Hong Yuesheng woke up from a coma in a slight shaking, he swallowed his saliva, feeling a sharp pain like falling apart, accompanied by severe tinnitus, and he couldn't figure out where he was for a while.

When he got used to the light, he realized that the butterfly was carrying him. Although he was thin, he was a sixteen-year-old boy after all, and the slender phoenix butterfly was still quite difficult to carry on his back, and he was snorting and wearing rough clothes along the way.

"Sister Phoenix......

"Are you awake? Lad! Feng Die glanced back at him laboriously as she walked.

"Let me ...... down"

"Come on, you're almost at your doorstep, you're coming down. Let me do the good to the end! Feng Die's speech was as straightforward as ever.

Hong Yuesheng felt very embarrassed, but fortunately, he arrived at the door of the house in just a few steps - when Feng Die helped him down, the faint smell of perfume in her ears remained deeply in his mind.

"Whew! It's finally here! Feng Die held her knee with one hand and panted, "Look at you so thin, why are you as heavy as a little wild boar!" ”

Hong Yuesheng lowered her head, her face flushed.

The so-called "home" of Hong Yuesheng is actually a self-reconstructed pipe in an abandoned sewer, and there are some other similar families living here, mostly using narrow pipes as rooms, and building walls with wood or iron plates on the side facing the main pipe. After the war, the "mirage" of the capital of Yaning was in large-scale decline, and the water distribution system in its heyday was abandoned, and some residents at the bottom of the society used the sides of sewer branch pipes to build simple dwellings in order to shelter from the wind and rain without having to bear rent. After the ban and stricter repression laws imposed by the government's mobile unit "Mechanical Heart", the ** armed forces were forced to regroup underground, the largest of which was a guerrilla group called the "Renaissance Society", who established a new wartime base in this vast underground sewer system with the motto of "tireless fighting for the country". Underground pipelines extend in all directions, which is very convenient for the assembly, dispersal and timely evacuation of the partisans. Due to the proximity of the goals, the Revival Society and the sewer residents got along peacefully, thus forming a new community and becoming an underground labyrinth.

Hong Yuesheng entered the room through a simple wooden door, and there were some simple pieces of furniture—mostly items picked up from the garbage dump, a faint red glow from two small heaters, and an old mirage city calendar pasted on the wall, and the city painting on the background was the area where they lived now, but the difference was that the lights were brilliant, and the calendar under the poster was still before the war.

"Reiko? Where are you? Come out! He shouted a few words into the room, "Sister Fengdie is here!" ”

But there was no movement, and at this time, the phoenix butterfly had already followed into the door. When Hong Yuesheng was wondering, a small shadow had slowly descended from the roof behind Feng Die, leaning on the fallen tail......

"Whew!" The shadow slammed into the shoulder of the phoenix butterfly with a cry, and the frightened phoenix butterfly screamed loudly: "Wow!! ”

Hong Yuesheng hurriedly turned around and was about to fight back, but found that the shadow had already pounced on the phoenix butterfly, hugging the phoenix butterfly's neck, and was about to ......

Kiss non-stop!

"Reiko!"

And the phoenix butterfly couldn't stop laughing: "Okay, okay Lingzi, it's itchy to death!" ”

"Reiko!" Hong Yuesheng was angry and funny, "You will frighten Sister Fengdie like this!" ”

But apparently Fengdie and Lingzi are already very familiar, and the two are very affectionate, like pets meeting their owners.

"Lingzi, you can't be so naughty in the future." Hong Yuesheng gently rebuked Lingzi for two sentences.

"Hehe, it's okay, Lingzi, you little naughty bag." The phoenix butterfly was half lying on the ground, Lingzi was still holding the phoenix butterfly's neck at this time, and when his brother called, he slipped down from the phoenix butterfly, and limped to get close to Hong Yuesheng, only to find that Hong Yuesheng was injured, and immediately became anxious, blinking his huge eyes: "Brother......"

"Brother is fine, I accidentally fell." Hong Yuesheng hurriedly lied casually.

Feng Die got up from the ground where she had just been pounced: "Lingzi, go get medicine for your brother and dress the wound." Lingzi turned his head and nodded to the phoenix, and swayed and half-walked and half-crawled to the cabinet next to him to find the medicine box.

"Sister Fengdie, I'm much better, it's okay."

"You, sit here for me today." Feng Die put her hand on Hong Yuesheng's shoulder, pressed him to the chair, and pulled up her hair, "I'll be given dinner today." "Speaking of the door, the life of the residents of the underground labyrinth is like living in a tube building, and the stove is opened in the sewer corridor outside the house, and the ventilation system of the sewer is used.

Feng Die picked up the apron hanging from the chair outside the house and tied it, took out the food she brought from the bag she had carried, and lit the fire to cook. The room could be seen from the small window next to her, and the warm light cast a golden yellow over the room. Lingzi was opening the medicine box, taking out anti-virus alcohol and hemostatic white medicine from it to clean Hong Yuesheng and smear the wound.

What a good pair of brothers and sisters, but it's a pity......

Feng Die sighed and thought,

It's a pity that Lingzi will never be able to live a normal life. Maybe she doesn't understand it now, but as she gets older, she will feel more and more different, although the situation of Lingzi is not a minority, but the "crippled" are discriminated against even in the old city - in the "Asian-American War", in order to fight against the mechanized troops of Meda Busuya, the Yaning Empire used a large number of biological weapons on the human body, and the sequelae not only affect the person concerned, but may be passed on to the next generation - there is a certain probability that the second generation of the war's descendants will have obvious physical or mental defects from birth, The so-called "crippled". However, it is rare for people like Hong Lingzi to be so serious even among the disabled, so it can be inferred that their deceased father should have undergone serious biochemical transformation at that time, but the strange thing is that Hong Yuesheng, who is of the same bloodline, is no different from a normal person.

"Brother, brother," because the structure of the mouth is different from ordinary people, it is still difficult for Lingzi to say the whole sentence, "Okay, better, is it?" ”

"Brother is much better," Hong Yuesheng raised her hand and stroked her sister's head, "Thank you, little sister." ”

Reiko closed her huge eyes and giggled, and her three-petaled mouth closed one by one, like a flower opening and closing.

A smell of food came to her nose, Hong Yuesheng raised her head, and found that Feng Die walked into the room from outside with just hot dumplings, she tied her apron and tied her hair back with a headscarf, and saw Hong Yuesheng looking at her, smiled, and shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks, just like the big sister next door, and the two of them who saw her in the morning.

"It's time to eat! Lingzi, go and put the dishes and chopsticks away. ”

"Oh woo!" Lingzi was already looking at the dumplings' greedy drool, and when he heard this, he happily rushed to the dining table, stretched out his hands to imitate the wings of an airplane, and learned the sound of the engine in his mouth: "Woo woo woo woo~", rushed to the broken cabinet and opened the drawer with his tail, took the dinner plate in his hand, and did not forget to wrap three pairs of chopsticks around his tail.

"Sister Fengdie, today is the New Year, there are dumplings to eat!" Hong Yuesheng asked, he and Lingzi used to only eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year.

"What a year?" Feng Die tapped Hong Yuesheng's forehead with her finger, "It's your kid who is blessed, caught up with a sister who traveled far away and gave me a stuffing as a parting gift, so I wrapped it and brought it over today." Tap it up, the wound that has just been medicated, don't crack it again. ”

When Hong Yuesheng slowly walked to the table, her sister had already set the tableware. As soon as the dumplings were served, the two immediately devoured them, and Feng Die laughed out loud when they watched it.

Hong Yuesheng looked up at Feng Die while eating, and praised: "This dumpling is delicious." ”

Lingzi also kept nodding and praised: "Whew! ”

Feng Die smiled: "It's delicious?" I didn't do a good job, my mother's dumplings are a must, but it's a pity that she left early and didn't learn the craft. ”

At dinner, Butterfly chatted and laughed, drinking cans of beer she had brought with her: a product of the combination of the craftsmanship of Meda Busoya and the wheat of the Yaning Empire, like a microcosm of the city. Hong Yuesheng was stupid and didn't talk much, and most of the time she happily sat next to her and listened to Feng Die's speech. Finally, he couldn't help but ask:

"Sister Fengdie, is there any important action tomorrow?"

The hand holding the chopsticks stopped in mid-air and did not speak.

"Take me with me, I also want to do my part and become a hero one day."

Feng Die looked at Hong Yuesheng with a wry smile: "Then what kind of person are you talking to about as a hero?" ”

Hong Yuesheng: "The person who can protect you and your little sister and eat the dumplings you made every day!" ”

Lingzi raised his head and rushed to the sky: "Whew! ”

Feng Die sneered, "Okay, I'll wait for you to protect me and Lingzi." ”

After the meal was swept away, Feng Die looked at Lingzi and said mysteriously, "Guess what else?" ”

Reiko's eyes widened and she shook her head curiously.

Butterfly suddenly took out a snack from behind her: the oiled paper had been opened, and it was wrapped in donkey rolling, cat ears and candy.

"Wow!!" Reiko's eyes immediately lit up and he cheered.

"Sister Fengdie......" Hong Yuesheng couldn't help but be embarrassed when she saw it - this should be a gift he brought to Fengdie, and her share had turned into mud in the brawl just now.

Feng Die winked at Hong Yuesheng, pointed to the plum blossom pinned to her chest, Feng Die pursed her lips and smiled: "I have already got the gift I deserve." ”

Hong Yuesheng lowered her head and didn't say more, and the two watched Lingzi happily pick up a candy and put it in her mouth, and her face immediately wrinkled. "What's wrong?" Hong Yuesheng asked.

"Woo, sour! …… But, but, Lingzi, I like it. Reiko giggled again.

"Glutton!" Hong Yuesheng gently swept his sister's nose with his fingers, and he and Feng Die laughed when they saw it.

After the meal, the three of them sat together, and Feng Die picked up the guitar she brought. After playing a simple harmony, Lingzi leaned on Hong Yuesheng's shoulder and listened quietly.

"Do you want to learn to sing?" Feng Die looked at Hong Yuesheng.

Hong Yuesheng shook her head, "I'm stupid, I can't sing." ”

"No one is born with nothing to do, most of the time it's people who tell you that you can't do it well, and over time you think you can't do it well."

Hong Yuesheng scratched her head, "Then, okay, I'll try." ”

"What do you want to learn?"

"I listen to the old song that Sister Fengdie sometimes hums, talking about the big river."

Feng Die burst out laughing, "That's not about the big river!" That's about human feelings. ”

Hong Yuesheng: "Hehe. ”

Feng Die gently flicked Hong Yuesheng's forehead with her fingers again, "Silly boy! Well, it's really related to our maritime canals, and you're half right. It doesn't matter if you can't sing, I'll just sing and hum along. ”

The Maritime Canal is the largest canal in the Mirage region, cutting the mirage diagonally into the old city and the new city, and also brutally separating the Yaning paupas from the areas where the colonial government of Meda Busoya really lived and managed.

Feng Die drank the remaining half can of beer in one go, cleared her throat, picked up the pick, and began to play and sing to herself.

"Now you say you're lonely,

You cry all night,

All right! You can shed tears for me.

Do you know that I have shed tears for you. ”

Hong Yuesheng then clumsily followed the phoenix butterfly and hummed:

"Now, you say you're sorry,

It feels so illusory all along;

I don't think it should have been like that.

All right! You can shed tears for me.

Do you know that I have shed tears for you. ”

I don't know if I sang emotionally or remembered what was on my mind, Feng Die's eyes began to flash with tears,

"You made me, almost mad, lose my mind,

And you're still gone.

Remember? But I remember what you said on the side of the non-return.

But you tell me that "love" is too vulgar,

You have more ideals.

And now you say you love me,

Come on! Tears flowed for me.

Do you know that I have shed tears for you......"

The younger sister had already curled up in a ball and fell asleep leaning on Hong Yuesheng's knees, and her little tail was still swinging from time to time with the dream. The dim street lights on the ground sprinkled down through the abandoned exhaust pipe patio at the top, shining on the phoenix, which made her look like a holy angel.

Hong Yuesheng listened attentively, if this moment could last forever, how good it would be, he thought.

Melodious singing wafted out of Hong Yuesheng's humble house, passed through the ears of every resident who had been unable to sleep for a long time, along the ventilation ducts, all the way to the core of the underground labyrinth, but here it was brilliantly lit, and the flow of people in old Yaning military uniforms shuttled, carrying munitions, homemade Molotov cocktails, earth explosives, and parade flags...... And in the deepest cage, you can still faintly hear the wheezing of the beast and the loud sound of hitting the iron cage.

The underground labyrinth's armed demonstrations for tomorrow's "Day of the Alliance" are about to begin.