star hunter

Chapter 110 There is a kind of person

Xilin took an isolation gown handed over by the medical staff, put it on, and walked into the intensive care unit.

After coming in, Xilin discovered that only one pair of Enji's three hands was left. Enji was originally thin, and now it feels like he is only supported by his bones.

Just now, the medical staff told Xilin that Enji was too seriously injured, and coupled with Enji's genetic level problem, he might not be able to last long. Even if he was dragged like this with instruments, it would only last two days at most. The most important thing is that Enji

There is no intention to survive.

Xilin walked to Enji and sat down. He leaned closer and listened carefully to what Enji had to say. Enji was breathing hard now, and it took a lot of effort to speak every word. However, although Enji spoke very slowly, his voice was not smooth.

Big, but the pronunciation is very clear.

"Diary... bring... here..."

"I'll get it right now!"

Xilin stood up and ran out quickly. Of course Xilin knew which diary Enji was talking about, and soon he brought the diary of Chamunidin in front of Enji.

"the last page……"

Xilin turned the diary to the last page. Although there were many blank spaces in the middle of the notebook, there was words on the last page, which was a poem.

Enji looked in one direction. There was a cabinet outside the intensive care unit, which contained some items that the patient brought with him when he was brought in. Among them was Enji's small toolbox.

Xilin brought the tool box over. The medical staff wanted to disinfect the box, but Enji waved his hand, "No!"

When Xilin brought the box closer, Enji raised his hand and grabbed it tightly. He touched the box lightly, opened it, and swiped his finger on a small grid inside. After unlocking it, Enji took out a handful of the box inside.

Take out the key. It's the key to Enji's workshop. On a starship, few people use keys instead of combination locks.

Enji handed the key to Xilin and put it in Xilin's palm. Enji was not trustworthy about the things in the workshop. Enji felt that only Xilin would understand the preciousness of the things in there.

Since the instrument on his head was removed, Enji now has difficulty breathing. Xilin wanted to put the instrument on him again, but Enji refused, "If you put these things on... you won't be able to hear."

Enji took a breath, pointed at the notebook, and said to Xilin: "I remember that you are from the x-star region. Do you know the regional language of the x-star region?"

Xilin nodded.

There was a smile in Enji's eyes, "I haven't heard the language of the x-sector for a long time. Please read the poem at the back of the note for me in the language of the x-sector."

Enji spoke calmly, and Xilin felt that Enji was using his last strength to speak, but his eyes were bright, as if he could see distant stars.

Chamunidin was originally from the

Third Squadron and became a member of the Third Squadron. Even in the Third Squadron, Chamunidin still often wrote poems. There were more or less poems in every notebook and diary.

At that time, Enji and some people from the third team listened to Chamunidin read poetry in his standard X-sector language.

However, those people all died in the incident that year. Enji had been transferred to the sixth team before that, so he avoided the disaster. However, if Enji was given a choice, he would rather fight with those people.

Together they become dust in the universe.

Enji's current age, judging from the age of the Otop people, is only one-third of the average age, but Enji is already satisfied.

Xilin sat beside Enji's hospital bed, opened the notebook, looked at the poem on the last page, and read it slowly.

“From heaven or the neighborhood of heaven,

With hearty music,

The art of pouring out your heart is the unvarnished art.

Up, then fly higher,

You jump up from the ground,

Like a light cloud of fire,

Through the blue sky,

Always sing and fly, fly and sing.

sun below the horizon,

Emitting golden lightning,

In the clear sky, the clouds are steaming,

You fly in the sunshine,

The seemingly incorporeal joy has begun its rapid journey.

pale purple dawn

Dissolve around your voyage,

Like stars in the day sky,

Although invisible,

But I can hear your strong and joyful voice clearly——

That sharp music,

A sharp sword like silver starlight,

Its strong light,

dim in the morning light,

Until it is difficult to distinguish, but you can feel that it is in space.

…”

The medical staff do not understand the very standard language of the X-sector. They are not from the

Besides, other languages ​​are difficult and awkward, but now listening to Xilin's voice, there is an unusual feeling. It's like a breeze blowing through the sandy ground, picking up dust, and heading towards the blue sky.

The light in Enji's eyes was very soft, as if he was seeing an old friend from many years ago.

Enji's genetic level is not high. The average genetic level of the Otopians is C level. However, perhaps due to exposure to too many rays, Enji's genetic level is only D level, and compared to the average Otopians

Although he was strong and strong, Enji was pitifully thin. The happiest days of Enji's life were when he was taken by Chamunidin to sail around the galaxy.

It turns out that it has been almost fifty years before I knew it...

"...

As if in the desolate night,

Behind a lonely cloud,

The bright moon shoots out its light, filling the universe with its clear brilliance..."

After reading the poem, Xilin closed the notebook, looked at Enji who had closed his eyes and still had a smile on his lips, and bowed.

"farewell."

The heartbeat shown on the instrument has stopped.

Xilin walked out of Enji's ward, and Batao stood outside the ward for who knows how long.

Ba Dao felt that he could not understand Xilin. When he came to this level from Xilin, whether he saw Yudi, Beaver and others in the custodial unit, or Dias who was out of danger but lost an arm, or whether he had just seen

After the death of Enji and Xilin, both were terrifyingly calm. What was this man’s true thoughts in his heart?

Badao didn't think that Xilin didn't care about their life or death, but compared to Kali and Xiaoshang, Xilin's calmness was creepy. There was no emotion on his face, but when he looked at those eyes, Badao had an unbearable feeling.

Resisting the urge to retreat, Badao remembered what his predecessors had said: There is a kind of person who, when their emotions reach an extreme, is no different from usual. If you meet such a person, don't provoke him, otherwise

I don’t know how he died.

"Xilin..." Badao wanted to say something, but after saying two words, nothing came out.

"How are Yudi and Beaver doing?" Xilin asked. His voice was so calm that no emotion could be heard.

"The medical staff said that things are getting better. They just need to survive these two days. It's entirely up to them. The medicine may have side effects. We don't dare to use medicine indiscriminately unless it is absolutely necessary."

Xilin nodded, walked over and took a look outside Yudi's and his team's custody room. The dough was stuck to the fender, and it looked like he hadn't eaten anything for several days.

After looking at the situation, Xilin walked outside.

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Explanation: The poem in this article is excerpted from Shelley's "To a Skylark".

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