The little boy froze, raised his head, and stared blankly at Han Qingyu. After a few seconds, he silently reached back, grabbed his friend's arm, and motioned for him to turn around too.
The bamboo knife stopped in his hand, and the meteor hammer hung dangling.
"They know me." Han Qingyu didn't remember meeting them, but now he was very sure that these two children, only seven or eight years old, knew him, and this kind of recognition seemed unusual.
A child's eyes can't deceive. There may be excitement, nervousness, bewilderment and other emotions in there right now.
"Do you know me?" Han Qingyu approached and asked as kindly as possible.
The two children nodded nervously.
"Then who am I?" Han Qingyu asked softly.
"Major Qing!" Thinking that Major Qing was joking with him, the little boy with a bamboo knife said excitedly, his eyes shining.
"It's also Brother Qingzi. My mother said you can call him Brother Qingzi." said the one using the meteor hammer.
"Then my dad also said that when it comes to seniority... you have to be called uncle."
"I'm your uncle?" Han Qingyu was confused.
"No, you have to call me... uncle." The little boy said timidly.
Okay, uncle... Major Qing! Han Qingyu came back to his senses, as if my mother had called me the same name when I first woke up. I didn't hear it clearly at the time, but looking back now, it should be these three words.
Am I a major?
In fact, Han Qingyu had tried to guess before, whether he suddenly suffered a serious illness and was in a coma for many years like what he played in the TV series... When he woke up, the world changed.
But in that case, my mother’s reaction was wrong.
Now, this option can be ruled out completely.
"So, I lost my memory." Han Qingyu finally grasped the key clue, "But I clearly remember many things and many people. What did I forget?"
War, there has been a war in this world... Han Qingyu just started to reason and was ready to ask again.
"Dang rang rang rang..." The sound of a string of metal hitting the ground came.
A tall, rugged-looking man walked over from a distance, holding a threaded iron drill in his hand. The iron drill made a clanging sound as it mopped the floor.
The rocks on the ground are broken! Han Qingyu was a little nervous. When he looked at him unconsciously, he also looked over.
Then, "Click!" The man suddenly picked up the iron drill and broke it.
He broke the iron rod with his hands!
It's as easy as breaking off a dead branch!
Han Qingyu: "..." silently turned away.
"Ka! Ka! Ka..." As he walked, He Tangtang broke off the iron rod piece by piece and threw it on the ground.
Then he stopped talking to Han Qingyu and just walked past him.
Throughout this process, Han Qingyu didn't even look at him again.
Didn't run either.
Just stand still.
At this time, the people hiding and peeking on the hillside and in the corners of the wall were all laughing like crazy. While laughing, he said that the young prince and He Tangtang were going too far and seeking death, and then continued to laugh after speaking.
Han Qingyu was confused. The little train of thought he had in his mind was now shattered... because this scene was completely beyond his common sense and knowledge.
But the two little boys opposite him didn't seem surprised at all.
"Could it be that our village was moved to an alien planet? Was it used by scientists for experiments?" The bizarre plots that I had seen in the roadside science fiction magazines came to mind.
Han Qingyu cautiously did not ask any more questions on the spot, nor did he choose to go home. He went to his parents, who were probably brainwashed, to tell the truth. He walked forward silently, preparing to leave the village to take a look at, for example, the county.
…………
"Where is he going?" Yang Qingbai asked confusedly on the hillside.
"Maybe I feel confused here and want to go to the county to visit." Wen Jifei said.
"Huh? Didn't he find out everything?"
"Well, let him find out. That's almost enough, you guys!" Wen Jifei said, then walked down the slope and drove, following Han Qingyu from a distance.
The road from Fenglong'ao to the county town is a gravel road. In the familiar scene, a few scattered villages are scattered in the distance. There are not many vehicles on the road. Occasionally, when a few cars pass by, the driver will turn his head from the car window and look at Han Qingyu.
Han Qingyu also looked at them.
But because he was wearing a hospital gown, the drivers couldn't be sure of anything at a quick glance and drove past him quickly.
In this way, until we reached the outskirts of the city, there were gradually more and more people.
"Major Qing? Is that Major Qing?"
"Yes! It's him!"
Someone was talking quietly.
"Hello, Major Qing!" someone shouted excitedly.
Han Qingyu turned his head and looked at them... and turned back silently.
Just like that, because he didn't speak and his expression didn't look good, all the talking voices around him fell silent.
But when Han Qingyu lowered his head and continued walking forward, he knew that someone was watching him from a distance and following him, and more and more people were following him.
"I'm going crazy..." Han Qingyu stopped at the intersection and took a deep breath.
Why don't you find someone to ask directly? he thinks.
It’s no good if you don’t ask! He looked up and turned around.
His eyes quickly turned around and then back again.
Suddenly he looked at a certain place and stopped...
A few hundred meters away, a tall building that Han Qingyu had never seen before appeared in sight. The building was about nine to ten stories high. For a small county town, it could be considered a mansion.
This in itself is nothing. Han Qingyu's current emotional state is not in the mood to see any buildings. What makes him stay here is the wall of that tall building, the entire wall.
The wall went down from the roof and spread out with a huge portrait.
The person in the portrait is standing sideways, turning his head and looking back.
His expression was calm, but his eyes were resolute.
He was wearing black, slightly tight clothes, a style that Han Qingyu had never seen before. He was carrying a box on his back, similar to the boxes carried by the two little boys, but made of metal. Then two knives, and a huge and ferocious pillar sword that emits blue light.
"That doesn't seem to be a movie promotional poster."
"That person seems to be a special warrior."
"That person... seems to be me."
Of course, Han Qingyu didn't remember that he had ever dressed up like this before, or had such a state of eyes. Even the figure and appearance of the person in the portrait were slightly different from his self-image.
But intuitively, Han Qingyu was inexplicably sure that it was him, not someone with a similar appearance.
If that wasn't enough, there is a row of words on the right side of the portrait:
[Come on, pick up the sword and fight side by side with Major Qing. 】
...In this way, Han Qingyu looked at the portrait on the tall building, and the crowds from far and near looked at him cautiously and excitedly.
This went on for maybe two minutes, maybe longer.
"Major Qing!" Finally, a man not far away raised his arms and shouted to him.
Then, "Major Qing!" "Major Qing!" "..."
The cry spread like fire, the mountains roared and the tsunami roared, and the whole county was boiling.
"I have lost my memory." At this point, this has been completely confirmed.
"So, what did I do?"
"What is happening in this world?"
Han Qingyu stood on the street, turned around slowly, and looked around blankly.
