Extraordinary Era

April 4, 2042, Qingming Festival, the spring rain continued.

In the early morning, there was drizzle in the gloomy sky. Sun Chen was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt and holding a black umbrella, walking on a bluestone road with tender grass.

The place he was going to was a mountain, a cemetery there, and a friend who was very important to him was buried in the cemetery.

Along the way, Sun Chen kept looking down at the road, carefully avoiding the small puddles on the road, and soon entered the cemetery, skillfully choosing the shortest road to the tomb.

He walks this road once a year, and this is the fourth time and the fourth year.

Counting this way, that person has been away from him for four years.

Someone has been taking care of the entire cemetery. Looking at it in the continuous spring rain, the picture is beautiful and sad.

Soon, Sun Chen came to a tombstone and stopped, looking at the white portrait on the tombstone. The owner of the portrait was very sunny and smiling, just like the smile in Sun Chen's memory, which had never changed.

"It's been another year, long time no see." Sun Chen said to the owner of the avatar.

Later, Sun Chen saw that there was rain on the photo, so he wiped it with his sleeve.

After wiping, Sun Chen said: "A lot of things happened this year, including life and death. I thought I was going to find you several times, but I was lucky enough to survive."

Sun Chen talked quietly alone, as if the owner of the photo was listening to him.

Then, he took out a chrysanthemum and tied it to a bamboo stick. Two words were engraved on the bamboo stick: Jiang Ke.

He inserted chrysanthemums and bamboo sticks under the tombstone, as if leaving a mark to prove that he had been there.

Then, he took out his mobile phone, turned on the music player, clicked on the song "Qingming Rain", and played it to the other party.

"This was one of your favorite songs during your lifetime. At that time, you joked that if you died before all of us, we would go to your grave and play this song every year during the Qingming Festival. Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a prophecy. It really happened.”

Sun Chen chuckled and fell into the memory of that scene, unable to come out for a long time.

After the song ended, Sun Chen put away his phone and whispered: "I met a new friend, his name is Mo Xiu. When I met him, he was as stupid as I was back then, so I followed your example and taught him everything I know. , but after all, I can't be you. I can't teach him everything. I can't be selfless to everyone in the class and take care of everyone's emotions like you. Sometimes I can't even control my own emotions, so what? Being able to care about others.”

"I have killed many people. Maybe you never thought that I would become an executioner, but I walked my own path. I will not regret it, because regret is useless. If one day, everyone knows that I am the executioner, Tell me, how should I face it?"

Four years ago, when Sun Chen was in the first semester of his third year of junior high school, no one could have imagined that the world would change like this.

Extraordinary matter exploded, extraordinary beings appeared, and the whole world changed drastically. Everyone became extraordinary, and he was "forced" to become the executioner of two warlords who slaughtered 20,000 people.

"Sigh... It would be great if you were still here."

After sighing, Sun Chen fell into silence.

After a while, Sun Chen said again: "In the past few years, I have often assumed your identity and imagined myself as you. I have put myself in your shoes and wanted to know why you hanged yourself in the first place, and you hanged yourself without any warning, but you still can't get it. to the answer.”

Jiang Ke's death was like a thorn in Sun Chen's heart. For the past four years, he could not remove it no matter how hard he tried.

Speaking of this, Sun Chen fell silent again.

"My guess is good, you are the first one to see the monitor every year!"

At this moment, a cute girl in yellow appeared on Sun Chen's left side, holding a transparent umbrella in her right hand and a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in her left hand, walking over with a smile.

The visitor is Zhang Xingyao. Looking from the drizzle, she looks like a fairy strolling in the rain.

"Monitor, long time no see."

Zhang Xingyao placed the flowers in her hand in front of Jiang Ke's tombstone, and then stood side by side with Sun Chen. She looked half a head shorter than Sun Chen.

"Aren't you going back to your hometown to worship your ancestors this year?"

Zhang Xingyao knew that Sun Chen had the habit of returning to his hometown to worship his ancestors every year, so he came very early every Qingming Festival and watched Jiang Ke before going home to worship his ancestors.

Sun Chen said: "If something happens this year, if my parents come back, I won't come back."

During the Qingming Festival, the four major sects of Taoism discussed Taoism at Longhu Mountain. Yesterday, other people from Qingcheng Mountain had already set off for Longhu Mountain. He wanted to see Jiang Ke first, so he went later.

He had to go to Longhu Mountain. Even if he was not a formal disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, he still had to go in order to solve the problem of evil thoughts.

"What about you, what are your plans?" Sun Chen looked at Zhang Xingyao's white profile and asked.

Zhang Xingyao smiled and said, "Me, I'll see the monitor, and I'll go to the Xiaoxin Orphanage later."

Xiaoxin Orphanage is where Jiang Ke grew up. After Jiang Ke passed away, Zhang Xingyao often went there.

Zhang Xingyao suddenly turned to look at Sun Chen and said, "Let me tell you something. Didn't I tell you at the last gathering that someone anonymously donated money to Xiaoxin Orphanage? At the end of last month, the dean told me that that person Donated another one million to the orphanage.”

"One million? So much! Is this a good thing?" Sun Chen said in surprise.

"Of course it's a good thing, but I don't know who donated it. At first it was a hundred thousand, then it became half a million, and then it became one million. What do you think this person does? He is so rich. ." Zhang Xingyao said doubtfully.

Sun Chen smiled and said: "The other party probably doesn't have any bad intentions, you don't care who he is."

"The dean has always wanted to thank the other party, but he didn't know how to thank him. I don't want to know who the other party is." Zhang Xingyao curled her lips and rolled her eyes at Sun Chen.

At this time, bursts of footsteps came from the left side of the two people.

"Oooh! You two bitches, how dare you make love to each other in front of the squad leader!"

Kong Sheng came, and he was not the only one who came. Behind him were more than twenty people, all of whom were classmates of Sun Chen's junior high school.

"You're a dog!"

Zhang Xingyao glanced at Sun Chen secretly, and turned to Kong Sheng with a red face.

Sun Chen looked at Kong Sheng and others and said in surprise: "You're all here so early?"

Yue Weigang sneered: "You are the first every year, why don't we come earlier too?"

"Monitor, look at how they are all rolled up!" A female classmate looked at the tombstone and sighed.

Everyone burst into laughter.

The originally peaceful cemetery became lively with the arrival of everyone.

After Kong Sheng placed the flowers he brought in front of Jiang Ke, he said sadly: "The main reason is that we will all go to college next year, and we don't know if we will be able to come back to see the monitor. If we come earlier this year, we will stay longer." a little."

After the college entrance examination, everyone goes their separate ways. Everyone has their own way to go. Some people will never even see each other again. Parting and death are the normal conditions of life.

Yue Weigang smiled and said: "Don't sound so sad. Since we are here, let's talk in front of the monitor about what university we want to go to!"

"Now that the college entrance examination has become more difficult, is it possible for us to go to college if we want to?" someone complained.

"I have some confidence in myself. I am number one in the eighth middle school. Let's talk about it first!" Yue Weigang started shouting, and everyone suddenly looked at Sun Chen.

Sun Chen smiled and said, "I haven't thought about it yet."

Kong Sheng felt uncomfortable for a while and said with disdain: "Look, everyone, this is called strength, this is called pretending!"

"Sun Chen is going to be the top scholar in Shu City. Yue Weigang, why did you mention him first? We are too embarrassed to say our favorite goals!" A petite female classmate said with a sad look on her face.

Yue Weigang waved his hand and said: "Don't worry about him, let's talk about our problems and let him continue to experience the feeling of being cold at high places."

Everyone decisively "abandoned" Sun Chen and began to speak out their goals one by one. For this goal, they can work harder and not leave any regrets in life.

While everyone was discussing, Zhang Xingyao asked secretly: "You really haven't thought about where you are going?"

"No."

Sun Chen responded, and then asked: "What about you?"

"Neither do I. Let's see how many exams we have taken first." Zhang Xingyao lowered his head and said.

The two of them said nothing, and listened quietly to everyone's ideals.

During this process, a dozen more students arrived, all from the same class. There were more than forty people in total. Some of them were unable to come because they had something to do, so they asked others to help bring gifts.

Because the place is too small, many people can only stand in front of other people's graves and let those who come from behind send flowers to Jiang Ke.

Many people haven't seen each other for a long time and took this opportunity to reminisce about the past and talk about the future.

Then someone came to Sun Chen, a female classmate, and asked curiously: "Sun Chen, I heard that someone from our school went to No. 8 Middle School to find you, and you beat him up, and then came back dejected. Is it true? of?"

This female classmate is now a student at Experimental High School. She asked about what happened a month ago.

Sun Chen smiled and said, "I didn't do it. I don't like fighting."

That was from Mo Xiu. He was taking a call from Lin Shuangyi and had no time to pay attention to those people.

The female classmate was amused by Sun Chen and said, "You don't like fighting? Did Yu Gui's leg break on his own? Did Zhao Guangli's arm break on his own?"

Sun Chen was also a student of Experimental High School. Now, many people in Experimental High School know that Yu Gui's leg was broken by Sun Chen.

In response, Sun Chen smiled awkwardly, unable to explain.

It turns out that in the eyes of these old classmates, he has become an aggressive person.

Then someone came and asked: "The group said that you successfully practiced the Qi Generating Technique in ten minutes. Is it true?"

"It's me." Sun Chen admitted generously, there was nothing to hide.

"NB!"

The man gave a thumbs up, and then said with a smile: "Don't forget each other whether we are rich or noble, Zhang Xingyao, please go away, I also want to get some genius!"

Zhang Xingyao: "??"

Afterwards, everyone talked together for another half an hour. When it got darker, they said goodbye to Jiang Ke one by one and left the cemetery together.

Before leaving, Kong Sheng also prayed in front of Jiang Ke's tombstone: "Squad leader, you must bless me to be admitted to Shucheng University!"

"Monitor, don't bless him, let him go back to kindergarten to study!"

Everyone was booing and arguing with Kong Sheng.

Amid the laughter and laughter, everyone moved further and further away from the cemetery.

After everyone left, a man wearing black clothes and sunglasses came to Jiang Ke's tomb and stared at the direction Sun Chen and others left.

After a long time, he looked back at the tombstone and the pile of flowers in front of it.

He saw the bamboo stick and chrysanthemum inserted next to the tombstone, smiled, then bent down to pull out the bamboo stick and held it in his hand.

Looking at the name on the bamboo stick, the man whispered: "Thank you for remembering me, and thank you, Xiao Chen. I hope you will grow up quickly. We don't have much time."