Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 1 Black Umbrella in the Rain, Stone Monument

Country F - Puluojin, the sky is full of red sand, and there are no survivors in the whole territory.

A young man with short hair was slaughtered all over his body, stepping over the remains of the ruins.

Six years later, country Z.

It has been raining for three days in a row in Licheng, but there is still no clear sky, dark clouds over the city, and it is a wet and cold day, which makes it look particularly gloomy and desolate.

In the cemetery, I saw a tall and thin young man holding a black umbrella in his right hand and holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in his left, standing in front of an unnamed monument.

The boy was wearing a black suit and a peaked cap, his face could not be seen clearly, he stood for a while before he put the white chrysanthemum beside the stone tablet.

"I knew you would come..." A female voice sounded behind her. If you listen carefully, you can feel the hoarse trembling in it. It is a high school girl still wearing a school uniform.

The boy's fingers holding the handle of the umbrella tightened, the knuckles turned white, but he didn't turn around to look at the people behind him.

"I've been waiting for you every year...why don't you turn back?" The girl's voice gradually became weaker, with a hint of crying.

The mouth under the brim of the hat moved, but finally said nothing.

"You are Shen Bingci... right? I know you are Shen Bingci..." The girl growled, rushed over and hugged her tightly from behind.

The boy closed his eyes, his back was hot and humid, and his heart skipped a beat. Are those... her tears?
"All these years, you have been protecting me and my family from behind, like a big brother, but you are Shen Bingci, you are Bingci's elder sister, I remember you..." The girl hugged her and wept uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry", Shen Bingci's throat was dry, and it was this sentence that was six years late.

"From the beginning to the end, my sister didn't do anything wrong to anyone, and my brother's death has nothing to do with you."

"I'm guilty of not being able to rescue him and leaving him there forever." Shen Bingci's tone was filled with deep self-blame. When she said this, even her eyes seemed to be tinged with coldness. Frost and black mist, cold to the bone, black bottomless.

"My family and I have never blamed you, why can't you let yourself go, and brother he..."

"Xiao Fan, I will catch that person, and then I will come to atone for you and your family." Shen Bingci broke Qiu Fan's hand little by little, not using any force, for fear of hurting her.

"Sister", Qiu Fan stood on the spot and shouted, but Shen Bingci just took off his hat and put it on her head, and left her the black umbrella, and didn't stay any longer.

Looking at the lonely figure with a straight back in the rain in front of her, the person in her memory has not changed. She always takes care of everyone tenderly, and uses a lifetime of solitude and wandering in exchange for everyone to be clean.

Seeing that he couldn't keep her, Qiu Fan quickly took out a very old cell phone.

"Captain, I broke my promise, can you go and get that trophy for me? And Fanfan..." The voice on the phone was unbelievably gentle, and if you listen carefully, you can still hear a little helplessness and bitterness.

Shen Bingci's face changed significantly when she heard the voice deep in her memory, as if she couldn't believe it, she turned around slowly.

"Sister, someone brought this to us. Brother, he regretted at the last moment that he couldn't win the championship with you. Look, he really doesn't blame you," Qiu Fan said with a sob.

"Champion..." Shen Bingci murmured.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the rain was flowing down her chin, her pale face was turning blue from the cold, and her lips were so pale that there was no trace of blood.

Qiu Fan held the umbrella for her. She knew how much her brother and she loved e-sports. If the WIN team hadn't been disbanded six years ago and the Miracle Dynasty collapsed, they would have already won the second-generation championship.

Shen Bingci held his mobile phone and looked at the unnamed stele not far away, and fell into deep thought. Qiu Yang's short life only ended up with an unnamed end on the stele. He has not yet gained honor, he has not yet become famous, and his dream is still there.

Shen Bingci put the phone in his pocket, although his face was expressionless, his eyes were firm.

Qiu Yang, the champion, let's take it together.

(End of this chapter)