Jian Zhiheng feels scared whenever he thinks of this.

During that time, he was physically and mentally exhausted and wanted to go back to the dormitory to sleep immediately. But considering Hou Wenguang's mood, he still forced himself to drink with him. This decision also saved his fate.

At that moment, Jian Zhiheng truly realized how important it is to give people warmth. When a person reaches a desperate situation and is confused, whether you pull him or push him or push him may change the other person's life.

I have received help from many people, and these little bits of warmth have made him now. Now is the time to let him pass on this kindness and continue to warm more people.

He would not doubt human nature because of Yin Qiao's experience. There are indeed good people and bad people in this world. Good people may fall into the abyss by a moment of thought, and bad people may turn back under the opportunity. Although it was the first time that he had caused him to experience hatred and did not want to forgive him, it was because of the existence of such a group of people that he cherished the beautiful human nature more. He always believed that there must be more good people than bad people.

As the days passed day by day, Yin Qiao's shadow gradually faded with the complicated times. Those once unforgettable sorrows were like inscriptions engraved on the beach, washed away by the years and left only a layer of shallow marks.

Others still live the same life. Hou Wenguang still failed to get into the senior high school entrance examination. He chose to enter society early and work on the construction site. After several years of hard work, he is now the owner of a factory.

Considering Yu Liyan's psychological trauma and her dual identity as a student of artistic talents, the college gave her certain extra points. She successfully promoted to the High School and met Jian Zhiheng again on campus.

Looking at the mature girl with a tall figure, more gorgeous makeup and more beautiful hair color, her face could no longer be seen with the sadness of a few months ago. When she passed by, her perfect and proud smile made her look like a victorious peacock.

Mi Ziyao was waiting for her not far away with a thick pile of books. After attending the High School, they were assigned to the same class. For them, the next three years will be so beautiful and full of hope.

Then, the two looked at each other and smiled and walked away side by side. Their backs looked like such a perfect pair of people.

Jian Zhiheng's heart was like being stabbed by a very thin needle. If Yin Qiao was still alive, she would have been promoted to the High School now. She could continue to squander her youth arrogantly, find a boyfriend who is more handsome and better than Mi Ziyao, work hard to work hard on her journalist dream, continue to watch the blue sky and sunshine, and spend her best age full of vitality.

In the end, the passing of a living life made Yu Liyan famous, her relationship with Mi Ziyao, and the media that made a big profit in this incident.

Apart from that, there is nothing left.

Sometimes Jian Zhiheng would also think of the girl who was sitting in the classroom and gently teaching him to sing, her slender fingers were flexibly beating on the keys, and her voice was like the crispest oriole. But in that innocent era, that green smile and those simple beauty had been thrown away more and more in time.

Yin Qiao's family is all good-looking, and after the incident, they just cried silently. They repeatedly said that they didn't want to make things difficult for anyone, but they just blamed their daughter for being blessed. Jian Zhiheng often visited them and took care of them. From them, he could understand why this family could raise a good daughter like Yin Qiao.

Although kind people failed to get good rewards, they chose to warm the world and be cold-hearted, but Jian Zhiheng had already found a direction early.

Your footsteps are closely related to the fate of the people around you. So, do you hope there are more girls like Yin Qiao in the world, or do you hope there are more cruel murderers who are either for love or for hatred?

Only warmth can bring warmth, but hatred can only bring deeper hatred.

Therefore, when I met Guan Zhen in the new class, the melancholy young man who was shrouded in a layer of haze and isolated by the whole class, Jian Zhiheng chose to help him without hesitation.

From the beginning, he knew that there was a story in him, and it must be a story full of darkness. Jane Zhiheng didn't want to explore his story. All he wanted to do was to pull him out of the desperate darkness.

At the beginning, he ignored Yin Qiao. He didn't know what she had been under the responsibility of being alone for more than one year. But this time, he would never ignore any friend again.

...

Three years of life passed slowly.

Yu Liyan still finished the High School. Although she had received more guidance in the past three years, this girl who had transformed into a proud peacock would no longer have any fear.

Mi Ziyao and her did not break up until graduation. In the student days when couples frequently broke up and got together, those who had worked together for three years like them naturally aroused the envy of many people. Yu Liyan's "black history" seemed to have been washed away by her sweet love.

After graduation, Mi Ziyao ran around to find a job, while Yu Liyan continued to work as a model. Her fame began to become more and more famous, and the endorsement brands she received became bigger and bigger. Her photos also gradually rose from small advertisements mixed in the last page of the magazine to the headlines on the cover.

People's lives must continue, and only Yin Qiao's family's pain will not end.

Before coming to the Heavenly Palace Gate, Jian Zhiheng went to Yin Qiao's grave alone to see her.

He had thought about it since early on that he would not be pessimistic or despair. He would take Yin Qiao's part to live together and take her to see the wider world.

...

Some people say that when you stand in the light, you think the world is full of light. Jian Zhiheng admitted that he may have never seen the real darkness, but because of this, he is willing to bring light to more people.

Being able to see darkness is not glory. It is not necessary for more people to experience the destruction of darkness in their lives. This is the direction that people should work harder.

His eyes were dazed, and the campus and the forest were blurred in front of him again into this deserted village. Jian Zhiheng slowly withdrew his thoughts, took a deep breath, and felt the weight of his shoulder armor.

He is still participating in a world-class trial mission, and he will never give up.

"Aheng, the enemy is coming again!" A scout was running towards him from a distance.

Jian Zhiheng stood up, and after this moment of rest, he refilled his eyes with a hint of perseverance.

"Prepare to fight."

...

While Jian Zhiheng was still fighting against the enemy, Guan Ci, who was far away in Jicheng, was making the most difficult choice.

"What... I'm the only one..." There was obvious fear in his eyes, and even his voice became weaker.

"The main forces are now fighting against Group A. You can lead a team of troops and take a small path from behind." Jiang Caini glanced at him impatiently, "But you are the only one who can separate yourself. Who will go if you don't?"

"This..." Guan Ci was speechless for a moment, "Don't Feng Qiwu want to care? Aheng... After all, he is also a soldier in Jicheng."

Jiang Caini sneered contemptuously: "Feng Qiwu? You are too naive! He doesn't even care about his attack on the front line, but he still cares about you Jian Zhiheng?"

During this period, the two groups had a fierce battle, but only Feng Qiwu was out of the matter throughout the whole process and sat firmly on the Diaoyutai. When someone went to ask him for instructions, he just said coldly, since he no longer regarded me as the head coach, he wanted to ask me to save you now?

He always regards this mission as a game, and seems to have no concern at all about the belonging of his city and the lives of virtual soldiers who are continuing on the battlefield.

"You just think about it carefully," Jiang Caini didn't want to say more to him, "Jane Zhiheng has been trapped for several days, and he has no food. If no one goes to save him, he will probably be helpless."

"Of course, he is not an important person in the team. He is less than him, so it is not necessary to save him."

Guan Zhen wanted to say something else, but Jiang Caini had already sorted out her armor, jumped down the city tower again, and went to the front line.

Perhaps, what she said makes sense.

At the critical moment of Jicheng's survival, it is indeed impossible for others to give up defending the city and rescue Jian Zhiheng for him. He is the only one who can leave freely on this occasion.

But... he has never tried to act alone. He has long been used to being the ruler of everything by Jian Zhiheng. He is his king, and as long as he is the general of the king, he will sacrifice his life for the king if necessary. Now, the king is in a deserted village and becomes the only savior. Of course, he has to save the king, but can his incompetent general really save the king?

Guan Qing trembled all over. He felt fear, his mouth was dry and even a little suffocated. It seemed that he was back to the fear of being abandoned by the world.

Every time, every time he takes a critical step, at Tiansheng Academy, he can stand on the stage and sing in front of all the students; in the Time Bell Tower, he can persist in walking and fight side by side with the king; and during the assessment of the Tiangong Gate, he can break through his limits again and again, including cracking Xu Miyi's illusion, that's because Jian Zhiheng is with him. Wherever he is, his pillar is his own destination!

If he chooses to give up this time, then he can still continue to be the self hiding in the turtle shell. He can never walk independently. Although it is great to curl up in a safe corner like this, but...

However, Jane Zhiheng is his only warmth, his redemption, and he cannot watch his redemption besieged and died! Even if that is not real death, he will definitely not be able to accept it!

...

With a team of virtual soldiers, Guan Ci is cautiously advancing towards the deserted village where Jian Zhi is always trapped.

He was unwilling to fight against the enemy head-on. Although these virtual soldiers were assigned by him, none of them had independent consciousness and no one could make any decisions for him. If a large war could only be controlled by him alone, he would be really panic. His remaining confidence was not enough to support him in accomplishing such a "feat".

In a team, there will be people like Feng Qiwu who want to monopolize the power everywhere, such as Jian Zhiheng and Ren Jianfei who focus on coordination and stability, but there will also be people like Guan Zhen who do not want to attract attention and dare to hide behind his companions. Such an individual is indeed a drag and is not suitable to participate in such a trial at all.

At a distance from the destination, Guan Zhen ordered the team to stop. He sent out a group of virtual soldiers to inquire about the distribution of the enemy, and the other group went to the granary to transport grain and grass.

In his plan, he wanted to use virtual soldiers to open a gap in the enemy's encirclement and transport food and grass in. Jian Zhiheng and others were given supplies and recovered their physical strength, they could directly kill them. In this way, he would not have to attack the enemy head-on.

...

"Ange, Group B has sent reinforcements." At the station of Group A, a trialist had just rushed back and faithfully informed the latest battle situation.

Su Shian was sitting lazily on several cardboard boxes. His face was exactly the same as the photos taken by Group B. The slight difference was that his eyes were clearly more fierce and sharp from a close distance.

He was holding a newspaper in his hand, which was already very worn and the paper was faintly yellow, which was obviously a bit old. While waiting for the war report, he was reading this newspaper.

"According to the original plan, we will block the front and rear troops from the middle. Anyway, we cannot let them meet with Jian Zhiheng." At this time, Su Shian's expression did not change much, and he gave the initial order coldly.

For Jian Zhiheng, he sieges but does not attack, and for the attracted reinforcements, he hinders but does not attack them, and restrains them all here. Group A will be more confident to attack Jicheng.

Since he is only responsible for delaying the task, he doesn't want to waste too much troops. It is best to be able to wait for work.

"Who is the leader of Group B?" Another asked casually as each person executed the instructions.

"They only have one leader, a boy named Guan Zhen." The previous scout replied.

Su Shian's movements suddenly stiffened for a moment. In his eyes, a feeling of ecstasy, surprise, and a bit of sadness and anger continued to spread like ink falling into the pool water.

"Who do you think it is?"

"It's Guan Zhen!" The scout hadn't noticed his abnormality yet, "What's wrong, Brother An knows it?"

Su Shian twitched strangely: "I don't know you."

"No, it should be said that it is 'God has been intimate for a long time'." He said the last four words a little bit gritting his teeth, making people unquestionable about the meaning of it.

"Adjust the strategy and let the main force transfer the team." He got up from the cardboard box and went down to the ground, gently and slowly put on two white gloves, just like a dark doctor who was about to undergo surgery and was worried about the blood-filled hands. "We have been resting for so long, and it's time to fight a good battle."

"But Brother An, haven't you said before, we should take the 'to wait for labor' route?" someone asked in confusion.

"I just said, don't hit the one inside, don't say don't hit the one outside." Su Shian's answer was a little puzzled, but the next moment, when everyone saw his sudden turn of eyes, they cleverly chose to silence again.

"And, you must beat him hard!"

He held the newspaper tightly, and even with his gloves, he could see that every knuckle was tightly stretched. However, he seemed to have an inexplicable love for the old newspaper. Even with such a tight grip, there was still no wrinkle on the edge of the newspaper.
Chapter completed!