While arranging the relics, the boy accidentally found the red blanket.It had faded and shed its fur and turned into an ugly piece of cloth.

At dawn, Jiang Jianming wrapped Helga's body with this old blanket, removed a wooden board that built the broken room, tied a corner with hemp rope, and put his mother on it.

Putting on a heavy and dirty cloak, the boy struggled to drag the plank carrying the corpse with a hemp rope, and walked out of the hut where he had lived with his mother for many years.

He wants to bury his mother.

But the sick boy himself was also weak and weak, walking with one foot deep and one foot shallow, his pale fingers bleeding from the hemp rope.

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 elder sister? The silly elder sister is actually dead!"

"I thought she had died a long time ago, but it turned out that she didn't die until 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 full day and night like this, the young man came to a barren suburban plain at dawn the next day.

Looking around, saw the wilderness and the sky high, and the wind gently blows the rocks and a few weeds.

Jiang Jianming was exhausted, and the water he brought with him had run out.He swayed and fell to the ground, falling asleep.

He had a lot of sleepless dreams.Gradually, whole body started to have a fever, and several times just woke up and lost consciousness within a few seconds.

After an unknown amount of time, a hand shook him vigorously, "Child, child."

In the wilderness, a pair of travel-worn men and women came to this wilderness.

Their faces are slightly tired but clean, and their clothes are slightly wrinkled but high-end. It seems that they have come from afar, and they are completely different from the poor in this wild area.

Along the way, they were used to seeing too many dead bodies on the side of the road.Therefore, he didn't cast a glance at the emaciated woman's corpse, but bent down and pushed the half-dead boy.

The boy had a high fever, he was coughing weakly wrapped in a cloak, the hood slipped off, revealing messy black hair and pale face.After being shaken and called three or four times, he trembled a bit, his eyelids barely opened, revealing a line of loose black eyes.

Jiang Jianming only felt a splitting headache, supported the ground with his elbows, and climbed up.

Before the vision was focused, he groaned weakly.Perhaps the chronic crystal disorder is approaching the onset time again, 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 glare of the light made him unable to see clearly, and there were clouds of black mist in front of him.

The man standing in front bent down: "Child, ask someone from you."

The woman behind said in a soft voice: "If you know, tell us the truth, and Auntie will give you this."

As the woman said, she took out an open biscuit paper bag from her coat pocket and shook it.

The remaining four or five biscuits inside made a pleasant rustling sound, and a faint sweet smell also overflowed.

The smell of food immediately made his long-hungry stomach twitch. Jiang Jianming covered his lips and coughed, and bit the tip of his tongue, trying to wake himself up.

He was about to ask the two travelers who they were looking for when a paper photo was stretched out in front of his eyes.

The wilderness sunlight fell on that old photo, illuminating the background of the clear sky above.

In an instant, the boy's pupils constricted.

A sharp pain split his spine like an axe, and fate strangled his throat with absurd malice.

"..."

Jiang Jianming's head buzzed, and his whole body went limp.

He slowly raised his head in disbelief.

In the photo, a beautiful and handsome brunette woman stands on a high platform.The sunlight pierced through the clouds like a golden waterfall, brightening her brown eyes and ivory skin.

Helga held a flying giant flag in her hand, raised her arms and shouted excitedly.

On the flag, a pure white dove holds a red olive leaf in its mouth and is about to fly. Just a moment of freezing is enough to shock.

"Have you ever met this lady?" the man asked.

Mom said, they have a big flag.

There is also a small house.

Jiang Jianming shed tears in a daze, "...she's not here."

The young and beautiful female leader is gone.She will always wear the red flag on her shoulders, carry a bright lamp, and walk down the long dark passage until she enters the small house.

The door opened.Everyone in the room turned their heads, stood up, and greeted the leader excitedly.They were good people, brave people.

And here?

There is no heroic Helga leader here, only a silly big sister.

Fighting against the darkness to the last moment, the silly elder sister who was skinny, dirty and smelly when she died.The corpse was lying right behind him, and it had begun to smell a bit.

Suddenly, Jiang Jianming recognized the man and woman in front of him.

Uncle Dan, Aunt Lin...Wendan and Jielin were once mother's most loyal followers.

Perhaps it was because the remnants of the White Dove Akaba Club had changed their purpose, or perhaps it was simply the spontaneous behavior of these two people out of guilt.

In any case, they searched for the former leader and came here.Startled by the chaos in the jungle, ask a boy curled up in a cloak.

"not here?"

Wendan grabbed the boy's shoulders anxiously, even forgetting to dislike the dirty dust, "Have you seen her and know where she is!?"

Jiang Jianming buried his head silently, the shadows covering the tears on his face.The wild wind turned into boundless sadness and penetrated his bones. He wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

why……

It just happened to be one day late, but it just happened to be one day late.

How can export it?

In the hearts of the people of the White Pigeon Akaba Club, Helga is still so awe-inspiring and sacred.

How can he say, this dead body that you can no longer recognize, this woman who has been among the poor for many years and grabs garbage to eat, this lunatic who is so mentally disturbed that he beats children...

Is it the female leader with flying eyebrows in the photo?

"It seems to have seen her many years ago."

"She left here with a child...but I don't remember exactly, and I don't know if that's who you're looking for."

Jiang Jianming said softly: "My mother passed away yesterday...can you help me bury her?"

The man froze for a moment, then straightened up: "Sorry, we are in a hurry."

The young man held the cloak tightly with his fingertips, and the blue blood vessels on the back of his hand were pulsating.

"...my mother passed away..."

His eyes were blurred, his voice became hoarse due to the fever, "I'm sick, and I don't have the energy to bury her...can you... help me..."

Jielin looked at the child with pity and shook her head.

She whispered to Wendan, "There's no time, Dan. If you don't find a leader this time, you might miss your life."

"According to our information, the leader is likely to have suffered from chronic crystal disorder. If it is true, after so many years, the condition must have..."

"If the leader has unfortunately passed away, what should we do? How long can the remnant crystal race live in the wild? After all, he is the leader's flesh and blood, and we have the responsibility to take him back and raise him."

"There are too many unfortunate people in the wild area, should we rescue them one by one?"

"Of course I do," Wendan said.He took the opened bag of biscuits from Jaylin and handed it to the boy casually.

"Here. Children, take it and eat it. We are really in a hurry to find someone."

This time he didn't bend down, nor did he look straight at the boy.He even took a step back to avoid being entangled.

Jiang Jianming curled his lips and smiled, seemingly relieved: "It's okay."

He didn't take the bag of biscuits, but reached over to put the hood of the cloak back on for himself.

Wendan and Jaileen just put the bag of biscuits on the ground as alms as if the child was mentally disturbed due to the loss of his mother.Afterwards, they stopped looking at the poor young man, and left in a hurry together.

Jiang Jianming stood for a long time, watching the two disappear.

... It would be nice to miss it, he thought to himself.

The white dove Akaba Club will never know Helga's ending; and the mother will never know that the white dove Akaba Club that she has been thinking about until her death is no longer what she dreamed of.

The black-haired boy picked up the bag of biscuits and put it away, then took out a small can of oil from his bag, poured it on his mother's body across the red carpet, and lit the fire with a stick dipped in oil.

He didn't expect to get help in the first place, of course he made preparations by himself.

Jiang Jianming watched the torch fall from his hand, the flame was covered with oil, and it flew high with a "boom".

In the flames, Helga's body burned, as if all these years of suffering had also turned to ashes.

Jiang Jianming turned around and stopped looking at his mother.

He wasn't going to wait until the body was incinerated.

He knew that if he couldn't go home before the temperature cooled down at night, with his current physical condition, he would probably die halfway.

But where is home?

From then on, he has no relatives, no friends, no support, no faith, no unfinished nostalgia or expectations for the future.

There is only loneliness, illness, and the doomed weakness and humbleness of birth.

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 doesn't even have a few years left to live, so...

Why are you still alive?

What's the point of living like this?

Changfeng came from behind him, and Jiang Jianming pulled his cloak with lowered eyes and walked forward.

Fate is unfair, and the world is dark.He is as humble as dust, even though he is sad and angry, he has no power to change everything.

Living is already the only means for him to fight against despair.

Then he lives.

Ahead, the sky is gray and wild.

The boy was alone, walking towards the gap between heaven and earth alone.

But this road is too long, and there is a wilderness overgrown with dry grass.After walking for an unknown amount of time, the young man hung his head and neck, breathing hot breath between his chapped lips, his consciousness gradually blurred.

Suddenly, there was a weak pulling force from the corner of the cloak.

Jiang Jianming lowered his head.Weakness and high fever made his vision blurred, and he didn't see what it was at first glance, thinking it was a piece of garbage hanging from the corner of his clothes.

After looking carefully, found out that it was not rubbish, but a person.

It was a child who was younger than him, lying dying on the ground by the side of the country road, emitting a stench all over his body.

With the remaining strength, she grabbed the passing boy and let out an ugly sob.

Jiang Jianming knelt down, fiddled with the child like he was digging through trash, and asked hoarsely, "What do you want?"

The child raised her head tremblingly, her left eye was almost rotten, bleeding pus, "...hungry."

Jiang Jianming thought for a while, and took out the bag of biscuits that Jielin gave him just now.

He picked up a piece, intending to feed the starving little trash.

Little Trash suddenly showed a fierce look in his eyes, and he jumped up like a mad dog and knocked him down.She snatched the biscuit bag back and stuffed all the biscuits into her mouth in an instant.

When the child swallowed the last bite of the biscuit with puffed cheeks, Jiang Jianming was still unable to get up and coughed in pain.

The little trash just ran out of energy, and fell limply on the ground.

She kept swallowing her saliva, staring at the boy in front of her.She had never eaten such delicious food since she could remember.

Of course, have never met such a bully.

"Still hungry."

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 collapsed without even standing on his knees, and they fell to the ground together.

Jiang Jianming tried a second time, and this time he walked four or five steps forward before falling down.He shook his head, went to pick up a branch by himself as a crutch, and finally lifted the girl up for the third time.

He walked on.

A sick and broken boy, carrying a dirty and smelly half-blind little girl on his back, stepped on the desolate land and walked towards the end of the horizon where the morning star was dim.