The night outside the hospital was dark, the light in the room was dim, and the electronic sounds of medical equipment beeped, like an old-fashioned clock, urging people to return or return.
There was no movement in the shadow of the corner of the house, only the thick dark green curtains swayed gently under the blowing of the internal circulation ventilation system. No cat passed by, but it seemed like a cat passed by.
A long period of silence is like a sudden blank in the human mind, not knowing the specific minutes and seconds, only knowing that it exists and is long.
Then from that shadow came a voice.
"No, this is not my home, you forgot, our home is behind the mountain, four kilometers away from the gym, there are no neon lights, no such a big private lake, and no hundreds of stupid soldiers acting as bodyguards... This is just your home, the tomb of the living dead built for you by the Federation, a cold palace."
Feng Yu's voice was as hoarse and cold as many years ago, with a mockery and frivolity that no one could imitate. child, but with some kind of cross-legged sitting on the top of Jiuyue Mountain and squinting to see S1's marshmallow-like storm overlooking the coolness.
Lipif on the hospital bed quietly looked at the shadows in the corner, his eyes were calm and weak, but his answer was not knowing why, and there was also a lot of sarcasm. As a federal military god, in this long life, probably only In front of this person, he can feel the real equivalence, so he also has some kind of freedom.
"We haven't seen each other for decades. This is probably the last time we meet. I don't want to repeat those boring quarrels with you."
The old man frowned in pain, waved his hand in annoyance and continued, "You choose to come and see me at the end, and you won't come to argue with me about right or wrong again."
"Why not?" The voice in the shadow sounded very quickly, with a sharpness that made the eardrums uncomfortable, "You are going to die soon, of course I want to make these things clear before you die, otherwise you After I die, who am I going to talk to? Your son? Or your grandson? Or that bitch president who puts black shoe polish on his face every day? By the way, old man, do you think that bitch president really thinks he's painted himself Does he look more manly when it's dark? Or is he really addicted to pretending to be a miner?"
Although I couldn't see the expression of the man in the shadow of the corner, I could imagine that his facial features must be very relaxed and mocking when he said these words sarcastically.
"I don't want to talk to you about these boring things." The old man on the hospital bed decisively stopped the trend of the conversation developing in this direction, although his arms were shaking very much, "I started fighting at the age of seven or eight, I don't want to think about seven or eighty years old. I still have to fight at the age... I'm going to die, I want to keep the right not to listen to your nonsense, if you insist on continuing to fight, then I'll just die."
"Don't use death to scare me, and don't pretend to be dead. I know you best in this universe. Even if you only have your last breath, your breath can definitely support you to jump out of bed and slap me again."
Feng Yu sat calmly in the shadows, unable to see the outline of his body at all. He could only vaguely capture a certain existence through the sound and the faint reflection of the stars outside the window. When Li Pifu said indifferently that he was about to die, his Sitting slightly leaning forward, it turned into a mockery after all.
"It must be admitted that when it comes to fighting, there is no one in the universe who is your opponent, and neither am I, so I must keep a distance from you, or you will really jump up from the bed and slap me I die, but because I used up my last breath and burp... My brother died on the same day, this kind of ending seems too bloody, I don't want to accept it."
With a bang, a lighter ignited, illuminating the corners of the wall. The dark green curtains seemed to have become ammunition bound by blue flames under the warm firelight. Cigarette butts light and dim in the dark.
"Actually, I've been thinking, if you really come to see me for the last time, should I set up a trap to catch you, or kill you... This may be the last chance. After I die, I may And no one can deal with you."
Lipif's withered hands gently stroked the white quilt, and his hoarse and tired voice echoed in his shriveled chest.
After a pause, he smiled with difficulty, and continued to whisper with emotion: "But I didn't do it, because... even if I made a plan, I can't be sure whether the troops can catch you or kill you, and the other is more important. The reason is that I have done enough for the Federation in my life, and at the end of this time, I should be qualified to live a normal life."
The old man looked at the motionless red light spot in the dark corner and said calmly, "In the end, I don't want to fight with you, I just want to talk to you."
"Old man, you are still so narcissistic. In fact, you have been alive for decades, but you can't kill me. As for the universe after your death, it is actually much more exciting than you imagined. Your grandson, Waifu is poor. That strong and outrageous girl, and Xu Le, may be able to deal with me, but the question is, other than your old stubbornness, who would think about dealing with their own brothers every day?"
The man in the shadow froze and took a deep breath, his voice soft and mocking, as the smoke filled the room.
Then he bent the middle finger of his right hand, clamped the lower end of the cigarette filter with his thumb, flicked the cigarette lightly, and the flaming cigarette, like a missile that traveled at high speed in the air of the imperial planet, bounced towards Lipiff on the hospital bed.
The whole universe thinks that the dying old man in the hospital bed is dying and unable to move, the cigarette should fall directly on his face, and then splash the humiliating spark, but this is not the case, the weak and exhausted old man with only his last breath lifts with difficulty With his right arm, he separated two fingers, clamped the cigarette with unparalleled precision, and then took a sip to his lips. On his old cheeks, which were full of scars and loose skin, there was a feeling of great enjoyment.
The cooperation is very skillful. About a few decades ago, at the beginning of the thirty-seventh calendar year or even the last few years of the last calendar year, the pair of brothers greedily smoked the cigarettes of their elders in the back of the Philadelphia Mountains.
"Regarding the younger generation, I have to admit that you are better than me in terms of education. I am not good at teaching people, and only use facts to lead people away, so in the process of teaching Li Feng, I will only use bloody psychological means And unhealthy medical methods to stimulate the development of his meridians, and when I first saw Xu Le a few years ago, I realized that you have taken him to a farther place."
"Again, you don't need to be humble about fighting, because that would seem hypocritical, and this situation can only prove that your luck is too bad."
The man in the shadow lit another cigarette, and still only had a glimpse of his face, and said, "Blood inheritance has never been a stable thing. It is not unusual for our old Li's generation to be inferior to the next generation. When I was a child, my teacher said that some Humans are born to practice these things, Xu Le is like this, so is the girl in the empire who looks like a man."
He stared at his brother on the bed from the shadows, and after a long silence he suddenly said: "Actually, the ten postures I taught Xu Le, in addition to inspiring true qi, are mainly to restrain the self-cultivation in Philadelphia, that is, to deal with you and others. Your filial son and grandson."
There was no surprised expression on Li Pif's old and weak face, and he said mockingly: "When I first knew about your student's existence a few years ago, I knew that you were conspiring again. George Carlin, Professor Jin, mechanic Yu Feng, Feng Yu, it seems that you have been incessantly engaging in conspiracies all your life, but the funny thing is, it seems that none of your conspiracies can last until the day you succeed, you always get half of them and leave them alone, Xu Le … it looks like that too.”
"I like to play conspiracy?" The voice in the shadow became sharp, and he mocked: "You, an old guy who has been out of the army for more than ten years, throws the marshal's uniform in the closet and molds it. Don't forget to let the conservative son control the army before he dies, to wait for my stupid student Xu Le to grow up gradually, and throw Du Shaoqing to the front line to fight... You have already arranged everything."
"That's right, this is my arrangement." Li Piff squeezed the cigarette lightly and whispered calmly, "What about you? What is your arrangement?"
"There is no arrangement." Feng Yu waved his cigarette butts in the shadows, and said disdainfully, "Qinglong Mountain? Students? These things are not fun, I have long since wanted to play."
Li Piff shook his head with difficulty, and said with emotion: "Thinking of your life, even I have to be shocked. To tell the truth, sometimes I think that my brother caused so many troubles in the federation. There is a hidden pride that cannot be declared."
"Although you rarely surprised me, I still have to finish my sentence." Feng Yu in the shadow looked at his brother on the bed and said indifferently, "I'm not a conspirator, you are the biggest conspirator in this universe."
"Do you want to argue again?" Li Pifu coughed uncomfortably, staring at the dark corner angrily and gloomily, "Do you want to deny that there is no conspiracy behind the cultivation of Xu Le?"
"Of course not." Feng Yu said, "He is a cute and well-behaved puppy who can watch over the house and nurse the hospital, and can pick and play for fun, so I picked it up and kept it at home, but I found out that this is a very talented puppy. , that came later."
"Don't try to explain or hide anything." Lipif looked indifferently at the dark corner and said, "Perhaps this proves that you also have some kind of guilt."
"Guilty?" The man became annoyed, waved his arms excitedly, and said, "I taught him to repair mecha, teach him to make mecha, teach him to use mecha, teach him to fight, teach him to kill cows, teach him Eating cows and teaching him to enjoy life, what do I have to feel guilty about? Old man, if you really think there is a conspiracy behind this matter, wouldn't it be your character to investigate it?"
"No need to investigate." Lipif sneered and said with disdain, "I also know there is a conspiracy."
"No conspiracy."
"There is a conspiracy."
"No!"
"Have!"
In the quiet room late at night, a fierce and childish quarrel resounded like a child.
Li Piff and Feng Yu are undoubtedly the 37th Constitutional Calendar. No, it should be said that they are the most incredible pair of brothers in the long history. They stand arrogantly in the stars between the Federation and the Empire, and they have completely affected our existence. world for decades.
They have influenced history, changed history, and even they themselves are history. They seem to be very different in age, but in fact they are already old, with the dust of history.
It is such a pair of brothers, tonight on the lakeside of Philadelphia, on the hospital bed, in the shadows, they accuse each other angrily like children, quarreling, spitting saliva that is about to dry up because of their old age, they can admit defeat, but they are resolutely unwilling to admit their mistakes.