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The Crest of the Wolf Chapter 100: Honkai Impact (4)

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    In the early morning, the first cold wind blew up waves of shivering coldness.

    In the cold wind, beside the deserted street, the ink slips stood against the wall. He was thinking about something and looking at the distant rising sun that looked like a scene in a painting, until a tall figure appeared beside him.

    "You must go?"

    Mo Jian did not retract his gaze upward. Even without looking, he could still hear the sound of Ye Zi.

    "yes."

    Ye Zi slowly exhaled a puff of white air, pressed heavily against the wall, and looked at the distant sky like a painting, "I don't know what will happen to her."

    Mo Jian glanced at Ye Zi beside him and said, "Are you worried?"

    Ye Zi looked at the sky with a solemn expression and said, "I can't help but worry, after all, she"

    "So I must go." Mo Jian slowly lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and smiled: "Just like the promise you made to Brother Nan, as long as I still have breath, I will never give up.  She¡¯s broken.¡±

    "you¡­¡­"

    "Hey, Brother Ye, is there any paradise in this world?"

    Ye Zi stared blankly at Mo Jian who was looking lazily at the sky. At this moment, he seemed to have traveled through time and space, returning to the long-gone years and seeing the lazy young man who had gone far away.

    "Do you believe it?" Ye Zi slowly retracted his somewhat blurred vision, as if he wanted to search for something, and looked at the distant sky again.

    Mo Jian shook his head, took a deep breath of cigarette, and said, "Even if it doesn't exist, sometimes people still can't help but want to believe it."

    After Mo Jian finished speaking, he stood up straight, threw away most of the cigarettes in his hands, and continued: "It's almost time for her to arrive, and it's time for me to leave."

    "Xiao Mo."

    Mo Jian stopped in response and smiled slightly, "What?"

    Ye Zi stared blankly at Mo Jian's strange smile, and sighed in an extremely rare way, "Don't be hard on yourself, after all, it's not your fault."

    "I'm fine." After saying this, Mo Jian turned around and walked down the calm street with long strides.

    Ye Zi quietly looked at the figure getting further and further away. After a while, he exhaled heavily and murmured: "Live strong and don't destroy yourself."

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    The station, either because the town is sparsely populated and too remote, or because of the severe cold that makes people shrink, is as calm as the empty streets.

    This is also convenient for Mo Jian. At least Mo Jian can find Nan Jiajia among the few people walking out at a glance.

    If there is one kind of beauty in this world that can withstand the passage of time, it is her beauty.

    Mo Jian quietly looked at the approaching figure, and the smile that bloomed at the corner of his mouth gradually stiffened.

    "You're back."

    When Mo Jian came to her eyes, she also looked at him, and when she saw Mo Jian, her beautiful face did not show the legitimate anger and hatred.

    Mo Jian stared blankly at her sad face and her empty eyes, with a flash of intense pain unconsciously in her eyes.

    "I'll pick you up."

    While Mo Jian said these words, he also held her hand. It was originally a soft and charming hand, but for some reason, it was cold to the bone at this moment.

    She should have broken away angrily, yelled angrily and cursed, but instead she was like a puppet on strings without even showing a trace of expression.

    "I'll take you to see him."

    Mo Jian's gentle smile finally faded from that lonely face. He turned away stiffly, holding on to the increasingly cold catkin, and strode forward.

    The road was not too long, or it was the numbness that came from her palms, or her silence that gave Mo Jian the illusion that it was as long as a lifetime.

    The road eventually ends. Even though it seems as long as a century, Mo Jian finally brings her back to the place they are familiar with.

    She didn¡¯t ask anything in the end, and he didn¡¯t say anything in the end. When he came back to his senses, a steady hand had been placed on his shoulder.

    The leaves were in front of him before he knew it, and there was a group of people beside him, a group of people who were as quiet as statues.

    The mourning hall is on the second floor, located in Namjoon¡¯s room.

    This is not his home, but it is far more like home than his. At least he likes it here far better than that deserted home.

      He was lying on the bed, the only bed in the room surrounded by decorations, with a soft smile hanging on his face as if he was trapped in a dream.

    She was looking at him, without words or crying, looking at him quietly as if time had frozen.

    The silence was finally broken by sobs, and ripples of grief suddenly appeared among the quiet crowd like a pool of stagnant water.

    Mo Jian was watching, looking at him with a blank expression like hers. He should have said something, but for some reason he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

    Li Tianying and the others did not go to school. Not long after Mo Jian led Nan Jiajia back, they also came.

    Of course they didn¡¯t come here to find Mo Jian, but just to see Namjoon, just as Namjoon¡¯s friends, to see him for the last time.

    Sadness is like a color, even in the untimely bright sunshine, it still fills the whole room with rich gray.

    Death is an irreparable sorrow for everyone, but for Namjoon, is it like this? If it is really like this, why would he leave with a smile?

    ¡°Perhaps for him, death is not the end of a period of despair, but just an inevitable arrival.

    He didn¡¯t explain his funeral, maybe because he didn¡¯t think about it, maybe because he didn¡¯t have time to explain, or maybe it was just because of his trust in Ye Zi.

    Ye Zi never let him down. No matter when Namjoon was alive or after his death, he did not follow the usual practice of cremating Namjoon, but chose to bury him.

    This may be because he knows Namjoon, and he understands how much Namjoon loves this land.
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