I'm Really A Newcomer

The old man seemed to have experienced a terrible fire, but his face that should have been peaceful was splashed with red clouds. The protruding red flesh snaked from the corner of his mouth to the bridge of his nose like a red snake, and there were little tears in his eyes.

Jiang Mian frowned in confusion.

"Qingwu?" Yang Kairun said tremblingly.

He stared intently at Jiang Mian's face, as if he was sketching the shadow of a person who would never die.

Qingwu...

Jiang Mian's pupils dilated.

He didn't understand why the unknown Director of the Seventh Bureau had such a big reaction after seeing him. If it was those two words, there was no doubt that... Qingwu was his mother's name.

They didn't even attend Grandma's funeral.

The two people who had been separated for more than ten years without saying goodbye gradually lost their place in Jiang Mian's heart.

Jiang Mian's high school entrance examination results were not very good, so he could not go to the key county high school near his aunt's home.

There is no accommodation in No. 2 Middle School, so Jiang Mian has to take an hour and a half bus to go home after school every day.

When the weather is hot, you can catch the sunset in the evening. There are rows of cars parked in the parking lot at the school gate.

Mr. Jiang Mian walked out of school with his close friends.

But every time my best friend gets in that black Ford, his father will bring him a bottle of ice-cold Coke. The orange-red glow decorated the black car, but it couldn't shine on Jiang Mian.

Jiang Mian would sometimes look at the car's taillights with envy as it sped away, and then waited at the station for the next bus that didn't know when it would arrive. His heart also became unstable with the violent bumps of the bus. This hour and a half turned out to be longer than class time. Jiang Mian didn't look at his phone. He sat by the window and quietly watched the retrograde street scene.

Later he dropped out of school.

Jiang Mian worked hard to earn money through power training because he didn't want Yaoguang to go such a long way.

Jiang Yaoguang was admitted to the best high school in Rongcheng City, and Jiang Mian rented a house in the old town next to the school.

They moved from their aunt's house together, and her aunt returned the bank card to Jiang Mian.

There was a lot of money in this card, but my aunt didn't spend a penny of it.

He forced her to give her half a million, and then sealed the card in a drawer.

Jiang Mian bought the ninety-square-meter house after making enough money.

"How do you know my mother's name?" Jiang Mian said softly.

Jiang Mian looked at the blush on Yang Kairun's face and couldn't say how good his tone was.

"Are you Jiang Mian?" the old man said doubtfully, and then shook his head in self-denial.

"Impossible. The children of Yu Bai and Qing Wu are currently undergoing closed special training in some game club. How can they appear here as representatives of the world organization?"

"I am Jiang Mian." Jiang Mian's eyes turned cold.

"please tell me."

"What happened to my parents."

Jiang Mian looked at Yang Kairun expressionlessly, as the invisible raging black tide seemed to drown the old man.

Yang Kairun looked horrified.

He strangled his neck, and Jiang Mian's oppression was released in time.

The old man was breathing heavily, but when he looked at Jiang Mian, his eyes were more gentle.

Your children are stronger than you.

Yang Kairun sighed softly. It seemed that the power of the world organization was so powerful that it could even cover up the eyes and ears of the seventh game. The young man in front of him has eyes like Qingwu, his nose is like Qingwu, he looks like Qingwu everywhere, but his temperament follows his father's.

"Your father and mother are both the best agents in the history of the Seventh Bureau." Yang Kairun said slowly.

"Seventeen years ago, they last carried out a pursuit mission in Beicheng...that was October 13, 2009."

Jiang Mian's pupils tightened: "That's not..."

"Yes." Yang Kairun said sadly, "That was the most tragic earthquake in China in a century. Your parents and my students died heroically in this earthquake."

Jiang Mian originally had a lot to say, but he froze in place after hearing those two bright red words.

"What are you talking about..."

"What on earth are you talking about..."

Jiang Mian, who was so powerful that he could take life and death, showed a panicked expression for the first time.

The tips of his eyes were slightly red, and his facial nerves were trembling unnaturally.

They are obviously working abroad or in some special research institute... Although there is no news, although there is no news... But they obviously transfer 20,000 yuan to that card on time every month...

Jiang Mian originally thought that he had downplayed the existence of so-called "parents", but the heavy word "death" suddenly made him breathless. Jiang Mian had complained about them countless times when he was in school, but now he was told that his parents died in the earthquake seventeen years ago.

So what are those hurtful words?

So what does the time that has passed count?

"Sorry, kid." Yang Kairun's vicissitudes of eyebrows were filled with deep guilt.

"Due to the confidentiality of the seventh game, we can only hide all this. The compassionate payment can only be pretended to be paid in the form of 20,000 yuan per month in that card. It stands to reason that your aunt knows that they are soldiers. Although he died in the line of duty, in order to take care of your growth and your parents’ last wishes, I finally chose to hide it.”

"How disgusting." Jiang Mian thought.

"Where are they buried?" Jiang Mian asked in a low voice.

"The Martyrs Cemetery in the capital." Yang Kairun said with self-reproach, "They are buried there as the heroes of China."

"Your mother could have lived, but she lost her life in vain to save my trivial life."

Yang Kairun burst into tears.

"Sorry...child...sorry..."

Jiang Mian's body trembled, like a broken glass.

Yang Kairun has long passed the age of retirement, and has survived time and time again in the hands of the King of Hell.

He wanted to make the life Song Qingwu saved more meaningful.

“The seventh inning still has their relics.”

"Kid, take your things back."

…

When will winter end? There is still fine snow floating in the sky.

People walking on the street were still wearing down jackets, and even Jiang Mian felt a little chilly.

Next to a deserted 24-hour convenience store, Jiang Mian sat on the steps sadly, with a small cardboard box beside him.

He had a strawberry-flavored lollipop in his mouth.

The rich saccharin stimulated Jiang Mian's taste buds, making the haze in his heart dissipate a little.

Jiang Mian originally wanted to smoke a cigarette, but after thinking about it, he decided against it.

He glanced gently at the cardboard box. There were two yellowed ID photos on the thick stack of paper.

They were wearing dark green military uniforms and had serious expressions on their faces.

Song Qingwu and Jiang Yubai did not leave even a single photo.

As the years passed, Jiang Mian had long forgotten what they looked like.

Only now did he realize that Fluctlight and their mother were as beautiful as coming out of the same mold.

"Fluttering light."

Jiang Mian raised his head and looked at the sky.

"I found our parents."