The paradise of heaven.

I don't know when people called that land like this.

Clean drinking water can make people feel at ease walking on the streets during the day, and there is also hepatitis B vaccine.

Things that are trivial to people elsewhere are as common as air, but are precious here as oasis in the wasteland.

But in the end, the beautiful kingdom of heaven is a flash in the pan.

With the situation between Rome and the Russian Federation six years later, the situation became increasingly tense, and a sudden bombardment burned everything.

That day, the whizzing black birds once again sowed the seeds of hatred on the scorched earth and harvested the rising flames.

Everything is on the verge of losing control.

The once paradise is left with ruins everywhere.

Under the suppression of the joint actions of the two countries, only the last resisters are still trying to save everything in vain.

The loud roar of bombs came from afar.

The decaying sunset shone in from the broken window, illuminating the blood on Huai Shi's forehead and the white hair dyed red by blood.

Now that things have come to this point, there is nothing else to do.

He lowered his head and lit the last cigarette.

"You go, Xiaoxian."

Huai Shi whispered, "Those beautiful wars worthy of your dedication have ended, and you have already walked the way you should go, so it's time to leave."

In the reflection of the broken glass, a dim light shrouded on his head, just like a broken crown.

"There is only a crown of injustice left here for me."

He laughed self-deprecatingly.

Behind him, in the shadows that were not shining with sunlight, a still gentle figure walked out silently, looking down at him: "Do you want me to avenge you?"

"revenge?"

Huai Shi couldn't help laughing: "Isn't this accomplishment created by my expectations? When I die, this undeserved miracle will be returned to nothingness with me.

.Do I have any injustice worthy of revenge?”

"Are you unwilling to accept it?" Luo Xian asked.

Huai Shi shook her head: "No."

"No regrets?"

"No."

So Luo Xian chuckled softly and stroked his cheek: "But, I wasn't satisfied, right?"

"yes……"

Huai Shi closed her eyes and murmured softly: "How can we satisfy ourselves, Xiaoxian? How can we make redemption last forever..."

"Who knows?"

Luo Xian shook her head slowly and looked at him at the end: "These are not things I should think about, but at least I know that I should do something about it, that's enough."

"Is it really enough?" Huai Shi asked.

"Who knows?"

Luo Xian took a step back, turned around, and walked out the door.

There was a vague sound of gunfire from outside.

Before the door was pushed open, Huai Shi couldn't help but raise her head and stared at her back: "Xiaoxian, have you really gained happiness?"

Luo Xian's steps paused slightly.

"Who knows?"

Again, he answered his question with the same words.

The woman turned around, tied her hair up, and showed her last smile to him, "If it had happened, it must have come from you."

She said: "Goodbye, Huai Shi."

"Um."

Huai Shi lowered her eyes: "Goodbye, Xiaoxian."

The door is closed.

The gunshots rang out and quickly returned to silence.

The gunshots rang again, roaring, and came to an abrupt end, and repeated again.

Finally, in the roar, everything returned to silence.

Only the sound of footsteps is gradually approaching.

Little by little.

In the end, the fallen door fell into the dust.

The masked soldiers entered one after another, and the pitch-black muzzles pointed at the man on the chair. Even if he was the only one left, he was still so alert.

Be ready for battle.

The sound of low footsteps walked in from outside the door.

The blood-stained non-commissioned officer crossed the gun forest and walked to Huai Shi, looking down at his vicissitudes of life and his gray hair, and asked in a cold Latin question:

"Transfer a lawyer?"

Are you calling yourself?

Huai Shi didn't know, but she couldn't help laughing.

“mynameisozymandias,kingofkings.”

Huai Shi raised her pupils, stared at the destructionists in front of her, and also at the now disintegrating paradise of heaven, murmured softly: "lookonmyworks, yemighty, and despair!"

“nothingbesidesremains.roundthedeay…”

I am the king of all kings. I am a great achievement, and I dare to impress God!

Besides, nothing...

In this way, he raised his pistol and pointed it at the enemy in front of him.

Huai Shi, pull the trigger.

The roaring gunfire sounded, swallowing him up like a heavy rain.

In the sudden darkness, he smiled and fell to the sky. In his hand, the pistol spewed out of the colorful flag fell into a pool of blood that gradually spread.

Around the ruins of the Paradise, only the vast yellow sand is left.

Lonely and desolate, extending to all directions.

【theend·The Death of the Nineteenth Pharaoh】

With the melodious sound of cello slowly ending, a tide of applause came from the golden hall.

On the stage, the overly young man nodded and stood up, held the cello, leaned over to salute the audience below, but suddenly realized that he had unknowingly climbed to the peak he had never thought about before.

The Star of Tomorrow.

Almost everyone calls it that.

But this praise made Huai Shi feel shocked and dazed from time to time. Is such praise really talking about himself? Or is he really qualified to take on such a heavy responsibility?

Isn't it too much?

Or... I've really been so strong before I knew it?

"Congratulations, Huai Shi."

When Huai Shi walked out of the backstage, Mr. Zhao, who had been waiting for a long time, walked up and hugged him hard, embracing himself, the most outstanding student, and praised him: "You are indeed more genius than I thought.

”

“You taught them well.”

"Okay, don't flatter each other." The old professor from the Vienna Conservatory of Music looked at each other and couldn't help laughing: "Let's go, let's have some wine and celebrate, I know there is one

The old bastard has a bottle of good goods that has been hidden for twenty years in his hand, so he has to take it out no matter how he has to take it out today."

"Teacher, haven't you quit drinking?" asked Mr. Zhao.

"Today is a good day for students, so I have to celebrate it." The old professor took out the car keys and walked in front and waved: "Let's go."

Huai Shi and Mr. Zhao looked at each other, shook their head helplessly, and followed closely.

But when he left, his steps paused.

In the audience's exit after the end of the show, familiar silhouettes appeared from the crowd.
To be continued...