Without stopping for a long time, he walked along the only way that could be opened.

Most of the places in the base were covered with falling rocks. He walked along the way and saw many corpses that had turned into bones by falling rocks.

These bones were wearing white coats from their lives. Judging from their posture, they all wanted to escape, but they all died here without exception.

Fengyuan Kiyoshi didn't know how the people sent by the organization came to that conclusion, but it did not prevent him from using his way to find what he wanted.

He leaped through the cracks of falling rocks, big and small, removed the blocked obstacles, and came to the area where the boy once lived in his memory.

This area is not large. There were many people living in the first place, but later only one person lived here.

He pushed open a somewhat twisted and deformed door and entered the back room.

Because no one visits, the things in the house are still preserved intact.

Fengyuan Qingsi saw many books, and various books were placed on the bookshelf, from literary classics of children's books, covering the entire growth process of a teenager.

He slowly stroked the bookskins, and the black gloves were covered with dust.

Eventually his fingers stayed on a book by Yuhei Mino.

When he first met him, he was at the memorial service of Yuhei Mino.

He has read this book and tells the story of a father struggling to save his seriously ill son.

He took the book off the bookshelf and began to read it with the light of the flashlight.

This book is obviously loved and is not damaged even if it is often read.

He flipped over slowly, then stayed in the blank space on the last page.

There are many words written on this page, and judging from the handwriting and ink marks, they are all written in different time periods.

Perhaps because life is extremely insecure, he can only write about strong and complex emotions, which is not easy to detect.

[I always thought he was my biological father until that day, I escaped, he took me from the police and sent me back.]

[It's good that this is true. Without love, there will be no hatred.]

...

【He died, very suddenly.】

[The person who told me this news sent me a Rubik's Cube necklace, which was the gift I wanted on my tenth birthday.]

[I can't tell you what kind of feeling in my heart. I'm not very sad about his death.]

【But it seems that my world has been completely separated and there is no connection anymore...】

....

[No one is cute, so I can only hate it. In this way, I have the support to survive...]

......

【It's over.】

[I have never seen fireworks, but before I died, I prepared a fireworks for myself.]

[This will be an unprecedented grand fireworks, and I will destroy it in the brilliance with this cage.]

[Finally, I wish myself a happy birthday.]

After a long time, the ink in front began to turn gray.

Fengyuan Qingsi's eyes remained on the last line of words and could not speak for a long time.

He felt a sour and astringent feeling in his heart, which had not appeared for a long time in decades.

He put the book in his pocket and continued to read it in the room.

But unfortunately, there are no other books or papers that have recorded things except this book.

After turning the whole room over, he walked to the door and looked at the room silently.

In a trance, he seemed to see a boy sitting in this closed room without windows, lonely, silently immersed in the world of books.

After a long time, he turned around and closed the door that had been twisted and deformed.

He has a lot of things to look for and can't spend too much time staying here.

...

The moonlight is bright and the evening breeze is gentle.

Tokyo was already asleep at night, and only the street lights on the road were emitting lights.

Gong Yu Qingchen sat on the rooftop wrapped in a coat, waiting for the fireworks that would bloom at 12 o'clock.

His failure this morning made him feel very unstable and needed something to relieve his emotions.

He chose to watch the fireworks.

He likes fireworks very much. The reason he appeared at Kanagawa Amusement Park was because he wanted to see the fireworks at night.

He couldn't tell why he liked fireworks. He probably had never seen them before, and wanted to make up for his past regrets...

The evening breeze blew gently, blew his hair.

He supported his head and looked at the distant sky in a daze, and his thoughts couldn't help but return to three years ago.

He should have died three years ago, in the explosion he carefully planned.

But I don’t know if it was God’s favor, but he, the man who was determined to die, avoided all the explosions without any damage.

It was like a magical drama, he stood by the explosion, but all the explosions avoided him.

He watched the group of researchers doing various experiments on him scream, roar and scramble in the explosion, scrambling to escape.

He felt relieved, but there was an indescribable emptiness.

He was waiting for the arrival of death, but the god of death seemed to be joking with him, and deliberately bypassed him and threw his sickle at the people who were running wildly.

Explosions continued to occur, and so many cries had never been heard in the base.

He looked at everything coldly, like watching an unrelated movie.

Until the explosion stopped and the entire base became quiet, he was not hit by the falling rocks, nor was he injured by the explosion, and was still safe and sound.

He could not describe that feeling, as if he was favored by God, allowing him to regain such a little connection with the world, and felt that his existence might have a little meaning.

Perhaps the goddess of luck's eyes were cast on him, and he found a ventilation duct that was not completely covered by falling rocks and crawled out of it.

When I saw the sunshine, the heavy dark clouds covering my heart seemed to be easily dispersed.

It was then that he suddenly understood what he wanted.

He wanted to leave the cold base and bask in the sun freely.

A loud noise came from the distant sky, and a grand firework exploded in the darkness.

Immediately, more and more fireworks bloomed in the air, and colorful streams filled the sky.

He watched quietly, his heart calmed again.

...

...

The morning sun shines on the ground from the branches, and Fengyuan Qingsi climbs out of the cave.

The suit that was decent when I came was now covered in dust and a little ragged.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the rising sun for a while, and helped the cat that had fallen asleep and was about to fall off his shoulders.

The car slowly drove away, and the deep mountains and forests that were almost unvisited have returned to peace again.

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