Chapter 275 Everything is fine. My unkillable friend
The night was red, the wind was raging, and the poisonous gray fog was blown away, but what followed was not dawn, but a sudden drop in atmospheric temperature caused by the nuclear explosion.
An unexpected snowstorm came roaring in.
Snowflakes fell in flakes, dyeing the earth white. A gust of wind blew some of the water onto the steaming escape pod and instantly turned into water droplets.
Bang! The deformed cabin door was knocked open by the elbow. Bai Ling stumbled out with blood on the corner of his lips. The cabin behind him was filled with shrill alarm sounds, constantly reminding him that the positioning system and the calling system had all failed.
But Bai Ling didn't have time to care about those things.
When he rushed down just now, he saw Kidd's escape pod nearby. The other party was driving an ordinary mecha of the cult, which lacked safety facilities and was much more seriously damaged than his.
Bai Ling put on his coat, carried the 20-kilogram first aid kit on his shoulder, and ran over there on the ice.
People can always burst out extraordinary strength in times of crisis.
With a taste of blood and rust in his throat, Bai Ling had no time to catch his breath and ran wildly across the field with waist-deep grass. His swollen and bloodshot eyeballs were red. He blinked hard, distinguished the shape of the grass and the escape pod, and shouted quickly:
"Kid! Kid—"
Kidd lay in the spherical cabin. Hearing the shout, he rolled his eyes tiredly, but his eyelids were blocked by the blood flowing from his forehead. No matter how hard he tried, he could only open them a crack.
Blurredly, he saw a figure rushing towards him. Just as he was about to get close, there was a "crackling" sound from the other person's body, and he suddenly lost his balance and fell down like a broken toy.
"...Damn it, it didn't stop earlier or later, but it stopped at this time."
This was followed by a series of curses with familiar tones.
Falcon, haha.
The corner of Kidd's mouth twitched slightly and then raised. His brother Hayabusa pulled him out of the rubble, came up to him, and wiped his face with a cloth, "Still laughing, you almost lost your life!"
A very exasperated tone.
But after checking, he became nervous, "Can you speak? Is there any pain or numbness anywhere?"
While Bai Ling was talking, his hands were not idle. He took off his long coat and wrapped Kidd up completely. A quick-acting rescue capsule was stuffed into his mouth, and a vital signs support device was put on him. All the good and bad parts of his body were given to Kidd.
Kidd was wearing a coat covered with white feathers, his eyes rolling slightly, looking at the thin tight combat uniform on his body, which was bare-backed. He was leaning on a branch and bending over to look for materials.
Finally, he found a broken piece of wood, shaved off some of its cross-section, tied it up with a belt, and tied it around his right leg to replace the broken prosthetic bracket.
The wood was very prickly and hard. Anyone else would have screamed in pain, but his brother didn't say a word.
Dong, Dong, Dong, he walked over, and his steps were very fast, as if he had done this before and didn't need to adapt at all.
He walked over, dropped to his knees, carefully picked up Kid, held him in his arms, and warmed him tightly with his body temperature.
Bai Ling didn't dare to move him casually. A cursory examination with instruments showed that Kidd had multiple fractures, and he was afraid that if he moved, Kidd's broken bone spurs would pierce into his lungs.
So he stayed here, using his body to warm him and prevent him from getting hypothermia before the large rescue team arrived.
Bai Ling bent down, and from time to time he would put his forehead against Kidd to make sure his cheeks were still warm. Bai Ling even thought that it would be better if he hadn't been on IV drip and still had a fever. If the body temperature is warmed up, the frozen Kid will get better sooner.
As soon as Kidd wanted to close his eyes, Falcon woke him up nervously, "Don't sleep, don't sleep, talk to me."
"Just hold on for a while longer. Xiwu Si must be looking for us. He must be on his way."
Kidd's consciousness was sometimes clear and sometimes blurred. He asked softly:
“…Brother, brother, am I still alive?”
Bai Ling let him touch her still warm hand, "You are alive and well. You can dance a minuet when you stand up. Look at Xiwu Si, he is so alive and well now."
"……Really?"
"real."
"Do I have any, what parts are missing?"
"You broke your bones, and your hand was broken, and I just put it back together for you."
"...Your method is so rough. No wonder I have lost feeling on one side of my body. Ahem, you are not dead even after this..."
Kidd: "I'm really tough."
Bai Ling: "You are really resistant to killing."
The two birds sang in unison. They glanced at each other and couldn't help but grin.
Two resistant kings.
The snow fell harder, but time passed slowly. Kidd looked at the dark red sky in confusion, and smelled the pheromones on Bai Ling's body. It was a sour, trembling, soothing pheromone with a forced calm.
Omegas actively emit this scent when their mates, friends, and cubs are in harm's way.
Kidd quietly turned his gaze back. Falcon's upper body was almost leaning over him, turning into a tight umbrella, shielding him from the cold snowflakes.
Bai Ling's jaw was very thin, much thinner than when they first met. He hugged himself tightly with his arms, and snowflakes fell on his bent back, gradually piling up into a small handful of snow. His eyebrows were drooped in worry and his eyelashes were trembling like bird wings.
Kidd could feel the other's hot belly pressing against him through his clothes.
In a trance, he had an inexplicable feeling, as if he had turned back into a small, fragile egg, being pressed under the mother bird's fluffy belly and hatched.
His friend Bai Ling was hatching him.
Falcon's body temperature made his eyes hot.
"…Falcon."
"you say."
"…Why did you risk your life to save me? Are you, are you hiding something from me?"
"……No."
"Hayako."
"Um."
"I always feel that you must have known me for a long time... You knew my dog's name the first time you came. Also, you may not know that you always stand aside and look at me like that, very sad, very nostalgic... Just like looking at a dead friend."
“…”
Kidd smiled and said, "Maybe you had a friend who looked a lot like me, so you love him?"
Falcon grabbed his hand, held it in his palm, and pressed his nose against the blue finger bones that were frozen to the point of freezing. His hoarse voice blended into the rustling sound of the snow, "No, you have always been my friend... and you have never changed."
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"Got you!"
In the previous life, the 40-year-old Kidd said to the 38-year-old Bai Ling.
Kidd pulled his friend back from nearly falling off the bridge. The two men walked slowly across the narrow edge and came to the best viewing platform in the universe - a steel beam extending next to the large porthole.
The two middle-aged men with dry hair shared the hot tea they brought with them and chatted cordially:
"Why do you look worse than me?"
"The doctor said I was having organ failure."
"I'm pretty much the same."
The two birds looked at each other and couldn't help laughing. I relied on morphine to relieve the pain, but I couldn't stop the joy of seeing each other.
Soldiers in a normal army must retire completely at the age of thirty. But they are like old cars, and have been struggling on the front line until now.
Having lived to this age, even if you are suffering from illness, you have no taboos. Since they had nothing to do, they sipped their hot tea and started chatting about how to distribute their inheritance after their death.
Bai Ling talked about his pile of junk. He picks up everything and is reluctant to throw anything away. Kidd said he was a rag-and-bone bastard and suspected he had a strange hoarding habit.
"Where is that?"
"Of course I have. I've discovered that whenever someone gives you something out of kindness, you keep it. Even if it's just a piece of paper that a kid you rescued gave you, you keep it."
"I'll keep it as a souvenir."
"You're a love-starved guy," Kidd judged mercilessly, "Luckily you're not in a relationship, otherwise if someone gave you a candy, you would keep the candy wrapper and hide it in your bedside table."
"I don't want to talk about it." Bai Ling said meaningfully.
When the twins that Kidd had slept with were still alive, they often fought in front of them.
Bai Ling felt that he would never have the time to deal with an alpha in his life. It is enough for him to have friends. At worst, he still has an online friend who responds to everything. It is good to maintain this platonic cyber friendship.
After Bai Ling finished her chatter, it was Kidd's turn.
Kidd knows his possessions like the back of his hand. After all, there were only a few things that could be counted on one's fingers, including the yellow rain boots he had worn just twice, thirty kilograms of frozen French fries, an absolutely beautiful shower cap, and four large boxes of biscuits.
——But this is the inheritance list from the last time.
Their logistical supplies have been lagging behind for a long time. After a period of belt-tightening, the inheritance list unfortunately shrank.
The rain boots were lost, the shower cap was blown up along with the luggage, the French fries were all gone, but there was still a pack of biscuits left.
As he kept counting, Kidd felt a little guilty. He patted the base of Bai Ling's wings and said, "No, I have to find something more valuable for you. I'm sure there is. Wait, I'll look through it again."
Bai Ling told him not to go. It was not easy for him to be discharged from the hospital and they could talk about something else.
So the two untidy guys began to enthusiastically imagine the days after victory for the 100th time.
It's like two paupers sitting on the street, holding a two-dollar lottery ticket in their hands, excitedly fantasizing about what their life will be like after winning five million.
Bai Ling still had the same old idea. He wanted to catch a mermaid, tie her to a mecha, and have her sing a song of victory for him.
Kidd wants to live in a nursing home, a free one. Free burgers, free fries, free big pool, and buffet every day.
Bai Ling pointed out: "But last time you said you wanted to hire a cook and order dishes for every meal."
"Last time was last time, and this time is this time." Kidd said indifferently.
But no matter how many times, there is always one thing that appears in Kidd's description, a very specific and vivid sausage grill.
To what extent? The size, pattern, dimensions, and even the color of the stickers on it can all tell the story.
Bai Ling suspected that his description of the sanatorium was just hearsay and nonsense, and the sausage grill was the only thing he had seen seriously.
"What you really want is a sausage grill." Bai Ling exposed him.
"You discovered all this." The seagull flapped its wings exaggeratedly.
He told Bai Ling happily, "I've always wanted a sausage roasting machine with a hand-cranked music box. My family's stall used to have one like that, an old-fashioned one, very large, which would play music after it was done roasting to remind everyone to come and eat. When I was a kid, the job I envied most was selling sausages next to the carousel. If I could sell them, I would sell them. If I couldn't, I could just eat them myself. I was happy either way."
Music box sausage grill? Bai Ling had never seen home appliances with such confusing functions.
But who can resist a singing sausage grill?
"I'll give you one on your next birthday." Bai Ling said seriously.
Kidd shook his head. "Forget it. I was just saying. That thing is too big. I don't know where to put it after I buy it."
Put it at home? He had no home to return to and both his parents had passed away. In the office? If the soldiers passing by see this, they will probably complain. They can't even afford to pay their allowances, but the commander still buys a sausage grill for fun.
Anyway, it's not appropriate.
"And I can't find that model," Kidd made an excuse, "The manufacturer stopped producing it a long time ago."
But King Falcon, who was good at picking up junk, patted his deflated chest and vowed to get him one.
Wishes are beautiful. But both of them forgot that in such turbulent times, it was easy to daydream, but there were few ways to realize their wishes.
You can’t buy a sausage grilling machine by asking people to do so; the condition that has finally improved will deteriorate.
Thirty-eight-year-old Bai Ling was suddenly struck in the heart by a deep feeling of powerlessness.
At this age, I can’t even promise my friends anything, and I can’t fulfill even the smallest of their wishes.
He had never hated his hardship, poverty, and powerlessness so much.
I wish I had money.
I want to feed my sick friend, make sure he has enough food to eat, and give him a sausage grill… If the manufacturer goes bankrupt, I will buy the design and make a new one. Is life so difficult?
Is it that difficult!
have.
If a devil appeared at that time, stood in front of him and threw him a bag of gold coins, he would sell his life without hesitation.
For a friend who has shared joys and sorrows with me, I will go through fire and water to give him a good life.
Don't be the kind of person who writes blank checks and makes empty promises.
cannot.
Come with empty hands.
Kidd held the teacup and looked at Falcon quietly, who looked embarrassed. Suddenly he smiled and told him softly, "I know. I know everything."
You have done your best to take care of us.
"So it's okay."
He pulled Bai Ling to sit down, feeling satisfied as if he had received the sausage grill of his dreams. Two people sat on the beam, and the space was so tight that there was no gap.
From a distance, they looked like two birds that were too late to migrate to spring. Even if the wind is biting cold, we can still be content as long as we huddle together in a fluffy ball on a narrow telephone pole.
After a while, Bai Ling was called away to deal with an urgent matter.
He was reluctant to leave, and after hesitating for a long time, he was reluctant to move forward, and kept looking back at his friend: "Can you go alone? I'll be back soon."
Kidd didn't say anything. He smiled slightly and gave a thumbs up to show that everything was fine.
Bai Ling came back quickly. When he staggered back onto the beam, the teacup placed beside him was still steaming.
Kidd closed his eyes, leaning against the wall, and the man was gone.
Bai Ling stood alone for a long time.
Finally, he walked step by step to Kidd, took out his dog tag from his collar, sat down, and held the sleeping seagull in his arms. He flapped his wings for the last time, unable to suppress the sobs in his throat:
"Goodbye, my friend."
Later, Bai Ling scattered Kidd's ashes into outer space and into the sea of stars in accordance with Kidd's last wishes.
Because this guy once said that he had many wishes. He wanted to visit the capital planet and also wanted to return to his home after visiting it, so he was scattered into space. In this way, with the stellar storms and asteroid activities, he floated and floated, and finally floated back by himself.
Bai Ling said, doesn't that mean that a part of you is floating in the entire universe?
"Yeah, every time you come to space, maybe one ten-thousandth of me is sticking to the window, saying hello to you."
"Besides me, there are also the people who sacrificed themselves. We are all clinging to the window to protect you."
Bai Ling imagined the scene: small birds and seafood sticking to the glass, turning the ship into a strange and sturdy ghost fortress. Everyone waved their tentacles, fins and wings vigorously, colorfully, working together, and flying towards the sun in a heroic and vigorous manner.
——You are never alone, we are always there for you, no matter where you are.
Bai Ling thought that if he were to live his life again, he would still choose this path because he still wanted to get to know these people.
The reason why Bai Ling is Bai Ling is because of their existence. They came, lived, and when they left, each of them left a part of him, becoming an important and irreplaceable part of Bai Ling.
The same is true for Kidd.
Before his death, he passed on the honorary title given to him by the Seagull Group to Bai Ling.
"Falcon, the title of Super Endurance King is now handed over to you!"
"This is my most precious thing. You must inherit it and become my unkillable friend."
Can't be killed, always live.
Now, the friend who cannot be killed is once again holding the friend who is very resistant to killing. The blizzard in the cold night blurred Bai Ling's vision.
His eyelashes were frosted and he was hunched over to block the wind. His already soft, white and tough hair looked even more like a snowman. As soon as he opened his mouth, the wind that poured into his throat made his vocal cords tremble uncontrollably:
"This time it's different... You will be fine..."
"I bought the sausage grill... I asked a very reliable person to help me. You can see it when you go back..."
"Kid...Kid? Don't sleep, don't sleep! Wake up, wake up--!"
The wind howling from the north was getting stronger and stronger, mixed with the noise of running machinery. Amid the increasingly intense tinnitus, Bai Ling turned his head with difficulty and looked into the distance with hope. However, when he saw the specifications of the mecha opposite, the light in his eyes suddenly extinguished.
The first ones to find this place were the religious group.
Bai Ling let out a breath and had no time to curse his fate. He struggled to stand up on his frozen legs, desperately collecting various scraps from the fallen ruins, surrounding Kidd and hiding him underneath.
Finally, he leaned forward and tucked the edge of his coat over Kid's face, leaving only a small hole for him to breathe.
"...Where are you going?"
Bai Ling was glad that he had regained some consciousness, and then held his hand, "The cult is here. They are looking for me. If you find me, you will be safe."
Kidd tried desperately to grab him, but he was powerless. Bai Ling let go of his hand, turned to face the enemy and went to meet him.
The entire cult came out in full force to search for Bai Ling. Faced with the black muzzle of a large-scale lethal weapon, the ammunition in Bai Ling's hand was just a drop in the bucket.
And he didn't want to resist.
He stood far in front of the ruins, blocking the way and pretending to have just climbed out of an escape pod. When the other party came to catch him, he struggled twice and was then shocked in the abdomen by a stun gun, causing him to fall to the ground in convulsions.
When he was forced to stand up, he endured the severe pain and straightened his back bit by bit.
Kidd hid there and saw Bai Ling handcuffed through the small hole. The moment Falcon was pushed around by the enemy, he suddenly and silently gave this side a thumbs up:
Everything is fine.
In an instant, hot tears flowed uncontrollably, wetting the coat that Bai Ling covered him with.
That's mine, an old friend.
Someone who holds everyone together.
Oh, fate, please be kind and don't let the monument he built with his flesh and blood become an irretrievable relic.
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