Chapter 15
The sky was getting dark, and dark clouds gathered together. After a while, a light drizzle began to fall.
The little boy was wearing a black suit, his head slightly lowered, his hair scattered in front of his forehead, his fingers bent weakly and stuck to his sides, staring motionlessly at the tombstone in front of him.
Several people walked past him, holding bouquets of tender yellow flowers in their hands. The petals swayed gently in the breeze, and a few petals fell and slid to the ground along the boy's cheek.
The boy finally raised his head, and a few fragments of color remained in his dull eyes. After a moment, it returned to the vast black and white.
He heard some fragmented words coming from behind him.
——The child...is so young...
——I advised you a long time ago...but you just wouldn’t listen...Alas!
——Reality...is cruel...why...do we still pursue...
——The couple is like this... The Jiang family boy...
——I can’t…I have to…pause…the development…
The rain got heavier, and the voices and crowds seemed to fade away. The old man behind him took the umbrella from his subordinates, opened it for the boy, squatted down, and gently wiped the water off his cheeks with his hands.
The boy was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly wiped away his tears with his palms, but the tears in his eyes continued to flow, and the more he wiped, the more they appeared.
He heard himself say in a hoarse voice: "Grandpa Commander..."
The old man's sharp and stern brows slumped, and he looked at him kindly and sadly.
The boy didn't know how he left the cemetery, nor did he know how he got on the car and moved into the old man's house. He only knew that when he came to his senses, he was curled up in a strange house, on a strange bed, holding a round ball in his hand, which was a relic left to him by his parents.
The old man came to see him and ruffled his hair. He responded softly without moving. Finally, the old man sighed and left. The household robot came to turn off the lights, and the room fell into dimness and incomparable silence.
The light leaked from under the door, casting a ball of afterglow in the large area. The boy leaned against the wall in the corner, far away from the light.
I don’t know how long it was before I heard the sound of a light being turned off outside the door. Even the last bit of light disappeared, as if the whole world was left with only darkness, a darkness so pure and dark that it was so depressing that I couldn’t breathe.
The boy's breathing suddenly became heavy, as if something was stuck in his throat. His mouth opened wide, but only a slight sob came out. Hot tears slid from his eyes again, drop by drop, blurring his entire vision.
His weak hands loosened and he hugged his knees tightly. A round ball as big as a fist rolled out of his arms and collided with the soft bed, making a crisp cracking sound.
The electronic screen turned on, emitting a faint fluorescent light in the silent darkness, and the boy raised his head.
[Reporting...Reporting...This is...the...reconstruction...team...I'm the leader...Jiang Chi...]
The boy's stiff limbs seemed to be filled with heat, and he pounced on the ball with his hands and feet, staring at the small ball intently.
[...Successfully...New...Planet...Plants...Sunlight...]
The flickering electronic screen reflected the boy's moist and wide-open eyes, as if they were coated with bright and dazzling light. He leaned down and hugged the ball tightly with his arms and body, and put his ear as close to the electronic screen as possible. The man's unclear but powerful voice seemed to penetrate his heart.
Don't give up...
"Yangyang, Yangyang!"
Jiang Xiangyang opened his eyes drowsily.
My eyes were still a little blurry and I couldn't see the scene clearly. I only felt that my vision was covered by a layer of hazy light.
He reflexively closed his eyes again, trying to calm down, but his mind was in a mess, as if he had just escaped from a whirlpool, tossing and turning nauseatingly, his body sore and weak, and the slightest movement sent waves of tingling numbness swirling through his meridians, almost causing Jiang Xiangyang to fall headfirst.
The constant buzzing sound in his ears made Jiang Xiangyang's scalp numb. He took a deep breath, focused his attention, and gradually regained control of his body from his fingers to his legs and feet.
I don’t know how long it took, a few minutes, ten minutes, an hour, or even longer, Jiang Xiangyang, who was well prepared, finally opened his eyes completely.
He saw the earthy brown bark of the trees and the soil strewn with fallen leaves.
The bright sunshine shines through the lush trees, passes through the layers of leaves, casts beams of light in the air, and prints mottled spots of light on the soil. The vegetation quietly stretches its branches, the insects chirp softly, and the surroundings seem to be shrouded in a layer of comfortable and peaceful soft light.
Under the influence of such a beautiful scene——
Jiang Xiangyang broke free from the airbag, kicked the seat, and jumped out of the broken mecha with the force of thunder.
Little Ball: “…”
His limbs were still a little stiff, a sequelae of long-term inactivity. Jiang Xiangyang fell to the ground almost joltily. Before his shrunken pupils could return to their original state, his hand had already reached for the particle gun on his waist.
But there were too many trees and he didn't know which one to aim at. Jiang Xiangyang's heart was pounding in his throat. He quickened his pace, held his breath, and looked around vigilantly.
However, nothing happened.
Jiang Xiangyang was still vigilant and refused to put down his gun even though his arms felt weak. The tense situation lasted for several minutes.
He finally turned his head slowly and looked at the small ball beside him.
The signal light on the small ball flashed, and the special frequency indicated that the camera was in progress. Realizing that Jiang Xiangyang's face was gradually darkening, the small ball quickly turned off the camera and complimented: "Yangyang, your action just now was so handsome."
Jiang Xiangyang put the particle gun away and smiled gently and lovingly: "Baby, what are you doing?"
The little ball's ears pricked up in alertness, and it kept backing away: "I didn't do anything..."
Jiang Xiangyang: "You really didn't do anything?"
Little Ball: "I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything, Yangyang, trust me."
Jiang Xiangyang rushed over angrily: "I believe you...I have no idea! Delete that part!"
The little ball ran desperately: "No, this is Yangyang's growth record."
Jiang Xiangyang: "I don't want such a stupid growth record!"
Little Ball: "Yangyang, this is domestic violence!"
The man and the ball rolled together madly and stopped only after hitting a tree. Jiang Xiangyang froze for a moment and then gradually relaxed his body.
He held the small ball in his arms, stretched out his hand, and hesitantly touched the big tree in front of him.
There are no wildly dancing branches, no corrosive fluids.
No attacks were made.
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