Chapter 203 The residual fire still does not go out (2)

In Jiang Jianming's later memories, he walked out of the dilapidated house at the age of twelve and began to make a living in the wild area.

As a disabled human child, the hard work of surviving is needless to say. If it is targeted by the new humans, it can be said that there is no resistance.

He imitated his mother to wipe his face dirty, and sewed a wide cloak from the rags he found to cover his body. Thick skin was cut from the dead alien corpse and sewn into a bracer to cover the wrist bone.

In this way, he tried his best to hide his presence and wandered around the wild like a ghost.

He sometimes picks up other people's leftovers, and sometimes digs up the roots of wild vegetables.

Occasionally, they will use knowledge or skills to help people solve problems. If the other party is still a good person, they can change their daily necessities and so on.

But the days got harder and harder.

Helga's physical condition was deteriorating day by day, and the line between mental sobriety and illness was blurring. Jiang Jianming refused to stay away from his mother, and was injured more and more times.

Even in this case, when a woman is awake, she still wants to live.

She is eager to spend more time with her son, and wants to wait at least until Mingming is older, until she has taught him all the knowledge she has.

In order to slow down the process of chronic crystal disorder, Helga performed surgery on himself under the most rudimentary environmental conditions.

With a strip of cloth in her mouth, she cut open the skin with the tip of a burnt knife, picked out crystals that had condensed between the flesh or adhered to the surface of the bone, sterilized it, and sutured it with needles and thread.

After each time, her face was covered with physiological tears and sweat. The woman was paralyzed on the blood-stained floor like a fish pulled out of the water, and it would take a day or two to recover.

In order to fight mental illness, she would recite the program of the White Dove Red Leaf Society aloud every morning, even though the organization had expelled her many years ago;

She repeatedly reviewed the basic cultural knowledge she had learned when she was a teenager, and asked Jiang Jianming to test her. If she made a mistake, she would be punished like a primary school student until late at night.

Both the mother and the child were running as fast as they could, trying to stay away from the scythe dropped by the god of death, and away from the doomed yin and yang.

Not remembering how many desperate cold nights, Helga held Jiang Jianming in his arms, and said softly in a weak voice, "Mingming, let's persevere a little longer, shall we?"

She said that the darkest time of the night is always before dawn, but no matter how dark it is, there will always be a moment when it will be dispelled.

Just like after the winter, there will be spring flowers, as long as you stick to it, the days will always get better.

But fate was not forgiving.

In the late winter and early spring of the following year, before the warm wind blew away the cold Yu Wei, the mother's crystal bone pierced the child's chest.

Jiang Jianming just let out a small "ah".

The second he fell, inertia made the thin boy roll half a circle and fall out of the house. There was a trail of blood on the dirty ground.

Inside, Helga's eyes were red and his hair was messy. She roared in tears, her bare feet covered with frostbite.

Jiang Jianming lay on his back in the snow, blood gurgling out from under him.

He suddenly found that he no longer remembered what his mother looked like when she was healthy and beautiful.

It hurts.

The manic foreign crystal particles made his whole body hot and painful, as if being burned by fire, and he couldn't tell where the wound was for a while.

He opened his eyes absently and saw a tiny black bird flying across the sky.

Suddenly remembered that one evening, the twilight was burning.

That was before they came to the Z2 wild area, the two were wandering and fleeing in the block of the blue mother star, hiding in the slum to sleep.

A grocery store owner saw how pitiful the mother and son were, and gave her a red blanket that could not be sold.

This became their luckiest moment in years. Mom's happy face was brightened by the setting sun, and her black hair brushed her eyelashes when she looked back. She pinched the corner of the red carpet and let it fly in the wind.

Before sunset, Helga smiled and put the blanket over him. She said it was like a flag, the red flag of the White Dove Chiba Club.

Jiang Jianming knew that her mother was happy when she saw the kindness in the world, and she would think of the days when she was the leader of the resistance army.

That red carpet, he later covered for a long time.

Now……

Where have you put it?

...

"Mingming - Mingming!! Mingming!!"

When Jiang Jianming woke up, Helga was holding him.

The black-haired woman cried out in a heart-wrenching way, and with her bloody hands, she pulled out the tiny crystal thorns that had pierced into the child's body one by one.

The dark red liquid ticked and smeared in the snow.

Couldn't stop for a long time.

Helga raised his blue-veined neck, and let out a shrill cry, "Ah...my child...my child!!!"

…In this day and age, there is no cure for crystal particles out of control. Even if there were, it would be the same as none to the pariahs in the wild.

For young and frail disabled humans, the consequences of being directly pierced into the body by the crystal bone are irreversible.

"It's okay, Mom."

Jiang Jianming was laughing lightly, his eyes were like ashes that had just dried up, there was no light at all, but there was still a warm temperature.

He was cradling Helga's arms, struggling to hook his mother's clothes, as he did when he was a child.

The child's fingers were covered in mud, snow and blood. The wild wind in the wild sent out a hawk-like screeching through the fingers, taking away the remaining body temperature.

"If you really get sick... it's obviously the same as your mother, and it's fine."

Jiang Jianming murmured softly, "So..."

"Mom is with Mingming, let's be together forever."

"I am very blessed."

After saying this, he lost consciousness again and didn't know anything.

The sixth year of coming to the Z2 wild area.

Jiang Jianming was thirteen years old and suffered from chronic crystal disorder.

There is no light to dispel the darkness, and no spring breeze to blow away the cold winter.

Couldn't wait for the days to get better, maybe he didn't hold on long enough.

After thinking about it, it was this hopeless and long childhood experience that created Jiang Jianming's seemingly contradictory character in his life.

On the one hand, he has an extremely deep obsession with what he believes, even if it is often accompanied by self-destruction.

But on the other hand, his desire is extremely low. It is said to pursue pursuit, but he seems to be just chasing, not asking for anything.

Subconsciously, he had already decided that he couldn't ask for anything.

Good things come a long time later, and hope and happiness are not without them, but people's life is too short to witness it with their own eyes.

——If you don’t think so, how will you survive this long winter night?

seventh year.

Helga is dying.

After personally causing her son to suffer from chronic crystal disorder, the former female leader quickly dried up from her body to her spirit.

She became skinny, with a layer of wrinkled skin clinging to her bones, and she could no longer see her former beauty. For two of the three days, he fell asleep, and when he woke up, he was also insane, talking nonsense that no one could understand.

Sometimes, the woman's voice will become high-pitched, her palms are clutching in the air, staring hard at the dust and cobwebs all over the eaves, and there is a strange light in her eyes.

Helga is so ill that the only one who can support his family is a 14-year-old disabled human suffering from crystal disorder. Jiang Jianming has to take care of his mother and live in a place where people eat people like the wild area. Every day is hard.

This winter, mother and son almost starved to death. Helga was completely mad after he survived without a ghost or a ghost.

"Mom, don't hit anyone."

Inside the broken house, the boy held down his mother's wiggly hand and said in a warm voice, "I've said it so many times, how come I forgot."

Helga smiled dementedly: "You... Who are you..."

Jiang Jianming spoke to himself: "I have read all the chips and notes you left behind this year. There are still many things that I don't understand, so I may have to think about them slowly."

"I want to keep my knowledge before I die. But it might be a little hard to find someone willing to learn it, and if it really doesn't work... there's nothing I can do."

Helga couldn't understand the boy's words. She leaned against the tattered plank, her eyes wide open blankly, her brown pupils flickering from the corner of her eye.

Suddenly, as if she remembered something, she tugged at the boy's sleeve and lowered her voice mysteriously:

"...you...have you ever been to...the brilliant district of Yongyuan Star City..."

"Tell you a secret, our White Dove Chiye Club, just... right there..."

Jiang Jianming snorted seriously: "I haven't been there, but I know. My mother told me about it."

Helga gestured with bony hands: "We have... a big flag..."

Jiang Jianming: "Well."

"We also...have a...small house...hidden in the underground passage, the imperial soldiers can't find it..."

Helga said seriously, "Everyone in there...all good people, brave people..."

"Well, I know that, Mom."

The young man wringed out his veil, wiped his mother's face, and said in a low voice, "This is fine, too. That's it... just stay with me."

The woman shut her mouth, her eyes settled in a trance for a few minutes, and suddenly she said: "Have you ever seen... my son..."

"His name is Jiang Jianming... The meaning of this name is... He will see the dawn at the end of the long night."

"Have you, have you seen him..."

As she spoke, the woman froze and shed tears, "If you can see him, please help me... Help me save him, okay..."

The boy was silent for a long time, wiping away her tears.

"Okay, Mom."

eighth year.

Helga's life was visibly coming to an end.

Like a candle that burns to the end, everyone knows that it is about to burn out, it's just the difference between one minute or the next.

Before she was about to die, the woman exhaled clouds of white mist when she was gasping for breath. Those mists spit out intermittently from the thin lips that had faded from blood, and quickly faded and dissipated in front of Jiang Jianming's eyes.

It was time that passed, life that disappeared, or something else that never came back.

... Obviously. Helga opened her lips, she was calling softly, Mingming, my Mingming.

Perhaps it was a return to light, and the patient who had been insane for many years actually regained his sobriety.

Outside the broken house, the night quietly extended to the sky.

"Um."

The dark-haired boy with pale cheeks sat next to his mother and answered her call warmly, "I'm here."

Helga's throat hissed, which seemed to be choking, and it seemed to be a sound of swallowing pain.

She said with difficulty, "Mingming..."

"Give mom a gun... is it okay..."

In this brief sobriety, she was already aware of her state.

She had fought her fate to the last moment, and now it was time to end it. Continuing on is not a matter of perseverance, it is just harming others and harming yourself.

"Okay, you wait."

Jiang Jianming stood up and quickly took out the pistol. He put the cold metal object in Helga's palm, "I left the last two bullets."

For two chronic crystal disorder patients, just right.

Helga frowned and smiled sadly. She waved at Jiang Jianming, leaned over while the boy leaned over, and kissed the child's forehead.

"Mingming, don't..."

She choked and said, "Don't casually say that you are very happy..."

"Happiness, light, justice... Don't be mean to these concepts, don't be mean to yourself... Mom knows that living like this will be very hard and sad, but..."

"There must always be someone in this world who remembers what our civilization should have looked like..."

Helga couldn't speak anymore. Jiang Jianming's eyes flashed a bit of confusion, but he quickly nodded and nodded, "Okay, I understand."

In fact, the young man didn't quite understand it, but he thought that there would always be a long time for him to think about it in the future.

At this moment, he just wanted to hug Helga, the dry and cold woman's body.He did exactly that.

He leaned against his mother's chest, counting the faint heartbeat.With a calm gaze, the mother raised the gun with her trembling arm.

on the temple.

The boy said softly, "Mom, good night."

When closing his eyes, Jiang Jianming thought to himself - if only time could die before the next second.

If only he could hold his mother like this forever.

If you can go back to the old days.

if……

If dawn can come at this moment.

A gunshot erupted, causing severe pain in his eardrums and a brief loss of hearing.

The warm liquid splashed on the boy's cheek, and a drop just fell under his peacefully closed eyelashes, replacing the tears that should have flowed.

In the 48th year of the old imperial calendar, Wen Helga died on the blue mother planet.

Jiang Jianming was fifteen years old when he lost his mother.