"Xiao Ming, why have you changed?" Moth looked at Wang Ziming in front of him in confusion. He mistakenly saw Wang Ziming as Wang Yiming, "How old are you this year? Xiao Ming?"
"I am 67 this year." Wang Ziming, who was 38 years old when he turned back in time, squatted in front of the wheelchair and held Moth's hand.
"You are already 67..." Moth midge seemed to be speechless for a short time. He kept bursting into tears. He didn't know why he was crying. "Why are you already 67? Are you already 67? Xiaoming, where is your mother? This is not our place. Home."
"Yeah, I'm already 67." Wang Ziming held Moth's hand tightly. At this moment, he was Wang Yiming and "also" Wang Yiming, because when he killed Gou Tao, he also stored Gou Tao's memory. Ordered a portion, "Mom is waiting for us at home. We will go home later."
"Oh, okay, let your mother see your face later. Oh, you are so old. Oh, Xiaoming, where is your son and my grandson? Where is your grandson and my great-grandson?" Mothfly asked confusedly.
"Everyone is at home, daddy." Xiao Ming patted the old man's hand and replied patiently.
"That's good, that's good, eh? Who are these?" Moth looked at the killers on the side and struggled to remember, "I seem to have seen you somewhere... Who are you?"
"We are Xiaoming's friends." The blind man answered, as if he was receiving hospice care, "Old man, don't you recognize us? We have met before."
Sesshu Xiaoye couldn't bear to watch anymore, because they knew that the adopted son who had been with Mochi day and night was dead, and now Mo Mo was just facing his "adopted son" from another world.
The matchmaker wiped her tears. She knew that "Xiao Ming" was dead. The Xiao Ming who said she wanted to protect them was dead.
The blind man said nothing, but took out a piece of rice cake from his hand and handed it to Wang Ziming.
Thirty-year-old Xiao Ming took the rice cake and ate it. He narrowed his eyes and enjoyed the taste of the rice cake: "It's so delicious, Uncle Xiya."
He began to think about his life.
A person's life may be long or short. Being able to live to be almost seventy years old and still do so many meaningful things makes Wang Ziming feel that his life is already worth it.
Escaped from the wormhole and returned to more than 60 years ago, wandering in Japan for more than half a month, and then was discovered by a Chinese scientist who came to Japan to investigate black technology and brought back to the motherland for adoption. Wang Ziming's adoptive father originally wanted Wang Ziming to Ming wanted to study hard and then serve the motherland, so he was sent to Germany to study in Germany to learn the most advanced black technology theory, but little Mingzhi was not here.
Because the adoptive father did not know what the child's childhood was like, Wang Ziming never told his adoptive father the "fantasy stories" he encountered in his childhood.
The activeness of the killers planted a different kind of seed in Xiao Ming's heart. It may sound hypocritical, but this seed was indeed born out of the concept of "being a hero and protecting others."
The irony is that a killer kills for "protection", but his identity and behavior are not inconsistent. Rather than saying he is a killer, he is better said to be an assassin.
He looked back at the people he had killed. The first was a notorious drug lord who colluded with the gangsters to allow a drug empire to grow locally. After killing the drug lord, he destroyed the drug empire.
The second place is a capitalist who cares little about human life. He uses slum people and homeless people to conduct experiments to develop health-care drugs. Of course, this drug also has flaws. In order to allow his company's drugs to be sold smoothly, these flaws are concealed. Using overwhelming advertising to promote the drug, people who have used the drug have fallen into the torture of degenerative memory impairment, and some people have died suddenly. Those who survived have become vegetative. After receiving the money, the blame will be thrown to another villain. The company will carry it.
The third is a politician who talks about benevolence and morality, but what he does behind the scenes is to molest children, molest young girls, and collude with capitalists; the fourth is a dictator in the third world, letting one child after another act as a Self-explosion soldiers; the fifth was the president of the United States who launched an aggressive war for oil...
Everything he killed can no longer be called a human being. Their existence will only plunge more families into dire straits. Regardless of the amount of reward or even no reward, as long as he finds that the crime is true, the law cannot punish him. He will personally deliver the bell to the door. This is who he is as a killer, no.
This belongs to Shuangxi, the life of an assassin.
The philosophy he practices seems very similar to that of the blind man.
"A killer is for fame and fortune; an assassin is for trust and righteousness." Shuangxi ate rice cakes and summarized his career as a killer.
Qin Xiya on the side heard this sentence and found that it was exactly the same as what Boss Gao said.
"Fortunately, fortunately, although I am a killer, what I have done in my life is the way of an assassin. Otherwise, I will definitely die with my eyes open." Wang Ziming recalled his past, half-squinting his eyes in a relaxed and comfortable manner, as if Lunch break for a nap.
At this time, he looked like he was twenty-two years old. He held Moth's hand and stretched out his left hand blankly, as if he wanted to hold other people's hands.
"Uncle, auntie, I'm cold." The ten-year-old said with some fear, "I wanted to watch "Ki Sekiro", but before I finished it, I fell into a wormhole. What a pity."
The blind man was the first to hold Xiao Ming's hand, and his fate-defying hands, Shuangquan, and Baduanjin tried their best to provide warmth for Xiao Ming, but the coldness still followed him like a shadow and even took over.
The blind man asked in a trembling voice: "Is it still cold? Xiao Ming."
Sesshu Xiaoye followed closely behind, leaning against Xiao Ming, singing the theme song of "Kisikiro" dejectedly. The originally cheerful tune was now half dead, but Xiao Ming listened with gusto.
The matchmaker wiped her tears and hugged Xiao Ming, just like she hugged him when she was a child.
"Uncle Xi Ya, Aunt Hongxiu, I really have a lot of regrets. I am so sorry that I have only known you for less than three hours. I am so jealous of Wang Yiming. He has known you since he was born." Shuangxi She was trembling, but after being hugged by the matchmaker, she was no longer so scared, "It's such a shame."
He never regretted what he did, but he did feel regretful at certain moments.
It's a pity that he has never said "I love you" to his parents seriously, because his childhood was very short. It was so short that after his biological parents died, he only got along with the blind man and the matchmaker who were "temporary parents" on the Gunmaru. It lasted less than three hours.
He also regretted that the rice cakes were so delicious and he had only eaten them three times now.
He also regrets that he has not met the woman with whom he can spend his life together and is still alone until now. He also regrets that he has not finished reading many books and has not seen the movies he wanted to watch... there are too many.
"Uncle and aunt, I have been thinking since I was a child, why were my parents killed, just because their destiny was to become killers? Is it because this was a necessary part of my parents' destiny?" He spoke a little incoherently. , "I'm not convinced. Other children have happy families, but why does my family have to be ruined? I'm not convinced. I hate this damn fate. Why are we all trapped by fate? Why can't we What about breaking fate? Why are there so many whys?"
The assassin who cut off a corner of the throne has now returned to the appearance of that little child. He is weak and powerless. On the verge of death, he is surrounded by everyone and welcomes his impending death.
"I'm not willing to do it... I'm not willing to just cut it, but not completely destroy it. I'm not willing to do it..." Xiao Ming repeated, "I'm so unwilling to do so."
The eight-year-old child cried aggrievedly. This was the first time they saw Xiao Ming cry. The sensible child cried so sadly that it seemed to hit the hearts of everyone present.
"Xiao Ming, Xiao Ming, look, what's daddy's face like?" The Alzheimer's Moth made a funny and lame face. He was already old and looked more like a wrinkled old orange.
His cloudy eyes seemed to see that funny and lame face. After wiping his tears, the seven-year-old child laughed: "It's very funny, Daddy Mothfly."
"Hey, Xiao Ming, Xiao Ming, have you succeeded? Have you succeeded in taking away the fate that the throne has brought to us?" Moth midge asked Xiao Ming, seeming to have regained consciousness, but still not so clear-headed.
It turns out that Moth has long known Wang Yiming's idea, the idea of taking the throne out of this world.
"No, I should have broken this fate." Xiao Ming replied to the moth, "It gave us the possibility to resist fate."
"Okay, okay, okay, now all of us can resist fate. Since everyone can resist fate, why don't you give in? It was you who broke the destiny and made everyone resist. Opportunities, what is there to be unwilling to do? You are the first person, and there will be second and third people walking on the path you are taking now. They or they will practice it from generation to generation. Your path will be until fate can no longer control us. If you think about it this way, what is there to be unwilling to do?"
The old man gasped for air, and then said.
"You have already carried the flag. When the flag bearer is tired, he should take a good rest. If it is handed over to the next person, no one will talk too much."
Moth clapped his hands happily. He was sincerely happy for Xiao Ming and also explained to Xiao Ming, "So Xiao Ming, don't blame yourself. You have done a good job."
"Really? Am I doing so well?" Xiao Ming asked himself, and then answered, "I think so."
Seemingly having exhausted most of his strength, the moth midge stopped and panted: "Just drive if you want, just drive if you want. Huh, I'm tired. I'll take a nap first. Xiao Ming, take me to your mother." Go there, even though you are not our biological child, your parents are still happy and proud of you, and proud of you."
Moth midge said, closing his eyes with a smile on his lips.
Moth midge died at the age of 101. His sense of existence was as basic as his code name, but neither the ecological cycle nor this story could be without it and him.
"Dad...Mom..." Xiao Ming murmured, holding Moth's weak and temperature-lost hand. He thought of his biological parents. Although their appearance was blurred, they were gradually becoming clearer now.
"Dad, Mom, I'm so cold." He looked like that child, but he was not wearing the kindergarten uniform.
"Not cold, not cold, 'Mom' is here." The matchmaker's motherly devotion made Xiao Ming seem to see her own mother.
"It's neither cold nor cold, 'Dad' is here too." The blind man cooperated with the matchmaker, and his face became more like his father's.
"You are lying. You are obviously Aunt Hongxiu and Uncle Xiya." Xiao Ming laughed, "But I don't mind if you lie to me."
After a pause, Xiao Ming spoke again.
"Uncle Xi Ya, I want to tell you that you have been marked by the throne, and your journey from now on will be filled with bloody killings. I want to say... ahem, no matter what happens in the future, please don't If you fall into the path of Shura and only killing is left in your life, then you will no longer be able to feel many things.
You won't be able to feel Aunt Jiang Ling's love, you won't be able to feel the seasoning powder on the potato chips, and you won't be able to feel the taste of the ice cream. A life in which you can't feel anything will really become a life without any hope. "
"I won't fall into it. I will only kill the people and things that deserve to be killed, just like your assassin." The blind man held back his tears.
Even though they had known each other for less than three hours, the blind man still couldn't help but want to cry. He held it back last time, and he wanted to hold it back this time too.
"This is not my way of assassination, Uncle Xiya, this is actually... your way of assassination." Xiao Ming said, holding the blind man's hand tightly, "Because uncle, you gave me the opportunity to swim against the current." The courage, so I have the courage to swing the sword to the throne. Because you gave me the courage, I will unconsciously imitate you and want to be like you. This is not so much my way of assassination, but my way of being an assassin. It's better to say it's yours, so please stick to your own way and don't fall into the bloodthirsty way."
"I will stick to it." "That's good, that's good. I'm sorry, I don't want to lie to you."
"It's okay, I wronged you." "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." "It's okay, Xiao Ming, there's no need to apologize anymore." "Okay."
The matchmaker burst into tears, her tears wetting Shuangxi's suit that no longer fit her.
"Aunt Hongxiu, no, sister Hongxiu, do you know ladybugs? Seven-star ladybug, ladybug."
"I know."
"The seven stars on the ladybug's back represent the seven kinds of suffering in the world. It bears all the misfortunes to make others safe; perhaps this train of fate is not to make people surrender to fate, but to let you understand the past and present. , how to control the future, and how those trivial things can cause violent storms. When you understand all this, you will have the spirit to no longer succumb to fate.
The seven-star ladybug is also red, and you are also 'red', so auntie, you are actually the 'seven-star ladybug'. The seven-star ladybug is a holy insect that carries the misfortunes of the world. It flies carrying these seven kinds of misfortune and misfortune.
You are the saint who bears the tribulations of the world and brings us peace.
So don’t blame yourself for everything. It has nothing to do with you. You have shouldered the adversity and brought blessings.
Do you still remember the fire in Chinatown? In fact, it was because of your arrival that no one died in the fire. It was you who suffered the disaster. You should be more happy.
This time the Gunmaru is not a disaster caused by you. If the train hadn't been jumping through time and space, there would have been new chosen killers boarding the train at every stop. Those guys are very difficult to deal with, and you alone can't do anything about it. It is because of you that I have fought, so the train will continue to jump through time and space to avoid those troubles.
And if it weren't for you, Wang Yiming would have died at a very young age, Xue Zhou and Xiao Ye would have died in the hands of Su Nagui's other men, and Uncle Xi Ya would have died too,
However, because it was you who shouldered the tribulation, everyone is still alive now.
So, stop blaming yourself, you have not brought disaster to anyone.
Please don't be sad. I have no regrets or regrets about dying. I am just a little afraid of death. But with you here, I am not so afraid. "
Xiao Ming's tone gradually weakened.
The matchmaker couldn't help but nod her head as she listened, with tears streaming down her face: "I won't blame myself anymore, Xiao Ming."
"That's good, that's good. I'll give you a gift, Sister Matchmaker, please don't refuse." As he said this, a changeable mask entered the Matchmaker's body.
As if most of his strength had been taken away, he spoke again: "Uncle Xiya, I want to eat rice cakes again."
"Okay, come and eat, Xiao Ming." The blind man materialized the rice cake again, tore open small pieces and fed them to Xiao Ming.
Slowly, he gradually stopped talking and just ate rice cakes with satisfaction.
"Uncle Xiya's rice cakes are really delicious. I want to eat them again." He licked the corner of his mouth, "By the way, Uncle Xiya, I'm giving you a gift. Please don't refuse."
"You can eat as much as you want." The blind man nodded and wanted to feed Xiao Ming, "Just forget about gifts and so on..."
Before he could finish speaking, a faceless pure white mask sank into his body, and the accumulated strength completely dissipated.
At this moment, Xiao Ming no longer opened his mouth to eat the rice cakes that he had longed for. His appearance was fixed at this moment, at the moment when they first met. He never turned back, but... he just fell asleep quietly. .
The songworm, which had never chirped in its life, also fell into silence after becoming a blockbuster.
He went to another level of 'Final Land'.
[Mission completed, do you want to return? 】【no. 】
The blind man faced the moth: "Good night, Mr. Moth."
He gently hugged Xiao Ming. He was not a double rhinoceros. He was the sensible and cute Xiao Ming from beginning to end.
"Good night, Xiao Ming." The blind man didn't know whether he was talking to Wang Ziming or to Wang Yiming, who was lost in the throne space.
Perhaps, he was saying good night to the two little ones.
"Good night, Xiao Ming."
Outside the platform, the setting sun at dusk cast a warm orange light, falling on the shoulders and faces of several people.
On a branch not far away, a cicada that had broken out of its shell long in advance climbed up and started chirping.
"I know~ I know~ I know~"
