Legend of Dream God in a Little Dream

After dinner, Zeng Jun was about to go back to the house to sleep, but Zhao Yi appeared behind him and said, "Can we chat, just the two of us?"

Zengjun turned around and looked into his eyes, which showed no malice. "Then please lead the way."

Zhao Yi brought Zeng Jun to the city wall and sat by the wall, just like before.

Zhao Yi spoke up, "Why are you sad today? I saw you wiping your tears all the time."

After listening to this, Songjun thought to himself, "As expected, you still ask this." Songjun looked at his left hand and flipped it, then looked at his right hand and flipped it as well. "Yes, you are the only one who noticed that I was sad. For this, I am very grateful."

"Then why are you crying? Tell me, and I will share your burden," Zhao Yixiu said.

Zengjun scratched his head with his right hand and said, "Well, it may be a bit embarrassing to say it out loud, but I miss my family."

Zhao Yi sighed, "Oh, this is nothing to be ashamed of. I want it too. My wife is so beautiful. Even if others don't agree, I have a daughter..." At this point, Zhao paused, and his voice became lighter, "Yes~, I have a daughter."

Zeng Jun looked at Zhao Yi's profile. He was only 21, but he already had a full beard. "So, you went to that training camp simply to increase your chances of returning alive?"

Zhao Yi looked at the sky. It was not dark tonight, but the sky was glowing with golden light. "Not entirely, there must be a selfish heart."

Zengjun turned his gaze back to the setting sun in the distance, "Oh~? How selfish is that? Is it the kind of selfishness that abandons others just to live for yourself?"

This sentence left Zhao Yi silent. After all, no one would be willing to sacrifice their life for a stranger, not to mention that he has a wife and daughter. However, Zhao Yi's answer was different.

Zhao Yi still stared at the sunset in the distance, but the strong light made it impossible for him to open his eyes. He could only lower his head and look at the vast desert, with a little more loyalty in his eyes, "No, I will not give up the lives of my compatriots for my own survival."

Zeng Jun had no expression after hearing this, because there was no credibility for something like this that hadn't happened yet. Zeng Jun had seen many people who broke their promises. When it came to the choice of survival, one had no control over what was moral, ethical, and honest. You didn't even need to think, your feet had already run a long way. Looking at these incredibly pulsating feet, even the control of your brain would be taken away.

Therefore, Zeng Jun just didn't believe that Zhao Yi could really sacrifice for others, so he turned his head and looked at Zhao Yi's eyes, but he could only see the side part. "Turn your head and let me see your eyes. They must be very beautiful."

Although Zhao Yi didn't know what Zeng Jun was going to do, he still did it. Zhao Yi turned his head and looked into Zeng Jun's eyes.

Zengjun looked into his flawless eyes, in which his own reflection appeared clearly. In the unique scenery in his eyes, he appeared in the middle, commanding everything.

His eyes were so sincere, and he seemed to be telling Zengjun, "I did it", but Zengjun's heart was telling himself rationally, "He couldn't do it, and even I might not be able to do it."

But isn't all this just my own opinion? My own opinion of myself.

Zeng Jun withdrew his gaze from Zhao Yi and looked at the setting sun again.

Zhao Yi asked Zeng Jun, the known answer, "How was it? What did you see?"

Zengjun smiled and said, "I saw myself."

"Hahahaha" Zhao Yi also laughed, as if the answer and determination were not important at all.

Zengjun asked Zhao Yi, "Brother Zhao, if there really comes a day when you sacrifice yourself for this, do you think it's worth it?"

Zhao Yi turned around and jumped off the walkway of the city wall, and patted the back of his pants, the part that was covered in dust. Zeng Jun looked back at him as he was patting the dust. His pants were very dirty. Simply put, it wouldn't have any impact whether he patted the dust or not.

After patting it a few times, Zhao Yi politely responded to Zeng Jun's question, "Look, I won't choose not to clean it just because it's dirty, so my answer is, there is no such thing as worth it, only whether you are willing or not."

After hearing this, Zeng Jun's mouth curled up slightly, he stood up, and jumped down from above, "What a satisfying answer, I will accompany you to witness the day when you achieve it."

"Okay, don't you want to take a pat?" Zhao Yi asked.

Zengjun also patted his pants and said, "Let's go, it's getting dark and it will be cold by then."

Zengjun put on his hat and put his hands in his pockets. Zhao Yi followed him and successfully returned to the house under the light of the torch.

Zengjun pushed open the door and let Zhao Yi go in first. After Zhao Yi went in, Zengjun closed the door and walked back to his own bed. Sleeping on the bed with fine sand underneath, he could no longer feel the coldness from the earth.

Zhao Yi also returned to his bed, "Brother Zeng, are you going to the training camp tomorrow? To give you a little more hope of returning."

"No, I'm a lazy person after all. But I can go and watch you practice. Maybe I'll learn it if I'm interested." Zengjun also responded to him without turning over. Maybe he was used to sleeping on his side.

"That's fine. I'll call you tomorrow, not just for breakfast." Zhao Yi seemed a little happy, as if he was slowly pulling back a horse that was about to fall off a cliff.

What about Zengjun? What does he think? Actually, the probability of returning alive is very small, or even zero. Everyone knows this, but everyone is staying optimistic, or pretending to be optimistic. They have to fight one war after another with a very low survival rate. The probability of two extremely small events happening at the same time is multiplied. If he survived the first battle by chance, what about the second? What about the third? Fighting a war until death, who would not despair?

Zengjun recalled those scattered bones. Each skeleton was the evolution of a living life. They became soldiers during the war and farmers after the war. Zengjun felt sorry for this country as he thought about it.

In the dark alleys, people can often be seen eating each other, so compared to starving to death, this seems to be a better choice. What's more, this place protects the human land from being invaded by outsiders.

Soon after daybreak, Zhao Yi woke Zeng Jun up and said, "Brother Zeng, Brother Zeng, it's a new day again."

Zengjun sat up, wiped his eyes, and sighed, "Ha~~, a little sleepy"

Zhao Yi sat on his bed and said, "Don't forget our agreement."

Zengjun also breathed a sigh of relief, and tears automatically slid out of the corners of his eyes due to his sleepiness. Zengjun reached out to wipe them away again. From Zhao Yi's perspective, this was normal, but for Zengjun, it was very different.