On the Seven Towers

On this day, the sun was shining and the weather was good, but the atmosphere in the school was solemn and low. No matter where you were in the school, you could hear the slowly playing mournful music.

A funeral was being held on the lawn near the playground.

There were no wreaths, no mourning couplets, only 37 black coffins parked on the edge of the lawn. Most of the victims' bodies were in miserable shape and not suitable for viewing. So the coffins were nailed, and only the names of the deceased were written on the memorial tablets in front of the coffins.

Xiao Chen held a handful of white nameless flowers in his hand. Like everyone else, he placed the white flowers on the coffins every time he arrived at a coffin, and then bowed.

Some coffins had relatives and friends standing by to thank them, but most of the coffins were empty.

"It's so sad. If I die, there will definitely be no one to accompany my coffin. I wonder if those who left first will feel lonely." Zhang Sicheng beside Xiao Chen sighed melancholy.

"I don't think so." Xiao Chen replied, but he didn't give his reasons. He had communicated with those dead souls, and they were just some fragments of memory.

"It's more important to marry a wife quickly. If you give birth to a son, someone will see you off. My kid in that world has no father to take care of him, and I don't know if he misses me." Chen Hansheng wanted to make a joke, but he was also infected by the sad atmosphere.

"He must eat well and dress well. Compared with this world, that world is really a paradise." Zhang Sicheng said, "But when it comes to marrying a wife, Li Jia is probably the one who has the best hope of achieving this. When I was recovering in the hospital, I saw him go to see the girl named Serinda every day."

"I said that you can't judge a person by appearance. The more skilled he is, the quieter he is. He can get a daughter of an earl by asking for help. It's amazing..." Chen Hansheng muttered.

Xiao Chen continued to place flowers and walked to Du Mei's coffin, but saw Shi Hao standing there, stroking the coffin with both hands, closing his eyes and crying.

He walked up and patted Shi Hao, saying, "Shitou, I heard what Li Jia said. You did everything a man could do. None of us can do it as well as you."

Shi Hao opened his red eyes, "But I just told her a day ago that if I let her be my girlfriend, I would definitely protect her safety. But a day later..., I, I feel sorry for her."

"Each of us has limited abilities, the key is to do our best. Really, you avenged her with your own hands, and she will surely rest in peace." Zhang Sicheng also said, "I have always felt guilty about Professor Lin's death, and I felt that others were just talking big when they comforted me like this, but after a long time, I finally slowly accepted this very simple truth and found that things were just like this."

Shi Hao nodded when he heard this, and suddenly remembered something, he pulled Xiao Chen looked at him and whispered, "Xiao Chen. I heard..." Shi Hao hesitated, "Can you communicate with spirits?"

"What?"

Shi Hao dragged Xiao Chen aside, "I heard from your comrades who came back with you that you learned the magic of talking to the dead. Is this true? If you really have such a skill, can you let me meet Du Mei again? Everything happened too fast at that time. I didn't have time to say a word to her."

"You may have misunderstood. I can't communicate with the dead. I can only feel some fragments of their approaching death."

"Then please help me once. Please, any information is fine. For example, for example, was she in pain at that time?"

Xiao Chen said nothing more, nodded, closed his eyes, and held his hands in front of him. After a while, a white light shone in his hands. Shi Hao looked at the light, as if he saw Du Mei's face, and couldn't help crying again.

The light slowly faded away, Xiao Chen opened his eyes and said: "Everything happened too fast, it was over before there was any pain. She was very calm and relieved when she left."

Shi Hao took a deep breath, hugged Xiao Chen, and repeatedly said: "Thank you! Thank you!"

In front of Ji Xun's coffin, Xiao Chen unexpectedly saw Morey.

Seeing Xiao Chen put the flowers on the coffin, Morey smiled and said, "I saw it just now. It was just a lighting technique. You can't hide it from me."

Xiao Chen also smiled, "The souls of the dead should not be disturbed. The living only need the comfort they believe in."

Hearing this, Morey nodded solemnly and said: "You are right. But some things must be done by the living."

"For example, revenge?" Xiao Chen asked.

"Yes. Ji Yijun and I may both need closure."

Xiao Chen looked around for a few times and asked curiously: "Where is Ji Yijun? Shouldn't he be here at this time?"

"He didn't come today. I don't know what role the son of the deceased should play in your customs. But he gave me a very wrong feeling. Ye Zi went to find him in front."

He looked at the coffin that was already covered with white flowers and sighed: "Our world is a world of constant war. I heard from your companions that your life before you came here was very peaceful and you didn't have to worry about the threat of war at all. For you, such a world may be too tragic."

"A peaceful world must be created by war. Morey, we have taken the first step."

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In this world without mobile phones, finding someone is a very strenuous thing. Ye Zi ran to many places and asked many people, but didn't see Ji Yijun coming to the funeral.

So she ran to the dormitory of Ji Yijun and his father, and found him as expected.

The current Ji Yijun is something she has never seen before. He is wearing a plaid shirt and a pair of jeans. He is standing in front of an easel. He is holding two or three gouache of different thicknesses in his left hand and another in his right hand. He is drawing on the board. There is a portrait painted on it.

Ye Zi was surprised to find that Ji Yijun's skills were very good, and the image of a family of three on the screen was about to pop out.

A woman, quiet and kind; a boy, naughty and lively; a man... his father Ji Xun. Ji Yijun painted very carefully. He was using a No. 2 gouache to outline his father's eyes. Those eyes are bright and resolute, making people feel full of fighting spirit and enthusiasm.

Ye Zi walked up behind him quietly, but before he could say anything, Ji Yijun spoke first.

"Don't bother me!" His voice was very cold, as if he was thousands of miles away. He didn't even look back at Ye Zi, but continued to draw stroke by stroke.

"He seems to be less kind in your painting. Uncle is a very good person." Ye Zi looked at it for a while and commented.

Ji Yijun's pen paused, and the dark brown shadow was drawn larger. He switched to the thin pen on the other hand, dipped it in a lighter ocher color, and added two strokes on the shadow. He took a few steps back, looked at the overall feeling of the picture, and retorted: "Kind? A good person? You can't survive in this world by being a good person!"

Ji Yijun suddenly became emotional and walked back and forth in the room for a few steps angrily. Then he threw all the pens in his hand to the ground. He put one hand on his hips and pointed at the portrait with the other and said: "He has always felt that he should just be a human being. He can live a peaceful life. He only practices martial arts to strengthen his body, but does this damn world give him a chance? He is a bad person, a bad person who will never show mercy to his enemies. I will repay him a hundred times as much as possible so that no one in this world will dare to do such a thing to us! I said, he can find that person. I am waiting for that day, waiting for the day when the murderer trembles in front of me!"

"Ji Yijun, don't say that. Do you know how scary you look? Today is the day of my uncle's burial. You shouldn't stay here. Come with me to see your father off."

"I won't go. What's there to see in that black coffin? The person I want to see is here! Here!" Ji Yijun poked at the painting with his hand, and his eyes became red, but he held back a tear. fall.

"Let him paint here." A middle-aged man's voice came from the door of the dormitory.

"Principal Guo? Aren't you hosting the ceremony downstairs?" Ye Zi was surprised to see Guo Qian come in.

"The ceremony is over. They still need some time to say goodbye." Guo Qian was wearing a black suit and a plain tie today. He looked at Ji Yijun, who was still standing in front of the easel, trying hard to keep his eyes open to prevent tears, and then looked at the portrait painting that was about to be completed.

Guo Qian pointed at the man in the portrait and said, "I hope you can become such a person in the future. I believe this is your goal now."

Ji Yijun opened his mouth wide and looked at Principal Guo at a loss.

Guo Qian added: "I know that in this painting there are not only things you expect your father to have, but also things you want to have yourself. Protecting the people you cherish. This is your understanding of a man."

"Principal Guo...I actually..." Ji Yijun seemed to be choked and was speechless. He suddenly found that something he had been vague about was revealed by Guo Qian, and he was both relieved and frightened.

"Come on! My man! We still have a long way to go. We need men to stand up and support this new home for us. In this process, we can fall and we can sacrifice, but we You must know what you should do and what kind of person you should be. Many people are slowly starting to think about this, and I am glad that you are one of them.”

Guo Qian's eyes were full of encouragement at this time, making Ji Yijun feel a warmth in his heart. This is the feeling of being understood.

"But don't put too heavy a burden on yourself! There are many of us! We have many shoulders. No matter how big the pressure is, if we carry it together, how can we not be able to bear it down?" Guo Qian patted Ji Yijun's shoulder heavily. Turned and walked out of the room.

"Ji Yijun..." Ye Zi watched quietly as Ji Yijun slowly squatted on the ground, buried his head in his arms, and began to sob. He was gentle at first, then loudly, and finally cried wildly.

She looked at the painting. The man's eyes in the painting seemed to be looking at the blue sky outside the window, so proud, so proud to be the master of this world.

(The first volume ends with stars falling)

The first volume of "Starfall" is over. The time travelers have hesitated, worked hard, fought, and sacrificed, and finally have a place here. However, the veil of the world has only lifted a corner, and more challenges await them. Let's continue the story of Volume 2. Thank you for your support!