Meng Jingchi's tombstone is the tenth one in the third row.
The young man in the black and white background has a carefree smile on his face, his eyes are simple and innocent, and he is very handsome.
That was Meng Jingchi before he met Panshu.
Pan Shu thought about it——
Later, Meng Jingchi loved her obsessively.
He never again displayed such a free and unfettered look.
Pan Shu squatted on the steps, reaching out to gently touch the boy's eyebrows and eyes in the photo. She said in a low voice, "...I'm sorry."
She always felt that she was the one who harmed him.
I'm really sorry.
Meng Jingchi.
Don’t meet me again in the next life.
"This isn't your fault." The system's voice was filled with a hint of confusion. "Meeting you was his destiny. Whether his fate is life or death, good or bad, it's all his own. Why are you feeling sad about it?"
"You don't understand." The system doesn't understand the complex emotions that humans are born with.
"Okay." He sneered, his youthful voice clear and strange. "I'm just a bunch of data, so I don't understand."
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The system stopped talking, probably because it was upset.
Pan Shu didn't try to coax him.
The system is even more aggrieved.
A light rain started to fall from the sky, and the fine raindrops crossed Panshu's snow-white arms. Panshu raised her eyes and saw the young man holding an umbrella with his slender white fingers, holding her under the umbrella.
"Okay, you've seen it. Don't think about him anymore, otherwise I'll be jealous." Zhou Younong took Ban Shu into his arms, and the cool fragrance of agarwood filled her nose. Ban Shu looked up at him, and the young man lowered his pair of noble and narrow phoenix eyes.
The tail of the eye is raised.
"Let's go." he said.
Several months later, this was the first time Panshu saw Lu Xing.
He had lost a lot of weight and became much darker.
The delicate facial features are sharper and more aggressive.
He stood under the osmanthus tree, looking at her quietly without saying a word.
Pan Shu curled her lips helplessly, "Don't you want a hug, Lu Xing?"
The man hesitated for a moment and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm dirty and I'm afraid of staining your clothes."
Yes, he had just come down from the battlefield and came to see Panshu without stopping. He would leave again in a while. The Japanese offensive was one wave after another. Shangjing was the center of several provinces and regions. The fall of Shangjing meant the fall of China.
Shangjing must be defended.
They all know.
Pan Shu hugged his thin waist, holding back tears and looking up at him, her eyes flashing, "Lu Xing, stay alive, okay?"
The man hesitated for a moment, then carefully placed his bony hands on Panshu's waist and nodded, "Yeah."
After a few seconds, Lu Xing pushed her away.
"I should go now." Lu Xing stroked her cheek with his fingertips and gave her a last, deep look. "Wait for me."
The girl was quiet for a moment, then suddenly said, "Lu Xing, do you love me?"
Lu Xing paused and turned back. He thought for a moment, "I love you until the last moment of my life."
Banshu opened her mouth.
But nothing was said.
Lu Xing's strategy progress has never exceeded 100 and has remained stable at 99.
Later, Pan Shu finally understood what he meant.
——[The land-based strategy has reached its maximum progress.]
The moment the system's cold mechanical sound rang out, Pan Shu seemed to sense something and looked towards the osmanthus tree in the yard.
"Lu Xing is dead, right?"
The system responded quickly, "Yes."
"Can I see it?" Pan Shu paused and then said, "How did he die?"
The system sighed gently, "As you wish."
In the system space, after a blur of snowflakes on the screen, it gradually turned into a clear image.
Lu Xing stood in a sea of corpses and blood.
The handsome eyes and eyebrows were splashed with hideous blood.
The troops behind him were either killed or wounded.
In his hand is a banner fluttering in the wind—
The flag of China.
In the other hand, there was a small cloth bag with a few osmanthus flowers spilling out.
Ban Shu's eyelashes trembled.
"I can't hold on any longer, Shushu, I'm sorry... I'm going to break my promise."
He smiled slightly, his eyes moist, and after a moment, he quietly closed his eyes full of regret.
The system space screen turned black again.
"Host, all your tasks have been completed. You may choose to leave the mission plane at any time." The system paused. "I have applied for special benefits for you. After this plane ends, you have the right to return to the real world and visit your family and friends."
"I don't have many family or friends." Pan Shu raised her lips, "But thank you anyway."
She wanted to go back and take a look.
After all, she wanted to see with her own eyes whether her face still maintained its original appearance.
At night.
Zhou Younong came over with a pot of osmanthus wine.
In the darkness, his cold face seemed even more unfathomable.
Pan Shu stared at him quietly.
Zhou Younong curved his lips and laughed at himself, "Do you believe what they said? I'm a traitor."
Naturally, the rumors in Shangjing also reached Panshu's ears. With Lu Xing's death, Shangjing was forcibly occupied by the Japanese, and the voices insulting Zhou Younong became more and more loud.
Pan Shu poured herself a glass of wine and said, "Zhou Younong, I never believed in that."
The young man's smile deepened.
He looked at the bright full moon in the night sky and said, "Tomorrow, everything will be over."
"What?" Pan Shu didn't hear clearly.
Zhou Younong chuckled softly, "Nothing."
In the dim morning light, the buds of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard bloomed overnight, and the fragrance was overwhelming.
The young man opened his eyes, which were not at all drunken, and took off his coat, gently covering the sleeping girl with it. He gently stroked the girl's soft hair, "I won't let anyone hurt you."
Walking out of the yard, Zhou Younong looked at Banshu deeply for the last time, lowered his eyes and slowly closed the door.
Xiang Cheng was followed by a well-equipped army.
"Third Master, everything is ready."
The gentleness in Zhou Younong's eyes was gone, and he was terribly cold. "Do it."
The man sent by Japan to replace Fujii was a tall, thin, middle-aged man. He looked Zhou Younong up and down with his cloudy, triangular eyes. "Where is that beautiful Miss Ban?"
Zhou Younong's lips curled up, "Mr. Yamamoto, you won't embarrass a little girl, right?"
"How can it be difficult?" Yamamoto smiled obscenely. "I want to make that beautiful lady happy."
The curve of Zhou Younong's lips slightly softened, and he raised his eyebrows coldly, "...Is that so?"
"That Miss Ban is truly the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." Yamamoto licked his lips lewdly. "I really want to kill her in bed. She'll probably make such wonderful noises that my body will go numb..."
Yamamoto suddenly fell silent.
The young man nonchalantly played with the Buddhist beads in his hand, the gun pressed against Yamamoto's neck. He smiled, "You're really looking for death."
He didn't dare to even think about it, for fear of offending the little girl in the slightest -
How dare someone do this to her?
Yamamoto swallowed nervously, "You... calm down. Those outside are my people. If you dare to shoot, my people will rush in immediately! You won't be able to survive then!"
Zhou Younong's cold brows and eyes showed a hint of cruelty, "So what?"
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