Dragon Clan: Restart your life

Extra 5: Life is always as lonely as snow (116w free chapter)

The dim sunlight enveloped the old building standing alone on the horizon, dragging out a long and slanting shadow.

"Brother, have you ever been separated?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Aren't my lives always separated?"

"What about the reunion?"

"The reunion... was so difficult."

The man sitting alone on the leaden roof of the old building sighed.

There were many times when he thought that it would not change and would continue like this forever, but it finally came to an end.

For example, the old classroom with the ceiling fan whirring overhead every day, the cicadas chirping in the shade outside the window, or the bus route connecting my uncle's home and school that has not changed for many years...

These things that he once thought would never become something eventually ended up being slowly shelved in an unimportant corner in his life trajectory and gradually forgotten.

Parting and reunion have always been the main theme of life.

Lu Mingfei scratched his head and said with some regret: "It's really not easy to say it's difficult, but it doesn't seem to be difficult to say it's simple."

"What the hell kind of answer is this?" Lu Mingze's voice came helplessly.

"It's a fact." Lu Mingfei shrugged, his left foot hanging in the air, his right foot stepping on the edge of the rooftop, his hands resting on his knees, "After all, we have already experienced a reunion, haven't we?"

Silence is like the tide in the night, silently infiltrating and swallowing everything.

After a long time.

Lu Mingze's chuckle sounded: "Did you enjoy yourself this time?"

"I'm very happy." Lu Mingfei grinned, but it was full of bitterness. "When I turned around, I found that there seemed to be nothing left. I originally wanted to protect everyone, but in the end, I was protected by everyone. Du Er It’s the first round, but the ending is no different from the first round. It’s really a failure.”

"It's okay, at least it's much better than the previous week's performance. Try your best next time!"

"Next time?" Lu Mingfei smiled bitterly, "Where did next time come from? There is no way to save it. Life is something like this. If you have a chance to come back again, you should seize it. I thought I would seize it. , but still couldn’t change the ending.”

"No, brother, you have found the best ending line." Lu Mingze disagreed with his statement and retorted with a serious face, "Even if we calculated this ending line countless times, we still couldn't calculate it. It's like you can still go like this. It's equivalent to you forcibly opening up a path leading to he in the story line of "Destined to Be". You have done a very good job, far beyond our imagination. It should be said that you are worthy of it. You guys?"

Lu Mingfei curled his lips, a little unconvinced, but also a little happy, not happy for himself, but happy that everyone's behavior was not meaningless. Everyone's sacrifices found a new route for the world, a road that has tomorrow and future. The way forward.

"Will the sun still rise tomorrow?"

"Yes. Tomorrow, everyone in this world who has nothing to do with the Dragon Clan will open their eyes and welcome a new and hopeful tomorrow."

"Having lost relevant memories, will they be confused when they wake up and see this dilapidated and messy world? Are all kinds of conspiracy theories and alien theories going to be flying all over the sky?" Lu Mingfei thought of something inexplicably. The picture made me laugh out loud.

"There is nothing we can do about this. Our goal is to destroy the elemental sea, and after losing the elemental sea, we will not have the ability to retrace the timeline. Of course, that woman might be able to." Lu Mingze spread his hands, "Besides, Judging from the current situation, the dragons are originally aliens."

The dark clouds accumulated in the distance gradually opened a large hole, and the dim sunlight poured down from there.

Lu Mingfei gradually narrowed his eyes, feeling as if he was standing in the dusk a long time ago.

I don’t know since when he started to get used to recalling the past. Is it because he is old?

"By the way, you..." Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered something, turned around suddenly, and was stunned.

Because there was no one around him.

What lay in front of him was a scene of ruins. In the entire city, it seemed that only the old building under his butt was still standing. The desolate ruins could stretch all the way to the skyline.

The figure who had always claimed to be his brother disappeared at some point, or he didn't appear at all.

Lu Mingfei was in a daze.

Only then did he remember that even the once omnipotent little devil had died in the recent war.

The greatest justice in this world is death.

So who was that just now?

Ah, is this an illusion again...

Lu Mingfei scratched the back of his head, a little surprised and helpless.

From a long time ago, he gradually got used to a certain boy who was elusive and might appear next to him at any time.

This sudden disappearance is really a bit uncomfortable.

Sigh... Lu Mingfei sighed and left. They all left. They all left generously and gracefully. Before leaving, he didn't forget to be cool, so he left him where he was, saying that he would entrust his last hope to him. Give it to him, you can only win but not lose, you bastard...

asshole!

What you said is so heroic, you should at least leave one of them to accompany you to make a few fuss!

"Life is so lonely as snow."

I don’t know when it started.

The man who had been alone for a long time, but survived for the sake of this world, was filled with sorrow.

Until a woman in a white dress appeared next to him.

As the will of this planet, she stared at the man in front of her faintly, seeming to have refreshed her understanding of him again.

"Hey, we're finally here. Are you ready?" Lu Mingfei turned around and raised his hand to greet him.

The woman nodded silently.

"Finally, it's time for me to play." Lu Mingfei was gearing up, looking like he was going to have a big fight.

"You...is there anything you want to do but haven't done yet?" the woman said softly, "or to put it bluntly, is there anything else you want to do?"

"You are so straightforward..." Lu Mingfei said helplessly, "If you have to say something, please do me a favor."

"Okay, as long as I can do it." The woman nodded solemnly.

"One is, if you can do it, restore the world to a state where nothing happened." Lu Mingfei smiled silently, "Of course, you can also leave some residue to scare those people."

The woman chuckled, this guy is still so evil.

"Do you...regret it?" she asked suddenly.

Lu Mingfei glanced at her with a calm look, smiled, shook his head and said: "This question is meaningless, and it is suspected of insulting us, but I think you are a bit stupid, and you may not even know what insult means. For your sake, I won’t argue with you.”

The woman gritted her teeth and said, "Don't underestimate me!"

Lu Mingfei was very happy and wanted to tease this guy, otherwise he would have no chance in the future.

Right now.

In that high and far place, the figure with the ocean on its back lowered its eyes, and with a majesty like a majesty, lowered its head to lock onto the last enemy in this world.

Lu Mingfei raised his head, felt the silent gaze, and grinned.

He stood up and stood on the rooftop. No one in IE would worry that he would fall, because standing here was the new king of the world.

He opened his hands to the ruins stretching to the horizon in front of him, and also opened his arms to the world.

Finally embrace this world.

that moment.

He felt the molten heat flowing through his veins again, familiar and intimate.

Perhaps only pain can make him feel alive.

The majesty of the sun rose up, and the clouds above were torn into pieces by the majestic breath rising from the ground. They dispersed into cloud foam, slowly accelerating and rotating according to some unknown rules, and finally formed a huge cloud. Swirl, pressing in the sky.

Against the strong wind, the woman suddenly shouted anxiously: "What is the second thing? You haven't told me what the second thing is!"

"...Take care of someone for me."

Lu Mingfei lowered his head, and his face gradually covered with scales pulled out a last smile. His voice reached the woman's ears in the strong wind, and then his wings pierced his windbreaker to cover the sky and the sun. He held the power and power. The new king stands high in the sky, with endless thunder twining around his wings.

He regained his strength and rebelled against the source of it all with absolute power and strength.

And he can do all this without everyone who sacrifices for this world.

"When the false crown is given the truth, there will be no boundary between truth and falsehood. He will reverse his destiny, go against the flow of time and space, at the cost of carrying everything..."

Below, the woman's soft murmur was drowned in the strong wind.

on this day.

She saw the last word spirit in this world.

Far faster than time zero!

Fast enough to beat fate!

Tampering with the established ending and forcibly opening up a new route among countless tragic endings!

she knows.

it's all over.

The dragon clan originated from these two brothers.

It should also end with them.

She stretched out her hand to catch the snow-like fragments that were falling in the sky. Snow began to fall in the sky. The elemental sea that was rooted in the world and absorbed the origin of the world was finally destroyed, and scattered here into a grand ceremony. snow.

In every snowflake, there seems to be a past that is destined to be buried and unknown.

The woman who had foreseen this scene reached out silently, listening to the past events that were about to become a mystery.

For no reason, I remembered the man's boring and laughing sigh when he rushed to his death in the end.

Really...

Loneliness is like snow.

…

All the words and spirits disappeared.

Only one person remains.

His hair was messy and he was yawning and called Guderian.

That morning, he climbed out of bed, put on his nightcap, rubbed his eyes, and walked out of the research room. He always felt that he had forgotten something.

He stood in front of the bathroom mirror and thought seriously for a while, but couldn't think of anything.

A student walked into the toilet.

"Professor Guderian, did you stay in the research room all night again?" the boy asked in surprise.

Guderian was stunned, looked at the boy in the mirror, and asked doubtfully: "Who are you?"

The boy couldn't laugh or cry: "Have you forgotten me again? I am Joseph Edward, who was just reported yesterday."

"Are you my student?" Guderian scratched his head, looking confused.

He has only two students. One is Fingel, who was entrusted to him by the vice-chancellor. He graduated last year and joined the executive department and went to Cuba.

The other one is, of course, "good boy Ming Fei", his only hope of becoming a tenured professor.

"Where is this place? Is it Kassel College?" Guderian suddenly asked. He felt that the surrounding area looked familiar, but also very strange. It seemed that he had been here a long time ago, but had already left, leaving only a vague impression.

Before being admitted to Kassel College with Manstein, he was a tenured professor at Harvard University. The blood of the dragon family gave him a childhood that was different from ordinary people, and also gave him a brain that was far superior to ordinary people.

His academic attainments allowed him to become a tenured professor at Harvard University early. After learning the secrets of the Dragon Clan, he devoted himself to Cassel College without hesitation.

"Cassell College?" the boy said with a stunned look on his face, "Professor, this is Harvard College. Do you... need to go to the infirmary?"

He expressed his concerns and suggestions to Guderian tactfully.

The memory deep in my mind seemed to be triggered all of a sudden.

Memories are like a tide, rushing into Guderian's mind

This is Harvard, not Kassel College. At this moment, he is a tenured professor at Harvard, not an associate professor in Kassel.

Is this... a dream?

Rejecting the boy's kindness, Guderian stumbled away under the boy's worried and strange eyes and returned to the laboratory.

As soon as he returned to the laboratory, he couldn't wait to search for the number belonging to Manstein in his mobile phone, wanting to ask what happened to this guy. Has the world really restarted as they predicted?

Did they win that war or lose it?

Mingfei, where did they go?

He had extracted Eri Yi and Mingfei's blood for research earlier, and finally made unprecedented breakthroughs and progress last night. He couldn't wait to share it with everyone, but he was pulled into sleep by deep fatigue. When he woke up, Everything seems to have changed.

Guderian was suddenly stunned.

experiment……

blood……

He suddenly stopped looking for Manstein's phone and swooped over to the test bench.

The reagent tube was dumped on the table. There was nothing inside and no residue on the table.

Guderian's eyes widened and he racked his brains trying to recall everything that happened last night.

It seems... it seems... probably... maybe... maybe...

He vaguely remembered that in the end he seemed to... drink the tube of blood by some strange coincidence?

Guderian's hair stood on end.

What made you crazy last night? !

After calming down, he looked through his address book again, but could not find Manstein's name.

An ominous premonition surged strongly in his mind.

Two hours later.

Guderian sat in the infirmary.

Alan Hobson sat opposite him. He was a bald old man, but he was also a professor of psychiatry at Harvard Medical School. He patted Guderian on the shoulder comfortingly:

"Don't worry, Professor Guderian, everything will be fine."

Guderian said happily: "Professor Allen, do you believe me?"

"Of course, why should I not believe you? You have always been a genius in our minds, and it cannot be you who is wrong." Professor Allen sighed.

He patted him on the shoulder, turned and walked out of the door of the infirmary, and said seriously to the boy guarding the door: "Go and tell the principal that Professor Guderian is very ill and needs treatment. He will stay here during this period." It’s with me.”

"Okay, Professor Allen!"

After the boy left quickly, Allen frowned and lit a cigarette.

Amid the curls of green smoke, Allen's thoughts were a little far away.

An hour ago, Professor Guderian confided in him crazily as if grasping a life-saving straw. It was a "fantasy" story, and he used various side stories to understand what was in Professor Guderian's mind. No logical errors were found in that fantasy story.

In other words, Professor Guderian imagined a completely logical fantasy world. The only flaw may be those people who do not exist.

In addition, he said that the world fell into a war a few months ago, which means that he had been "creating" this illusory world a few months ago.

Simply put, he had been ill for several months.

This is not good news.

After extinguishing the cigarette, Professor Allen turned around and prepared to continue to calm Professor Guderian's emotions. However, he was shocked to see the big sloppy face looking at him with a wry smile in the crack of the door.

After looking at each other for a long time.

"You didn't believe me, right?" Guderian pushed open the door, scratched his messy hair, and said helplessly.

Professor Allen was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly and said, "Professor Guderian, you need some rest."

"...No, not now." Guderian's eyes became firm and calm, but he did not tolerate any rejection. He whispered, "I have to prove something. Maybe I am wrong, but I want to believe that the world wrong."

Professor Allen blocked the door and said firmly: "I can't let you out now."

Guderian gave him a strange look, slammed the door shut, and locked it from the inside.

"Professor Guderian! Professor Guderian! Calm down and don't do anything stupid!!"

Wait until Allen and the students passing by break open the door of the infirmary.

The house was empty.

The windows were wide open and the curtains were blown up by the wind.

Allen's eyes widened and he rushed to the window, only to see a familiar figure running far away.

But here...

It's the fourth floor!

Professor Guderian is not the kind of extreme athlete who is good at sports!

He suddenly remembered what Professor Guderian had just said about dragon blood and hybrids. With the blessing of dragon blood, hybrids can gain superhuman athletic abilities.

But he couldn't confirm it.

Because the little old man burst out with astonishing speed and ran out of the academy with a body as strong as a leopard.

…

Guderian's first stop was the Chicago train station.

He waited here for several hours. According to his authority, the train to the academy should have arrived, but the fact was that he did not wait for that specific train.

He walked out of the station in silence and looked up to see the quiet and peaceful Chicago.

Those buildings that have long since collapsed in memory still stand under the blue sky.

He stopped a motorcycle on the side of the road and handed the watch to the young man. The young man took it happily and gave up the motorcycle under his butt. In the evening wind, he watched this strange old man driving the motorcycle and painting all the way. The snake twisted and twisted away.

Following the route in his memory, Professor Guderian rushed into the forest, but failed to find the train track in his memory.

He rode his motorcycle hard forward in the night, and finally arrived at the Kassel College in his memory late at night.

But nothing was found.

There are no traces of any construction.

It's like everything has been erased.

He sat blankly on the grass. From this place, he could see the sparkling lake at the foot of the mountain. The red pine forest at night was slowly rising and falling in the wind, just like the pine wind in his memory.

This place is the most suitable place for afternoon tea in the college. He remembered that Manstein used to have afternoon tea here and had to call and ask the restaurant manager.

But now.

The academy is gone.

Manstein was also missing.

The old guy who had been with him since childhood suddenly disappeared.

Along with the names and figures he was familiar with.

Is all this really just his fantasy, his dream?

Are those countless figures rushing to the battlefield, those unyielding figures in the blood and fire, and those people greeting death with laughter and anger, are they all just his fantasy?

That heavy fate that has been passed down for thousands of years...how could it be just his fantasy?

Guderian got up.

He didn't believe it was all his imagination.

How could the countless people who died bright and vivid in his memory be just his fantasy? !

As the last person who still remembers those guys, he may be burdened with the fate of having to find them. He has no time to stop and must go all out.

…

"I'm sorry, Mr. Guderian, we checked the records from that year and found that... you were the only one who was sent to our hospital."

The director of the mental hospital where he was imprisoned when he was young looked at the old man in front of him strangely.

If the other party was not already a tenured professor at Harvard University, he might have "retained" the former "patient" of this hospital.

Guderian was silent for a moment, nodded, turned and left.

Manstein's existence was indeed completely erased.

He has not forgotten that the old guy who stood in the central control room and said to all the students who are about to go to the battlefield, tears already filled his eyes when he bowed deeply, and then knocked on the door of his laboratory late at night after the large troops left, and was silent for a long time. Finally, she just told him to be careful in the future, turned around and left, and never saw him again.

Later, Guderian learned that Manstein did not choose to sit in the rear, but rushed to the front with countless students, and finally died in a small-scale battle.

His death made the vice-principal depressed for a long time, until he walked out of the attic and went to the front line.

…

The estate that once belonged to the Gattuso family is now replaced by another surname.

Guderian sat on the roadside in Sicily, raised his head, and the dazzling sunlight fell into his eyes, and he couldn't help but squint.

Caesar Gattuso.

That student who shines like the sun.

He used to not like this arrogant rich kid very much, until the rich kid wisely gave up the position of student union president to Ming Fei.

And it was the son of a wealthy family who he once regarded, who finally gained the power of the Dragon King through the road to becoming a god. He joined hands with Chen Motong to lead the mixed-race legion formed by the Gattuso family, and blocked the Dragon Deadpool on the front line more than once. Legion's attack.

He sacrificed himself in the most tragic war, used himself as bait, attracted 40% of the enemy's troops, fought to the death, and was worthy of the name "Caesar". In the end, he stood proudly on the battlefield and died, even after death. , the enemy did not dare to approach his corpse.

And now...

Everything seemed to cease to exist.

No one remembers Caesar Gattuso, no one even knows the surname Gattuso.

Guderian looked around at the passers-by. In the distance, a tall Sicilian girl jumped into the arms of a man and spun around in a circle as her boyfriend spun her around. In the distance, two old men supported each other and walked through a romantic street. On the pedestrian street, the reflection of time is cast on the sidewalk, and there are children laughing and playing passing by, as if time is changing...

His eyes followed the white bird that flapped its wings and flew into the clouds to the infinitely distant blue sky.

all of these……

Perhaps this is what Caesar Gattuso wanted to see.

…

The waves under the cliff hit the corner of the cliff, and the sound of the waves lasted for a long time. The decaying castle stood here, and it seemed that no one had visited it for a long time, and it had not been repaired for a long time.

Guderian stood in the sun, looking at the large shadow cast by the castle not far away, silent.

The castle where Beowulf, one of the leaders of the Secret Party, once lived, is now in a dilapidated state. He inquired with the local residents, but found that the castle was a relic from a hundred years ago, and the local government did not care... …

I heard that Mr. Beowulf rushed to the battlefield with a group of old guys in the ice cellar, just to die...

Guderian turned around.

…

What kind of person is Angers?

In Guderian's eyes, the principal was actually a coquettish and talkative old guy.

Old guys with rich life experiences can always come up with a bunch of messy philosophies of life.

During the interview when he and Manstein joined the academy, the coquettish old guy once boasted to them about his awesome past. He talked to them about Blood Mourning and the passage of time. The two young men in their thirties and forties were stunned for a while, but they happily accepted the theory of Blood Mourning. Before the two of them officially joined the academy, they already regarded this place as their home in life. They secretly decided that they must be buried here after their death. By the way, they set the principal, who had long looked down upon his time, as a role model in life.

Guderian stood on the Bridge of Sighs at Cambridge University, with the wind blowing his messy white hair. His eyes were blurred, as if he had flown to the far end of time and recalled the past, making this old man look vicissitudes of life and full of stories.

A passing girl wearing a short skirt and jeans with long flowing hair and long legs looked at him curiously, and she had already imagined a whole bloody love story in her mind...

And he was just mourning an elder who deserved his respect.

He could not find Angers here.

But he didn't know where to look for that coquettish old guy.

That coquettish old guy has no fixed abode and no mansion to his name. He spends his life either traveling around the world or staying in the principal's office.

Perhaps starting from that night a hundred years ago, he lost the place that could finally be defined as "home" and became a wandering son in a foreign land.

Everywhere he goes is a foreign land, only this Cambridge, which has never belonged to him, still retains the shadow of his past.

…

With some friends and acquaintances who you usually have close contact with, only when you really need to contact them will you find that you know nothing about them except their phone number.

You don’t know where he lives, who else is in his family, or even whether this person exists in the world.

I don’t know if it’s because he’s pretending too well, or because you don’t really pay attention to him at all.

Just like Fingal.

No one knows where Fingal's home is.

There are rumors that he lives in an old castle in his hometown in the countryside and rides to town every day to complete his summer homework for the college.

As Fingel's teacher, Guderian's understanding of him was extremely limited. He only knew that this guy disappeared mysteriously every holiday and could not be contacted at all except during check-in time. The reason was naturally that there was no Internet in the countryside...

It wasn't until the woman named "Ouroboros" was revealed to the academy that they gradually uncovered this man's mysterious and heavy past.

Sometimes he is off the hook, and he can be so handsome that he has no friends. In his twenties, he has loved and hated. He has been to many places and met many people. He is far better than these old people who stick to the rules. The guy is much more exciting and dazzling.

Some people say that his playful smile is just his disguise, just like the playboy side of the principal, because the suffering he has experienced is not inferior to anyone else, and can even rival the principal. However, Guderian feels that it is not his disguise, but also his. Part of it is the attitude he chose to embrace the world.

Even if the world once made him despair, he was still willing to face the world with a smile for the sake of those he loved.

Guderian stood at the door of the Internet cafe in the town and asked the boss if there was an inconspicuous young man who came on horseback in those years to surf the Internet at a fixed time every morning. He might wear a cowboy hat, press the brim of the hat, and imitate Shaking his head like an old cowboy in a movie walking into a tavern, he walked into an Internet cafe pretending to be thoughtful...

The answer is of course no.

Guderian slowly walked out of the Internet cafe.

He felt the scattered time of this small town and squinted towards the only gravel road leading outside the town.

In a trance.

He seemed to see the young man who laughed and raised his middle finger to show respect to the enemy at the last moment of his life, and still did not forget to show off his coolness. He was playing a ditty and riding a horse leisurely along the trail.

In front of him, there was a girl in a fluttering white dress.

…

Three months later.

Guderian went to many places, trying to find traces that could prove everyone's existence.

When disappointments piled up one after another, Guderian boarded a plane to a small city in southern China, exhausted both physically and mentally.

He purchased this flight based on his memory, and subconsciously put this city at the end, treating it as the destination.

Because that's where it all began. On that sunny afternoon, everyone was full of beautiful longings for the future, but they didn't know that the shadow of fate was meandering away from here and sweeping the entire world.

That year, no one knew what kind of existence the S-class student they were about to welcome in this city was, what kind of fate he was carrying and was affected by, let alone that he would save the world a few years later...

Got out of the taxi.

Guderian stood under a plane tree and looked up at the community not far away.

The light and shadow cut by the forest leaves sway on the ground like water plants.

After hesitating for a moment, he raised his feet and walked towards the final destination.

After many years.

He still hasn't forgotten this place. Through Norma's data, he knows that Mingfei's favorite place to stay is on the rooftop of that old floor.

Guderian knocked on the door of Lu Mingfei's uncle's house. The person who opened the door was a housewife who looked at him with the same suspicion as when they first met.

"Who are you?"

Guderian poked his head into the room, trying to find a familiar figure, but did not see his favorite student.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing! Don't think that you can break into other people's homes as a foreigner!" The middle-aged woman was furious, pressed against the door, and started shouting at the top of her voice.

Guderian was so embarrassed that he quickly backed away and pressed his hands to signal her to calm down.

"Calm down, calm down. I'm Professor Guderian. We have... um, should I have met before? I'm here to find Mingfei."

The middle-aged woman stared at him suspiciously.

"professor?"

"right!"

"Professor from the University of Austin?"

"Yes."

The middle-aged woman's eyes suddenly lit up and she said excitedly: "Mingfei? Are you talking about Mingze? Are you here to see our Mingze? Are you a professor from Mingze who is here to visit? Please come in quickly. Please come in!"

Mingze?

Guderian remembered that Ming Fei seemed to have a cousin named Lu Mingze. He had met him before and he was a little fat man.

He did not dispel the middle-aged woman's misunderstanding, and squeezed into this neither big nor small home. Under the warm and powerful welcome of the middle-aged woman, he walked into the house and looked around at the furnishings in the house.

At this moment, Guderian was very excited. The furnishings here were no different from what he remembered. He had really been here!

If those are just his imagination, how to explain this?

It's not him who's wrong, it's the world!

This world has forgotten those people, and he may be the last person who still remembers them!

When he thought of this, he made an excuse to go to Mingfei and his cousin's room.

The middle-aged woman heard that the professor from abroad came to see her son and wanted to see how his son was studying. She happily led the way and opened the door of the study room.

Standing at the door, Guderian looked slightly stunned.

Because there is no sign of a second person living in this house.

"Mingze, do you have any relatives like your brother?" Guderian asked tentatively.

"Brother?" The middle-aged woman was stunned, "No, Mingze is the biggest among my relatives here, and he has no relatives at all on his father's side."

"...There is no relative named Lu Mingfei?" Guderian refused to give up.

at last.

Guderian walked towards the door in silence. The middle-aged woman originally wanted to force this man to stay for dinner, but suddenly she couldn't say a word to stay. This old foreign man with messy hair and unkempt appearance suddenly had a serious look on his face. He stood down, his shoulders feeling heavy as if he were going to collapse.

She could only watch Guderian leave.

Guderian walked downstairs absentmindedly.

He was in the right place, but not the right person.

In this world, he is like a patient, a patient who remembers something he shouldn't remember.

The mistake may be made by the whole world and people all over the world, but this still cannot reverse his situation of being out of place.

He shouldn't appear in this world. Maybe he should, like Manstein and others, mysteriously disappear into this world without leaving any trace.

But he was still abandoned.

He was abandoned by the mixed-race world, and alienated from the world beneath his feet because of this memory.

What made him most uncomfortable was that he couldn't even bring flowers to their tombstones to mourn.

Because no one built a monument for them.

Those dazzling figures have truly been completely forgotten by this world.

Their names, figures, stories, and everything they had done were completely erased from this world.

Is this the fate of the dragon clan?

Guderian was a little distracted.

He seemed to have penetrated the truth of it all, but was unable to change it. The weight of fate was like an endless ocean, swallowing up everything.

He suddenly thought of the principal again. It is said that after the Summer of Mourning, when the secret party found Principal Angers, he had already buried all his companions and walked alone in the wilderness, like a walking corpse. He only said one sentence to everyone who found him. , "The world turns out to be so cruel."

Yes, the world turns out to be so cruel. Those figures that were once as dazzling as the sun were buried in the long river of lost history as they died.

Where should I go next?

Should they buy a piece of land and erect a monument for them, or should they write it all down as the last trace of their existence? Is this the meaning of my existence? To continue living as a gravekeeper in the new world.

Guderian suddenly raised his head.

Look up along the gap in the middle of the stairs that leads directly to the top floor.

The gentle sound of the violin came from there.

The sound of the piano is like gurgling water, pure but with unspeakable sadness, gently caressing everything in its path...

No.

That's not sadness.

But a deep loneliness.

Guderian had read Lu's essays on the forum and remembered one sentence in particular:

——Nalan Xingde said that if life is just like the first meeting, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan...

He felt that what the ancient man named Nalan Xingde said was really good, so he privately searched for the poems left by Nalan Xingde in his spare time.

Among them, the most impressive one is one of the Bodhisattva poems:

The fluttering awnings are only spinning in shock, and the smoke is far away when pedestrians pass by.

Recognize the river immediately, Maoling is full of wind and rain.

Walking in the lonely palace, chanting the glazed fire.

There are wild geese and palace crows, and the sun is easily tilted in the deep mountains.

this moment.

Guderian felt that the sound of the violin contained not sadness, but a desolation and loneliness like Nalan Xingde.

Just like many years ago, Nalan Xingde, who was born in the early years of the Qing Dynasty, rode his horse to the Ming Emperor's Mausoleum. The sky was twilight, and the place he looked back was full of desolation. A rusty copper lock locked the gate of the palace, and the old days were also forgotten. The prosperity of the dynasty is locked into a past that no one cares about.

The crows hovering on the broken tiles and ruins are noisy and cawing in memory of the past, but they still cannot cover up the deep loneliness of the palace and the mountains here...

Mostly these are stories of love and hatred that have lasted for many years, a heavy fate that cannot be escaped, and stories of lovely and brave people fighting bravely for this world to have a future...

All forgotten.

With the demise of an era, they all sank into the long river of history, buried in the unknown bottom of the river, and became the dust of history.

In the face of the grandeur of fate and the length of time, no matter whether they are humans, hybrids, or dragons, they are all too small.

Guderian woke up from the sound of the piano.

He had just been immersed in the sound of the piano, and with the melodious ups and downs of the piano, he recalled the ups and downs of the past.

Yes!

He is Guderian, a tenured professor at Kassel College, and the student who helped him achieve the evaluation of tenured professor is called Lu Mingfei.

He remembered it correctly!

It's not him, nor this world, that's wrong!

Maybe, he just stayed in the wrong world!

He suddenly quickened his pace, grabbed the handrail and strode up the stairs. At this moment, he was walking as fast as flying. There was electric current stimulating his brain. There seemed to be infinite power in his body. His blood was gushing and boiling at this moment, as if fate was calling him at this moment. go ahead!

Following the guidance of the sound of the piano, he arrived at the rooftop.

The afterglow of the setting sun penetrates the clouds and falls on this rooftop.

On the rooftop.

There was a girl with her back to him, playing the piano slowly.

The last rays of the setting sun fell on her long and transparent hair.

He could see those long, jade-like fingers gently plucking the strings, as if moving the needle of fate.

It was as if all the joys and sorrows in the world were integrated into the sound of the piano under her fingertips like gurgling water.

She seemed to have been waiting for Guderian here for a long time, until a world was destroyed and a new world was reborn.

When Guderian stepped onto the rooftop, the woman slowly turned around, with a shallow and delighted smile on her flawless face.

Instead of approaching him, she retreated slowly, her figure blending into the afterglow of the setting sun and disappearing in the last ray of light before nightfall.

Until now.

Only then did Guderian notice.

Beside the girl.

At dusk.

There is a wooden door that looks ordinary and classic.

It just stood there.

Behind it is the far-reaching and deep sky that is unique to this season.

Under this vast sky, there are more than six billion people who can find their own place in it, except for him who is "lost".

No one knew what was behind the door, but Guderian stood there in a daze, suddenly awakening like an enlightenment.

He suddenly understood something.

What was waiting for him was not the woman just now, but this portal in the world that only he could open.

Because his word spirit is the [key].

Theoretically he can open all doors in the world.

Perhaps, it also includes...

The door to another world

And the name of that gate,

It’s called——

"Dragon"

…

There was a squeaking sound.

Someone slowly pushed open the classic wooden door that had been dusty for many years.

What leads behind the door is an elegant office.

The setting sun outside the window reflects the dim sky and the earth, and the room is filled with the afterglow of twilight.

The originally spacious office was slightly crowded due to the presence of figures.

Those familiar figures, just looking at their backs, Guderian could blurt out their names.

Caesar Gattuso, Chu Zihang and Fingel were sitting around in the attic, with stern expressions on their faces, as if they were masters who could kill with a single strike.

When everyone looked around, Principal Lu, who had already ascended the principal's throne, snorted coldly and glanced sideways at a group of young students, saying that they would definitely be killed tonight and all of them would be thrown into disgrace.

The head of the Uesugi family walked upstairs slowly and said that dinner was ready. Let's continue playing after eating. Principal Lu held the hand of the head of the Uesugi family and said, "My wife, let me play two more games. I am very lucky now!"

Nono, or Mrs. Gattuso, was sitting behind Caesar, the school director, impatiently pushing Caesar and saying, "Get out of the way, let me play a few games!" If you lose like this, you will lose your pants!

Xia Mi stood behind Chu Zihang and made plans, humming this weapon to definitely kill them all!

Eva casually propped her elbows on Fingel's broad shoulders, rested her chin on his forehead, and smiled peacefully.

The phone on the table vibrated. Principal Lu picked up the phone and impatiently asked who it was. He had to call at this point. If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you fart, hurry up!

A familiar voice said on the other end of the phone that he was watching beautiful women on the beach in Rio de Janeiro. A wave hit him and all the swimsuits of various colors fell off! Brother, how are you doing lately?

Principal Lu was immediately shocked and said, "Why don't you take good care of my son and go to Rio de Janeiro to see beautiful women?" ! What if my son is bullied? !

There was a loud voice on the other end of the phone. Such an important task must be handed over to the most professional people! Besides, my nephew is so noisy that even your ten older brothers can't compare to you when you were a child. It's good if others don't get bullied!

Principal Lu scratched his head and muttered that it was true. At Fingel's urging, he put down the phone and said harsh words to the three parties around the table. He was going to kill everyone tonight!

The crowd roared with laughter.

There was a warm and cheerful atmosphere in the house.

They all seemed to hear the creak of the door opening, and looked back eagerly with expressions of surprise and anticipation.

that moment.

Guderian couldn't help but take off his glasses and rubbed his already wet eyes.

Those people he almost thought had disappeared, stood so vividly and brightly in front of him.

The molten golden afterglow of the setting sun spilled into the house, dyeing the scene with a dim color, and outlined their figures with thick colors, as if they were embedded in time and space, engraved in the scrolls of the years, and their voices, faces, and smiles were eternally fixed here. .

They stood smiling and shouted in unison:

"haven't seen you for a long time!"

…

I can't help but think back to that city at night

bonfire of lights

I'm sitting on the rooftop

Time is short and long

The wind flows through my ears and brings the sounds of the whole world

wind

Some people play and sing, some dance, and some fall in love

when 18 years old

my world is dark