Star Rank Hunter

Xilin took an isolation suit from the medical staff, put it on, and walked into the intensive care unit.

After entering, Xilin found that only one pair of Enji's three hands remained. Originally, Enji was thin, but now it feels like there is only a skeleton supporting it.

The medical staff told Xilin just now that Enji's injury was too serious, coupled with Enji's genetic level, I'm afraid it won't last long, even if it is dragged like this with equipment, it will only last for two days at most. Most importantly, Eun Ji has no intention of surviving.

Xilin walked up to Enji and sat down, and leaned closer to listen carefully to what Enji had to say. Enji was having difficulty breathing now, and it took a lot of effort to say a word, but although Enji spoke very slowly, his voice was not Large, but very clear pronunciation.

"Di... diary... bring... here..."

"I'll get it now!"

Xilin got up and ran out quickly. Of course Xilin knew which diary Enji was talking about, and he brought the diary of Chamunidin to Enji before long.

"the last page……"

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

Enji looked in one direction. There was a cabinet outside the intensive care unit, on which were placed some items that the patient brought with him when he was sent in. Among them was Engie's little toolbox.

Xilin brought the toolbox over, and the medical staff wanted to sterilize the box, but Enji waved his hand, "No need!"

When Xilin brought the box closer, Enji raised his hand and held it tightly, touched the box lightly, opened it, and swiped his finger on the side of a small box inside. After unlocking, Enji put a handful of boxes inside Take out the key. That was the key to Enji's workshop. On the starship, very few people used the key without a combination lock.

Enji handed the key to Xilin and put it in Xilin's palm. Enji was worried about the things in the workshop for others. Enji felt that only Xilin would understand the preciousness of the things inside.

Eunji is now having difficulty breathing due to the removal of the instrument on his head. Xilin wanted to put the instrument on him again, but Enji refused, "Bring these things...you won't be able to hear."

Enji breathed a sigh of relief, pointed to the notebook, and said to Xilin: "I remember that you are from the x star district, can you speak the language of the x star district?"

Xilin nodded.

There was a smile in Enji's eyes, "It's been a long time since I've heard the language of star district X, please read the poem behind the notes for me in the language of the star district X."

Enji spoke these words calmly, and Xilin felt that Enji was speaking with his last strength, but his eyes were bright, as if he saw the distant starlight.

Chamunidin was originally from the X sector, and his dream was to become a free poet. Later, Chamunidin's hometown was affected by the war, and he met Nata, the captain of the third squadron at the time, and was taken to the No. Three squadrons, become members of the third team. Even in the Third Squadron, Chamunidin often wrote poems, and 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-region language.

However, those people died in the incident that year, and Enji was transferred to the sixth team before that, so he avoided that disaster, but, if Enji had a choice, he would rather be with those people. Become dust in the universe together.

Enji's current age, judging by 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 notes, looked at the poem on the last page, and read slowly.

"From heaven or near heaven,

With hearty music,

The unpolished art pours out your heart. …

up, and higher up,

From the ground you leap up,

like a light cloud of fire,

Through the blue heart of heaven,

Forever singing and flying, flying and singing.

the sun below the horizon,

radiating golden lightning,

In the clear sky, the clouds are steaming,

You fly in the sun,

It seems that disembodied joy begins a swift expedition.

pale purple dawn

Dissolving around your voyage,

like the stars in the sky,

Although invisible,

But I can hear your joyful forte--

That piercing sound,

Swords like silver stars,

its mighty lamp,

dim in the morning light,

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

..."

It is a very standard language of star region X, and the medical staff don’t understand it. They are not from star region X. To sail in the galaxy, they only need to understand the language of the Star Alliance, and they used to think that apart from their native language and the language of the Star Alliance, Besides, other languages ​​are difficult and awkward, but now listening to Xilin's voice, there is a strange feeling. Like a gust of wind, blowing across the sandy ground, rolling up the dust, straight to the blue sky.

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

Enji's gene level is not high, and the average gene level of the Ottopu people is c-level, but, probably due to exposure to too much radiation, Enji's gene level is only d-level, and compared to the normal Ottopu people The robust, Eun-ji is pitifully skinny. The happiest day of Enji's life was when he was taken by Chamunidin to sail in the galaxy.

It turned out that it had been almost fifty years before I knew it...

"...

As if in the desolate night,

Behind a lone cloud,

The bright moon shoots out light, and the clear brilliance fills the universe..."

After reading the poem, Xilin closed the notebook, looked at Enji who closed his eyes and smiled at the corners of his mouth, and bowed in salute.

"farewell."

The heartbeat displayed on the instrument has stopped.

Xilin walked out of Enji's ward, and Badao stood outside the ward for an unknown how long.

Badao felt that he could not understand Xilin. When he came to this floor from Xilin, whether he saw Yudi and Beaver in the intensive care unit, or Dias who was out of danger but lost an arm, or just now The dead Enji and Xilin were terribly calm. What is this person really thinking?

Badao doesn't think Xilin doesn't care about their life or death, but compared to Kari and Xiaoshang, Xilin's calmness is creepy, and there is no emotion on his face, but looking at those eyes, Badao has a feeling that he can't help it. Resist the urge to retreat. Ba Dao remembered what his predecessors said: there is a kind of person, when their emotions reach an extreme, they are the same as usual, if you meet this kind of person, don't provoke them, otherwise you will die Know.

"Xilin..." Ba Dao wanted to say something, but after saying two words, he couldn't say anything.

"How about Udi and Beaver?" Xilin asked. The voice was so calm that no emotion could be heard.

"The medical staff said that they are getting better, as long as they get through these two days, it is entirely up to them, the medicine may have side effects, and it is not a last resort, so everyone dare not use it indiscriminately."

Cillin nodded, and walked over to look outside Youdi's ward. The dough was stuck to the baffle, and it looked like he hadn't eaten for a few days.

After looking at the situation, Xilin walked out.

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Explanation: The poems in this article are excerpted from Shelley's "To the Skylark".

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