My golden finger is the late old gong [unlimited]

Xie Yu'an's eyelids trembled for a moment, and finally opened his eyes. The first ray of sunlight penetrated into his pupils, and he felt as if he had passed away.

All kinds of busy people around formed several colorful phantoms beside him, and the noise of the crowd was eager and chaotic. He could probably tell from the sporadic words that they were rescuers from the medical department.The restraint belt on Xie Yu'an's body was untied, and he felt someone pick him up and put him on the stretcher.

Xie Yu'an raised his eyes and saw that the man was Zhou Liang.

He lowered his eyes to look at himself, and there was a trace of snow melting on his perennial iceberg face, Xie Yu'an could actually see his worry with naked eyes.

Xie Yu'an coughed lightly, with an embarrassed expression on his face. He subconsciously tried to get up from the stretcher, but Zhou Liang pushed him back.

"Lie down well, you need treatment." Zhou Liang whispered to him.

Xie Yu'an supported his arm: "Thank you, Master... No, thank you, Captain, thank you for saving us."

Zhou Liang was a little taken aback when he heard his name, but Xie Yu'an had already lay down and left the VR panorama room with the medical team.

Xie Yu'an noticed from the corner of his eye that Zhou Liang's figure gradually blurred and shrank, and finally disappeared.He tilted his head, his slightly swollen mind was still like a sponge that had absorbed too much water, and the amount of information almost made him explode.But he knew very well in his heart that although he still retained the memory of that time, after he got rid of Nimo, Mo Xi appeared like a fleeting shadow, but left again.

He became Xie Yuan again, but Xie Yuan was Mo Xi's stand-in.And he probably understood a little bit, why did Zhou Liang say that after losing the third match: he trained himself to kill him one day.If he is Mo Xi, then he can really do it, kill that Zhou Liang who is not afraid of gods and demons.

Xie Yu'an showed a wry smile and hid his face in the pillow.

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He lay in the medical department for only two days, the blood in his stiff body reconnected, and he also returned to normal.He and Nige were discharged from the hospital at the same time. He also heard that Zhou Liang was always busy with post-war restoration work, but he always took about 10 minutes to visit him and talk to him.

Xie Yu'an maintained a smile and responded obediently. Zhou Liang seemed to have noticed something. He reached out to stroke his hair, but his hand fell vertically halfway, accompanied by a sigh of loss.

On the day they were discharged from the hospital, Xie Yu'an and Nige attended Sam's funeral.Zhou Liang attended symbolically, standing in the leadership ranks, awe-inspiring but closed confinement for unknown reasons.The Legion and the post-war area were left to waste. Sam's real cause of death was not announced, but simply integrated into a line of data in the "Daily Pioneer" or in news reports, which was so inconspicuous.

Xie Yu'an saw Sam lying on the farewell white bed surrounded by wreaths, the pastor mourned and read a solemn eulogy, a blue flame sprayed on the bed, and Sam's body was instantly surrounded by flames.The air was distorted and deformed in the burning heat, Xie Yuan stared directly at the faint green smoke above the tongue of fire as if his eyes were empty, and a line of tears slipped down unconsciously.

He remembered what Nimo said in the illusion, Sam knew that Meili died because of him, but he didn't complain to him at all.He had a heart for him, and regarded him as his best friend, even at that moment, he never wavered, but he was brutally murdered by Nimo.

He also thought of Meili, such a beautiful and powerful girl, who was probably only in her early twenties, who had saved his life at the risk of saving him, and died tragically in the deserted North Desert without even leaving her bones.And he didn't even know if she had a decent funeral.

Fei Zai's sobs could be heard clearly, it's hard to imagine that the optimist at any time, now the whole person has become gray and colorless.

"Why, didn't you tell me anything?" He choked up, sniffled his nose and asked Xie Yu'an in a subdued voice, "I've always wondered why he was always in a trance and didn't respond to his calls several times. In fact, at that time, Something happened to him."

Xie Yu'an nodded silently, feeling his nose a little sour.

Fei Zai wiped away his tears, and kept blaming himself: "My friend is really bad! If I could find out sooner, wouldn't he...wouldn't have died..."

Xie Yuan shook his head and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

Soon the funeral was over, and a few of their close friends were going to send Sam the last way, sending his ashes to the funeral home in the regiment.According to the regulations in the regiment, if a person dies, the ashes will be handed over to their family members, but most of the members of the regiment are homeless, so their ashes will be sent to the spiritual place, which is regarded as a resting place for them.

The old guard at the Guiling Office told them that only one person can go in, and he will be the guardian of the undead, and he swears in the name of his life to commemorate his existence with the rest of his life.

Fei Zai was holding the urn, but now he turned his head, looked at Xie Yu'an, and said, "You go. I...I really don't have the courage..."

He solemnly handed the wooden urn to Xie Yuan, and Xie Yuan nodded solemnly at him.

In the white room of Guiling, there are countless shelves, on which the coffins of the sacrificed heroes are neatly placed, and white candles are lit beside them, making the whole room dim and silent.In today's scarcity of supplies, I don't know how to find these candles.

Xie Yu'an picked up a pen, and filled in Sam's name and information stroke by stroke. In the last column, he thought for a long time, and finally wrote "Xie Yu'an" in big characters.

It turns out that after a person dies, they can only be turned into such a small box of things, leaving behind a page of information that is less than an A6 paper.He touched the wooden urn, feeling melancholy in his heart, and his identity as a commemorator suddenly became heavy.

Holding Sam's urn in his arms, he looked for an empty space on the shelf, but saw a familiar name here.

On a middle shelf, there was an urn with Mellie's name written on it.And the column where she commemorates the person is filled with vigorous and powerful words: Zhou Liang.

With tears in the corners of Xie Yuan's eyes, he put Sam's box beside her.

In that world, please be happy!He silently blessed in his heart.

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Sam's Diary

On August 2083, 8, I haven't seen Mei Li for a long time. It is said that she participated in a secret mission.Even so, I couldn't help but worry.But she is so powerful, she should return safely, just like before.

On November 2083, 11, Meili still did not come back. Where is she?As soon as I came back from Saidong City, I went to ask her about her situation, but her whereabouts are still unknown.I became different from before, I started to feel irritable, and my temper was easy to lose control. Fei Zai said that sometimes I was like a crazy person.

January 2084, 1, this year is the first day of the new year, and the group is still very lively. I tried to send messages to Meili, but nothing came of it. I gradually lost hope.I don't know, in this era, the speed of network transmission is almost at the speed of light, the Internet of Things connects everything through the network, and the team leader can even use brain waves to communicate with others... But I feel so lonely.

If possible, you should tell her the love buried in your heart earlier.

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Mei Li's diary

On June 2082, 6, I felt the gaze of that person again today, and he followed me like a shadow.I was going to give him a glare as a lesson, but he looked away guiltily.What a coward, do you want to chase girls like this?I admit that I am a little mean-spirited and want to tease him.

On November 2082, 11, I didn't expect that my opponent in the finals would be this idiot. He didn't even dare to look at me, let alone win.And as the leader's apprentice, for the honor of the leader, I will not give in to him.In the end, he really lost, but there was no frustration in his eyes, but full of admiration.What, what an interesting guy.

On May 2083, 5, the two of us met again. This time I took the initiative to exchange names with him. He scratched his head in embarrassment. He was really a fool.But, I didn't expect that this idiot rushed over at that time, he stood in front of me, and the huge mechanical arm that fell broke his leg... What a fool, what a... really a... super big fool ! (This page is stained with tears and much of the writing is illegible.)

On July 2083, 7, I received an order from the head of the regiment, who asked me to participate in a classified mission.I'm leaving and probably won't be back for a year or so.Before leaving, the head of the regiment told me that after this mission, I will be free again and will no longer be restricted by the regiment's treaty.I asked him if he knew that I was attracted to a Homo sapiens.He just smiled and didn't speak, the leader is really a good person!

But I don't have enough confidence to do this task well. I was brave and decisive in the past, but this time I became weak. I was frightened. I was afraid that I would not be able to go back. I was afraid that I would never see him again. .These thoughts haunt me every night and keep me from sleeping.

If I could go back in time, I would like to tell him those unspoken words.