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Chapter 204 The residual fire still does not go out (3)
Chapter 204 The residual fire still does not go out (3)
When sorting out the relics, the boy accidentally pulled out the red carpet. It had faded and shed its hair and had become an ugly piece of cloth.
When it was dawn, Jiang Jianming wrapped Helga's body with this old blanket, then removed a piece of wood that was used to build the dilapidated house, tied a corner with twine, and put his mother on it.
The teenager put on a heavy and dirty cloak, dragged the wooden board carrying the corpse with hemp rope with difficulty, and walked out of the hut where he had lived with his mother for many years.
He wanted to bury his mother.
But the sick young man was also weak and weak, walking with deep feet and shallow feet, his pale fingers were rubbed with hemp rope and blood was drawn.
Along the way, countless refugees from the Z2 wild area cast all kinds of eyes, pointing and talking.
"Hey, hey, isn't that the son of the silly eldest sister? The silly eldest sister is actually dead!"
"I thought she was dead long ago, but she just died now."
Jiang Jianming remained silent all the time. He walked for a long time, and when he was too tired to walk, he stopped and rested for a while before walking.
It took a whole day and a night in this way, and the young man came to a barren suburban plain at dawn the next day.
Looking around, saw the wild and high sky, and the breeze gently blew the rocks and a few weeds.
Jiang Jianming was exhausted, and the water he brought with him had bottomed out. He swayed and fell to the ground, falling asleep.
He dreamed a lot of dreams. Gradually, the whole body began to have a fever, and several times he just woke up and lost consciousness within a few seconds.
After an unknown amount of time, a hand shook him vigorously, "Kid, kid."
In the wilderness, a couple of men and women who were sluggish walked into this wild area.
Their faces were a little tired but clean, and their clothes were slightly wrinkled but very high-end. At first glance, they came from afar, and they were different from the poor people in this wild area.
Along the way, they were used to seeing too many corpses on the side of the road. Therefore, he did not glance at the skinny woman's body, but bent over and pushed the half-dead boy.
The boy had a high fever, he was wrapped in a cloak and coughed weakly, the hood slipped, revealing messy black hair and a pale face. After being shaken and yelled three or four times, he trembled a little, his eyelids barely opened, revealing a line of scattered black eyes.
Jiang Jianming only felt a splitting headache, struggling to support the ground with his elbows, and climbed up.
Before he could focus his vision, he first groaned weakly. Perhaps the chronic crystal disorder is approaching the time of the disease, and the bones all over the body hurt as if they were broken.
There were two figures standing against the light in front of him, but the dazzling light made him unable to see anything clearly, and there was a cloud of black mist in front of him.
The man standing in front bent down: "Child, ask you for someone."
The woman in the back had a soft voice: "If you know, tell us the truth, auntie will give you this."
As the woman spoke, she took out a disassembled biscuit paper bag from the pocket of her coat and shook it.
The remaining four or five biscuits inside made a nice rustling sound, and a faint sweet smell also overflowed.
The smell of the food immediately made his hungry stomach twitch. Jiang Jianming coughed while covering his lips, biting the tip of his tongue, trying to wake himself up.
He was about to ask who the two travelers were looking for when a paper photo stuck out in front of him.
The sun in the wild fell on the old photo, illuminating the clear sky above.
In an instant, the boy's pupils shrank.
A throbbing pain ripped through his spine like an axe, and fate seized his throat in absurd malice.
"..."
Jiang Jianming's mind was buzzing, and his whole body suddenly softened.
He slowly raised his head in disbelief.
In the photo, a beautiful and handsome brunette woman is standing on a high platform. The sun shines through the clouds like golden waterfalls, brightening her brown eyes and ivory skin.
Helga held the flying giant flag in his hand and raised his arms and shouted with excitement.
On the flag, a pure white dove with a red olive leaf in its mouth, fluttering its wings, just a moment's freeze is enough to shock.
The man asked, "Have you seen this lady?"
Mom said they had a big flag.
There is also a small house.
Jiang Jianming burst into tears, "...she's not here."
The young and beautiful female leader is gone. She will always wear a red flag on her shoulders and carry a bright light, walking down the long dark passage until she enters the small house.
The door opened. Everyone in the room turned their heads, stood up, and excitedly greeted the leader. They are all good people, brave people.
And here?
There is no heroic Helga leader here, only a silly big sister.
Struggle with the darkness to the last moment, the scrawny, dirty and smelly silly big sister when she died. The corpse was lying behind him, and it had begun to smell a little.
Suddenly, Jiang Jianming recognized the man and woman in front of him.
Uncle Dan, Aunt Lin... Wen Dan and Jielin used to be the most loyal followers of their mother.
Perhaps it was because the remnants of the White Dove Red Leaf Association had changed their purpose again, or perhaps it was simply the spontaneous behavior of the two of them out of guilt.
In any case, they came here looking for the leader of the past. Shocked by the chaos in the wild, ask a boy curled up in a cloak.
"not here?"
Wen Dan anxiously grabbed the boy's shoulder, and even forgot to dislike the dirty ashes, "Have you seen her and know where she is!?"
Jiang Jianming buried his head silently, the shadow covering the tears on his face. The wild wind turned into boundless sadness and penetrated his bones, and he wanted to cry and laugh.
why……
It happened to come one day later, but it happened to come only one day later.
How can say it?
In the hearts of the people of the White Dove Red Leaf Society, Helga is still so dignified and holy.
How could he say, this withered corpse in front of you that you can no longer recognize, this woman who has been among the poor for many years, robbing garbage to eat, this lunatic who is so mentally disturbed that he abused and beat children...
Is that the woman leader with the bright-eyed eyes in the photo?
"It seems like I saw her many years ago."
"She left here with a child...but I don't remember very well, and I don't know if that's the person you're looking for."
Jiang Jianming said softly, "My mother died yesterday... Can you help me bury her?"
The man was stunned for a moment, then straightened up: "Sorry, we are in a hurry."
The teenager gripped the cloak tightly with his fingertips, the blue blood vessels on the back of his hands throbbing.
"...my mother passed away..."
His eyes were slack, and the fever made his voice hoarse, "I'm sick and I don't have the strength to bury her... Can you... help me..."
Jaylin gave the child a pitying look and shook her head.
She whispered to Wen Dan: "There's no time, Dan. If I can't find a leader this time, I may miss it for the rest of my life."
"According to our information, the leader may have suffered from chronic crystal disorder. If it is true, after so many years, the disease must have been..."
"If the leader has unfortunately passed away, what should I do? How long can the remnant crystal species live in the wild? After all, he is the leader's flesh and blood, and we have the responsibility to bring him back to raise him."
"There are too many unfortunate people in the wild area, should we rescue them one by one?"
"Of course I know." Wen Dan said. He took the unpacked bag of cookies from Jaylene and casually handed it to the boy.
"Here. Kid, take it to eat. We're really in a hurry to find someone."
This time, he didn't bend down, and didn't use his eyes to look at the boy. He even took a step back in order to avoid being entangled.
Jiang Jianming curled the corners of his lips and smiled, seemingly relieved: "It's okay."
Instead of picking up the bag of cookies, he reached out and reattached the hood of his cloak.
Wen Dan and Jielin just thought that the child was not mentally normal because of the loss of his mother, so they put the bag of biscuits on the ground as alms. Afterwards, he stopped looking at the poor boy and left in a hurry.
Jiang Jianming stood for a long time, watching the backs of the two disappear.
...It would be nice to miss it, he thought to himself.
The White Dove Chiye Club will never know Helga's ending; and the mother will never know, the White Dove Chiye Club, which she has been thinking about until her death, has long ceased to be the way she dreamed.
The black-haired boy picked up the bag of biscuits and put it away, then took out a small jar of oil from the bag he was carrying, poured it on his mother's body across the red carpet, and lit the fire with a wooden stick dipped in oil.
He didn't expect help, of course he prepared it himself.
Jiang Jianming watched as the torch fell from his hand, the flame was dipped in oil, and the "Boom" sounded high.
In the flames, Helga's body burned, as if the suffering of these years had also turned into dust.
Jiang Jianming turned around and stopped looking at his mother.
He wasn't going to wait until the corpse was burned.
He knew that if he couldn't go home before cooling down at night, with his current physical condition, he would probably die halfway.
But where is home?
Since then, he has no relatives, no friends, no dependence, no faith, no unfinished nostalgia or hope for the future.
There is only loneliness, sickness, and the weak and lowly destined to be born.
The empire is his enemy, there is no place for him in the wild, the world is so dark and there is no light, and he has not even survived for a few years, so...
Why are you still alive?
What's the point of living like this?
Chang Feng rushed behind him, Jiang Jianming lowered his eyes and pulled the cloak on his body, and walked forward.
Fate is unfair, the world is dark. He is as humble as dust, and even though he is grieved and angry, he has no power to change all this.
Alive is already his only means of fighting despair.
Then he lives.
Ahead, the sky is vast and the wild is vast.
The young man walked alone into the gap between heaven and earth.
But the road is too long, and everywhere is a wasteland overgrown with weeds. After don't know how long it took, the young man hung his head and neck, breathing hot breath between his dry and cracked lips, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.
Suddenly, a weak pulling force came from the corner of the cloak.
Jiang Jianming lowered his head. The weakness and high fever made his vision blurred, and he couldn't see what it was at first glance, thinking that the corner of his clothes was caught by a piece of garbage.
Upon closer inspection, realized that it wasn't trash, it was a person.
It was a child a little bit younger than him, dying on the ground by the side of the road in the countryside, with a stench all over his body.
She grabbed the passing boy with her remaining strength and let out an unpleasant whimper.
Jiang Jianming squatted down, and really fiddled with the child like he was turning over the trash, and asked hoarsely, "What do you want?"
The child raised her head tremblingly, her left eye was almost rotten and bleeding pus, "... Hungry."
Jiang Jianming thought for a while, and took out the bag of biscuits that Jielin had just given him.
He picked up a piece and wanted to feed this little trash that was dying of starvation.
The little trash suddenly showed a fierce look, and jumped up like a mad dog and knocked him down. She snatched the biscuit bag and put all the biscuits in her mouth in a blink of an eye.
When the child swallowed the last bite of the biscuits with his cheeks puffed up, Jiang Jianming couldn't get up and coughed in pain.
The little trash just ran out of energy, and fell to the ground with a weak butt.
She kept swallowing her saliva, staring at the boy in front of her. She hadn't eaten such delicious food since she could remember.
Of course, have never met such a bully.
"Still hungry."
The little trash stretched his neck and said fiercely.
Jiang Jianming stood up with difficulty, was silent for a few seconds, and asked her, "Do you have a name?"
Little trash: "I'm still hungry! Give me something to eat, or I'll kill you and eat you!"
Jiang Jianming's face was indifferent, he walked towards the girl, squatted down, and got her on his back.
The first time he tried to get up, he fell without even standing up on his knees, and the two fell to the ground together.
Jiang Jianming tried again for the second time, and this time he took four or five steps forward before falling.He shook his head, picked up a twig himself and used it as a crutch, and he finally carried the girl on his back for the third time.
He continued to walk forward.
The sickly and fractured youth, carrying the dirty and smelly half-blind little girl on his back, stepped on the desolate earth and walked towards the end of the dim horizon of the morning star.