It’s Over! The Major General is Bent!

[I'm obsessed with you crazy. 】

[... how about you? 】

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Snow-white hair fluttered on his forehead, and Noah stood, surrounded by a layer of light blue light. The intangible air flow surging around him, raising his horns, and making the cloak behind him soar.

The blue filaments spread out and penetrated into the soft and tough film, wrapping around the neck of the dark-haired boy immersed in the transparent solution. As if the sleeping dark-haired boy closed his eyes, the slender eyelashes moved in the liquid as the water moved. The blue light silk twined around his neck, submerged in his skin, linking him with Noah's spirit.

It was just that the light silk thread seemed too thin and too fragile, as if the light wind blown it would break.

Noah looked at Mute immersed in a transparent liquid, frowning slightly. At the moment when he noticed that the spiritual fluctuations of the human marshal disappeared, he decisively developed his mental strength and connected with Mute.

If a person's mental power disappears, then that person's subconscious spiritual world will collapse. He must bring Mute's spiritual power out of the human spiritual world before that, otherwise ...

Breathing gently, Noah closed her eyes slowly, the blue light around him lit up, and even the silk thread that stretched out from him and wrapped around Mute's light also lightened. His face was not laid back, his forehead was faintly sweaty, and the hands on his side were clenched into fists, clenching tightly.

He strained all his spirits and had burned his strength to the limit, looking from the side, as if his entire body was burning in the blue flame.

Almost.

He thought, holding his breath. He had already felt the child's mental fluctuations, and he carefully wound his mental strength, wrapped it gently, and slowly brought it out.

His tight eyebrows were slightly relaxed, and the person relaxed a little.

It's okay, and soon he can bring the child back to them ...

Suddenly, Noah trembled violently. The dozens of blue light filaments connecting him and Mute seemed to be overwhelmed in this tremor, but they were all broken.

He opened his eyes sharply, and the snow-white forehead that had been constantly swirling due to the invisible air flow around the body fell down all at once, scattered chaotically in front of the sharply constricted pupil.

Noah stood still with her eyes open, motionless, and her purple pupil stared straight at the dark-haired young boy surrounded by a transparent solution in the instrument in front of her, her eyes filled with incredibleness. The blue flames of his body had disappeared completely, the invisible air flow around him disappeared out of thin air, and the flying cloak fell softly on him.

Noah didn't move, but his clenched fingers trembled uncontrollably. He didn't speak, but he stared at the painful traces of Mute's gaze in the solution.

"Noah!"

Noah's unusual look made the people around him nervous, and Canaan shouted his name subconsciously.

"What's wrong, Noah?"

The white-haired boy didn't answer, he still just silently stared at the mute who was sleeping in the instrument, but his powerful mental power has spread his emotions throughout the space, and everyone felt him at this moment. Unspeakable sorrow.

The pain that was too powerful and infectious to stagnate his chest made all the hearts of Jia who felt his thoughts faint.

At the same time, Canaan, Sarah and others panicked.

"What happened, Noah?"

Sarah fluttered in panic, clutching Noah's arm tightly, she looked up and almost looked at Noah with a begging look.

"You said you would bring Mute back, you said that nothing would happen, you said he would return to us, Noah, Noah—"

She cried Noah's name, almost crying. In her mind, Noah is the most powerful and omnipotent. As long as what Noah has said, she can definitely do it.

Noah said it was okay, Noah said he would bring Mute back.

Sarah kept repeating in her heart, but she clenched her fingers of Noah's arm and shivered uncontrollably.

"Noah ..."

Noah closed her eyes slowly, and the falling eyelashes covered the pain under his eyes.

He didn't answer immediately, just breathing gently, as if he was adjusting his disordered mood by breathing. It was a long time before he spoke softly.

"... Mute cut off my spiritual connection."

"what!"

"how come!"

Canaan's pupils tightened.

"No ... this way ... this way ..."

His words were incoherent, and then he looked up at Noah, showing a determined look.

"Noah, let me do it. Let me try it. Maybe I can--"

Even if he knew that this was very dangerous, even if he knew that his power was not as good as Noah's one or two, even if he knew that this would not only save people, but would probably put himself in, he didn't want to just watch the teenager disappear like this before him He will try it anyway!

When Canaan said this, the others couldn't help it.

"Me, let me come, so can I!"

"I'll try it too--"

"Maybe everyone is together!"

Noah opened her eyes, and her lilac eyes slowly swept over the anxious companions in front of him, with deep sadness under his eyes. The grief in his eyes made Sarah tighten their chests, and for a while they couldn't speak anymore, and could only stare at Noah with a shudder.

No words are needed at this moment, as long as they see Noah's eyes and the thoughts from Noah, what do they understand.

useless.

Noah told his companion with his eyes, and then he turned his head and fixedly looked at the sleeping boy. He could feel the pain in his chest at the moment, which was the pain that he could hardly breathe, which he rarely felt, and the thick and thick feelings accumulated in the bottom of his heart, which made him feel uncomfortable like never before.

He remembered that when he was on the planet of Noah's Ark, for the first time, he felt a more powerful spiritual force than anything penetrated the half universe. It was like an electric shock, intense in his mind. The ground exploded.

He remembered that the first time he met, the child stood on the ground and looked up at him, his bright black eyes like the color of the night sky.

At that time, he could feel that the child's clean and soft mental strength slowly blended with him, and he felt the vast and immense soul that felt extremely warm.

...

At this moment, he looked at the teenager who was immersed in the transparent liquid. The teenager closed his eyes. As the water wave flowed, the slender eyelashes trembled gently in it, as if the eyes would open in the next second.

But Noah knew that those eyes would never open again.

"Noah ..."

There was a cry of Sarah in her ears, and Noah closed her eyes slowly again.

He opened his mouth, saying every word he tried to suppress the unstable atmosphere in his voice.

"There is no chance," he said.

There is only one chance. If you miss it, you can never look back.

Noah sighed silently, remembering the thoughts he felt from Mute at the last moment.

At that moment, Mute cut off the connection between him and him decisively and without hesitation.

Noah said calmly, "He made a choice."

The child eventually left himself, all the companions waiting for him to return, and selfishly chose to stay with that human.

The child who has been working hard to bear his own responsibilities ... After all, he was selfish, and in the end.

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[I'm obsessed with you crazy. 】

[... how about you? 】

He has always had too many things he valued in the youth world.

Those he couldn't give up, he had to guard, and the things he had to carry between him and Troll.

...

The faint beam of light broke in the broken night world. The rift in the darkness closed, and the only escape was gone, with the beam of light.

The boy slowly closed his eyes in the impending world, and embraced him little by little in the darkness.

A little bit of fluorescence surrounded him, illuminating his face, his eyebrows stretched out, calm and serene.

[... how about you? 】

I will choose you.

In the last moment.

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It was a dark world, shrouded in darkness, boundless and endless.

The faint light flickered in the darkness. It was the shimmer of countless fine fluorescent lights.

In the darkness, a sleeping teenager floated in the air. With his eyes closed, his soft hair seemed to melt in the night. He flexed his knees, curled his body, leaned his cheeks on his lap, and the whole man's nest formed a small mass, just like the baby curled up quietly in his mother's warm arms.

No one knows how long the boy stayed here, and no one knows how long he slept. He had been asleep, eyes closed, and fell asleep quietly in the dark.

The hundreds of dots of fluorescent light circulated around him, wafting across the boy's body, traces of traces of faint light.

As long as the boy slept in the dark, the fluorescence surrounded him. They always floated near the youngest, as if unwilling to leave.

...

It's gone.

It seemed as if there was a will to tell them like this.

There were inexplicable hurricanes blowing in the darkness, tearing at the little fluorescence, trying to blow them away, into the boundless darkness.

Fluorescent dots are flashing, like a candlelight in the wind, flashing with difficulty, and they will go out at any time. Their fluttering bodies swayed violently in the hurricane, as if being blown into the darkness in the next second.

They flickered hard, but they always surrounded the sleeping teenager. Even if occasionally blown away by the hurricane, they flickered back and forth and refused to leave.

The wind raised the teenager's forehead, revealing the teenager's forehead. A little bit of fluorescence circled up, and gently touched the teenager's forehead, eye corners, and slender lashes.

The movement of the fluorescent touch seemed to be extremely gentle, and the traces of the fall were like the touch of a light kiss.

The wind was extremely strong, with a violent whistling sound like a knife tearing, and every time it whistled, the fluorescence seemed to tremble painfully, and the luster faded instantly.

But when the hurricane was gone, the countless fluorescent lights quickly resumed their initial light.

In the rumbling wind, they always stubbornly maintained the initial light, never dimmed.

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After a long time.

Year by year.

The dark-haired boy still curled up and slept in the dark, but his figure became a little lighter.

The howling hurricane is still there, sharpening and tearing the little fluorescence around the boy.

But the fluorescence was still there, not dim, and surrounded the boy gently.

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A hundred years, hundreds of years.

The sleeping teenager was left with a shallow shadow, almost transparent.

A little bit of fluorescence passed by the transparent figure, as if the transparent figure was glowing.

As the years passed, the young man's figure disappeared little by little.

Fluorescence is still there, as bright as ever, without any faintness. They stubbornly pass by the disappearing figure, as if they want to touch the last temperature of that body.

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A thousand years, thousands of years.

I do not know when the boy's figure disappeared into the darkness, leaving no trace.

But that little bit of fluorescence is still there.

Disappear.

The will is telling them in the midst.

That child is gone.

You should disappear.

Fluorescence would not answer, they were still quietly floating in the dark, where the figure of the boy disappeared.

Those fluorescences are passing by that place again and again, as if I wanted to feel the icy place, there may still be a little breath left.

Thousands of years, then thousands of years.

Tens of thousands of years, and then tens of thousands of years.

It was an unbelievably long time, a long time that was long enough to wipe everything out.

But the fluorescent dots are on and off.

...

This is meaningless.

... disappear.

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It's already unclear how long it has been, maybe it's a moment, or it's been over billions of years.

For billions of years, that would be a long time for even a planet.

Something is sighing, the long sigh, the sigh sweeping across this crumbling world, the already broken night world is shaking, as if it will collapse in the next second.

But the fluorescence is still there, the fragments of memory are still there.

So this crumbling broken world is still there.

One hundred years, one thousand years, ten thousand years, billions of years, it exists stubbornly and refuses to disappear.

It was another long sigh, and it was unclear where it came from. After that sigh, a sudden hurricane swept through, and the darkness shattered wherever the hurricane went.

The wind roared, extinguishing all the fluorescence in the wind.

Hurricanes are raging and dying, this tenacious world that has been tenaciously collapsed at this moment, everything is shattered and annihilated in this sweeping hurricane--

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Over 20,000 years, young men and men meet.

That may be occasional, or it may be necessary, and some people call it the so-called fate.

The silk thread with an unseen destiny in the midst is implicated in the lives of two people in different time and space, allowing them to meet.

Man exiled by the earth.

Children loved by the earth.

Destroyed humanity on earth.

Gaya guarding the earth.

Extreme opposition.

Water and fire are intolerable.

If beauty is a kind of fate, then cruelty is also the necessity of fate.

If their encounter is a fate, then their ending is already doomed by fate from the moment they meet.

So this is the end.

Fate ends here.

everything is over.

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ended?

Do not.

it's not finished yet.

That is not the end.

—Fate may be cruel, but not without miracles—

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With his knees curled down, the teenager who didn't know how long he slept opened his eyes, and he saw the endless starry sky.

When did he lose consciousness, he had forgotten.

How long has passed, he no longer remembers.

He floated in the universe and looked at the flashing thousands of stars in the dark star sky, as if he could see a flowing galaxy running through the endless star sky.

The teenager turned and his pupils narrowed slightly.

In front of him, in the dark starry sky, a turquoise blue planet surrounded by white clouds slowly turned in the starry sky.

The beautiful blueness was peaceful and quiet in the dark.

Earth.

Mute held out her hand towards the distant blue planet.

He heard a silent call, from the planet that gave birth to his life, let him unconsciously reach out to that planet.

And at the moment when he reached out his hand, a sudden gust of wind came, and his forehead swept in front of him. The wind seemed to pierce his eyes, and he could not help closing his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he stood on the ground.

The turquoise ground is endless, and the green velvet grass spreads, scattered with scattered flowers, and overlooking it, you can see the undulating shadows of distant mountains.

The boy stepped barefoot on the greenery, the soft tender grass gently wrapped his bare feet, the white clouds in the blue sky softly unfolded, and the bright sun fell on the ground.

He stood on the ground, and a gentle breeze swept across his cheek, curling up his black hair, as if he could smell the fresh breath in the breeze.

He stood there, staring blankly at everything around him.

Between heaven and earth, only he was here, standing here alone.

Something seemed to move under his feet, as if something was poking at his feet, itching. Mute stepped back subconsciously and looked down.

His eyes widened slightly, and on the grass he had just stepped on, a tender bud broke through the black dirt arch and unfolded its verdant green leaves piece by piece.

It grew quickly in front of Mute's eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the original tender green stem quickly turned into a strong, dark brown trunk.

Mute stepped back a few steps again, because the originally slender trunk quickly became thick and swelled like a sponge sucking water. From the beginning, it could be held in one hand, and it quickly became impossible for dozens of people. Hug.

The towering giant tree rises from the ground, it is so huge, it stands on the earth, just like the sky. Its dense and huge canopy covers the sky, and the spreading branches and leaves almost cover the land.

The wind swept through, blowing the dense canopy, making it rustle, and letting the countless leaves fall down and scatter the sky.

The boy under the tree looked up, and he stared at the towering tree, which he had already recognized. This was the huge tree in the center of [Paradise], and it was said that his parents had personally died before his death. Planted big tree.

But why is it here ...

The dense canopy was shaking, rustling, as if someone was whispering, as if someone was gently speaking to him. When the wind was blowing, the leaves shook, and somehow fell from them.

Mute looked up, and he saw countless fluorescence falling from the shaking verdant branches and leaves, like a drizzle of light.

He saw the numerous fluorescences flying in the air before his eyes, slowly blending together.

The teenager's pupils trembled violently. He saw the countless dots of fluorescence fused together and slowly formed a figure, a figure that made him extremely familiar.

"Major General ..."

He shouted the title with a trembling voice, and he watched countless tiny spots of light converge on the figure, so that the man whom he thought would never see again appeared in his eyes.

A green leaf fell from the air around the body of the sleeping man, and then disappeared into the air with the figure.

Mute stood there, watching Troll go from appearing to disappearing.

He lifted his head, and the bright sunlight passed through the dense canopy, dropping the dazzling light on his face, and falling into his dark pupils, as if there were water waves in his pupils.

The teenager walked forward and reached the foot of the towering tree, and his outstretched hand pressed gently against the rough brown trunk.

He looked up at the big tree, the crown of the tree was shaking gently, rustling, and the green leaves were falling when the wind passed, and there was such a dangling fluttering from the juvenile's forehead Wiped on.

...... It felt like the touch of an invisible hand gently touching the forehead.

Tears oozed from the corner of Mute, and his face was against the tree. He closed his eyes, and the tears falling from the wet eyelashes soaked into the rough trunk.

Dad ... Mom ...

The dark-haired boy nestled on the big tree, as if nestled in the familiar arms of a long time ago.

The green leaves slumped from him, and the drooping breeze surrounded him, as if there were invisible arms hugging him tenderly.

father……

……mom………………

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The hurricane rolled up, the wind raged, and howled in the night sky. The canopy of the huge giant tree in the middle of the silent [paradise] in the dark night shakes violently, the leaves and leaves tremble and shake, making a rustling noise.

The earth was shaking gently, extremely slightly, as if it were a sigh-like vibration coming from the depths of the earth.

The wind rolled up, thousands of stars were shining in the night sky, twinkling in the wind. When the wind swept through, it was as if the twinkling stars were swept in the wind.

The wind screamed, swept across the lake's jittery surface, gently shaking the ground, and rolled up long water patterns on the lake. It whistled and blew toward the transparent instruments suspended above the lake, and swirled in the air, driving the ripples of the lake below, swirling in the center.

A click, it was the sound of something breaking apart.

The whirlwind was like a sharp blade. After whistling around the instrument, there were numerous cracks in the flexible film, and the cracks extended like traces of the open spider web.

A whirlwind revolved around, a click, the instrument on the lower glass cracked, and the upper film was torn, and the transparent solution like water splashed out from the cobweb-like gap, like a spray of water splashing, all splashing on Water ripples on the lake.

The whirlwind rolled up the lake's water, and the waves set off high on the lake, sprinkled with water from the person in the instrument.

In the dark night, in the splashing water, the wet eyelashes moved slightly in the wind and spread out.

Thousands of stars seemed to fall into those open eyes.

The edge of the pupil iris glowed with blue glimmer, just like an aurora glowing from the arcuate edge of the blue planet's north pole in the dark universe star sky.

Above the narrow phoenix eyes, the wet black hair was blown by the howling wind, and a few water marks slowly flowed down from the white cheeks and penetrated under the neck.

The splashing water droplets splashed into the water in the night sky, the invisible air flow lifted the lake, and Troll, who opened his eyes, turned his head, and the roaring wind and invisible air flowed around him, leaving him suspended in the air.

The moment he turned his head, in the darkness, the ice-blue pupil of the man's dim blue light shrank strongly.

Where he looked, the boy who was supposed to be by his side was not there. The instrument had just been cracked and the flexible film had just been torn, but the teenager who should have been immersed in it had lost sight.

Under the night sky, only Troll was alone.

He hovered in the air, his blue glimmering eyes stared straight at the empty place. The depths of his pupils seemed to have empty traces of snow and wind, and it seemed that the next second would be Suddenly skyrocketed.

A gust of wind screamed, and from far away, countless yellow leaves rolled over Troll.

As if some sound came from the wind.

Troll turned his head sharply, and the countless yellow leaves came over him, whistling past his cheek and side.

The man's narrow Phoenix eyes widened suddenly.

He saw a giant tree standing in the distance in the distance, and the violent wind rolled its leaves and flew past him.

He also saw the young man sitting under the towering tree, leaning against the tree at the foot of the tree, as if sleeping.

The man's figure suddenly disappeared in the night and above the lake. In the next second, Troll appeared under the towering giant tree.

A thick layer of pale yellow leaves covered the ground under the tree, like a pale yellow carpet.

Troll stepped on the yellow leaves on the ground, and he was soaked with water. The whole man was wet, and every time he took a step forward, he left a wet footprint on the yellow leaves carpet.

Mute, who was resting at the foot of a huge tree trunk, slept, tilting her head slightly, and the light black hair was scattered on the falling eyelashes.

Stepping on that thick layer of pale yellow leaves, Troll approached the sleeping teenager step by step. Wet clothes clung to his body, wet lacquered black hair clinging tightly to his white cheeks. As he walked forward, water droplets continued to drip from him and land on the fallen leaves on the ground.

Troll's steps were light, like a teenager afraid to wake up to sleep under a tree.

When he came to the foot of the tree and to Mute, he stopped.

The man flexed his knees and landed slowly on one knee.

He knelt on one knee in front of the sleeping teenager and stretched out his hand, his hand was also wet, and when he extended his hand, water droplets dripped from his fingers.

Troll looked at Mute right in front of his eyes. The edge of his pupil iris glowed with a faint blue light, which seemed to melt with the blue and black of his pupil, making his eyes look like flowing Blue gem.

He knelt on one knee, dripping with wet black hair gathered in the corner of his eye, and then slid down his chin along his cheek. At first glance, it looked like a water mark seeping from the corner of his eye.

He stared at the boy in front of him, his eyes were a bottomless abyss.

He stretched out his fingers as if afraid to scare the other person, reaching him at a very slow speed.

A drop of water dripped from the man's chin on the yellow leaves on the ground.

The moment the man's fingertips touched the young man's cheek, the sleeping young man suddenly moved like a glowing eyelash, like a butterfly's lightly fluttering wings, and poked slightly deep in the heart of the man. Let his heart tremble violently.

His fingers, which were about to touch each other's cheek, were stiff in the air.

Mute opened her eyes and met Troll.

The bright eyes were starlight, glowing with water, like dark pearls immersed in spring water under the night sky. This moment clearly reflected the shadow of Troll near him.

"……too slow."

The waking teenager said that he spoke with a nasal tone that he tried to suppress.

In that voice, there was a bit of grievance, a bit of forbearance, and it seemed a little crying, with a little coquettishness.

"I waited for a long time."

From early morning until late at night, he sat here waiting for him to wake up, waiting for a long time.

Troll didn't answer, and his hand stopped in the air moved again, holding Mute's hand, his eyes staring at Mute's eyes quietly.

He said, "I remember."

[Major General ... No, Troll, you must remember. 】

Troll kneeled on the pale yellow leaves on one knee, holding the hand of the teenager sitting at the foot of the tree.

The breeze was passing, the leaves of the towering tree were shaking with rustling sounds, and the fallen leaves were rolled up by the wind, whistling past the two people at the foot of the tree.

Among the numerous fallen leaves passing by, Troll lowered his head, wet eyelashes dropped, and water droplets rolled from his hair ends to the corners of his eyes, and then fell from the corners of his eyes.

He lowered his head and kissed the hand that he was holding tightly in his palm.

"I remember that."

He says.

The stars of the universe, thousands of stars, are better than the moment when the blue eyes flashed with the most gentle and delicate luster.

"I'm your favorite person."

You said, I am your favorite person.

I remember that.

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The night was silent, only the rustling sound of the leaves shaking when the wind passed, leaves falling, and the lake in the distance was wrinkled by the wind.

Mute stretched out his hand, pinching his fingers against the wet black hair of Troll's forehead, and the drops of water dripping from the ends of his hair fell between his fingers. The man's dark hair was sticking wet to the snow-white skin, and water droplets continued to flow down the forehead, converging on the corners of the eyes of the narrow and narrow eyes, and flowing down from the corners of the cheeks.

It's hard to tell if the one that slipped from the corner of the man's eyes was a water mark ... or something else.

Mute leaned over and kissed the corner of Troll's eyes.

A little water mark penetrated into his lips.

It was supposed to be a colorless and odorless water drop, soaked in the tip of his tongue, but tasted a little bitter bitterness.

The boy didn't snor. He tilted his head slightly, and stretched out his hands around the man's neck, his ears rubbed, his hair was tangled, and his skin touched.

He nestled in the man's arms, put his lips in the man's ears, and shouted softly.

"Major general."

"…………Ok."

It was the call that never changed from the beginning, to the end.

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The author has something to say:

[Ended at the end of 2017]

In 2017, I finished this article.

Congratulations, Major General, who passed the final test of her mother-in-law to win her lover.

Happy New Year's Eve.