The white hair fluttered in the bitter cold wind, like the thin snow gradually melting.

In her last look, Tang finally saw spring.

……But,

Why?

Why can't even survive? Why can't even she survive in order to retain human history... Why does an old lady die in such a painful way?

He choked and hugged her headless body, sobbing. At that moment... he finally understood how much the price humans would have to pay to retain an era.

Since then, he has put on a mask.

The leader does not need to show his emotions. Everyone he cares about may become a prop for the enemy to threaten him.

Therefore—If the leader’s coldness and coldness completely covers up his emotions and becomes a cold stone statue that people praise, no one will be hurt by him.

When one person walks by, it is an alternation of torches after another.

Crossing the corpses of his predecessors, he fell silently in the flames.

Tang has been standing among the bones, bearing the burden that can crush his spine, chanting their names and carrying the stories of their lives.

——Until the time to see the dawn.

Ms. Zu Lixian's research process was very fast. She had a doctor named "Lin Yuzi". Under their leadership, the special medicine without side effects had begun to take shape.

One night, Su Shize stood in front of Tang's door.

Inside the door, Tang leaned against the chair, tilted his head, and his right hand was still maintaining the movement of writing. In front of him were hundreds of marching records. He was wearing a mask and his eyes were closed, as if he suddenly fell asleep while writing.

It was not until Su Shize walked in and covered him with a quilt. Tang opened his eyes and continued to write down tomorrow's military arrangements.

"Tang. You have been wearing a mask for too long." Su Shize looked at him.

The moonlight shone out from outside the window, outlining Tang's sharp black mask. This mask is an evil ghost mask with hideous sheep's horns to shock those who are unwilling to accept it.

Tang's pen tip was paused.

"I haven't seen your face for a long time. Can you take off your mask and show it to me?" Su Shize said.

Tang hesitated for a moment and took off the mask.

Su Shize stared at Tang and looked for a long time.

As the leader of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance, Tang is not old. His face is still as stagnant as a young man, and his eyebrows are still determined. However, these emotions will be hidden under the mask of evil ghosts and no one will see them.

——He seemed to have become a symbol of coldness, a metal medal of war, or a flag. As long as people see him, they know that the light of the lighthouse is here. As for how his heart will shake and suffer, no one can touch it.

This doesn't matter.

For a lighthouse, people will only care whether its light is bright or not, whether the base is strong enough, and whether it will feel painful.

Su Shize stared at Tang like this, for a long time, his eyes were drawn to his eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips, as if he wanted to completely imprint the face that he would not show in front of others. Only then did Tang realize in a daze that he had a human face, not a cold mask.

He couldn't understand what Su Shize was looking at, until he met Su Shize's eyes.

In Su Shize's eyes, Tang saw a lot of things.

He felt that he had hallucinations - otherwise how could he see so many clear images, all condensed in a person's pupils?

——Flying white birds, blooming flowers, timeless poetry and paintings.

So beautiful.

It makes people want to cry.

He slightly looked at the line and saw rows of photos on the cabinet - it was in the early days of the war, and he retained all the images of people who were very familiar with him.

Audis, Lawson, Mischelia, Martha...

"Do you still want to continue?" Su Shize brought a chair and sat down with his back.

Under the moonlight, the shadows of the two are very long.

"Um."

"The special medicine without side effects is coming out, and by then, everyone will think of history..."

"Um."

"But that's not enough. Gods can erase our history and erase the second time. We still have to fight until the Holy Allies no longer exist, until humans no longer surrender to Gods, until... Gods take back their lives."

"Um."

"The road is long, Tang. The road is long..."

"yes."

"But I know you will continue. On the day of success - I want to go to your hometown with you to see the white Chaoyanhua. I remember you said that your hometown is full of beautiful Chaoyanhua. If you can find a white flower during the New Year, you will be safe and happy for the rest of your life."

"……good."

"At that time, we will pick the white Chaoyan flowers for you and place them in front of your tomb."

“Yes.”

"Tang. Actually, I really hope that one day my grandfather, grandma, dad, and mom all left in this war."

"I can't let them down before they left, I can't let them go into spring..." Su Shize's voice became lower and lower.

“…”

Tang turned around and found that Su Shize was asleep. The moonlight shone on his somewhat vicissitudes of face, and their eyebrows and eyes were all similarly tired.

The chairs were facing each other, and it was difficult for Tang to touch Su Shize with his backhand. So he just looked back and didn't touch him. He looked for a long time until the moonlight moved, and a dawn light came up from the distant mountains.

It is close to the border of Longcheng, with mountains and mountains.

The thermos cup with wolfberry soaked on the table was still hot. Tang opened the lid, looked at the misty heat, and drank it all in one go.

A faint pain came from his throat, and he realized that the glass of water was very hot. His five senses were already quite blurred, and it was difficult to tell the water temperature. He had carried the emotions and memories of forty-four people for too long. No fire transmitter had lived for so long before. He clearly felt that his physical condition was getting worse and worse, and it was difficult for him to walk smoothly.

“…”

He looked at Su Shize, and could only see a blurred moonlight in his vision.

It seemed as if everything turned into moonlight.

He walked to a thermal insulation cabinet and took out a white flower in it - this was the flower he left behind before the war spread to his hometown before his hometown was destroyed.

He did not tell Su Shize a cruel truth - his hometown had been destroyed long ago and was destroyed by the war they had personally started - there would be no more white Chaoyan Hua.

He placed the last white flower on Su Shize's left chest pocket, and tightened it with a "click" of the medal, as if he had handed over something. He let out a sigh of relief and relaxed his eyebrows.

Then, in this land burned out by war, in this room full of the list of dead, in this beautiful and soft moonlight—

Tang slowly showed a quiet and soft smile.

It was exactly the same as the smile of his grandmother Martha.

It looks like moonlight.

...

The flowers are so beautiful.

...Let's go see it for me.

...

【No.46                                                             

...

The leader of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance died silently one morning.

An ordinary morning.

The geese outside the window passed through the mountains, snow was rising, the thermos was still floating, the marching record on the table was still at halfway, and a few drops of ink flowed out of the tip of the pen, making people feel as if Tang would still pick up the pen to finish it.

There are also several photos hanging on the wall, which are photos of him and his grandmother Martha traveling a few years ago. Among the beautiful flowers in the small town, the old lady and the young man held hands and walked towards the sunny direction, as if he would continue to walk.

...But he was indeed dead.

Whether it was too heavy leader pressure or the mental burden that was enough to crush his body, he failed to open his eyes again.

When she saw Tang lying on the table, as if she was sleeping in a deep sleep, Su Shize had nothing in her heart and her eyes were so dry that there was no tears.

He knew that this day would come sooner or later, and after Tang died, he would be the one who took over the fire.

Su Shize took over the memories and emotions of the first forty-five people.

According to Tang's request during his lifetime, Su Shize did not disclose this to anyone. He buried Tang quietly in the garden in the backyard. No one saw the funeral surrounded by Chao Yanhua. No one knew the day he died.

A person who was as soft as before was still alive, only the cold wordless tombstone left after his death and a white flower that was about to wither. Su Shize tried to talk to him, but Tang would not respond to him again.

Su Shize patted the tombstone, just like he patted Tang on the shoulder that day, saying that he would always stand by his close friend... and now the same is true.

Those who long to see spring still die halfway.

Su Shize calmed down and made himself stronger.

The moment I touched the white towards Yanhua, it was at this moment.
To be continued...