This navy can deal with him, how dare he kill White Beard!

In front of a huge tomb, Kuzan was sitting on a small stool condensed with ice, listening to the distant voice from the cemetery in the distance, and then dissipated in the air, a touch of softness appeared on his cold face. smile.

"Teacher Zefa hasn't changed at all..."

he murmured softly.

He looked at the unnamed tombstone in front of him and murmured:

"I'm sorry, the wine brought to you has been drunk by that kid in one gulp."

While speaking, his eyes became slightly dazed.

"But to be honest, I still admire him."

"What did he say in that article?"

"correct……"

"What you do, the navy will do; what you are, justice will be..."

"He said so."

"justice……"

"Tell me, if I had been more persistent and stubborn back then, would things have turned out differently?"

Kuzan babbled, and suddenly smiled softly.

"The little girl you saved back then must have grown up, right?"

"Will she find a partner that belongs to her?"

"Will she find... someone willing to protect her?"

"It should be."

Kuzan stood up slowly, and finally took a deep look at the huge tomb.

"I always think that kid will survive."

"You think so too... Sauro."

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In the cemetery, in front of Huoshaoshan's tomb.

Ron stood there silently.

He took out a cigar from his pocket, bit it in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep puff.

Feeling the pungent tobacco rushing through his throat, he became slightly refreshed.

He bent down slowly and put the lit cigar on the tombstone.

He slowly scanned his gaze from each tombstone.

Under each tombstone is a novel.

It's a pity that their story has come to an end ahead of schedule.

The rain is gradually decreasing.

At this time, there was a burst of noise not far away.

Ron frowned subconsciously.

It was a group of children, running and playing, and someone was holding a kite and toys in their hands.

For some reason, Ron felt a little displeased.

He just wanted to step forward to stop it, but Zefa behind him pressed his shoulder.

Ron froze for a moment, turned around subconsciously, but saw Zefa smiling and shaking his head at him and said:

"fine."

“It’s great that the kids have the opportunity to fly kites and blow bubbles here.”

"The people lying here, isn't their wish just for this peace?"

"And the responsibility of the children is to enjoy this peace and happiness with peace of mind."

Zefa pointed to the grave beneath his feet.

"A smile is the best gift you can give them."

Ron was moved.

He seemed to understand something.

At this time, bursts of jubilant and childish quarrels came from a distance.

"bring it on!!"

"This time I want to be a navy!! I don't want to be a pirate!!"

"No!! I want to be a navy!!"

"Pirates are so bad!!"

"That's it, next time it's your turn to be a navy!"

"Ok."

Ron followed the sound.

I saw only a few children holding sticks in their hands and playing house games.

The rain stopped.

The children stepped on the muddy water marks and made a brave gesture.

"Come on!! The big pirate Golden Lion! I want to attack you!!"

"Remember my name... I'm a vice admiral! Huoshaoshan!"

"I am...the hero of the navy!"

"Justice will never lose to evil!"

"Justice will win!!"

"Ahh! Don't come here!! I surrender!!"

"..."

Ron was struck by lightning.

He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and recalled in his mind the scene of those children playing house in that town that day.

His eyes were red and their sockets were moist.

But little by little, a bright and mellow smile appeared on his face.

Zefa noticed his expression, patted his shoulder with a smile and said:

"This world may not be as good as you imagined, but it's not as bad as you imagined."

"As long as some of the kids are proud to be in the navy, the sea won't be so bad."

"Think about it, the old man is waiting for you at the military academy."

After speaking, Zefa strode away.

Ron didn't seem to hear what Zefa said, but just quietly watched the children playing and playing in this quiet cemetery.

The dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, and strands of brilliant sunlight cast down, shaking off the haze of the world.

The lively and innocent children are playing on the green grass,

Colorful bubbles float up, like a dream.

Colorful kites fly into the sky against the breeze and spread their wings.

Ron stood in the sun with a smile on his face.

He suddenly realized what he should do.

He didn't know it before, and he didn't understand it.

Before time travel, he was a student living in a peaceful age,

He would never know,

It turned out that in some dark and dangerous places,

In the most perilous and desperate situations,

There is a group of such unknown people who work hard to guard the peace and happiness of themselves who are strangers to them.

Of course, that group of people doesn't need him to know.

They just need to be comfortable, comfortable, and free to enjoy the peace and tranquility they deserve.

but now,

He got it.

He also understood.

To become a soldier, for that little salary, what do you do, what do you want?

To put it bluntly, there is really nothing to draw.

If I had to give a reason...

That's the picture in front of you.

Ron smiled, and suddenly let out a long breath, as if he wanted to pour out all the grief, resentment and doubts in his heart.

He finally paid a military salute towards the densely packed graves, and strode away.

His footsteps became more and more determined.

The bright sun shines before his eyes,

Children play and laugh behind him,