Above the Seven Towers

On this day, the sun is shining and the sky is very good, but the school atmosphere is solemn and low, no matter where you are in the school, you can hear the mourning slowly.

A funeral is being held on the lawn near the playground.

There are no wreaths, no ties, only thirty-seven black coffins parked on the lawn. The bodies of most of the victims are miserable and unsuitable for viewing. So the coffins have been nailed, only the spiritual position in front of the coffin is written with the name of the deceased.

Xiao Chen held a handful of white unknown flowers. Like everyone else, every time he came to a coffin, he put the white flowers on the coffin and bowed to salute.

Some coffins have friends and relatives standing beside them, but most of them are empty.

"It's so bleak, if I die, there will certainly be no one to accompany my coffin. I don't know if these people who go first will feel lonely." Zhang Sicheng beside Xiao Chen sighed sadly.

"I don't think so." Xiao Chen replied, but he didn't say his reason. He had communicated with the dead souls. They were just fragments of memories.

"It's serious to marry a wife quickly. Someone will die when they give birth to a son. My kid in that world has no laozi, and I don't know if I want to or not." Chen Hansheng wanted to make a joke, but he was also somewhat sad. The atmosphere was infected.

"He must have eaten well and dressed well. That world is a paradise compared to here," Zhang Sicheng said. "But when it comes to marrying a wife, it is probably Li Jia who is the most promising to achieve this. When I was injured in the hospital , Seeing him every day to see the girl named Celinda. "

"I'll say that people are unrecognizable. The more masters are, the quieter they are. If you ask for a rescuer, you can soak in a count, which is powerful ..." Chen Hansheng muttered.

Xiao Chen continued to put flowers and walked to Du Mei's coffin, but he saw Shi Hao standing there, his hands touching the coffin, and his eyes closed with tears.

He walked up and patted Shi Hao, said: "Stone, I have heard Li Jia say. A man can do everything you do. No one of us can do you well."

Shi Hao opened his red eyes, "But I said to her a day ago, let her be my girlfriend, I will definitely protect him. But one day later ..., I, I'm sorry for her."

"The ability of each of us is limited, the key is to do your best. Really, you have avenged her personally, she will be able to rest in peace." Zhang Sicheng also said, "I have been guilty of Professor Lin's death before, I feel that others are comforting me in such a high-key way, but after a long time I finally slowly accepted this very simple truth, and found that this is the way it is. "

Shi Hao nodded, and suddenly remembered something. He held Xiao Chen and said softly, "Xiao Chen. I heard ..." Shi Hao hesitated, "Can you psychic?"

"what?"

Shi Hao dragged Xiao Chen aside, "I heard the comrades who came back with you say that you learned the magic of talking to the dead. Is this true? If you really have such a skill, can you let me and Du See you again? At that time everything happened too fast, too fast. I could n’t say a word to her. ”

"You may have misunderstood. I can't communicate with the dead. I just can feel some fragments of their approaching death."

"Then please help me once. Please, any information is fine. For example, did she feel pain at that time?"

Xiao Chen no longer said anything, nodded, closed his eyes, and put his hands in front of him. After a while, there was a white shimmer in his hands. Shi Hao looked at the dim light as if he saw Du Mei's face, and could not help crying again.

The gleam slowly faded away, and Xiao Chen opened his eyes and said, "Everything came too quickly, and it was too soon to come to an end when there was pain. She walked calmly and felt relieved."

Shi Hao took a deep breath, embraced Xiao Chen, and said repeatedly: "Thank you! Thank you!"

In front of Ji Xun's coffin, Xiao Chen accidentally saw Morey.

Seeing Xiao Chen put the flowers on the coffin, Morey smiled slightly, "I just saw it, it was just a lighting technique, you can't hide me."

Xiao Chen also smiled, "The soul of the deceased should not be disturbed. All the living need is the comfort they believe."

Hearing this, Morey nodded solemnly: "You are right. But some things must be done by the living."

"Such as revenge?" Xiao Chen asked.

"Yes. Ji Yijun and I may need a settlement."

Xiao Chen glanced around and wondered: "Ji Yijun? Shouldn't he be here at this time?"

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"He didn't come here today. I don't know what role the son of the deceased should play in your customs. But he felt very wrong for me. Ye Zi went to find him in front."

He looked at the coffin that had been covered with white flowers and sighed: "Our world is a world of constant war. I heard from your companions that the life before you came here is very calm and you don't need to worry about war Threats. For you, such a world may be too tragic. "

"A peaceful world is created by war. Morey, we have taken the first step."

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In this world without a mobile phone, finding someone is very strenuous. Ye Zi ran a lot of places and asked a lot of people, but did not see Ji Yijun coming to the funeral.

So she ran to the dormitory of Ji Yijun and his father, and found him.

She has never seen Ji Yijun now. He is wearing a plaid shirt and a pair of jeans, standing in front of an easel, holding two or three pieces of water chalk of different thickness in his left hand, and holding another one in his right hand. A portrait is painted on it.

Ye Zi was surprised to find that Ji Yijun's skills were very good. The image of a family of three on the screen was about to jump out.

A woman is quiet and kind; a teenager is naughty and lively; a man ... is his father Ji Xun. Ji Yijun painted very carefully, he was using a No. 2 chalk to outline his father's eyes. The eyes are divine and firm, making people feel full of fighting spirit and enthusiasm.

Ye Zi walked quietly behind him, but before saying anything, Ji Yijun spoke first.

"Don't bother me!" His voice was very cold, refusing to be thousands of miles away. He didn't even look back at Ye Zi, but continued with a stroke.

"In your paintings, he seems to have lost some kindness. Uncle is a very good person." Ye Zi commented after looking at it for a while.

Ji Yijun's pen is a bit bigger, and the dark brown shadow is bigger. He puts on the thin pen in the other hand, stained with a lighter ocher color, and adds two strokes to the shadow. He stepped back a few steps, looked at the overall feeling of the picture, and retorted: "City? Good person? You can't live in this world by being a good person!"

Ji Yijun suddenly got emotional, walked back and forth angrily in the room a few steps, and grabbed the pen in his hand to the ground, with one hand on his hips and one finger pointing at the portrait, said: "He always feels that he is a good person. I can live in peace for the rest of my life. If I practiced martial arts to strengthen my body, did the horse thief who should be stolen by a thousand swords give him a chance? Did this **** world give him a chance? I will do it now It ’s a bad guy, a bad guy who never keeps his hands on the enemy. How can they give my father a hundred times back to him. Let no one in this world dare to do such a thing to us! Morey and I said, he can find that person. I am waiting for the day now, the day the murderer trembles in front of me! "

"Ji Yijun, don't say that, do you know how scary you look? Today is the day of the uncle's burial. You shouldn't stay here. Come with me and send your dad for the last trip."

"I won't go, what is the black coffin to see. The person I want to see is here! Here!" Ji Yijun poked the painting with his hand, his eyes turned red, but he endured not to let a tear fall.

"Let him paint here." A middle-aged man's voice came from the door of the bedroom.

"Principal Guo? Aren't you presiding over the ceremony downstairs?" Ye Zi was surprised to see Guo Qian coming in.

"The ceremony is over. They still need some time to say goodbye." Guo Qian wore a black suit and a plain tie today. He watched Ji Yijun standing still in front of the easel, trying to keep his eyes free from tears, and then looked at the portrait painting that was about to be completed.

Guo Qian pointed to the man in the portrait and said: "I hope you can really become such a person in the future. I believe this is your goal now."

Ji Yijun opened his mouth wide and looked at Principal Guo at a loss.

Guo Qian also said: "I know that this picture contains not only what you expect your father to have, but also what you want to have. Protect the people you cherish. This is your understanding of a man."

"Principal Guo ... I actually ..." Ji Yijun seemed speechless. Suddenly he found something that he was hazy and was told by Guo Qian, both relieved and anxious.

"Come on! My man! Our road is still long and long. We need men to stand up and support this new home for us. In the process, we can fall down, we can sacrifice, but we You have to know what you should do and what kind of person you are. Many people are slowly thinking about this, and I ’m glad you are one of them. "

Guo Qian's eyes at this time were full of encouragement, which made Ji Yijun feel warm in his heart. This is the feeling of being understood.

"But don't put too much burden on yourself! We have too many people! There are so many shoulders, no matter how much pressure we put together, how can we not bear it?" Guo Qian patted Ji Yijun's shoulder heavily. Turned out of the room.

"Ji Yijun ..." Ye Zi quietly watched Ji Yijun squat slowly on the ground, burying his head in his arms, and began to sob. He was very light at first, and then rang loudly, and finally cried arrogantly.

She looked at the picture. The man's eyes in the picture seemed to be looking at the blue sky outside the window. So proud, so proud, to be the master of this world.

(The first volume star ends)