players please close your eyes.

Chapter 72
Xia Yi's idea is simple.

The ceremony was still going on, and he had the opportunity to replace Tang Xiaomeng's position and transfer all the pollution to himself.

Then, the power was instilled into Tang Xiaomeng.

In this way, Tang Xiaomeng will be pulled up from the abyss by Xia Yi, and Xia Yi will completely fall into the abyss instead. Since he himself is on the verge of death, the screenwriter may not even have time to alienate into a monster. He was killed by "The King in Yellow" on the stage.

Qiao Mu was silent.

He didn't know how Xia Yi felt about Tang Xiaomeng.

That is to say that the relationship between men and women is also somewhat superficial friendship.

He just nodded.

next moment.

Xia Yi exhausted all his strength and inserted his hand into the squirming mass of flesh and blood.

In the abyss of endless darkness, Xia Yi grasped the hand accurately and surely.

In an instant, countless murmurs rang in his ears, and his decaying body was almost shattered under the wash.

But Xia Yi gritted his teeth.

He grabbed it tightly and didn't let go.

suddenly.

Countless black streamers bloomed from his flesh-and-blood hands.

Those streams of light poured into his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears.

The pollution beyond human imagination almost submerged him in an instant, and his consciousness fell apart, crumbling in the storm of pollution.

at the same time.

The lump of flesh gradually withered, peeled off, and withered. Among them, the ragged Tang Xiaomeng fell on the corpse on the ground, her hand was still firmly held by Xia Yi.

Although, Xia Yi has almost turned into a withered corpse.

"Walk."

Xia Yi waved his hand.

Almost at the same time, the performance on the stage came to an end, and there was silence.

Qiao Mu picked up Tang Xiaomeng and walked through the messy banquet hall to the hotel lobby. The body of the big-headed soldier here was missing. It was probably taken away by the red mist. I wonder if he can see it when the red mist comes next. Until they formed their troops and walked in the mist.

He thought for a while, touched two lotus flower cakes on the shelves for people to eat in the hotel lobby, and then walked to the street.

As the red mist dissipated, those who had been forced to hide in their houses came out one after another. People were bustling on the streets near midnight, even more prosperous than during the day.

Chinese New Year is coming soon.

Qiao Mu took Tang Xiaomeng to the bookstore where Xia Yi bought "The King in Yellow". The bookstore owner looked at the woman in Qiao Mu's arms strangely, but didn't say anything, and just placed some messy books. Return to the original position.

In the field of vision, crazy and forbearing words gradually emerged.

[Saving the singer: 1/1]

【Listen to the bells of the New Year: 0/1】

[Witness the ending of the story: 1/1]

Two of the tasks have been completed, and as for ringing in the New Year, it seems like we'll just have to wait.

He glanced at the time, and it was midnight in a few minutes.

When the red mist dissipates, the New Year atmosphere is a little strange, but it doesn't stop everyone from joining in the fun.

Qiao Mu stood at the door of the bookstore and glanced at Tang Xiaomeng, whose eyes were closed.

Suddenly, a loud noise burst into the air.

He turned his head and saw bright red fireworks blooming in mid-air.

I don’t know if it was prepared in advance or to celebrate the dissipation of another red mist.

Qiao Mu stared at the fireworks. In the higher starry sky, there seemed to be more weird and unpredictable beings peering here, but at least now, the old city was about to usher in a new year.

While thinking, time passed by every minute and every second, and soon reached zero.

bang——

In the silent banquet hall, bright and pure fireworks reflected in the dirty blood.

Through the reflection, Xia Yi, who was leaning on the table leg, caught a glimpse of the gorgeous beauty from the corner of his eyes.

"It's beautiful, just like it was then."

He murmured softly, thinking back to his graduation.

bang——

Another firework exploded outside the window. In the dazzling flash, Xia Yi raised his head slightly.

In an instant, he seemed to have returned from this filthy, dirty, and gloomy banquet hall to a university classroom at his desk. "classmates."

The teacher whose appearance could not be seen clearly stood on the podium, and what was written on the blackboard were some words about literary character and national integrity. At that time, these words were still far away from Xia Yi and the others. No one would know what they would do in the future. Become the object of these textual descriptions.

But Xia Yi knew.

He knew that the teacher was publicly assassinated by warlords in a speech to the working people three months later, and his last words were, "Stand up, no one is worth your knees."

"This is the last class. Now we all have to go our separate ways. Is there anything you want to do after graduation? Do you have any wishes you want to realize?"

The teacher smiled and asked questions, and the squad leader with braids sitting at the front was the first to stand up.

"I want to help more people. I want everyone to be able to do what they want. I want the war to subside and the people to live in peace."

Who would have thought that a year later, this girl who was always serious, honest, and cheerful would be shot to death indiscriminately during a parade protesting the oppression of warlords, and no one would clean up her body.

The boy sitting on the other side of the classroom looked away from the monitor. He raised his hand, thought for a while, and said in a deep voice.

"I hope that the motherland can be reunified and that the people will no longer suffer. I want to use my own hands to practice everything I have learned."

Xia Yi knew him. This seemingly gentle boy later joined the battlefield and fought against enemies several times his own. He closed his eyes along with the city he was stationed in and never took a step back until his death.

The boy sitting next to Xia Yi saw this and stood up. He looked a little shy and was silent for a while before murmuring softly.

"I want to do my best to protect those workers, farmers, and the poor. I also hope that everyone will be healthy and meet again next year."

This is a kid from a rich family, but after he graduated, he ran for the poorest people, provided disaster relief, donated, helped, and was eventually ensnared by his peers. Xia Yi was there when he died, and Xia Yi will never be there. I can't forget his last look, perseverance, determination, and no regrets.

Outside the window, the branches are cold and the flowers are in bud. I don’t know when they will bloom.

"Xia Yi, what about you, what do you want to do after graduation?"

A light voice suddenly sounded.

Xia Yi turned around, and everything around him disappeared, leaving only the cold and solemn banquet hall.

bang——

Another fireworks shot into the sky, and at the same time, bursts of continuous cheers came from the window. The cheers became more and more intense and were about to reach their peak.

In the cheers, Xia Yi seemed to feel the call of some distant existence.

He knew it was time.

Using his last bit of strength, he whispered the last words that no one heard, like a sigh.

"I would like to turn into a torch and bring a glimmer of light into this dark night."

The voice just fell.

thump—

thump—

thump—

The bell representing the arrival of the New Year rang from the wall clock in the banquet hall, echoing in the hall where no one survived.

Xia Yi sat in the middle of the corpse and fell into a deep sleep, just like the protagonist in the card.

Dancing on that ferocious and bloody stage, just to bring laughter to the public.

a fool.

bang——

Bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, colorful fireworks, and countless cheers lingering and intertwined, forming the only warmth in this cold winter night.

It was almost dusk when Qiao Mu returned to reality.

He closed his eyes, and everything he experienced in the old city was repeated like a movie.

With a sigh, Qiao Mu heard some movement coming from next door.

He came to the window and opened the slightly broken window.

The sound suddenly became louder.

It turned out that the chorus training class next door was practicing.

The tune was a melody that Qiao Mu was quite familiar with. Even if he didn't understand music, he could hum it along.

For some reason, he felt that this piece of music was very suitable for the occasion, so he rested his chin on his hands and sat by the window sill to listen quietly.

Under the golden sunset, the melody flows.

"Outside the long pavilion, along the ancient road, the grass is green."

"The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the setting sun is outside the mountain."

"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the sea, half of friends are scattered."

"A pot of turbid wine is enough for the rest of the day, so don't dream about the cold tonight."

(End of this chapter)