: Finale (1): Forgotten

(The ending is long and will be divided into three chapters)
New era 50 years.
The thriving evening city has rolling hills. The forest is beautiful, and the hope is deep and beautiful. The warm spring breeze blows across the cheek and sends a scent of flowers. The flowers are very dazzling and dotted with green leaves In China, it is like the stars.
In Mountain View Park, a group of elementary school students were outing. The children sang loudly and laughed, some sat on the stalls to eat snacks, some climbed up and down on stone tables, and some were chasing in the forest leaves.
In the afternoon, near dusk, the sunshine on the spring day was still gentle, shining on the mountain stream. Suddenly, the stream was touched by the tender laughter and looked away. A group of children had already come here, the wind blowing on the cheeks became particularly gentle, the green leaves dragged the delicate flowers and flowers of the bath drops, and gently shook them, revealing them shyly. Smiley.
"Fat, Erming, come on! Wash your hands together ~"
"Huh ... huh ... I can't run anymore, I want to drink saliva."
"Nono, be careful, don't fall down!"
Under the leadership of Nono, the children ran to the creek, picked up a puddle of water and splashed on their faces, making a comfortable sound. A few naughty children even started a water battle with a sharp smile.
Just as the children were having fun, Lin showed a ghostly figure. With the rapid sound of breathing, a gray-faced old man got out, pushing a wheelchair in his hand, and another old man was sitting on the wheelchair.
The old man in the cart was sweating, and the old wrinkles on his face were so deep that no big sweat beads infiltrated into it. He pushed the wheelchair to the river, and the whole person was paralyzed on the ground, from the stream. I took two sips of water and drank, then said pantingly: "Mo ... Mo Qian ... escaped here ... They should ... can't find us ..."
The old man on the wheelchair was stunned, his skin was dull as bark, and he was covered with black old spots. His eyes were dull, his eyes were scattered, and his eyes were hardly glamorous. He just muttered in a low voice, "When will I come back?"
Ye Zixiao patted Mo Qian's leg and said, "It's coming soon, and we'll be back soon."
The children noticed the two old men, and Nono ran over and looked at them curiously: "Grandpa, how do your friends look at silly fufu."
Ye Zixiao found a child next to him. He glanced at Mo Qian and said with a big grin, "Don't worry about him, an old guy over 100 years old, dementia, I don't even know him."
Nono asked, "Are you asking for food?"
"What? Meal? Do you think everyone is the same as this dementia!" Ye Zixiao stretched out his dry fingers and gestured in the air, grinning from time to time, revealing that his teeth were missing and his withered gums, "Lao Tzu Generals at war! "
The fleshy chubby came over and said sighingly, "General? I don't believe, the generals are terrific. How can you be like this?"
Ye Zixiao was anxious, rolled his sleeves to reveal only a few skinny, elbows-like elbows, and said, "Let's try and compare!"
Chubby rolled up his sleeves and came over: "Huh! Bibi!"
After the wrench wrist started, both sides were fangs and grinned, and there were resounding cheers from the children.
"Chubby! Come on!"
"Energize! He's blushed!"
"Quickly win! One last point !!! Come on !!! Oh !!!! Win !!!!"
With the chubby violent force, Ye Zixiao was pulled down, he grabbed his bald head and tried to justify: "I didn't eat today! Otherwise I can lose to you a hairy boy? In the past, I was General Luocha When you killed the Cross Church, your parents were not born yet! "
"General Rakshasa?" The children looked at each other and asked in confusion, "What is General Rakshasa?"
Ye Zixiao looked at the children with disdainful eyes: "Even Lao Tzu's name has not been heard? How did you learn history? I ask you, do you know Bytans?"
The children said in unison: "Know!"
Nono also added: "The Pope of the Church of the Cross used the iron fist to instigate internal heretical forces to promote 3 religious reforms and complete the de-polarization! He is amazing ~"
Ye Zi Xiao smiled, waved his hand, and said disdainfully, "Great shit! At the contest, he singled out with me. I slapped him with Venus and slap in the palm of his hand, and let him kneel on the ground and carry him back 100 times Blood Empire Core Values. "
"Wow! Really ?!" Nono opened her eyes and looked at Ye Zixiao admiringly, and asked cheerfully, "Where is he now?"
"I was ill last week. When I heard that he was lying in bed before his death, his mouth didn't stop there." Ye Zixiao thought for a while, and said sternly, "I guess I got a pig Blasted. "
"This way ..." Nono whispered thoughtfully, whispered to his companion, "Look, I'm right, he always learns pig calling on TV, it must be a pig."
At this moment, Mo Qian asked confused: "When will He come back?"
Ye Zixiao took Mo Qian's hand and comforted him, "It's coming soon, and we'll be back in two days."
Nono heard and pointed at Mo Qian and asked, "Yes, who is he? What are you doing here?"
"You don't even know him? This is the former Marshal!" Ye Zixiao seemed to have thought of something irritating, patted his thigh angrily, and cursed and said grinningly, "Thinking back then, my Grand Marshal Mo Qian cleaned up Liuhe , Swept across eight wastelands, the whole family is full of love, the Quartet Yangde! As a result, guess what? After a few years of fighting, when we slept at night, the door of the house was suddenly surrounded by the army, and the good thing the current Marshal did! He took me He and Mo Qian were sent to the nursing home, saying that they are heroes of gratitude. Let ’s enjoy the old age, and the level is decades! The first generation of these dog days is not related to what they do. Kaka cut it all! But it's okay, where can we be held? This is not an escape? At that time, when we engaged in the Jiangnan Great Transfer and broke through in the sea of ​​corpses, these dog thieves didn't know where to play mud. Then! "
After listening to Ye Zixiao's words, a child backed down and said, "I'm leaving first, my mother won't let me play with fools."
Erming also pushed his glasses and secretly said in Nono's ear: "Let's go report to the teacher and say there is an idiot running out of a lunatic asylum."
"Oh." Ye Zixiao sneered, his eyes became deep and vicissitudes, and his voice was as deep as the sea. "I have experienced things that you children cannot imagine. I have witnessed the undead banner burning on the Chang'an city wall. The seal of God shining through the holy city, all these past will eventually be drowned in the flood of time, like tears disappearing into the rain. "
Nono: "Isn't this a line from Blade Runner?"
Erming: "Blade Runner is a must-see video for elementary school students now. Why does Grandpa memorize the lines in it?"
Nono: "Maybe in the eyes of Grandpa, it's cool to see Blade Runner."
Erming: "Well ... what's cool, I don't think Huluwa looks good. Grandpa is awkward."
Fatty: "Grandpa is awkward."
Nono: "Grandpa is awkward."
Ye Zi was so angry that her mouth was crooked, and she grabbed Nuo Nuo and killed her with a bit of crayon Xiaoxin.
"Ah ha ha ha ha ha! It hurts ~" Nono laughed and broke free from Ye Zixiao's claws, touched his little head, and asked with interest, "Yes, grandpa, did you just talk about Chang'an, and ... Undead Banner? What is Undead Banner? "
Ye Zixiao looked at Nono with a look at children with cerebral palsy: "You do n’t know the undead army? How do you read history? But that is the Patriotic Army under the command of General Polu! Without General Polu, there is no today you guys!"
"General Broken?" Nono exchanged glances with the children, shook his head, and said, "I haven't heard of it, there is no such person in history textbooks."
Ye Zi Xiao froze for a moment, seeming to think of something, and hurriedly said, "Oh yes! It may not be called the General Polu, the history books may call him Jiangnan Tiger, or the red furry fangs, his real name is Luo You!"
The children looked at each other in doubt, shaking their heads and saying, "I haven't heard of it."
"What ?!" Ye Zixiao narrowed his eyes and said angrily, "You must know how to play all day, don't read books, and don't look at history."
Nonuo snorted, "Who said that I could read well, I'm still a representative of history class!"
Xiaofei also said: "We just reviewed the history textbooks just after we finished the midterm exam yesterday."
Ye Zixiao felt something funny to hear: "Then I ask you, do you know Hundred Days Chang'an?"
The children answered in unison: "Of course I know!"
Nono added: "The exam was yesterday, and the last question was also passed."
Ye Zixiao faced sternly and asked sternly: "Then what is the historical significance of Hundred Days Chang'an?"
History class representative Nono took a step forward and began to narrate carefully, reciting eloquently: "Hundred days of Chang'an, the first large-scale battle between the Red Blood Empire and the Cross Church, marked the outbreak of a comprehensive war between the two countries, and opened The curtain of the Third Patriotic War. Its historical significance lies in the great killing of the enemy ’s living force, completely preventing the Cross Church ’s ambition to perish the Red Blood Empire for a month, and gaining a relatively generous time for the strategic shift in the rear, and Dragging the war into a protracted and protracted war will lay a strong foundation for future counter-offensives. "
Ye Zixiao was more satisfied with the textbook-like answer, and she looked better, but she was still suspicious: "Why don't you know General Polu?"
Nono said innocently: "I have never heard of it."
Ye Zixiao looked so anxious, stood up tremblingly, staring at a few children, Shen Sheng said: "Okay, you know Changan hundred days, and you don't know General Polu. Then I ask you, hundred days How did Changan stay ?! "
Children, look at me, I look at you, and I laughed out loud, and backed up the answer from the textbook in unison: "Of course, under the command of the then king of the capital, the imperial soldiers fought bravely and unyieldingly. . "
At this time, Fatty's face turned pale, and he trembled and said, "Oh, I forgot to write" Stubborn and Unyielding. "
The rest of the children scoffed and laughed, "Deduct points! Deduct points!"
At this moment, Ye Zixiao's eyes were dull, and his eyes crossed the children and the mountains, looking at the bustling city in the distance.
The chaos in that year was numb, and the city roads were silent. Only destroyed military vehicles could be seen. Armored wreckage was piled up like a rolling mountain. Dead bodies were everywhere. The limbs were twisted and twisted. They were fighting during their lives and after they were dead. In the fight, the blackened blood was dried and sticky because of long-term exposure. Most of the corpses had been eaten by the crows, and only the bones were left. Only the uniform with the red blood flag on it could be identified.
Today, it is bustling and prosperous, the lead has been washed away by the war, and the spring breeze blows through the wrecked armored wrecks. The parts are broken, reorganized, and assembled into a private car passing by. In the melody of the birds, the blood and blood of the corpse flowed, evaporated, dripped into the cup again, and condensed into the wine of thousands of lights. The bullet hit the sky, before it landed, it turned into petals swaying in the wind, leaving a gentle kiss on people's faces.
The lifeless dead city lay silently in the desolate ground. The sun was hidden by the dust haze and looked far away. Some high-rise buildings were broken down by the waist, and some were rusted and damaged by the rain. There was only glass residue on the windows, and the homes that had been corroded by mold were faintly visible.
In urban high-rises, at noon, the falling sunset dots every corner of the city, and the shimmering street lights seem to be shining bright, but when you look closely, it is the glory of the evening eve. The hustle and bustle of the day is about to settle. Pedestrians pass by on the road with tired and expectant faces, and precious sports cars roar about, welcoming the nightlife that belongs to this city.
In the tragic battlefield of guerrilla killings, in order not to expose their targets, the soldiers lurk in the dark, preferring the skin to be rotten, the hands and feet to be frozen, and unwilling to ignite and warm, and even be careful not to make a sound. They endured the torture of darkness and cold, just to block the enemy's crazy steps, so that more compatriots can survive.
Young people let go of their own bar, mottled colorful lights danced frantically in the bar, wantonly roaring drums would shake people's hearts, deep basses tore the desire to rise, people will unconsciously release their souls on the stage and stick to each other Together, the ears are rubbing, breathing together to resist the constraints of life.
The battle square, the wounded soldiers were ragged, cloth strips and wounds were sticking together, stinking and rotten, they grabbed the sacrifice of their comrades' arms, King Kong glared, and sent a fury roar when they charged on the enemy. One person is a "perpetual empire."
The electronic screen is standing in the center of the square. The popular show is nearing completion. The little fresh meat is dressed up with beautiful makeup, dressed in expensive Chinese clothes, and sprayed with perfume is scattered around. It is refreshing. They took the trophy from the host. , Laughed and shouted to all the audience: "We are the future of the world!"
The blockade of the flag, where the 17-year-old red fur fangs fell, countless children of the same age joined together, jumping across the gap that consumed his life.
That year, the snow was heavy and the troubled world was like a numbness.
Qingyang is now blooming, and it is prosperous.
"Is that so ..." Ye Zixiao bowed her head, her eyes were dull, she could not hear the slightest waves in her voice, and she was like dead water. "This time we don't need us, everyone is forgotten."
The friction between the air and the throat sounded, Ye Zixiao cried like a child, because his age was fading, he soon cried out of breath, and screamed exhaustedly: "You are meaningless! No one remembers you! No one remembers you !!! "
At this moment, Mo Qian murmured again: "When will I come back?"
Ye Zixiao was furious, grabbed Mo Qian's collar, and cried heartily: "Enough! I don't want to listen to such disgusting questions again! I have to ask hundreds of times every day, are you bothering? I'll tell you now !!! She's dead !!! Dead !!! Understand? Everyone is dead! We won't be back! Only two of us are left !!! ''
Mo Qian shuddered. Dementia's brain made his intelligence only seven years old. The whole man sobbed and wept: "Impossible ... I said she would come back ... She won't lie to me .. .Woo ... "
The cry was contagious, and the children did not know why the two old men suddenly cried. One of them cried, and the other cried. The children were very scared and they started crying, sitting on the ground and yelling ~ EbookFREE.me ~ crying together.
Among so many children, only Nono didn't cry, her big eyes staring at Ye Zixiao, what seemed to be thinking.
Suddenly, Nono stepped forward and gave Ye Zixiao a gentle hug.
"Grandpa, I believe what you said, the undead army exists, and Grandpa Luo also exists." Nuo Nuo held Ye Zixiao's head, kissed him on the forehead, and kissed Mo Qian. A gentle smile made the pair crescent into a crescent. She said sweetly, "Thank you, thank you for everything you have done."
Ye Zixiao sucked his red nose and remained silent for a long time, then wiped away his tears, and said lightly, "What are you paying for? I lie to you, you still take it seriously? Don't talk to your parents and teachers when you go back. It's a joke. "
Nonuo smiled and said, "Huh! You're deceiving now!"
Ye Zixiao waved his hand impatiently and said, "Climb and climb, and let Lao Tzu be alone."
At this time, the grass was pulled away, and a child with a new face poked out his head and said, "Nono, the teacher asked to gather, and a group of people in military uniforms ... hey, who are they?"
Nono was too late to speak, Ye Zixiao quickly jumped up and said, "What? People in military uniform?"
The child nodded: "Yeah, yeah, it seems like I'm looking for someone. I'm coming here."
Ye Zixiao patted the grass on his buttocks, grabbed Mo Qian's wheelchair, and cried, "The old man, they came to us again with double slaps, and run away!"
It's too late to say goodbye to the children, Ye Zixiao has pushed Mo Qian to escape the trail.
Two minutes later, several Imperial soldiers came to the stream and saw the children standing here. One asked, "Children, have two old grandpas been here before? One of them was in a wheelchair." Open, click to load manually!