The hovercar was moving very fast, and even with He Mo's mental power, he could only grasp the outline of the news. He reflexively straightened his slightly bent back and turned his gaze towards the news, staring intently. As the distance increased and the large screen gradually blurred, he stiffly turned his gaze away. Could such a powerful person really leave this world in such a tragic way?!
He Mo was raised by his grandfather, but that didn't mean he didn't know his parents. Since he was little, his grandfather would hold him in his arms as they sat in the small garden, gazing at the moonlight in the sky and recounting every detail of their parents' lives.
They had served in the First Legion. Their father was a mid-level general fighting on the front lines of the battlefield, and their mother was a medical officer.
Ten years ago, General Zhong Qing's alien beast Lord Cangshan broke through to S-level. The Alliance made an exception and allowed General Zhong Qing to establish his own legion, the Fifth Legion.
My parents originally wanted to transfer to the Fifth Legion, but before that they were killed in a brutal Zerg attack.
He Mo's impression of his parents is very vague, so vague that only a few shadows remain in his mind. His memories are pieced together from his grandfather's stories.
But it did not affect his respect for General Zhong Qing of the Hemo team, because with his original strength alone, it would be impossible for him to avenge his parents.
I hope you are well. He Mo closed his eyes and prayed silently. The Federation needs your protection.
The hovercraft suddenly stopped.
He Mo shook his head in annoyance, and his fine black hair stuck to his forehead and curled up at an angle.
He Mo hurriedly got out of the hovercraft, opened the intelligent brain, and clicked a few times with his slender fingers. Not long after, a small hovercraft drove over.
He almost forgot that today was his parents' death anniversary.
He Mo set the destination of the hover car, first driving to the flower shop closest to the cemetery, and then heading to the cemetery.
Every year, he and his grandfather would buy two bouquets of Night Talk from the same flower shop. Among the pure beige petals, several straight black stamens stood in the center, and the heads of the stamens curled into the shape of a five-pointed star.
The flower language of Night Language—the desire and longing of black and white.
May the deceased rest in peace, and the living pray and miss them.
He Mo's parents died gloriously, but their cemetery was not built in the Martyrs' Park. His parents hoped that one day when the war ended and light and peace covered the Milky Way, their family of four would be able to find a quiet little manor to spend their happy years.
The small manor was found as early as ten years ago, but the person who made the wish was gone, so my grandfather buried his parents there with great care.
There was a simple wooden house built there. When He Mo was young, his grandfather often took He Mo there to stay for a while. When He Mo grew up, the number of times he went there gradually decreased.
It was the outskirts of Shuiyang City, a very remote place, but the scenery was beautiful. There were a few peach trees planted beside a shallow pond, and a vegetable field not far from the peach trees. Because no one had taken care of it for a long time, many weeds had grown there, and a lot of vegetables were mixed among the weeds, densely packed together.
The cemetery was on the other side of the pond. He Mo got off the hovercraft, holding two bunches of Night Talk and placed them in front of the two tombstones.
He Mo pulled out the vigorous weeds nearby and piled them aside. He brushed off the dust accumulated on the stone, knelt down and touched the cold corner of the tombstone: "Mom and Dad, I'm here to see you." I'm sorry, I almost forgot that today is your death anniversary.
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After clearing the weeds and wiping the tombstone, He Mo chattered for a long time until the sunset before returning to the cabin on the other side.
The wooden house looks very simple, but the facilities are very complete.
There were all the necessary seasonings, pots, pans, and some rice, which was well preserved. The only missing ingredients were the cooking ingredients.
He Mo pulled out all the weeds in the cultivated vegetable garden, picked some small and thin vegetables, and made a stir-fry, which was enough for dinner.
When night fell, the stars began to tremble, and circles of invisible star power were attracted from distant interstellar spaces, baptizing the boy's increasingly ethereal body.
rustling...
When the moon reached its zenith, a pair of green eyes appeared around the wooden house. They observed the surroundings vigilantly, greedily approaching the coveted source of power, while moving forward at a safe and slow pace with extreme vigilance.
It got closer, ten meters, five meters, two meters. As if it realized that He Mo was not a threat to it, the green eyes quickly turned around and made a movement towards the back.
Not long after, a pair of large black eyes suddenly appeared next to the pair of green eyes...
The sky tonight is particularly clear, with brilliant stars twinkling. Strands of clear energy follow the light and descend upon this land, nourishing the boy's slightly thin body and the surrounding lives.
In the darkness, under the twinkling starlight, the plants stretched out their curled bodies and accepted the baptism of overflowing energy.
On the peach trees by the river, the little green peaches were spinning happily on the branches, trembling as if they could breathe, greedily absorbing energy. It can be imagined that this year's peaches must be sweeter and more delicious than in previous years.
The green eyes and the black eyes were attracted by the breath, and their instinct drove them to keep moving forward. They crawled in the long weeds without even showing their heads, eager to get closer but afraid of being discovered. They were reluctant but couldn't help it.
Driven by such contradictions, two pairs of eyes slowly approached the young man in the center of the halo, breathing greedily, eagerly absorbing the abundant and novel energy, the wonderful energy without any impurities.
He Mo ended the day's training calmly. He noticed the green eyes the moment they appeared, but he felt that the owner of these eyes had no ill intentions, only curiosity and alertness towards the world.
Could it be a newborn baby? !
He Mo closed his eyes and remained silent, afraid of scaring this timid guy.
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