The light in the room was bright, and the air was filled with the enticing aroma of toasted bread.

"Okay."

Mother said, "You'd better wipe your boots tonight so you can ...... tomorrow"

At this point, the mother froze. Her voice sounded like it was on the verge of collapse, her teeth clenching her lower lip and her eyelids shut, as if a wave of grief was about to erupt. Su Hao instinctively turned around and avoided his mother's eyes. This action is completely subconscious. Although he knew that his mother was not a real being, she had already influenced him to feel sad and sad.

Behind her, the mother continued, "You can do it later. Now, you'd better go to the basement, where your dad is already there. He said, "When you come back from the field, he wants to see you." ”

She turned her back, walked to the stove, removed the lid, and laid the bread on the board. And the loyal son, Su Hao could only silently turn around and walk towards the basement.

Father was there. This is how the mind and consciousness tell him.

When Su Hao walked to the basement door, there was a rattling noise inside, which was very harsh and chaotic. Due to the noise, his father did not notice Su Hao's presence, and he sat on the edge of the lathe in the corner of the basement, grinding his wool shears intently with a whetstone in hand. At that moment, watching his father put himself into work, Su Hao felt as if he was a ghost who had traveled through the world in front of him, while his family could not see or hear his existence. He felt the thought send him a shudder.

After a few seconds, the horrific thoughts turned into self-deprecation.

I'm already like this, and in the third stage world, what else is there to be afraid of?

Isn't it? On the earth, when facing tens of thousands of mutated creatures, Su Hao had never had a similar feeling. Now, it shouldn't be more irresistible than it was then.

Soon, Su Hao broke the silence: "You want to see me?" Dad"

At his voice, the father put down the scissors and whetstones, turned to look at him with a smile: "I didn't notice you coming in." Son, did you fix that pump? ”

"I'm sorry, Dad."

When he said the word "Dad", Su Hao felt indescribably awkward. The strange sensation quickly became normal. "I tried replacing the spark plugs and everything else I could think of, but it didn't work," he says. The problem with this thing is much worse than you think. I can't solve it alone. ”

"You did your best, son."

The father said, "It's okay, that pump is too old." This damn annoying thing never worked well in half the working hours. But anyway, I'll have to see if I can get a professional technician from the bazaar over next week and check it out again. Also, the rain is pretty good right now, so we won't have any problems for the time being. More importantly, there are some things I want to talk to you about. Why don't you find a chair to sit down with? ”

His attitude made Su Hao feel a lot more comfortable. The thoughts that were bound in my head gradually disappeared, and the whole person became freer.

This is probably the relationship between family and affection. It's amazing, Su Hao has never had it before.

Pulling out another chair from under the lathe, his father motioned for Su Hao to sit down, and after he sat down, his father continued: "I don't think I told you too much about your ancestors before, right?" ”

"I've heard a few things about him and know he's an old-school old-fashioned guy."

Su Hao searched for the relevant part in his memory, and replied seriously: "I know his name, just like my first and last name." ”

"That's true."

The father said earnestly, "In the area where your ancestors first lived, there is a tradition of passing on the name of the family to the first son of each generation. Our surname is very old, which is the envy of many aristocrats. Although they are wealthy, their family history is far less than ours. Of course, at the time of your birth, your ancestors had passed away for a long time. In fact, he passed away before I was born. He's a good guy and we're all very proud of him. They say that a good person will always be remembered, no matter how long he has been away from us. ”

(The title great-grandfather was not appropriate, so the word ancestor was used.) ）

The concept of ancestors then appeared in Su Hao's mind. It was a blurry image. To be precise, just a human figure whose face is not clear to see. Tall, and burly. It's like a monument with only names, no images.

At that moment, my father didn't say anything, and his face was stern and thoughtful. Then, as if he had made some decision, he raised his head and looked at Su Hao carefully, and then said, "Just like I told you, your ancestor passed away before I was born. Son, when I was seventeen years old, that is, at your current age, my father called me into the basement and told me the legend of my ancestors. Hehe! It's corny, isn't it? Feeling a little bored? ”

"No," Su Hao shook his head: "I listened very attentively, I think this is a very interesting story." Daddy, please keep talking. ”

"Now, too, I will tell you what my father said at that time, little by little. You see, my dad thinks that before I can become a real man, I should know where I came from. I am glad that he told me this, because what he told me made me live like a true man from now on. Because of your ancestor, he is the source of the family. ”

"I hope that what I am about to tell you will make you strong in the same way. Of course, what has happened in the last few days, and where you are going, has strengthened my conviction that I should sue you for these things. Think about those things, imagine that in the past, my father, the emperor blessed him, never faced these troubles. But that's sometimes the way it is: every generation has its own misfortunes, and all they can do is do everything they can to fight it. Perhaps, this is the fate of mankind. Oh, I guess I shouldn't be verbose, it's time to get to the point. ”

Again, the surging inner turmoil left my father speechless. He was clearly a man of few words, just a qualified, hard-working farmer. Su Hao didn't want to ridicule or ridicule this at all. Everyone has their own areas of expertise, and this honest and loyal man is the pillar of the family, shouldering the qiē that everyone needs. This alone deserves one's own respect.

Su Hao didn't urge, he waited patiently. Just as he was staring at his father, Su Hao suddenly found that his father's face looked so clear. He was so old. It was only now that Su Hao noticed that fine lines and folds crawled all over his father's cheeks, and his once round shoulders suddenly fell, and broad gray stains seeped into his once dark and shiny hair. The signs of his long years of hard work seemed to have not been shown a week ago, and in the past few days, his father had aged by ten years.

This is not an illusion, but a real scene.

Su Hao even had the idea of reaching out and touching it. He finally held back, knowing that he could grasp his father's clothes, the rough texture of linen that he could touch with his fingertips.

I am his son.

"Your ancestors, who served in the Imperial Wehrmacht."

After brewing a recent version of the race, my father slowly spoke, "Just like you are about to do." ”

Su Hao subconsciously opened his mouth and wanted to ask. He knew that now was not the time to ask, but his mind had a similar thought. Su Hao was surprised by this, and felt that some kind of external or latent power was quietly modifying his thinking.

Seeing that his son was about to blurt out a series of questions, the father raised his hand and made a stop gesture: "You can ask any questions later." But for now, let me tell you all the things my father once told me. Trust me, once you've listened to it, you'll understand why I have to let you listen to this. ”

With every word echoing in the quiet basement, Su Hao quietly listened to his father tell the story of his ancestors.

There is no more Earth.

There is no more Red Dragon Planet.

Only father and son are left in the world, and even the threat of dark creatures is completely gone, without a trace.

"Your ancestor was once an Imperial Wehrmacht soldier."

Again, the father said: "Of course, he did not want to be a Wehrmacht soldier at first. Trust me, no one wants that. He was born in a very rich area. The inner realm of the empire is very different from ours. It was a really good place, with a large area of good land to grow crops and enough harvest and income for a man to feed his family. What if a qiē thing can be pressed? If you develop step by step, your ancestors will also follow the rules and be a farmer's son and then a farmer. He would find a good woman and raise a bunch of children, just as his other relatives in the area where he lived had done from generation to generation. When the time comes, he dies and is buried there, his ** returns to that fertile land, and the soul sees the great emperor in heaven. ”

"Huh! That's what your grandfather could think of when he was seventeen, his own future. ”

"Then, just like you now, he heard about his own conscription into the Imperial Wehrmacht."

Then, everything changed. At only seventeen years old, your grandfather was not stupid, and he knew the enormous pressures that came with being an Imperial soldier: not just the fear of danger, or the fear of dying in pain and loneliness in the cold and barren land. It's about losing yourself. It's a sense of loss that comes when people know they're leaving their homes forever. This is the pressure that every Imperial soldier has to face and endure. Understand that this pressure means that no matter how long you live, you will never be able to see your friends, family, or even your home again. ”

"My son, as an Imperial soldier, will never return home. At least during the time of the draft. The only thing he could hope for was that he would live long enough and serve the great Emperor with his loyalty, until he had the privilege of honorably retiring and settling in the inner realms of the empire. But this is not a lot of cases, and the odds are very small. Your ancestors knew this and knew that they could leave their world and loved ones forever. He said goodbye to his family with a heavy heart and set off to enlist in the army. At the time, perhaps he felt as if his heart was broken. But your grandfather was a genuinely kind, religious man. With wisdom beyond his years, he knew that humans were not alone in the dark realm of space. Because there is the emperor Xià is always with us. Just as he knew that in this vast imperial inner world, without the great will of the emperor, then there would be no way to talk about it. So, since the Emperor's will requires him to leave his family and homeland, and to threaten never see them, it is time for your ancestors to die for this supreme purpose. ”

He understood what the priests were saying, about what was beyond the comprehension of the emperor by man. He understood that he had an obligation to follow the path in front of him, without having to understand how it was paved. Therefore, believing that your life will be guided and favored by the emperor, your ancestors left their homeland and found their own destiny in another dimensional realm. ”

"Now it seems that the days that followed were really hard times. Although your ancestors did not talk much about it later, during his days as a soldier of the Empire, he did experience the most magnificent wonders and the most terrible nightmares of his life. He had seen tens of millions of people in the realm of space living in huge towers like insects, unable to breathe fresh air and sunlight. He had seen a world of space covered by ice and snow forever, and a desert space that had never had snow or raindrops. He had seen great warriors (legionnaires) dressed in humanoid armor like the ancient gods of war, and walking machines as huge as mountains. In front of its majesty, the whole farm can only fill one footprint of it. He has also faced indescribable horrors, horrific creatures that have been twisted into various shapes, and even more terrifying evil. Although he constantly faced a sea of swords and fires, was seriously injured several times, and even wandered around the Ghost Gate, his firm belief in the emperor has never slackened in the slightest. ”

In this way, five years became ten, ten years became fifteen years, and fifteen years became twenty years. Your ancestors still obeyed his orders, without complaining, and never even asked when they would be allowed to retire. ”

Father kept talking, and Su Hao sat there quietly, listening silently.

It's an amazing feeling. Su Hao knew that he was alone. But Father, the image that exists in the mind is like a thing with a real form. He was right in front of him. If it's just a fantasy, it's understandable. The problem is that all these things that come out of his father's mouth are things that Su Hao has never thought about and never experienced.

He knew that he had an ancestor, and he knew the farm he was in now. Su Hao even saw more things: when he was just born, and his happy childhood. Then, the scene quickly skips the story told by his father and emerges with a sprawling barracks filled with drafted recruits about his own age. Their faces were full of eagerness and impulsive longing, and they felt a heartfelt love for the new military uniforms on their bodies. Then, there is the daily daily training, monotonous forward walking and aiming and shooting.

The father is gone, and the farmstead is no longer there. Mother and kitchen were transformed into a majestic chariot, and the smell of toast was replaced by the smoke of gunpowder. Su Hao saw a corpse lying at his feet. It was a dark warrior who had been killed by his own hands. This guy is very ugly, but his body is very fit, and even a strong young man like himself feels jealous. It swung its long knife at itself, but was knocked out of mid-air by heavy machine gun bullets, rolling all over the ground. The thick caliber warheads continued to explode in the Dark Warrior's body, and its stomach was blown to shreds, and its head was beaten beyond recognition.

Well, that's why Su Hao thinks this guy is ugly. The face was indistinguishable from its original face, and was riddled with blood and bullet holes.

The feeling of the first battle was good. Fear, panic, nausea and vomiting, all kinds of discomfort disappeared completely in just a few seconds. Recruit Su Hao seems to belong to the kind of person who is not naturally afraid of the battlefield, and his appearance is excellent, even surpassing some veterans. In his mind, Su Hao saw himself pick up the chainsaw sword from the captain who was killed in battle, and pounced on the dark creature like a madman.

The mental picture came to an abrupt halt.

A qiē is gone.

Su Hao felt that the surroundings were empty, he slowly opened his eyes, there was no darkness, no sunset, no farm and parents, the bloody and cruel battlefield turned into a concrete hard ground. There were no shouts of killing, no hoarse screams.

What time is it?

Su Hao turned around and saw the electronic timer on the desk.

The numbers above show that more than two hours have passed since the time I entered the meditation.

Yes, meditation, that's what Su Hao likes to do the most right now. He felt that he needed to find answers in the space of his mind. Or, in this way, "seeing" something that may have been forgotten by oneself, but that actually happened.

Su Hao himself didn't know when he had this idea?

Pastor Tolugar taught him to meditate. It was entirely by chance, and according to Tolugar himself, the senior clergy liked to pray in a meditative state. It is said that the effect of this is often much better than in the church.

Su Hao has seen a lot and experienced a lot.

He felt that this qiē was all real. Unfortunately, there is no evidence

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