Chapter 251: Go Home

He Yu looked at the man.

Duan Cuizhen said, Xie Qingcheng is just the place in his heart, and that place can be anyone's. It originally belonged to a child's parents, and then to Xie Xue. It originally belonged to a child's parents, and later to Xie Xue, but they all, for one reason or another, couldn't stay in that spot for long.

Eventually Xie Qingcheng replaced them, making his heart whole.

It just happens to be Xie Qingcheng.

There is no Xie Qingcheng, it could be anyone else, don't get too attached.

But at this moment, when he watched Xie Qingcheng fall in front of him, and heard his last words, it was as if a sharp sword had been stabbed into his mind, which broke the steel cable that had imprisoned him, and stirred up the memories in his mind.

This man ......

Is it really replaceable?

He remembered Xie Qingcheng shielding him from the falling bricks and iron in the fire, comforting him in the face of life and death, as if even death was no longer so terrifying as long as he was there.

Is there really a second person, who can put his life, before his own?

He remembered Xie Qingcheng dancing with him in the tavern, and when he gave his hand to Xie Qingcheng, Xie Qingcheng finally lowered his eyelashes and smiled faintly, seemingly helpless and relaxed.

Was there really a second person who could sweep out waves like that in his heart and make him feel like April on earth and all the stars were shining brightly just by smiling down?

He remembered Xie Qingcheng's seriousness, his almost stereotypical gravity, his old-fashioned machismo.

Xie Qingcheng was so bad, yet so perfect, he remembered Xie Qingcheng's few smiles, his few tears, he remembered his calmness, his composure, his stubbornness, his persistence ......

All these fragments converge into a torrent, breaking open the confines of He Yu's heart.

Running forward, at the forefront is the dazzling sunshine, flooded with freshly scented grass.

He ran, pushed open the door of the closed guest room, ran out, chased after it, and he saw the back of Xie Qingcheng dragging his suitcase away in the sunlit back porch.

"Xie Qingcheng! Dr. Xie!!!"

Like countless cries in a dream.

Deep down he was never willing to let Xie Qingcheng go.

He has been sick for so many years, only Xie Qingcheng one person really treats him as a normal boy, only Xie Qingcheng has told him that all this is not terrible, more powerful than the disease, is always the human heart.

Only Xie Qingcheng has held him, carried him, and held him in his arms when he had a seizure instead of pushing him into a cold treatment bed.

There really would be another person who would be willing to hold him at that moment, despite the danger, and take him from the black straitjacket into warm arms, and there really would be another person who would find him in front of the endless summer bushes, and give him his hand, and say - don't you hurt, little boy?

No more.

Never again ......

He waited so many years.

In addition to the Xie Xue in his own hallucination, he also only waited for a Xie Qingcheng.

In no world, in no universe, will there ever be a second possibility.

"Dr. Shea! Dr. Xie! Please ...... don't go ...... don't leave me ...... please ...... please ...... "

That year, in the way of face, the young man did not rush out of the cry, as if at this time in He Yu's heart cavity trembled up. In fact, this is what he wanted to do at that time, what he wanted to do was never to stand rigidly in place, watching Xie Qingcheng pulling suitcases farther and farther away, he did not want him to leave......

He didn't want him to leave!

Xie Qingcheng's blood dripped down drop by drop, and the blood stain on He Yu's chest widened, soaking the fabric of his lapel, soaking the paper-folded rose in the pocket of He Yu's chest.

The white rose that he had folded up not long ago on the paper on which he had written his name in Xie Qingcheng, the rose with the word He Yu on it, he placed it in the place of his heart.

He Yu ......

He Yu.

He Yu!

Xie Qingcheng's blood blurred the handwriting on the white rose, the red haloed the pale petals, and in the warm blood, the paper rose seemed to really bloom.

Magnificent, eye-catching, flaming blood roses bloomed in He Yu's chest, and the feelings that were hotter than fire finally broke through the shackles, tearing apart the steel seal of thought, turning into a roaring red dragon that strangled the last few steel nails controlling He Yu in a split second, and the flames that were spattered by the flames and stars fell back to the empty pupils of He Yu's original eyes!

"......"

He Yu's almond eyes, in a flash, had light again.

With focus.

He suddenly let go of his bayonet and came back to his senses with a shout that truly belonged to him resounding through the crypts, "Brother!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Brother! Brother!!!" His entire self suddenly awoke, and all restraints were broken free. Tears welled up in his eyes and trickled down his dirty cheeks, and He Yu lost his voice for a moment, hugging Xie Qingcheng's shoulders tightly in the midst of the rubble.

What has he done! What has he done?!

"Brother ......"

He was trembling, holding the blood-covered body.

That ...... body that he personally killed the bayonet. He threw back his head and let out a beastly dying whimper, which finally became a heartbreaking wail.

"Brother, don't ......"

"No!!!"

"What are you ...... what are you talking about ...... what other people ...... what falling in love with someone else again... ...no one else ...... no one else! I was wrong, I said the wrong thing to break your heart ......! I'm not thinking this way ...... I haven't been thinking this way for a long time ...... I'm wrong brother ...... I'm wrong ...... "

"Wake up ...... don't go ...... please ...... don't go ...... "

"I didn't like Xie Xue ...... That was all in my own imagination ...... No one has ever really been that nice to me ...... Except you! ...... Except you! I haven't really liked her ...... I only love you ...... I only want you ...... Please ...... Please brother. You pay attention to me ...... you answer me, okay ...... brother ...... please ...... "

"Don't go ...... No one can replace you ...... I have nothing without you ...... Don't you go... ...Don't you go! Please ...... please please please ...... stay ...... I beg you to stay ...... "

Duan Cuizhen's blood compulsion device is still functioning in his heart and has not been removed.

But it couldn't manipulate him anymore.

Xie Qingcheng is never wrong, the power of the human heart is invisible, perhaps there are many people do not believe in this kind of thing, but it is there.

It will turn into a mother, father, husband, wife, child, brother, friend, comrade in arms, lover ...... It will turn into ideals, perseverance, gratitude, thoughts ......

It will turn into tears.

It will be transformed into poetry.

It is the love that makes the living unforgettable and the dead immortal.

It is the most solid armor that will always guard each and every one of them.

Duan Cuizhen has the most powerful technology, but never understood or believed in that power.

In the midst of tears, in the midst of wailing and despair, He Yu seemed to feel a gentle tap on the shoulder.

He looked back and saw in a trance the young doctor in a white coat standing in front of the endless mass of summer flowers.

It was Xie Qingcheng, who was only twenty-one years old.

The Xie Qingcheng of that time was tall and upright, with no gray hair on his temples and no loss of light. When he looked at him, those glazed peach blossom eyes were calm and peaceful.

Twenty-one-year-old Xie Qingcheng stood in the dazzling sunlight and said to him, "Kid, stop crying."

"Whether I am the one in your mind or not. In me, you have been irreplaceable."

"Do you know ...... actually in my life, I have lost a lot of things and given up a lot of things, but ...... I don't want to give up on you ...... I have never haven't given up on you ...... because you said that you believe I'm the only person in this world who would care about you. No one has ever, ever said that to me before." Xie Qingcheng said, "I hope that I finally ...... finally didn't let you feel disappointed."

He said, offering his hand to He Yu.

Radiating a glowing void, facing the demonic dragon kneeling in the ruins, Xie Qingcheng said softly, "Kid, look, there's a bridge over the lonely island."

"......"

"Walk out."

Step out into the sunlight.

Walked out into the crowd.

Walk into your future.

I'd like to be your bridge.

The Kid ......

There's no one to tie you down anymore.

I finally managed to unchain your heart ...... It was the last thing I did.

I told you you could trust me if I was there.

This time I didn't renege on my promise to you, I didn't leave you behind till the end.

There's the bridge.

He Yu, finish what I didn't finish for me, okay? I trust you as much as you trust me.

Then, with them ......

Go home.

The visions suddenly disappeared.

No more twenty-one-year-old Xie Qingcheng.

There is just a man who is so thin and so clear that he has lost his eyes, lost his consciousness, lost everything ......

"Xie Qingcheng ......" He Yu hugged the person in his arms, tears dripping down his cheeks as he sobbed uncontrollably, "Xie Qingcheng ... ...!!!"

His face was close to Xie Qingcheng's thin face.

The face that was covered in bandages and whose eyes could no longer be seen ......

He initially ...... loved Xie Qingcheng s eyes so much.

But at this moment, he felt that it no longer mattered what kind of eyes Xie Qingcheng had, whether they were peach blossom eyes or not, or even if they were there or not.

As long as Xie Qingcheng wakes up and hears his words, he will be able to believe that there is no one else in his eyes and that he will never have anyone else in his life.

He wanted to tell him that he would not be Li Ruoqiu's and had never loved the real Xie Xue.

He was willing to give everything, even his life, as long as Xie Qingcheng did not leave so sadly.

As long as Xie Qingcheng is still at ......

He has no place to return to.

Xie Qingcheng is gone. Where else can he go?

He's the only home he's ever known ......

There will never be another one after this ......

.

"He Yu, behind!!!"

Zheng Jingfeng's loud drink filled with grief suddenly shattered He Yu's trance.

He Yu turned his head back and dodged Vivian's bullets while holding Xie Qingcheng, whose life and death were uncertain.

He gasped for breath, his face bloodstained, and, still in the throes of violent grief, he reflected in his hollow eyes the figure of Vivian--

His mother, Xie Qingcheng's parents and mentor, Zhuo Ya's daughter, Li Yun's reformer ...... Duan Cuizhen utilizes the thoughts of the living for the dead, intercepting fragments of the dead's minds to build a torturous weapon... ...This is not scientific research ...... This is a crime! Outright, a crime against society, against nature, against unknowable gods and spirits!

He Yu, with bloodshot eyes and hot tears in his eyes, looked at the woman who was grinning.

He hugged the love of his life and looked at his mother.

But his mother should not have shown such an expression ...... Duan Cuizhen should not have used this body to do such a thing!

His mother wouldn't have done it, just as he, in fact, should never have stabbed Xie Qingcheng with a knife ......

It's all wrong ...... It's all wrong!

Extreme pathos and anger were born in his heart--

"Duan Cuizhen ......!!!"

As he shouted, the blood compulsion controller once again burst into flames, urging the mobile bunker to spread out completely in front of him. But this time, it was He Yu himself who had actual control over it.

He embraced Xie Qingcheng and let the shelter envelop them.

That way it's safe.

No one can ever take Xie Qingcheng away from him again, no one can ever separate them.

He Yu ordered the bunker to expand, and like a sprouting seed, its steel slowly toppled the vaulted ceiling of the crypt, toppling the masonry and gravel.

Duan Cuizhen whitens her face as she realizes that He Yu is trying to use the weapon to break through the crypt, exposing them to the rescue planes outside-he wants to save everyone and then take her life.

"Go kill her!" His eyes were red as blood, and he said, word for word, "KILL HER!!!"

All of the researchers around her had just released the clamp of the Primordial Emperor's blood parasites, and then all of them were firmly controlled by He Yu in an instant!

He Yu's blood parasites became unusually brutal and unleashed in a complete rampage, rendering even the Heart-Clearing Ring useless! The researchers all launched a desperate attack in Duan Cuizhen's direction, while the reformers were hastily blocking the way.

He Yu stared at her tightly, watching her as she screamed shrilly and laughed madly as she fled, like a mad dog that he had driven to the brink of extinction.

"Fools! A bunch of fools! You're all going to die! You're all going to die!

She moved extremely fast, and the researchers manipulated by the blood parasites weren't able to pursue her. But He Yu was watching him--

This was the chance! Despite running out of ammo, in a flash of light, He Yu, who was in mourning, found a chance to take aim at her, raised his hand and grabbed a sharp knife and dagger, and threw it fiercely at her!

The knife was hard and accurate, hitting Duan Cuizhen's chest in the middle of the melee!

The blood soared ten feet high all of a sudden!

"Ah!!!" Duan Cuizhen let out a harsh, miserable scream of extreme pain as she wowed and spat out a large mouthful of blood, looking at He Yu incredulously, "How dare you ...... how dare you ...... lay your hands on this body? You dare to lay hands on this body! This is your mother's body! How dare you ......"

He Yu's eyes are already all stars out, a darkness.

There was nothing he dared to do, this was something he had to do. He must take the life of this demon woman ......

Duan Cuizhen covered her chest and froze as she watched blood gush from the wound. The knife hit her chest but had not yet pierced her heart, and she had not immediately collapsed ......

Her vermilion lips quivered, and after a few seconds she spurted blood, but with her blood-spattered mouth open, she screamed hysterically and mute, "You ...... are so good! Bastard! Even if I am ...... destined ...... to die here today, I will drag all of you to accompany the burial! You ...... you give me ...... wait!!!"

She said, and out of nowhere, she probably drew her last breath and ran at breakneck speed to the main console.

Zheng Jingfeng and the other police officers tried to stop them, but as if sensing their imminent demise, the transformers rushed forward and fought with unprecedented ferocity against the uniformed officers. They surrounded them, forming an impenetrable wall of flesh and blood for a short period of time, protecting Mandela's mother, Duan Cuizhen, behind them.

"Quickly ...... hurry up ......" Duan Cuizhen covered in scarlet, blood dripping from his chest, in the shape of a corpse stood in front of the general console, while madly inputting commands at breakneck speed. While muttering with a green face, every now and then he also raised his eyes to look at the chaotic battle in front of him, "Hurry ......"

Zheng Jingfeng bellowed, "She's trying to blow up this place! She's going to die with us! Stop her! Faster!!!"

Both parties are scrambling for time.

But inputting commands was always going to be quicker than attacking, and the scarlet code in Duan Cuizhen's eyes flew upward in brushstrokes that seemed to set the pupils of her eyes ablaze, the grin on her face growing more and more twisted as she saw victory in sight.

She was never going to let these people get out unscathed, and they were too late to stop her! Even if she had to die, she wanted all of them with her!

She braced herself against the main console and couldn't help but laugh hoarsely and maniacally between those screens of scrolling data, "Haha ...... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Ha--"

Suddenly, there was a snort.

She froze, her open smile frozen on her face.

At first she didn't fully react, she just felt a little coldness in her heart.

Then she shuddered and slowly lowered her head, a shudder that became more and more violent as she saw a sharp alloy conduit poking out of her chest ......

Her eyes widened to a ghastly degree, her eyeballs almost bursting out.

The alloy conduit, because of its proximity to her, attacked with much more force than He Yu's bayonet, penetrating her chest ribs in only an instant! The whole thing was stabbed through!!!!

Duan Cuizhen teeth clucked and warred, and whether out of fear or anger, she twisted her head ...... and then, she saw it.

"...... you? Is it ...... you?" The voice had broken and was barely audible.

Her empty eyes reflected a figure in a white coat.

-- Anthony!

Only Anthony was still standing rigidly here at the operating table because he had previously been controlled by the Primordial Emperor's blood compulsion, and he maintained the state he had been in when the experiment was about to begin, with his brain still connected to the master control transmission conduit of the brainwave instrument.

In the chaotic battle, no one cared about him, because after linking up with the Chief Pipe Road, his movement was very inconvenient, and he could not move an inch, so Duan Cuizhen guarded against everyone but did not expect Anthony, who stood behind him, to suddenly move!

"No ...... how could ...... how could it be you ......? You ...... how could you ...... you have no reason ...... ah!!!"

Anthony looked extremely cold, not waiting for her to finish her sentence, the next second, he urged almost all of the drug conduits on the master console, those tubes are like millions of judgmental arrowheads, from all directions towards the Duan Cuizhen standing in the center of the master console to stab at him!

Duan Cuizhen was in a panic, but he was unable to avoid it, and after running two steps, he was surrounded by pipes coming from all directions.

The thousands of lives she had killed had turned into these chilly conduits at this moment, hunting her down and cutting her off at the end of her rope!

"Yaaaah!!!" Hundreds of metal tubes of varying thicknesses pierced into her flesh and blood as much as they could in the blink of an eye!

Blood spurted wildly, and this red-clothed woman's body looked like it had been hit by a million arrows! She was covered in tubes, and blood rushed out from a thousand holes, drenching the red dress she wore in an increasingly bleak and incandescent color.

"Ahhhh--!!!" Duan Cuizhen screamed at the top of his lungs, cloaked his head, threw his head back and knelt on the cold ground, "Aaaaahhhh ......!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Those catheters, leading in every direction from her front and back, connecting all the towers of solutions to the mother lode of illegal drugs that Duan Cuizhen has been making for decades.

And one of the thickest tubes that pierced her chest and was slightly withdrawn at Anthony's command, the one that was stuck between the flesh and blood of her chest ribs at that moment, was connected to the mother tower of RN-13's drugs!

"I won't let you hurt them, now that you finally woke me up." Anthony said softly.

He looked at her, raised his hand, and without blinking in Duan Cuizhen s eye snapping cry firmly pressed the RN-13 mother liquor transmission master valve.

In a flash, the solution stored in the water tower as thick as five people's arms and as tall as three people's feet poured out, all of it rushing towards Duan Cuizhen's slender body.

All of the forbidden medicinal mother liquids backflowed into her own body as much as they could in this instant!

Duan Cuizhen screamed hysterically, struggled, spasmed and convulsed ......

Where does she get off with the pain of an RN-13 injection?

Not to mention the dose!

"Who the hell are you!!! Who the hell are you? ！！！！ Who have I awakened? Who are you ！！！！"

The decibels of her screams had been nearly inaudible.

And Anthony just looked at her indifferently, never answering either.

Under his watchful eye, Duan Cuizhen's body soon became like a balloon that had been filled to the brim, taut to the limit, the solution input still unceasing, and finally--

"BANG!!!" There was a thud.

Blood splatters wildly ......

As if in a horror movie, the conduit rushed out of the bursting flesh and blood in all directions, spraying this sinister source liquid in the roiling air, while at the same time, because of the hydraulic imbalance caused by the unnatural operation output, those tower-like solution devices surrounding the general operation console exploded one after another.

The mother liquor liquid towers of the hearing water, the mother liquor liquid towers of the submissive ...... and many other forbidden drugs that the dream breakers can t even name ...... The water towers that held these solutions all blew up.

Cascades of water, star-like debris, like a grand party ending in a flurry of fireworks. The reaction towers were bursting open, each one spewing out a different colored solution that continued to explode into flames through the long night.

The sinful potion exploded in a brilliant flash of light against Duan Cuizhen's gaping, slowly falling body.

A few seconds later ......

There was just a "thud".

Duan Cuizhen, like a leaky water balloon, like the most ordinary of men, covered with treatment tubes, crumpled to the ground, eyes rounded, dead ......

And at this last moment, the largest and brightest solution water tower behind her, RN-13's water tower, also held up to its limit, and it suddenly let out a bursting sound that the earth trembled for, and shattered glass and broken iron splashed down in all directions! Immediately afterward, the raging torrent and shards of glass clattered down from the heights, destroying most of the main console!

The instantaneous detonation order for the entire basement stopped.

Almost everyone watched the scene unfold with dumbfounded amazement, and the same thought was in their minds at the moment--the

Who the hell is this Anthony?

Who the hell is he ......

"Anthony stood calmly on the half-destroyed console, not moving his feet the entire time, nor could he.

Before Anthony was taken under Xie Qingcheng's control, he also had brainwave transducer magnets attached to the side of his skull for Duan Cuizhen's transfer surgery, as well as a main conduit to any of the brain chips. This tile and conduit would synchronize his thought responses directly to the main console, linked to the brainwave switchboard. This was done to prevent him from suddenly having any bad thoughts during the operation.

And after the Primordial Emperor's blood compulsion took effect, Anthony's thought fluctuations went to zero, however, at this time, the crowd noticed that the screen splattered with the medicinal liquid was actually flashing with a tidal wave-like fluctuation graph.

Who the hell is he?

"With Duan Cuizhen dead, all of the island's energy sources will soon be extinguished and its self-destruct system will activate in ten minutes, at which point the entire island will be blown apart and sink to the bottom of the ocean."

"Anthony" calmly recounts this fact.

He said to them, "Let's go. It is time for you to leave."

As if confirming what he had said, just after he finished speaking, those reformers and hyenas who were still blocking the soldiers were suddenly one by one as if they were puppets whose souls had been drained away, the control rings in front of their foreheads rapidly going out one by one, as if it was a collective sinking of the stars.

The light dimmed.

Muscle-tangled arms drooped as well.

The weapon went out.

The primitive reformed men reverted back to being walking corpses the moment the source of control was cut off. They stood there morosely, still looking terrifying, but they would never charge at anyone again.

Meanwhile, the lights inside the crypt were fading out.

First the big engine that sustained the water tower stopped roaring, then one of the reactive units fell dead silent, and soon the lights out spread to where the main console was located.

He Yu hugged Xie Qingcheng and looked at the white figure standing alone among the dead and in the ruins.

In that instant, an odd feeling suddenly welled up in his heart, as if a thread that had entangled his soul since the distant memory of his womb had been gently tugged.

"Anthony" tilted his head and looked at the brainwave transmitter at the main console.

It stretched out in all directions of the lab like a spider's web, still flickering with the dynamic mapping of his mind, yet he knew that the device would soon be extinguished as well.

It is the only one of its kind in the world, and it took Duan Cuizhen nearly a lifetime to perfect it to the point it is today.

The machine would soon be reduced to ashes in the explosion, sinking to the bottom of the ocean and being reduced to rotting, moth-eaten scrap metal.

Her, too.

"Anthony" suddenly turned his face away from the crowd, from the cold, unfeeling transformers, from the ruined experimental devices.

Twenty-three years apart.

Separated by his birth and her death.

Eye to eye.

He Yu's heart trembled, an unbelievable gauze rippled through him, and he cried out at that moment, without thinking, without thinking about anything--

"You? --Is that you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

In response, it seems that for a moment the smile on "Anthony's" face, which was obviously grown on Anthony's face, somehow overlapped with Vivian's gentle and serene face ......

Next.

The energy in the main console went out with a bang.

Also extinguished were all the lights in the crypt.

Her smile disappeared along with the light.

He Yu hugged Xie Qingcheng tightly in his arms and looked in the direction where his mother had disappeared, a chaotic light flashed in his pupils and his chest rose and fell violently ......

Without realizing it, he was already in tears.

The crypt's dome had been destroyed, and moonlight spilled noiselessly over this nest of evil hidden deep underground, like frost and snow, a snowy funeral veil for a human civilization that was about to be reduced to a submarine sinkhole. Alarms blared in the sky, and the shrill sound of airplanes weaving in and out of the air currents sounded like a death knell for the decades of unchecked, frantic scientific research.

Seventy years ago, Duan Cuizhen finally graduated with honors from HU, a woman who seemed tough, independent, and full of ideals ......

Seventy years later, she became the corpse of a gargoyle that had been decapitated by the combined efforts of all in the lair.

No one ever knew exactly what had happened to her, what had led this woman, who once could have done so much for people, down a very different and darker path.

Maybe it's her ambition, maybe it's what happened to her, maybe she's lost hope in some things, maybe she's pining for others.

Perhaps she stumbled upon a seemingly absurdly radical idea one afternoon, pushed and shoved by the impulse within her, the youthful feeling that nothing in the world is impossible if one holds the secret key of science, and that even certain regrets that have occurred in the past can be undone ......

So she wrote the words "Mandela Project" in her HU workbook, stroke by stroke.

The wind rattled the pages.

At that time, no one knew that this wind was blowing up the seventy years of increasing insanity and distortion that followed, blowing up the fishy winds of Dream Island that would last for more than seventy years ......

"Brothers below ...... please fire when you hear ...... we will be conducting an emergency rescue! Please fire when you hear!!!"

In the distant night, there were countless helicopters sent by the Dreambreakers shouting downwards, having received feedback from the God of wind system and flying as fast as they could towards the island that was about to be sunk.

The ground transmission unit was repeating their shouts over and over-

"Please fire when you hear me!!!"

--

"Here!"

"People are here!!!"

The shots rang out like a salute, and the fire exploded into the night, brilliant as a shower of meteors.

Amidst the tsunami of shouts, Zheng Jingfeng clenched his teeth, wiped the blood stains, and with tears in his eyes, walked towards He Yu, who was standing still.

He Yu is still holding Xie Qingcheng.

He's still looking in the direction where Anthony fell unconscious.

"...... Let's go back ......" Zheng Jingfeng's choked sobs were close to a loss of voice, "Let's take him back ...... Xiao He ...... Let's take him back ...... Maybe ...... Maybe there's still a glimmer of hope ...... isn't it? The ship has the most amazing team of doctors in the country, we take him back ...... we take him home ......"

He said, stretching out his trembling hand, wanting to share some of He Yu's pain, as if he wanted to carry Xie Qingcheng over to him.

But He Yu didn't let go.

He looked like a boy holding a worn-out doll bear, the Ferris wheel went out, the amusement park closed, the doll bear wanted to say goodbye to the boy, but he wouldn't let go of his hand.

His tears continued to trickle down, dripping onto Xie Qingcheng's shoulder.

"Xie Qingcheng ......"

He muttered.

"Xie Qingcheng ......You're good ......You mustn't be okay ......"

"You must live ...... You are a miracle ...... Do you understand? You're a miracle that came into my life ...... I've seen a miracle tonight ...... I've seen a miracle tonight ...... You must too... ...to show me another ...... please ......"

"Xie Qingcheng ......"

The helicopters circled and landed, people cheered more than once, and the men coming off the helicopters were shouting, "Let the wounded go first!"

"The wounded go first!" Zheng Jingfeng shuddered and rushed He Yu, "The wounded go first!"

He turned his head again and riveted all his strength to yell at the rescue unit, "There are wounded here! There are wounded here who need first aid!!!"

And He Yu, embracing the bloodied man, murmured helplessly, madly, despairingly, on and on.

"Xie Qingcheng, you must hug me again, okay ...... please ......"

Tears fall with the blood.

"Brother, give me a hug ......"

"......"

"I saw my mom tonight. She smiled at us."

"Did you see that, brother ......"

"Take a look at it too ......"

"Don't leave me ...... please ......"

"Xie Qingcheng ......I don't have a home ......You don't go ......You have mercy on me ...... please ...... give me a home ......"

"Xie Qingcheng ......"

He embraced his ragdoll, sobbing and murmuring in his ear.

"Wake up ...... and give me a home ...... okay ......?"