In the jungle.
A young man was wearing black short-sleeves and black pants, but they were rolled up.
Sitting on the top of the mountain, looking at the void in front of him, the young man was in a trance and didn't know what he was thinking.
After a long time...
"Old fox."
The young man suddenly gritted his teeth and cursed.
"Even after so many years, this anger still won't go away!"
In the end, the young man got up and walked out of the forest step by step with his bare feet, looking at the cities in the distance...
"very nice."
"Just...out of place."
At this time, he, the lights of thousands of families, and the world were at peace, as if they were two different worlds.
perhaps...
Everything he left was left to that era filled with war, blood, and sin.
Enter the city.
In a fairly nice small courtyard, Zhang Xiao was already much older at this time, and she could vaguely see her hair growing gray.
As for Zhang Ziliang, he was sitting in a wheelchair as before.
Indifferent.
Zhang Xiao wiped his body carefully, looking attentive.
Seeing the young man entering the door, Zhang Xiao was startled for a moment, and a smile appeared on his face: "You are indeed not dead."
"Um."
The young man looked at Zhang Xiao carefully and asked, "Aren't you going to do experiments now?"
"tired."
"Sit anywhere."
At this time, Zhang Xiao looked more like an ordinary peasant woman than the experimental madman back then, with ordinary clothes, rough hands, and a somewhat dry face.
The young man took a look around. It was approaching the New Year, and there were red lanterns and couplets hung on the walls.
as well as...
A fox mask.
"You still have it?"
The young man asked with a trace of reminiscence in his eyes.
Zhang Xiao nodded slightly and said yes.
Finally, the young man's eyes finally fell on Zhang Ziliang. After a long silence, he took a deep breath and said, "Can... let me take him out for a walk?"
...
Zhang Xiao's body stiffened and he looked at the young man warily.
The young man laughed.
"I won't hurt him."
"It's just to fulfill a promise made back then."
Zhang Xiao stared at the young man suspiciously for a long time, then slowly nodded.
Pushing a wheelchair, walking on the busy streets.
The young man smiled.
"Look, this is the prosperous age you're after."
"As you wish?"
"Do you feel that you are very proud and a hero?"
"I should really take you to the deep mountains and old forests to see the skeletons of the investigators. Even the bones are black!"
"Do you know that in those days, all that could be heard in the forest were wails of pain?"
"Can you hear the cries in the middle of the night?"
"You are a hero, you are great."
"You're dead, but what about them?"
"ah?"
"Is it fair?"
"Thirty-eight thousand, five hundred and two people!"
"Thirty-eight thousand, five hundred and two graves!"
"I buried it with my own hands!"
"I really should send it to you, so you can see and listen to it every day!"
The young man was a little excited.
finally...
Taking a deep breath, he finally regained his composure.
"Sometimes I wonder..."
"So what if I don't want this prosperous age anymore?"
"Those investigators couldn't bear the pain. At the end of their lives, they became crazy and attacked humans. Should I stop them..."
"but..."
"No one of the more than 30,000 people left the old forest."
"At that moment, do you know how much I wanted to kill someone?"
"I..."
The young man just stood on the street and kept shouting.
Zhang Ziliang, on the other hand, remained motionless, like a sculpture.
The people around him looked at the young man, and then at the old man Zhang Ziliang, their eyes suddenly filled with disgust for the young man.
…
"These are the fireworks you left behind back then."
"Come, in your prosperous age, watch your fireworks."
The fireworks were small and old-fashioned.
It also looks a bit shabby.
Place it on the ground and light it...
With a crisp sound, the fireworks took off and exploded.
Not colorful, very ordinary.
"It's pretty ugly."
The young man pushed Zhang Ziliang's wheelchair and smiled.
the next day...
In the park.
The young man was sitting beside the wheelchair, resting.
A little girl held a drawing board in her hand, looked at Zhang Ziliang timidly, and asked in a low voice: "Grandpa, can I draw a portrait for you?"
The young man next to him smiled: "Okay."
The little girl was drawing awkwardly on the drawing board. Her drawing skills were not very good and she was even a little immature, but her expression was very serious and meticulous.
In the end, Zhang Ziliang's body was somewhat deformed on the drawing board, with clusters of flowers behind him.
But Wang Ye's eyes were a little red.
perhaps...
This is Zhang Ziliang's only... painting.
"Thank you, grandpa, I will definitely become a painter in the future!"
The little girl said politely, and finally asked: "Can I know your name?"
"His name is Zhang Ziliang."
The young man said.
But the six-year-old girl exclaimed: "Is it the big bad guy Zhang Ziliang?"
The young man looked at Zhang Ziliang with a complicated expression, then looked at the park filled with laughter and laughter, shook his head slightly, and said with some vicissitudes of life, but also in a low voice: "No..."
"He is a great hero, Zhang Ziliang."
The little girl nodded ignorantly: "Brother, what is your name?"
"I..."
"I don't have a name."
"If there is..."
"Please call me Mr. Ghost..."
