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The slight sound of medicine dripping from the infusion tube made the ward even more silent.

Yun Zian sat quietly by the hospital bed like a stone sculpture, holding a skinny old man's hand in his palm. At this moment, his heart was already numb.

Probably only loss is the truth after being tempered by fate.

Every time Mr. Zhang took a breath, he felt a heavy burden, which symbolized his dying life, but he closed his eyes unwillingly, "Yuan..."

Yun Zi'an's eyelids trembled violently.

In this world, there are not many people left who call him "Yuan".

"Hua..." Zhang Lao's hoarse voice seemed to be blocked by a blockage, making him unable to speak, but he repeated persistently, "Hua..."

Yun Zian raised his head stiffly, and looked at the elder who watched him grow up. He didn't know what kind of karmic fire Zhang Lao used his life like a mustard to burn, but it was like a lightning strike, reminding him of ——

Before his mother was alive... she was a woman who loved flowers.

And Zhang Lao...unfortunately, he is a gardener.

"Grandpa Zhang..." Yun Zi'an's voice could not help but choke, "You..."

"Hua..." Mr. Zhang's life had come to an end, his anger was visibly diminished, and he repeated almost unconsciously, "Yuan... Hua..."

"Yuan...go home..."

drop----

The end-of-life line was finally pulled, and Yun Zian was pulled away like a puppet by the influx of medical staff. At that moment, he was in a hurry, as if he was just a bystander to this world.

After watching Mr. Zhang being pushed into the mortuary, Yun Zian rushed to the Yun family villa immediately.

His heart seemed to contain a mouthful of hot and gloomy blood, continuously drawing his vitality, but also continuously supporting his body.

Walking into the villa, the first thing that catches the eye is a flower wall surrounded by lush clumps of roses, which is the last trace left by the mistress of the villa, and it is also the place where Yun Zi'an, who lost his mother when he was young, stays most often.

He often takes one or two books and stays in the glass greenhouse surrounded by flower walls.

Occasionally dance too.

What Yun Zi'an didn't know was that on a certain night with a clear breeze and bright moon, another teenager passed by the flower wall and secretly left a photo of him dancing, which was kept in a necklace and worn with him for many years.

The flower wall was his shelter when he was young, it was the beginning of his love life, and it seemed like... a sinking coffin that was about to be opened by him.

In the muddy torrential rain, Yun Zi'an used a pair of trembling and cold hands to dig out a small box from under the flower wall, only the size of the palm of his hands.

Accompanied by the rumbling thunder, Yun Zi'an's face looked pale and gloomy, holding the box as if he was holding his mother's bones, his eyes were ferociously moist and red.

The few memories about his mother flashed in his mind, as if most of them happened under the flower wall, either his mother held his hand and guided him to learn how to walk, or his mother hugged him in her arms, Read the picture book of fairy tales word by word.

Maybe the clues have been buried since then.

Now, after a lapse of 22 years, he, who has grown up, dug out the dusty truth with his own hands.

"Mother……"

Yun Zi'an arched his back in pain, and knelt on the ground. The heavy rain washed his abrupt back, his figure was emaciated and thin, but in the void, there seemed to be a gentle phantom of a woman, separated by yin and yang, life and death, embracing with his own child.

However, what was unexpected... Yun Zian was surprised that there were so few things in the box.

He didn't know how long the emotions had been brewing before he finally opened the box, and he was even prepared that there would be nothing in the box, or that all the evidence would be destroyed by time.

But the box contained only—

A picture book, a tape, and...a ring.

Yun Zi'an took the shortest time to flip through the picture book. It tells a very simple fairy tale. The wolf wants to eat the sheep, the sheep want to escape, and the shepherd dog protects the sheep and fights the wolf.

Great for bedtime reading for kids.

But upon closer inspection, it is found that this fairy tale is not at all praising the loyalty and bravery of the shepherd dog, the dedication of the sheep, or criticizing the cunning of the wolf.

On the contrary, the shepherd dogs herd the sheep, and the sheep are weak and cowardly and dare not escape from the beginning to the end, while the wolf complies with the principle of natural selection and controls the sheep by the survival of the fittest.

Putting down the picture book in his hand, Yun Zian picked up the ring again, frowning to examine the tiny details of the ring, as if to make sure of something... He gently put the ring on his left thumb.

Strictly fit.

At that moment, Yun Zi'an didn't know whether it was a coincidence or a trick, Yun Xiangyu's severed thumb suddenly appeared in his mind, and his breathing seemed to be held by someone.

coincidence?

Artificial?

conspiracy?

Yes...tape...and tape...

Yun Zi'an forcibly controlled his trembling breathing, and reached out to touch the tape, but his hand slipped a few times. I don't know how much control he had to use to finally insert the tape into the tape recorder.

Fortunately, the 22-year-old tape is still usable.

And what came out turned out to be...

"Вставай, проклятьемзаклеймённый (Arise, insulted and cursed!), Весьмирголодныхирабов! (Arise, slaves of hunger and cold!) КипитнашразумвозмущённыйИ (full of enthusiasm), всмертныйб ойвестиготов (fight to the death)..."

At the end of the song, the elegant voice of the commander sounded, and it seemed that he could be seen leading the orchestra, bowing to the audience——

"The Herbert Classical Orchestra here for you. (Herbert Classical Orchestra for you)"