"The one they sent is you, the savior."
She murmured softly, feeling the weight of this responsibility, a complex mix of emotions welling up in her heart.
"Me?" Xie Pu Rou felt that everything in front of her was so mysterious. Everything in front of her was as mysterious as a dream, which overturned the cognition she had accumulated in several worlds.
"You did a great job, better than I expected. Now I need you to end this."
A dragon descended from the sky, its figure like a flash of lightning, its golden scales gleaming brilliantly in the moonlight, like a god descending from the sky. Its enormous body obscured the entire sky, and the shocking aura that washed over Xie Purou almost suffocated her.
"They said you were the most suitable person to save Blue Planet, and you certainly didn't disappoint me."
"Go, end this apocalypse, and you can go home."
The sound came from near and then far away, and Xie Purou's mind was in a mess.
A powerful force came and Xie Pu Rou was pushed into another time and space.
The old buildings around her looked very familiar, making her feel that the street was in the style of a certain era, but she couldn't remember which era it was.
There are only two things she can confirm now: 1. She cannot contact M80, and 2. She is still in an illusion or a dream.
This feeling was exactly like the dream she had before about seeing Dr. Mo Tu. Having had that experience once, she was no longer panicked.
Since the dragon said it was a savior and it was very satisfied with her actions, it would not hurt her.
Xie Pu Rou looked at the scene in the illusion calmly. It seemed like a few children were fighting?
Why is this fight a little different?
"Kill the ugly bastard!"
"If we chop off the ugly monster's fingers..."
"What are you afraid of? We are all minors..."
"How about we strip him and take a look?"
A large truck sped past and crushed an old man who was crossing the road.
"Your grandmother is dead, who else can protect you?"
"Dare to complain? This is what happens."
"Did you kill my grandma?"
Xie Pu Rou frowned slightly. The voice sounded familiar. There was a familiar melody in the young child's voice.
Was it clarity? Did she enter his dream? Or was this his past?
With a lot of questions in her mind, she continued to read patiently.
The perspective throughout the whole process follows the little boy who was beaten. She looks at his life from his perspective, and she also truly feels the pain in Qingche.
She was very sure that the little boy was Qingche. Apart from his voice, his personality was similar to when he became a zombie.
He doesn't like humans, doesn't like talking, and doesn't like people coming near him.
In the dream, she felt every beating he received, and every time it was clear and painful, she could feel the pain in her heart and the pain of losing her grandmother.
So many times that even she couldn't count how many times those people beat Qingche.
The death of his grandmother made Qingche give up struggling completely. He had gone from glaring back and resisting at first to being like a piece of wood now, not making a sound no matter how hard they hit him.
It was another night when he was beaten. He huddled alone beside a trash can in the alley to shelter from the wind.
"Isn't it enough to hurt me? Why? Why hurt my grandma too?"
"Grandma, is it all my fault..."
"Grandma...I'll be alone from now on..."
The childish voice was filled with despair and pain, and Xie Purou's heart sank. He was still a child, and he had to endure all this alone.
She knew that her touch could not reach Qingqing, but she still couldn't help but reach out and give the little him a hug.
In his world, if no one takes him out, his sky will never be bright again.
Xiao Qingche smelled a pleasant scent like the wind. His eyes, which had been crying, were full of confusion, as if he had caught a trace of warmth.
He yelled into the air, "Grandma? Is that you?"
Little Qingche grabbed that little bit of warmth and hugged himself back tightly, as if his only grandmother who loved him was still there.
That night, leaning against the trash can, Xiao Qingche had a sweet dream.
Xie Pu Rou looked at his face, which was young and youthful, but not good-looking in the traditional sense. She couldn't understand why his face was so different from his face after becoming a zombie.
Little Qingche cried and felt hopeless, but he still went to school the next morning. Junior high school is compulsory, and his family is poor, so the national policy waived his tuition, so he could still go to school.
Following his perspective, Xie Purou saw Xiao Qingche's teacher say to him:
"Your family is extremely poor. If you can get this score, you can get a scholarship and attend this high school. They can waive your tuition and accommodation..."
Her feelings were the same as Xiao Qingche's. She hoped that he would study hard, live in the school dormitory when he went to high school, and escape the school bullying in junior high school.
But... things went against his wishes. The city was small, and from the way he was dressed, he could tell that the perpetrators came from wealthy families. In high school, Qingche once again encountered a group of perpetrators.
Xie Purou was once again forced to witness three years of bullying...
When he was young, Qingche stood on the roof and wanted to commit suicide, but was persuaded by his teacher.
"It would be great if they could get into college. College is different from high school. They can't even get into the best colleges..."
Qingche has a new goal and is working harder towards it.
When filling out his application, she clearly saw that he wanted to go to law school.
She looked at him in amazement, surprised that the little boy had never forgotten to avenge his grandmother.
But will his persistence be meaningful? Will society really show leniency to children from poor families?
Xie Purou wasn't confused, but rather certain. This was extremely difficult, requiring not only hard work but also luck...
With anticipation, she wished him good luck.
Qingche worked very hard and was very competitive, and his college entrance examination score was far higher than that of the university he wanted to apply to.
The day she received the notice, Qingche's hands trembled violently as she scrubbed dishes in the small restaurant. She hurriedly fled the noisy kitchen and hid in the bathroom, tears welling up in her eyes, her soft sobs echoing through the closed toilet stall.
Over the years, his hard work and dedication have paid off.
As a witness to his life, Xie Purou also rejoiced with his joy. No one knew his hardships better than she did, and she felt for him that his hard work had finally paid off.
She prayed silently in her heart: I hope he can go to a good university and live a good life in school. Even if it is only a short-lived happiness, it is worth the ups and downs along the way.
Even if zombies break out in the apocalypse, at least little Qingche, who grew up under her care, has truly lived a happy life.
After cleaning up the kitchen, Xiao Qingche walked in the rain, his steps becoming chaotic and his mood becoming particularly cheerful. Xie Purou followed behind him, feeling the influence of his uncontrollable smile and sharing his joy.
Fate always seems to play tricks on us, like a rope that always breaks at the thinnest point. On the very night Qingche received the admission letter, he died.
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