Zhang Wei's funeral was held on the third day.

There were many people attending the funeral, but most of them were elderly people. Yang Jian seemed so out of place among the crowd.

Zhang Wei's son Zhang Wenwen cried very sadly. Many people came to comfort him, but most of them were young people.

"I didn't expect Ah Wei to be gone too. He has always been in good health. Did he think he could live for a long time? I saw him walking around the community with a cane a while ago."

"Alas, the community will be less lively without Ah Wei."

"The community is about to be demolished, and we old guys don't know if we can see each other again in the future."

The old people gathered together to chat and express their own emotions.

At Zhang Wei's funeral, Yang Jian saw an acquaintance.

He was also an old man, he looked about eighty years old, and had a gentle temperament, but he seemed not in good spirits and felt a little sick.

The old man seemed to have seen Yang Jian. She was a little surprised at first and seemed to wonder if she had seen it wrong. Then she walked towards this side anxiously with the support of a young man.

"You, you are Yang Jian?"

The old man was a little nervous and tried to ask.

"It's me, Miao Xiaoshan. I didn't expect to see you again at Zhang Wei's funeral." Yang Jian nodded calmly.

The old man burst into tears when she heard the familiar voice. She grabbed Yang Jian's arm and said, "Why did you come back now? Why did you come back now?"

She kept repeating this sentence, with mixed feelings in her heart.

"In that cruel era, many things were not up to us to choose, weren't we?" Yang Jian explained.

"How long have you been back? Why didn't you come to me? I've been waiting for you to come back." Miao Xiaoshan said while looking at Yang Jian with tears in his eyes.

Yang Jian said: "I just woke up a few days ago. I originally planned to go see you, but something happened and I was delayed. How have you been over the years?"

"It's not bad. I don't have to worry about food and clothing. I don't have to worry about food and drink. I'm just not happy." Miao Xiaoshan lowered her eyes and she couldn't help wiping her tears.

Yang Jian looked at Zhang Wei's portrait not far away: "Zhang Wei, too, was not very happy."

"If you hadn't left, maybe everything would have been different." Miao Xiaoshan said.

"If I don't leave, everyone will have no future." Yang Jian sighed softly: "My choice at that time was not wrong. If I didn't block the supernatural era, I don't know how many people would die in this world, and that despair Compared with the previous era, this is already the best result.”

"But you came back too late. It would be great if you came back twenty years earlier. You have to come back now."

Miao Xiaoshan, who had always been gentle, was very angry at the moment. She slapped Yang Jian with her weak and old palms, as if she wanted to vent her unhappiness over the years.

"Grandma, you have a bad heart. The doctor said you can't be emotional."

At this time, the young man on the side hurriedly stepped forward and helped Miao Xiaoshan to keep her calm.

Yang Jian glanced at the young man calmly, and then said, "Don't worry, she's fine."

The young man looked at Yang Jian in surprise. He didn't know what kind of story there was between his grandma and this man. He only knew that his grandma had been waiting for a man named Yang Jian to appear all his life.

Is this him? But why so young?

The young man took a few glances and couldn't see anything special about Yang Jian.

"Jiang Yan made a suggestion to me before, asking me to give each of you a chance. If you are willing, I can let you go back to your youth and live a new life." Yang Jian said.

Miao Xiaoshan stopped her hand at this moment, and said with tears in her eyes: "But Awei refused, right?"

"Yes." Yang Jian said.

"Of course, our life is over, what can we do when we are young again? Our parents, relatives, and friends have all passed away. There is nothing to care about in this world. Even Awei is relieved. I am What can’t you let go of?”

After Miao Xiaoshan finished speaking, he looked at Yang Jian again: "The only thing I care about is that I want to see you again. Now this wish is fulfilled, even if I die one day, I will be satisfied."

"I feel relieved if you think so." Yang Jian said.

"We have already lived a life, even if this life is not perfect, it will eventually pass away, but what about you?" Miao Xiaoshan's eyes flashed with tears: "How will you spend your life? You will have no family in the future. If you lose your friends, no one will know you, and you won’t die.”

As she spoke, she touched Yang Jian's cold, heartless chest again: "What is trapped in your body that is comparable to a god is a miserable soul."

"You can save the world, but you can't save yourself. The one who really needs those sixty years is not us, but you."

"Because we did not lose you during these sixty years, but you completely lost us."

"You are obviously so pitiful and in so much pain, but I can't do anything. I can't help you."

"Yang Jian, I'm sorry."

Miao Xiaoshan said with tears, because she couldn't imagine how cruel it would be to leave Yang Jian alone in this world when all her generation had passed away.

"Some things always have to be done by someone, and someone has to shoulder the responsibility in this cruel era." Yang Jian's expression was still calm: "It was not fate that chose me, but I chose fate."

"Yes, sixty years ago you could ignore the supernatural resurrection at all and live very well with your abilities. That era may have been hopeless, but your life must have been perfect. But why you? Why was it you in the end? After resisting all this, there are obviously so many top people." Miao Xiaoshan showed a complicated expression.

Yang Jian said: "Because I want to protect everyone around me."

"I know, I know, you have always been like this." Miao Xiaoshan murmured, and then his old palm slowly left the cold chest: "If one day you can't hold it anymore, go back , go back sixty years ago, go back to No. 7 Middle School, go back to that night self-study."

"We are all waiting for you at school."

Yang Jian didn't speak, just silent.

"I'm leaving." Miao Xiaoshan looked up at Yang Jian again, as if he wanted to imprint this face in his mind forever.

"Where to go?" Yang Jian asked.

Miao Xiaoshan shook his head: "It's not important."

"I understand, do you need me to give you a last minute gift?" Yang Jian asked again.

"No, don't come." Miao Xiaoshan said with tears, "I'm afraid I can't help but continue walking with you."

"Then you have a good journey and remember to be happy." Yang Jian reached out and touched the old face, just like when he was young,

Miao Xiaoshan shed tears without saying a word, then turned and left with the help of the young man next to him.

This funeral not only buried Zhang Wei, but also buried her past.

Yang Jian watched Miao Xiaoshan leave.

He knew that this departure would mean goodbye forever.

After Miao Xiaoshan's figure completely disappeared from sight, the funeral ended.

Yang Jian then turned and left alone.

He walked on the strange yet familiar road in the community and returned home unknowingly.

The lights at home are still bright, but the building is old and slightly different from what I remember.

Yang Jian saw Jiang Yan and Liu Xiaoyu busy at home. They were cleaning the old house and clearing away many unused things.

"Yang Jian, you are finally back. Where have you been? The house is so dirty. Liu Xiaoyu and I have been cleaning it for a whole day and still haven't finished it." Jiang Yan smiled immediately when she saw Yang Jian, and she immediately greeted him When I went up, I felt particularly happy.

Yang Jian couldn't help but feel a little dazed when he saw the young Jiang Yan.

It seems like it was still sixty years ago and he just slept for a day.

At that time, Miao Xiaoshan was still studying, Zhang Wei was still playing in the company, and his mother was still growing vegetables in the yard. Even Zhang Liqin did not die, but was just dressing up in the room.

"I went to Zhang Wei's funeral." Yang Jian said after coming back to his senses.

"What? Is Zhang Wei dead?" Jiang Yan was surprised, because in her current understanding, Zhang Wei was still very young.

"Sixty years have passed, and Zhang Wei is no longer young." Liu Xiaoyu said, "You have no memory, so you should have common sense."

Only then did Jiang Yan realize that she was not living in the past, but sixty years later, and many things had changed.

"Yang Jian, are you okay?" Liu Xiaoyu said.

"It's okay." Yang Jian shook his head: "Zhang Wei refuses to continue living. For him, his whole life has passed."

"Yes, their lives are over." Jiang Yan sighed and said, "If they want to live, you can completely turn them back to their youth."

Yang Jian looked at the house: "This house is so old that there is no need to clean it. I will take you out of here tomorrow."

"Then will we come back?" Jiang Yan said with some reluctance.

She has been here a long time, and this is her home.

"Yes, I will let people rebuild Guanjiang Community. When the reconstruction is completed, we will come back." Yang Jian said.

"good."

Jiang Yan nodded, and then said: "It's a pity. It would be great if Sister Qin is still here. She cooks delicious food. Why don't you give her a chance too."

"It took too long for her to pass away." Yang Jian said, "But if I have a chance, I can go and talk to her."

"That's good." Jiang Yan smiled.

In this strange era, she also longs for more acquaintances around her.

Being alone is so lonely. If you can be with some familiar people, then you won't be so lonely.

On the second day.

Yang Jian was about to leave Guanjiang Community.

He has no reason to stay here now. This dilapidated community will soon disappear with the passing of those old people.

But before leaving, he had something to do.

"You guys wait for me at the door. I'll go in and have a few words with Wang Shanshan." Yang Jian came to the small temple.

"good."

Jiang Yan and Liu Xiaoyu nodded, and they were waiting at the door with their suitcases.

"Yang Jian." Suddenly, Liu Xiaoyu spoke at this time: "If Wang Shanshan is willing, come with us. She has stayed here all her life and should see the outside world."

"I know." Yang Jian walked straight into the small temple without looking back.

Inside the temple.

Wang Shanshan was still wearing the white dress as before, and she was wiping the golden statue at the moment.

Although the statue was lifted up again, it had deformed and could not return to its previous appearance.

"You didn't come to yesterday's funeral." Yang Jian said.

Wang Shanshan did not stop, she was still wiping the blood on the statue. She said: "Awei is already dead, what will happen if I go? He and I have lived in this community for sixty years, and that last scene is not missing. .”

"What are your plans for the future?" Yang Jian asked.

Wang Shanshan was stunned for a moment.

Yes, what else can you do in the future?

She sent away her parents Wang Bin and Wang Haiyan very early, and now Ah Wei is also dead, and there are not many acquaintances left in this community.

"I have stayed here because I have a thought here. If I leave here, I have nowhere to go." Wang Shanshan continued to wipe the statue.

"You can come with me and take you to see the new future." Yang Jian said.

Wang Shanshan turned around now with a very cold expression: "Actually, I have been thinking about a problem these days."

"What's the problem?" Yang Jian asked slightly curiously.

"Are you Yang Jian?" Wang Shanshan's cold face showed a bit of suspicion.

Yang Jian's expression changed slightly and he said: "Why do you have such an idea? Do you think I am fake and a fierce ghost?"

"You didn't show up when I called Yang Jian that day, and you also said that human skin can't tell lies. Do you still remember what the first sentence was when the human skin was in your hand?" Wang Shanshan said calmly. said.

Yang Jian immediately said: "Of course I remember. The first sentence on the human skin paper is: My name is Yang Jian. When you see this sentence, I am already dead."

"But that's not important. Supernatural powers are always full of uncertainty. You can't deny my existence just because of a name or a sentence from the human skin. Maybe this is also a trap planted by the human skin."

"It's not important to others, but it's very important to me. I've been waiting for an answer all my life. No matter what the result is, I hope the answer is true, not false." Wang Shanshan said: "Actually, I There is the simplest and most direct way to find out whether you are Yang Jian, do you want to give it a try?"

Yang Jian frowned slightly: "What method?"

Wang Shanshan washed the rag in her hand, and then continued to wipe the golden statue. She said, "If I asked you to kill me, would you do it?"

"Why do you say that?" Yang Jian looked at her and asked.

A smile appeared on Wang Shanshan's fair face at this moment: "If it were Yang Jian, he would definitely not take action, right?"

"Of course, I won't kill you." Yang Jian said seriously.

"I believe what you said." Wang Shanshan nodded slightly: "Of course it is impossible for Yang Jian to kill me, but if it is a ghost boy, that is not necessarily the case. It will obey my orders, even if it means letting it kill me. "

"So you think I am a ghost boy, not Yang Jian?" Yang Jian asked.

Wang Shanshan put down the rag in her hand. She looked at the cleaned golden statue in front of her, then turned around and said: "I feel a familiar breath on your body. Don't forget, I stayed with the ghost boy." For the longest time, I will never forget that kind of smell in my life.”

"If you are not Yang Jian, then I must die, because a perfect god cannot leave any flaws. This is Yang Jian's lifelong hard work, and there cannot be flaws because of my existence."

"If you are really Yang Jian, please forgive me for this temptation of distrust."

"Don't do this, test me with your own life. This will be cruel to both you and me." Yang Jian warned very sincerely.

Wang Shanshan ignored Yang Jian's advice, but walked over with a smile, and finally stopped in front of him.

"Tell me what your real name is now."

"The name that reporter He Feng got from Liu Xiaoyu is Yang Jian." Yang Jian said.

Wang Shanshan looked at him deeply and said: "Yang Jian, if I die, please fulfill Yang Jian's dream, become a perfect god in this world, and completely end this supernatural era."

"But now, I hope you will kill me and bury my body under this small temple together with the golden statue."

Seven minutes later.

Yang Jian walked out of the small temple alone.

Liu Xiaoyu and Jiang Yan have been waiting at the door for a long time.

"Yang Jian, where is Wang Shanshan? Does she agree to go with us?" Jiang Yan asked.

"She wants to stay here." Yang Jian did not stop, but continued to walk forward.

The two hurriedly followed.

"Yang Jian, what are we going to do after we leave here?" Liu Xiaoyu asked.

Yang Jian stopped for a moment, then looked back and said, "Go and completely end the supernatural era."

The figures of the three people gradually moved away, until golden light flashed by, and their figures disappeared again.

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