The distant sky was blue, as if the sky was turned upside down, and there was no trace of it.
Where there is no cloud, the wind was rolled up and the curtain of the sky was blown, affecting the sight of the living, and there was a ripple, which made Xu Lang even feel that the sea was reflected in the sky!
There is wind here, coming from the air, setting off a burst of spring, and at the same time the grassland stretching for thousands of miles on the ground is swaying with the wind.
The beauty here is not like the real world. Xu Lang stared at all this and felt everything. He hadn't thought about the final game, but it turned them into a dream-like space without beginning and end!
Stepping on the soft grass, Xu Lang's mood was relaxed as never before, as if he had returned to Song Zhuoming's dream.
But here, it is definitely not that heavy dream, because he can see that his right hand is still holding a somewhat absent-minded nameless, and Yan Yan on the other side has already walked a few steps forward, observing this abruptly appearing beautiful world!
Xu Lang heard the sound of clothing rubbing against weeds behind him, and turned his head feelingly.
The figure buried in the green grass slowly raised an old face, which was wearing a pair of sunglasses and was a blind old man.
The old man struggled forcibly, leaning on a blind cane with all his strength to get up from the ground, he was a little flustered, he had lost his eyesight and had no idea where he was or what he was facing.
When Xu Lang approached slowly, the old man pulled out one end of the blind stick very alertly, revealing the blade hidden in it, and aimed at Xu Lang's position.
"Zero, here is spring..."
When Xu Lang gradually helped Zero up, the two fell silent, and everyone was lost in confusion.
The final bureau is the newspaper’s last mission, but there is nothing, except that the four remaining performers will come here at this time.
But seeing everything in front of them, they didn't understand what the newspaper was about...
There is only one person. He doesn't have much thoughts to think about everything, but he has an unprecedented relaxation. He just simply feels the warm breeze around him, the beauty of spring, and this sky brings him incomparable joy.
Even deep in the broken soul, there was a voice gently calling his name.
But he didn't have a name, maybe he had, but no one called him that way for a long time.
Later people called him "anonymous"!
A fog appeared in the nameless skull, and he seemed to remember something for no reason. Those things were very important, painful, and beautiful. They were memories that he always wanted to forget, but couldn't bear to forget.
The daydream took everything away, and now there is a hand that starts to return everything to him.
"Joe... I'm back!"
Anonymous thumped on his knees, holding his head in his hands, his expression began to enrich, and the cold mask seemed to have collapsed since he lost his soul, until now it is completely shattered.
Wuming is a living person, he is now, and in this spring, he has become a human again!
He has no pain and no distortion on his face. He just feels that something sad and beautiful is glowing, gradually turning him into another person...
Do not!
The namelessness has not changed, it should be said that he is returning to the former namelessness!
Xu Langcai saw Wuming's abnormal situation at this moment. He dropped zero and ran towards Wuming's slightly trembling body. When he saw Wuming's face, he actually saw something that shouldn't have appeared on Wuming's face. thing!
Tears
Wuming is crying, crying
Xu Lang held up that face, he saw from the nameless struggling eyes that a person's heart was being split in half...
But why, Wuming is not painful, what does his tears represent
"What the hell did you do? Newspaper! Come out and see me!" Xu Lang didn't care about Wuming, he just stood there and looked up at the sky. There seemed to be a pair of eyes staring at him, staring at Wuming!
Xu Lang looked up to the sky and yelled. He didn't know where the nameless change came from, but he must have nothing to do with the newspaper!
He is even more inclined. It is the newspaper who used unknown means to seriously wound the nameless and mutilated soul again!
One hand squeezed his hand at this moment. That hand was a bit cold but also a bit warm, like the spring breeze that had just come, pulling Xu Lang's emotions to a level of stability.
"Xu!"
Wuming said such a word. He knelt on the grass, very soft, and the tears that shouldn't be hung on that face had disappeared. He just looked at Xu Lang and said nothing.
Xu Lang was stunned, he didn't understand.
What is the newspaper doing, and what has Wuming changed? What is the way out for this final game without time limit and task information...
"There... there is a door..."
Anonymous glanced at Xu Lang deeply. He seemed to remember something, but he didn't say it clearly. A thousand words turned into a guide.
Xu Lang looked in the direction that Wuming was referring to, with mixed feelings in his heart, that is the distance of spring, it is still not spring...
Does spring necessarily represent hope
"That door, you can leave, I won't go anymore, let me stay in the spring."
This sentence is a bit inexplicable. It came from the executor's mouth that should have revealed decisiveness, but the nameless voice was very soft and seemed to be wrapped in a spring breeze.
Xu Lang had no sadness on his face, because he saw Wuming's face and there was no sadness either. He hadn't seen Wuming before, it was so peaceful.
He leaned down, and gently brushed his right hand across the unnamed drooping head, "Have you really thought about it?"
His heart began to break, Wuming must have seen something, the newspaper gave him something to keep him in the spring!
Wuming smiled, his face was filled with sunshine that he had never seen before, and he looked at Xu Lang, his only friend, seriously.
"I've decided. I will find what I have lost. Will you let me choose this time, Xu Lang?"
Xu Lang's hand hung in the air and stopped!
His throat was a little choked and sore, Wuming remembered him, Wuming remembered that he was called Xu Lang!
Xu Lang’s eyes were a little dodging and stiff. He took his palm back, looked at Wuming, and said in a low voice: "A daydream, I want to save you all my heart. I made a very selfish decision. I didn't care whether you would like it or not.
You really live to this day, you really remember me, in that case, your life is yours..."
Xu Lang's face was a little moved, and the final round had just begun, and everything really started to develop towards fate, Wuming was the first one.
He didn't want Wuming to die alone, since he had no regrets, he didn't need to let Xu Lang control his destiny anymore.
Wuming smiled lightly, the voice in his mind became clearer and clearer. It was a woman calling out his previous name...
The vast world, the mountains are high and the water is long, the wind is warm.
Xu Lang left with Zero, chasing Yan Yan who had left first, walking in the direction of the nameless, in the spring breeze, and they still rushed to their own lives.
Then...
In the spring now, there is only an unknown person, sitting on the grass, enjoying unprecedented peace.
His extremely resolute body became gentle at this moment. He closed his eyes and listened carefully, the sound of continuous recovery from the depths of his soul.
Something is helping him find the lost memory.
The woman who disappeared in the long river of past years, the sullen face, was calling his name.
"Joe, I'm back..."
"Jun, I remember you..."
…
"Where is the nameless?"
Yan Yan turned his head blankly, he looked at the two figures who were struggling downhill and shouted.
Xu Lang is holding on to zero, not fast, and there is no nameless, but there is still a lot of time.
As he walked, he took a deep breath of the unique spring here. The last time he saw spring, he didn't know how long it was.
This piece of heaven and earth is false, but Wuming stayed here, but made everything real.
"The final round has already begun. The first person the newspaper finds is unknown. He wants to stay and retrieve what he lost. This is his own choice."
Xu Lang didn't feel too much sentimental in his heart, and when he said this, it was not as difficult to accept when he said it.
This may be the nameless fate.
It seems that this way of ending is not unacceptable, at least it is a good ending for Wuming.
Yan Yan frowned. He didn't expect things to start so soon. He looked at Xu Lang and asked softly: "I still haven't seen what the final outcome of the newspaper really means? You..."
Xu Lang shook his head and raised his head towards Yan Yan's back.
Yan Yan turned around blankly, and then his face was full of suspiciousness. He had just arrived at this time, and it was empty here, but at this moment, with the arrival of Xu Lang and Ling, an old wooden door appeared.
And it seems to be placed here independently, without a door frame, just standing irregularly on the grass.
Yan Yan even made a circle around the wooden door. There was still grass behind the door, and there was no channel leading to any location.
He stared at him, "Maybe open the door and walk in, and we will enter the next stage, the second stage of the final game!"
Zero didn’t speak the first sentence until now, "Fate also..."
He got rid of Xu Lang's support, and walked forward gropingly until he reached the wooden door, where his old dry palm gently stroked it.
"Spring is an obscure season.
Only if he stays, will he give the door to the next world.
This is fate..." (End of this chapter)