: Quiet and Thoughtful

"Everyone, follow up."

All the way west.

Millions of people carry bags on their backs.

This is an inevitable migration.

Because the base of hearts cannot be defended, no one can refute this.

But the heart base will not disappear.

Everyone will rebuild the Heart Base under the leadership of the Tigers, and it will be a new home.

Wan Sheng.

The human race is victorious.

Hu Xin, with pale hair, took the lead.

She holds the flag of the Red Heart Base high in her hand, like a pioneer in the Koran, about to lead believers to a new paradise.

Rumble.

It rained heavily.

This rain lasted for half a month.

When the rain stops.

Zhang Heng looked around and saw that the sea water had reached the edge of the city wall.

Let’s look at the deep sea area again.

Some ocean giants are wandering here, apparently just waiting for the sea level to rise again and the former site of the Heart Base to turn into the ocean, they will come here to have a carnival.

"flood!"

Zhang Heng withdrew his gaze and looked in the direction of the tiger leader.

Enter the eyes.

In an open space, the white-haired Hu Xin was teaching a group of children headed by Hong to practice martial arts.

Tick ​​tock.

Tick ​​tock.

Time continues to move forward.

One year.

Five years.

ten years.

In the blink of an eye, we come to the year 395 of the Age of Behemoths.

This year.

Hong, twenty-six years old.

This winter.

It's snowing heavily.

There was a fireplace in the room, and hot tea and cakes were placed on the table.

Hu Xin lay quietly on the rocking chair, with a knitted scarf beside her hand, as if she was asleep.

bye.

Goodbye.

The farewell procession formed a ten-mile long street.

In the eyes of the residents of Red Heart Base City, Hu Xin is a legend who led them out of trouble.

nowadays.

Legend did not fall, but returned to her utopia.

"Lord Hong City, please show your condolences."

Bouquets of flowers were placed in front of the tombstone.

As the descendant of Hu Xin, Hong wears the iconic black combat uniform and the white scarf.

He just stood quietly.

From day to night.

I don’t know if I am looking at the black and white photo or the elegiac couplet of ‘Born in sorrow, died in happiness’.

"Are you Hong?"

There were footsteps behind me.

Hong turned around and saw that it was a strange young man who came.

He held a handful of wild flowers picked from the countryside in his hand and walked to the tombstone alone: ​​"I saw you before, and you were no taller than a wheelbarrow back then. Today you are already a man."

"Who is you?"

Hong looked confused.

Because Zhang Heng looked small, he felt very heavy.

This is an indescribable feeling, just like standing in front of a majestic monument and admiring the traces of time.

"I am a butterfly."

Zhang Heng put down the flowers: "I am dancing gracefully to witness the gorgeous music. Actually, I don't have to come, but your grandma and I can be considered half-old friends, so I came here to see you by the way."

Said.

Zhang Heng looked at Hong with eyes full of wisdom: "Have you heard of my story?"

Hong thought again and again.

If he remembered correctly, when he was a child, his grandma told him some things about his youth.

What impressed him most was that his grandma once said that there was an extremely powerful spiritual master who could control space living in seclusion in the city of Red Heart Base. She tried to become his master several times but failed.

Later?

I don't know if that person disappeared or went somewhere else.

She was never seen again.

A flash.

Ninety years have passed.

The former Heart Base City has turned into a vast ocean.

The new base city of hearts thrives within Tiger Territory.

Hong is not so sure.

But looking at Zhang Heng's indifferent expression, he couldn't help but ask: "Are you the senior who can control space?"

Zhang Heng smiled and nodded.

Seeing him admit it, Hong became even more confused: "Why?"

Why is this sound?

The question is why Zhang Heng has not been out since the Heart Base City has been struggling in recent years.

To know.

The average lifespan of the Blue Star human race after the cataclysm is one hundred and fifty years.

It is common for some powerful people, especially S-class war gods, to live two hundred years.

Hu Xin, however, did not even live past the threshold of one hundred and ten years old, and his life span was not as good as that of ordinary people. The reason why he died prematurely was entirely due to the fact that he had spent too much effort fighting for the Red Heart Base City over the years.

It's not like I'm complaining.

Hong just didn't understand: "You are a legend in my grandma's mouth. Time cannot leave a mark on your face. In this case, you must be very strong, but why don't you stand up to help the human race and the Red Heart Base City?"

Woolen cloth?"

Zhang Heng thought for a while.

He replied: "According to your understanding, I have the ability to protect the Red Heart Base City and even rewrite the fate of the Blue Star human race."

"But you know, everything on Blue Star is insignificant when looking at the entire universe. Blue Star humans are not the only intelligent race in the universe. We can't even say that you are the only human beings."

"This is an era when princes, generals, and generals have their own kind, and it is also an era that belongs to you."

"And I am a butterfly flying around, never staying for anyone, and never starting to save, because it is meaningless."
To be continued...