But he didn't care about these glory, and he turned over and sat on the wet and cold ground.

Godo appeared beside him, carrying a plastic bag in his hand.

"Even if it's special training, there's no need to make yourself so scary and scary."

After saying that, he threw the plastic bag over.

Rongguang hurriedly reached out to pick it up.

But nothing hit his heart, his palm stretched out was upward, and he didn't grab anything. Only the cold rain fell down, diluting the dirty water in his hand.

Rongguang takes the lead in seeing, where is there any other Godot?

"Godor, a little stupid..."

"You're a fool"

Rong Guang looked up at the sky and let the fine raindrops fall on his face. This time he did not squint, but opened his eyes wide. He could see the rain dripping from the sky, connecting it into fine white lines.

Hit him in the face and dripped into his eyes.

He blinked, and the rain spilled out of his eyes again and slid down his cheeks.

Yes, how could it be a dream? So real... how could it be a dream?

Godot, really died...

The person who drives himself to train, picks him up, cooks for himself, takes care of his life, and trains for himself. When he is injured due to special training, he will yell at himself anxiously, and object to him, but in the end he still buys himself a pair of protective gear... can never go back to his home in Brazil.

I could only lie in the narrow box and temporarily stored in the management office of the cemetery, waiting to be buried in the soil.

There is a tombstone with his name engraved on it, and a bouquet of flowers is placed on it.

Then when the flowers wither and are blown away by the wind, they are gradually forgotten by time.
Chapter completed!