Rebirth: I am Ultraman Tiga

When the dawn of victory penetrated the haze, the crisis that had enveloped the city for many days was finally resolved. People cheered and jumped for joy as if they had been reborn. At that moment, the tense nerves relaxed, and exhaustion and relief intertwined in everyone's heart. In the corridor of the base, the hurried footsteps of the past were replaced by laughter and joy. Everyone shared the joy of surviving the disaster with each other, and their eyes were full of longing for the future life.

Night fell quietly, and the lights of the city gradually lit up, like stars scattered on the earth. The members of the Victory Team finished a busy day and walked towards the cafeteria with heavy steps. Captain Yang Xue walked in the front, her posture was still upright, but her eyes showed fatigue after the battle. Lin Feng followed closely behind, he and his teammates talked in a low voice, occasionally bursting into hearty laughter, dispelling the remaining tension in the air. Huang Xuelian silently fell at the end of the team, her eyes wandering, her thoughts seemed to float to the sky.

In the cafeteria, the steaming hot food exuded an enticing aroma, but Huang Xuelian had no appetite. She mechanically put the food into her mouth, but her eyes were fixed on a certain place in front of her. Her chopsticks stopped in mid-air, not moving for a long time. Captain Yang Xue had sharp eyes and soon noticed Huang Xuelian's abnormality. She gently put down her bowl and chopsticks, stood up and walked to Huang Xuelian, pulled a chair over and sat down, and asked softly: "Xuelian, are you worried about something?" Huang Xuelian seemed to be suddenly awakened, blinked in panic, and quickly forced out a smile: "No, Captain, I'm just a little tired." Captain Yang Xue looked at her, his eyes full of concern, but he didn't ask any more questions, just patted her on the shoulder: "If you are tired, eat more and replenish your energy."

After dinner, Huang Xuelian was like a lost goose, walking alone through the city streets, heading towards her mother Huizi's home. The lights were on, the colorful neon lights on the street were flashing, pedestrians were walking in groups of two or three, and there was constant laughter, but all this had nothing to do with Huang Xuelian. Her steps were heavy and slow, and every step she took seemed to make a deep hole in the ground, and her mood became heavier, as if a lead block was pressing down on her head.

Along the way, Huang Xuelian's mind seemed to have an uncontrolled projector, constantly playing Huang Hongsheng's figure in a loop. At those critical moments when the Victory Team confronted Huang Hongsheng, his crazy and ambitious eyes, as well as the fierceness exuded from his gestures, made others shudder. But strangely, every time Huang Xuelian looked at him, she always had an inexplicable sense of closeness in her heart, as if there was an invisible thread gently pulling her heart. She had tried many times to get rid of this strange feeling, telling herself that this person was the public enemy of the city and the culprit who brought disaster to countless people, but that sense of closeness followed her like a shadow and became stronger and stronger.

With a heart full of doubts and uneasiness, Huang Xuelian finally arrived at the door of her home. She took a deep breath and opened the door. Inside the house, the warm yellow light was softly shining. Huizi was sitting on the sofa, watching TV leisurely. The comedy show on TV occasionally emitted bursts of laughter, but the laughter stopped abruptly the moment Huang Xuelian stepped into the house. Huizi heard the sound, turned around, and saw her daughter's slightly haggard face. A gentle smile immediately appeared on her face, as warm as the spring sun: "Xuelian, you're back. Have you eaten?"

Huang Xuelian seemed to have not heard anything. She stared at Huizi with her eyes burning with the fire of the urgent need to know the truth. She walked straight to Huizi without pausing. The distance between them quickly narrowed until they could clearly see every wrinkle on each other's face and every change in expression. Huang Xuelian stared at Huizi's eyes tightly, and her gaze seemed to penetrate her eyes and reach her heart. She asked, "Who is my father? Mom, and who is Huang Hongsheng to you?"

The smile on Huizi's face froze instantly, as if the pause button had been pressed. Her originally lively eyes were now filled with evasion, blinking in panic. Her hands unconsciously gripped the armrest of the sofa, her knuckles turning white from the force, and trembling slightly. She opened her mouth, her throat seemed to be choked by something, she wanted to say something, but swallowed it back abruptly. For a moment, the air in the room seemed to have solidified, only the TV was still playing the program, but the sound now sounded extremely harsh, breaking the suffocating silence. Huang Xuelian stared at her mother like that, waiting for an answer that was many years late, and Huizi's silence made her heart sink even deeper.

Huang Xuelian stared straight into her mother Huizi's eyes, watching her evasive gaze and tense expression. The doubts in her heart grew like wild weeds in spring, becoming more and more lush and disorderly. She felt as if she was in a fog. For many years, the mystery about her father had always lingered in her mind, and her mother's reaction at this moment was like a heavy hammer, hitting her deep desire for the truth.

She could no longer hold back and raised her voice. Her clear voice was now trembling with anxiety and anger. She pressed again, "Mom, I have the right to know the truth! Why have you never mentioned Dad to me in all these years?" Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, full of the grievances and unwillingness she had suppressed for a long time. Her cheeks flushed slightly with excitement, and her chest rose and fell violently, as if only in this way could she vent the turbulent emotions in her heart.

When Huizi heard her daughter's question, her eyes instantly turned red, as if a layer of fine red mist had covered her eyes. She subconsciously lowered her head to avoid Huang Xuelian's burning gaze, and rubbed her hands nervously on her knees, her fingers twisted together, and her knuckles turned white from the force. The air in the room seemed to be frozen, only the wall clock was still "tick-tick-tick" mechanically, and every sound seemed to be knocking on Huizi's heart.

She was silent for a long time, and countless scenes flashed through her mind: the sweet past when she met and fell in love with Huang Hongsheng when she was young; the despair and struggle after learning that he had gone astray; the hardship and fear when she was pregnant with Xuelian; and the ups and downs of raising her daughter alone over the years... All these memories intertwined, making her fall into a deep and painful choice. She knew that this secret could no longer be hidden, her daughter had grown up and had the right to know her own life experience.

As if she had finally made up her mind, Huizi slowly raised her head, and a few strands of hair fell down from her forehead, covering half of her face. She took a deep breath, trying to make her trembling voice calmer, but when she spoke, she still revealed her inner panic: "Huang Hongsheng, he is your biological father." This sentence was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, stirring up thousands of waves. Huizi's tears finally burst out, slid down her cheeks, and dripped onto her trembling hands. She didn't dare to look at her daughter's reaction, but just lowered her head and let the tears flow freely, as if she wanted to cry out all the forbearance and pain she had endured over the years.

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue. In an instant, Huang Xuelian felt her head "buzzing" and the world was spinning. Her legs instantly lost the strength to support her body. They bent limply and she slumped on the sofa, like a bird with its wings broken by a storm, lifeless. Her lips trembled violently, her teeth tapped uncontrollably, making a slight "cluck" sound, and she muttered to herself: "Why? Why is my father such a person?" The voice was full of shock, pain and endless confusion, as if it was a sigh squeezed out from the depths of the soul, echoing faintly in the silent room.

Seeing her daughter like this, Huizi felt as if her heart was pierced by thousands of needles, and it hurt so much. She hurriedly walked to Huang Xuelian, sat down, and eagerly held her daughter's hands with both hands, as if this could give her strength and stop her trembling. Huizi's tears could no longer be restrained, and they burst out like a flood. In those tears, there was heartache for her daughter, guilt for hiding the secret for many years, and even more bitterness of recalling the past.

"Xuelian, I just don't want you to have any burden, so I have kept it a secret from you until now." Huizi sobbed, her voice intermittent, and every word seemed to be spoken with all her strength. She raised her head slightly and looked at the ceiling, trying to let some of the tears flow back, but once the floodgates of memory were opened, they could never be closed again. "Back then, not long after I broke up with him, I found out that I was pregnant with you." At this point, Huizi's eyes flashed with a trace of pain of reminiscence. At that time, she was young and confused, and faced with the sudden life, she was completely confused. "At that time, I was really desperate and didn't know what to do." Her eyes fell back on her daughter's face, full of love and helplessness, "I wanted to abort it, but abortion is illegal now, and I can't bear it... I had no choice but to give birth to you."

Huang Xuelian listened quietly to her mother Huizi's crying. For a moment, her heart was like a bottle of five flavors overturned. The sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty flavors all surged into her mind. The various feelings intertwined, making her thoughts fall into extreme confusion.

Her eyes gradually lost focus, and scenes from the past in the Victory Team emerged involuntarily in her mind. Those early mornings when she and her teammates trained hard, the sun shone on the training ground, reflecting their faces full of vigor and determination, sweat soaked their clothes, but no one ever gave up easily; there were also thrilling moments when they were on a mission, in the hail of bullets, everyone worked closely together, trusted each other, and used their bodies to build an indestructible protective wall for the citizens behind them; in their spare time, everyone sat together, sharing simple food, and laughter echoed in every corner of the base, warm and beautiful. That was where she grew up, the team she wholeheartedly guarded and treasured, carrying her blood, youth and dreams.

But now, reality is like a cold and hard wall, ruthlessly standing in front of her. She learned that her father was Huang Hongsheng, who caused the city to panic and attempted to drag the world into the abyss of darkness. This cruel truth was like a blockbuster bomb, blowing her inner world to pieces. Her hands unconsciously clenched into fists, her knuckles turned white, her lips trembled slightly, and her heart was full of helplessness and confusion. In the days to come, how should she face her teammates who she has been with day and night? When they know her life experience, will the trust and closeness in their eyes disappear in an instant? Will those friendships that have been born and died together be shattered and become a bubble?

Huang Xuelian closed her eyes painfully, trying to dispel these disturbing thoughts, but the figure of Huang Hongsheng emerged more and more clearly. She remembered the confrontation in the subspace, surrounded by strange and oppressive darkness, chaotic energy fluctuations, and danger was imminent. At that moment, her eyes met with Huang Hongsheng's, and at that moment, time seemed to freeze. Huang Hongsheng looked at her with extremely complex eyes, like a deep lake, hiding many unspeakable emotions. In that brief eye contact, she seemed to catch a trace of warmth, which might be the instinctive love for his daughter as a father buried deep in his heart. But more of it was chilling madness and greed. That madness made his eyes full of bloodshot, burning with a flame that would not stop until he achieved his goal; that greed seemed to devour all the beauty in the world and take the entire universe for himself.

Huang Xuelian suddenly opened her eyes, gasping for breath, with beads of sweat oozing from her forehead. She knew that she had been drawn into the huge whirlpool of fate and had no choice. On the one hand, there was the bond of blood, even if that bond came from a person who had committed many crimes; on the other hand, there was the justice and ideals she had adhered to for many years, and the promise to share life and death with her teammates. She felt like she was walking on a tightrope, and if she was not careful, she would be doomed. Huang Xuelian clenched her fists and swore secretly that no matter how difficult the road ahead was, she would not give up easily. She had to find her own balance in this complicated predicament and protect what was really important.

Huizi's hands were trembling slightly. She gently lifted them up, as if holding the most fragile treasure in the world, and gently stroked her daughter Huang Xuelian's hair with her loving fingertips. The touch was like comforting a wounded and frightened fawn, and every touch was filled with deep maternal love. Her eyes were always fixed on her daughter, and tears were flashing in her eyes, but she tried not to let them fall, fearing that she would add to her daughter's sadness. She continued, "Xuelian, don't blame yourself for his mistakes. You have been a good child who is so kind that people feel distressed and as upright as a poplar since you were a child. This is completely different from him."

Huizi raised her head slightly, as if recalling those beautiful moments in the past, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously rose a little: "Do you still remember when you were a child, the kitten next door was trapped in a tree and meowed in fear. It was you who, despite your young age, brought a small stool and tried your best to climb up the tree to save the kitten; when you were in school, a classmate was bullied, you were always the first to stand up and speak out for justice, even if you would be implicated. All of this, mom has seen and remembered." She paused, her eyes refocused on Huang Xuelian's tearful face, and emphasized her tone: "Everything you have done in the Victory Team, every mission, every time you faced danger, you never flinched, it was all to protect everyone and guard this city. I am proud of you, this pride flows out from the deepest part of my heart and never stops."

Huang Xuelian listened to her mother's words, and a warm current surged in her heart, but the confusion and helplessness were still shrouded in haze. She slowly raised her tearful face, and the tears rolled down her cheeks and dripped on Huizi's hands, as if every drop carried her inner struggle and pain. She choked and asked: "Mom, what should I do? How can I face the captain and teammates? Now this truth... is like an unbridgeable chasm in front of me." Her eyes were full of hesitation, like a lonely boat lost in the vast ocean, unable to find the direction.

Huizi felt so distressed when she saw her daughter like this. She opened her arms without hesitation and hugged Huang Xuelian tightly, tightly in her arms, as if she wanted to integrate her daughter into her body and give her all the strength and warmth. "Xuelian, you have to believe in them, they are all reasonable people." Huizi whispered softly in her daughter's ear, as if conveying the most sacred spell, "Captain Yang Xue, you can feel her daily care and concern for you, as well as her trust and entrustment in those missions; your teammates have worked hard with you, lived and died together, what they value is your character and your determination to fight side by side with them. As long as you stick to your heart, don't be defeated by this sudden truth, and continue to do the right thing, they will definitely understand you."

Huizi gently pushed her daughter away, put her hands on her shoulders, and looked into her eyes firmly: "Think about it, every time a crisis comes, the winning team always works together. What everyone values ​​is each other's heart, not their origin. It doesn't matter whose blood flows in your body, what matters is what kind of person you choose to be. You have proved yourself with your actions. As long as you stick to your original intention in the future, they will continue to accept and support you." Huang Xuelian listened to her mother's words, and her eyes gradually brightened. Although the road ahead was still confusing, she had quietly mustered up the courage in her heart to face the unknown.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and the city outside the window fell into a deep sleep. Huang Xuelian lay in bed, tossing and turning, her mother's words constantly echoing in her mind. She knew that tomorrow would be a new beginning, and she must take this heavy truth and re-examine her life to find her own direction. At this moment, she secretly vowed in her heart that she would never sink because of her father's sins, and would use her own strength to make up for this world that had been hurt by her father. Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, she will go on bravely, because she is Huang Xuelian, a member of the victory team, and a warrior who protects justice.

On the other side of the base, Captain Yang Xue stood in front of the window, looking at the night sky, thinking. She always felt that Huang Xuelian was not in a good state tonight, and she was worried. She decided to find time tomorrow to have a good talk with Huang Xuelian. No matter what difficulties the team members encountered, the Victory Team would always be a warm big family. They would face and overcome them together. The lights of the city were still flickering, witnessing the struggles and choices of these ordinary people in extraordinary moments, and also illuminating their way forward, hoping that the dawn of tomorrow would bring more hope and peace.