Chapter 200: Celebration (9)

Zhang San wanted to take a look at the island. He intuitively felt that the lighthouse was the residence of Warden Xiao Tong. But there was such an isolated island at sea, and he passed by himself, too dazzling.
What's more, under the surface of the sea, those fierce criminals may be shut down. If he passes directly over the sea, what might be triggered.
The unknown danger discouraged Zhang San. He hesitated and never thought of a good solution. He couldn't help but sigh if Yu Yi was there. It's perfect to put a stealth on your body.
But just as he was about to turn around and leave, the calm sea suddenly began to surge, and the whimpering wind began to scream, blowing across Zhang San's ear, sharp as a knife.
"What's the matter?" Zhang San quickly hid most of his body behind the door, and when he looked out to see, the lighthouse suddenly shined.
The light was very unstable, and there seemed to be a huge amount of energy overflowing, making the whole sea unstable. The violent winds and huge waves filled Zhang San's vision. Like the end of the world, there seemed to be a shadow of an iron chain in the rising wave, which was connected to the cage on the bottom of the sea.
The wailing cry, the unwilling roar, and the clattering sound of the cage were constantly tumbling from the bottom of the sea to the surface of the water, so the whole sea became more and more turbulent, and the waves constantly beat the isolated island in the center of the sea.
It is like a small boat in a storm, and there is always the risk of overturning.
Zhang San looked shocked and dared not step outside. Reason tells him that he should leave immediately, but there is a voice in his heart telling him-stay and find out what is going on here, which may be very important.
He swallowed hard, swallowed his heart, took out a pair of glasses and put it on. It's very much like the 3D glasses in the movie theater. The red and blue lenses can help Zhang San penetrate all the bans and see the pictures in the distance, restoring the reality.
The next second, through the wind and waves, and through the lighthouse window, Zhang San finally saw the situation inside the lighthouse-Warden Xiao Tong!
he is!
The layout of the room looks like a monitoring room, the virtual light screen hangs the room, big and small everywhere. Xiao Tong was facing them, sitting with his back to Zhang San, his hands on the armrests of the chair, petrified.
Although it was only a back view, Zhang San still felt that he was in pain. The shadow enveloped him, and the shadow at his feet was twisted and struggling, with his mouth wide open and howling silently.
It was a very weird scene, like a ghost drilling out of the ground and grabbing Xiao Tong's ankle. He sat motionless, but the green muscles burst on the back of his hand, and the surging energy overflowed from him, causing the lighthouse to run away and the Black Sea out of control.
At this moment, Zhang San couldn't care whether he was found or not, so he quickly investigated the situation in the house. From this look, you can see the clues-the monitoring screens displayed on the virtual light screen are the same.
In the large and small screens, there is only the same desperate face hidden in the shadows. Zhang San narrowed his eyes, looked closely, then looked again, and finally found out-that was Lin Yandong!
Suddenly blurted out, "Sancha" quickly covered his mouth and stared at the details of the monitoring screen. But the picture gave Lin Yandong's close-up of his face, except for the despairing suffocating look, he could see nothing.
But Zhang San didn't wait long before Xiao Tong moved. He raised his seemingly stiff hand and made a call back motion, and the monitoring screens began to play back together.
The picture freezes and some other people appear.
They were climbing the mountain, obviously carrying only a small backpack on their backs, but they were all gasping, sweating, and even their waists could not be straightened, and they could only support their knees and walk forward.
Lin Yandong walked in the front, his backpack was the most bulging, blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, ears, and even nails, as if the weight on his back had crushed the blood vessels in his body, blood scrambled Flowing out.
But his gaze is the most determined among all people, and his pace is also determined, one step at a time. Although it is slow, he has not stopped.
The end point is in front, where there is a big big stone standing on the top of the mountain. Everyone's eyes looked at the stone with hope, but it was hopeless, they still fell one after another.
Even if it is only one step away from the end.
Someone cried in collapse, but the whole person was crushed to the ground, unable to move, even crying in awkwardness. Someone raised his hand reluctantly, opened his backpack frantically and threw things out from the inside.
Some people threw money, some threw a red beating heart, some threw out a glowing luminous group, there were many photos, small unidentified objects, and so on.
Zhang San looked confused, but vaguely guessed that these things might be crucial to them, otherwise the backpack would not be that heavy. He also saw that this was a copy, a copy that Lin Yandong had participated in.
At this time, Lin Yandong, who was at the forefront, stopped. He was really just one step away from the end point, but he still chose to turn back, turn around, gritting his teeth, slowly and firmly picking those discarded things into his backpack. For example, that heart, those glowing light clusters.
He didn't speak. When the whole picture reached Zhang San, it was silent. He saw the blue muscles bursting on Lin Yandong's arm, the blood vessels that were constantly collapsing, even if he just looked at them, he felt the pain.
But Lin Yandong kept silent until he finally checked everyone's backpacks and pulled them up one by one, saying, "Go."
Zhang San didn't hear the sound, but he understood the mouth shape.
Lin Yandong said "Let's go", and the rest nodded and helped each other to follow him. This was a moving picture, but without taking a few steps, Lin Yandong's body suddenly shook and fell to the ground.
He tripped over a stone on the ground, his backpack fell to the ground, and the contents of it scattered all over the ground.
Zhang San can't count how many things are in it, even the entire monitoring screen can't fit. Zhang San watched Lin Yandong scramble to get up hard, picking up those things one by one, and the rest of them seemed to want to help, but they were exhausted.
At this moment, Lin Yandong's expression changed suddenly.
He quickly rummaged through the pile of objects, again and again, as if looking for something, but could not find it. He began to ask the people around him with anxious expression.
Because of the speed of speaking and angle issues, Zhang San didn't see what he was talking about, only to see that he suddenly grabbed the neckline of a young man and questioned loudly.
The man also collapsed and was talking to him. He gasped heavily, as if he could hardly breathe, his chest was undulating, his eyes were red, hysterical.
Just looking at it, Zhang San could imagine how sharp his voice was at the time.
"Don't you help!"
"Don't help the end for ?"
"It's just , throw it away! Why did you pick up , but not mine!"
"You put the most heavy things in the bag, but you won't pick me up!"
"You just want to hurt me!"
Zhang San finally read a few words again, if he had read them correctly.
Seeing this, he seemed to be like the person in the picture, his chest was squeezed, unable to breathe. Lin Yandong turned his back to him. Zhang San couldn't see his face clearly. He could only see that he punched him in the face, but because of his injuries, he spit out blood.
Blood spurted the man's face. The man was stunned, but then he laughed and shouted, "I threw it!"
"It's all thrown!"
"You pick it up!"
"You pick it up!"
Zhang San read these sentences thoroughly and then fell silent.
The next scene made him completely silent. Lin Yandong began to look around for the thing that was thrown away, and he begged him to help him find it, but no one was willing to move.
Maybe they have no strength, Zhang San can only think so.
The things in the backpack are scattered all over the place, with a red heart and a light cluster. Some landed in the distance, some landed only one meter from the end.
There were dozens of people in the front and back of the entire mountain climbing team. Someone suddenly showed luck, looked at the thing closest to the finish line, rushed over to pick it up, and the whole person crossed the finish line like a hoist.
He laughed wildly, and the laughter was the joy of the rest of his life.
Someone couldn't move at all on the ground, only his fingers were still moving, his mouth twitched, and he seemed to be calling "Save me."
Some people also hugged Lin Yandong's calf and looked at him pleadingly, "Please, don't look for it, can't you send us through customs first? Are you a good person?"
"Please……"
"Please……"
"Aren't you a good person?"
"Isn't it just a photo?"
"Why are you so selfish?"
"hypocritical!"
"You are hypocritical!"
"You are like the rest of this Yongye City!"
The greasy face gradually turned into a ghost. They crimsoned, accused loudly, resented and mean, Zhang San did not know what happened to this group of people. Even if they were forced into desperation, could it be like this?
He was chilled and chilled.
But Lin Yandong was unheard of, and he dragged his increasingly heavy steps, looking everywhere for what he had lost. Finally, he finally found the stuck photo on a tree branch on the top of the cliff. His eyes burst into rejoicing, and he rushed desperately to get it back.
But at this moment, the young man who just clamored, "Go pick it up" suddenly got up from the ground and pushed hard behind him.
Lin Yandong grabbed the photo, but he also fell off the cliff.
The picture finally settled in his stunned eyes. It was puzzling, just puzzling, as if questioning Xiao Tong before monitoring, and also questioning Zhang San, who was across the Black Sea—
why?
Zhang San almost didn't want to watch it anymore, but Xiao Tong seemed to be masochistic and started calling back.
The screen jumped and the sun was shining. Lin Yandong rescued the man who nearly fell off the cliff halfway up the mountain. He took his backpack and dragged him up, reaching for a potion. The man raised his head, but it was the young man who pushed Lin Yandong down the cliff.
He took the potion and said thank you in exchange for Lin Yandong's relief.
The next picture began to be chaotic.
Sometimes it was Lin Yandong who was talking to people, sometimes he was drawing a road map with his head down, and sometimes he was asking about something. Zhang San read a name from his mouth-Xiao Tong.
Xiao Tong is also in this copy, but somehow he is not with Lin Yandong, so Lin Yandong is looking for him.
But where did he go?
For a long time, Zhang San finally saw him.
Xiao Tong has only one person, and his backpack is thin, so he walks a lot easier than others. He came to the end by himself, turned his head around, and then walked towards the only player on the scene.
This player was lying on the ground, but he was already breathing in and out of breath.
Xiao Tong squatted down and asked, he should be looking for Lin Yandong, Zhang San read the name from his mouth. He also recognized the woman lying on the ground, this man appeared in the first picture just now, watching Lin Yandong fall cliff with his own eyes.
But she opened her mouth and said, "He has cleared customs."
Customs clearance is not a fall.
Zhang San will not admit this lip.
Xiao Tong's face was annoyed and seemed to be very angry. Without stopping, he strode across the finish line. The woman looked at his back and smiled lowly, then was stuck in the throat with a bite of blood, and died with wide eyes.
The screen jumped again, and finally returned to the ending.
Lin Yandong didn't die, clutching the photo in his hand, and climbing up. Also, how could the players in Yongye City, like Lin Yandong, die easily. But it was a high mountain, and the time had gone from day to night. Perhaps other players had already left the copy, and even Xiao Tong had left. Only Lin Yandong was still struggling.
Covered with blood, he climbed up a little bit.
Xiao Tong has not watched it again.
He took off his hat, buried his face in it, and bent his back in pain. As long as Lin Yandong climbed, he stayed in that state until the dark picture showed a few bright lights again.
He looked up stiffly and saw himself in the picture arguing with Lin Yandong.
Xiao Tong can hear the sound in the monitoring picture. The pictures of the past are vividly and vividly presented to him, and every detail is clearly visible.
That was the scene when the two had just joined the copy.
"You saved one person, can you still save everyone? I asked you again and again, if you want to leave, you stayed for them time and time again, for decades, you still think that Yongye City can really get better The twelve movements are just legends. When and where they appear will be unclear. Do you want to stay here forever?"
Xiao Tongmei peaked like a sword, full of anger. But the more annoyed he was, the more calm and gentle Lin Yandong who was facing him was.
"It will always get better." Lin Yandong smiled helplessly, "If you don't do it, I won't do it, then there is really no hope."
"It's not you, someone else will do it, and you will carry your responsibilities on your shoulders. You are not afraid to crush yourself. Lin Yandong, Xiao Xiao, I'm not a rare savior!" Xiao Tong was angry, and finally walked away.
This is not the case.
Today Xiao Tong looked at the scene of that year, and his eyes were split. He was only worried about Lin Yandong, only worried, otherwise he would not stay in Yongye City after quarreling with him again and again.
They know each other's past, and they are the only confidant in this icy city. Their relationship has also surpassed the so-called family, friendship, and even love. There will be conflicts and quarrels, but they are still the most familiar people.
He was just worried.
Worried that the only person related to his past would be buried in the darkness of Yongye City. It would be better to go into reincarnation together. Xiao Tong would rather believe that they will have a brand new future and take a look at the world that once gave them their lives.
Even after leaving the copy later, the two completely broke apart, Xiao Tong never thought of leaving alone. He just made a gentleman's contract with Lin Yandong and never met again.
Ten years have passed since then.
Xiao Tong clutched his hat tightly. Ten years later, he now began to wonder-was the original break true?
He only discovered now that Lin Yandong at that time was no longer the former Lin Yandong. But Xiao Tong didn't notice it, he only cared about venting his anger towards him, and Yong Yecheng's decades of experience made him full of anger.
Thinking of this, Xiao Tong couldn't help but recall the picture of the day of the break.
He did not find Lin Yandong in the copy, thinking that Lin Yandong left him and cleared the game first. He thought it was because the two of them had different ideas and the gap between them became deeper, so he didn't see him after a few days and wanted to calm down.
When I met again, Lin Yandong was still in a gentle and calm look, as if it were the same as before. Xiao Tong wanted to sit down with him and have a good talk, but Lin Yandong spoke, but let Xiao Tong go.
"Different ways are different, Xiao Tong, you go."
"Do you know what you are talking about?"
"Of course I know. Xiao Tong, I know from the beginning to the end, we are not all the way. What do you think you know? From start to finish, you are the second young master who is tall, isn't it? For you, I'm nothing but It’s a drama, an object that you can show sympathy for. My ambitions and my ideals are all jokes for you. Why have you really looked at me?"
"Lin, Yan, Dong!"
Xiao Tong shivered with rage.
Lin Yandong said that Xiao Tong regarded him as a joke, but Xiao Tong felt that he was like a joke now.
Lin Yandong should know him, right?
Apart from Lin Yandong, who knows Xiao Tong better in this world?
In this Yongye City, who knows him better than Lin Yandong!
"I will give you one last chance to take back your words." Xiao Tong almost bleeds his palms before he said this with his teeth.
But Lin Yandong smiled and shook his head, looking at him gently and calmly as before.
At that moment, Xiao Tong only felt sarcasm.
Ten years later, see you again. He unkindly and ruthlessly said in front of him that he was a play, thinking that he no longer cared, but actually put nothing down.
"What gentleman's agreement, you Lin Yandong is a gentleman, but it's just a actor who sings on stage. After coming to Yongye City for so many years, I forgot how to sing it? In this way, if you sing a second sentence to Master Ben, I will promise you."
"Don't be passionate."
"Don't you desperately forget about the past."
Words were still in the ears, but Xiao Tong could not remember Lin Yandong's expression when he heard it. That's a person who can pretend to be disguised. The surface must be smiling, but what about the expression inside?
Is it like what he sees now?
Xiao Tong looked up and looked at the monitoring screen again.
The picture was permanently frozen, which was the scene where Lin Yandong finally climbed to the top of the mountain. He was covered in blood, and there was hardly a spot on his body. If it weren’t too familiar with the eyes, even Xiao Tong would not recognize him.
The whole mountain top was empty, only Lin Yandong was alone. When he retrieved his backpack, there was only a torn light group left in the backpack.
The light group flickered in and out, as if it would be wiped out in the next moment.
In this final picture, Lin Yandong grabbed the picked-up photo and suddenly smiled.
Zhang San finally saw the content of the photo. On that photo, Xiao Tong. Xiao Tong understands that such a photo in the copy called "Die She Li" means-Lin Yandong has everything about Xiao Tong in his heart.
His feelings for him have all the memories about him.
The human soul is only 21 grams, even if it is thrown away, it may be unaware.
But this photo may be heavy, so the young man who pushed Lin Yandong down the mountain should secretly throw this photo away and replace it with his own while Lin Yandong was not paying attention.
He will be questioned: "You put such a heavy thing in the bag, but refuse to pick me up!"
Xiao Tong closed his eyes in pain.
In the end, it was not that Lin Yandong did not understand him, but that he did not trust Lin Yandong from the bottom of his heart. He was the same as those who mocked Lin Yandong as a drama and ridiculed him wantonly.