God's Prayer and Nightwish

"I gave it to you." Feng Yi'an pushed the door open and came in.

He has already washed up briefly, and put on a set of clean clothes prepared by the servants. Although it is only the most simple and common light gray singlet with linen trousers, it still looks clean and elegant, as if he has never been contaminated by the wasteland. sandstorm.After his hair was neatly erected, his eyebrows, which were very similar to von der Wien's, were exposed, especially those gray eyes were exactly the same, but they exuded a completely different calm temperament.

After many years, he, who was no longer young, finally stepped into this ship and this room again.Miraculously, his existence is not at all obtrusive, as if it has been patched together like a corner of the map that has been missing for many years.

It seemed that the smiling face at the Wasteland Fair was a passer-by, and he finally came back here.

What if Yi is still there?Feng Yi'an suddenly thought that they would move around the wasteland like before, visiting old friends occasionally, and taking care of Yi's little apprentice from time to time.Or, will they get tired of the outside world sooner and come back here together?

It's just that the old friends are gone, the little apprentice has grown up, and even the old friends who went home together are gone.

Feng Yi'an's Adam's apple moved, and he stroked the corners of his clothes with his fingers—he was very nervous, but he still tried to speak calmly: "Father, brother, hello, long time no see."

The huge living room suddenly became compact, as if some invisible force had squashed all the air in this extremely dense few square meters.Hissi felt that his neck was a little stiff, and from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the pupils of the two people on the other side of the room, their pupils dilated instantly, their shocked and stupefied looks seemed ridiculous.

Seeing that they didn't respond, Feng Yi'an put his hands behind his back, his fingers were tangled together, his palms were covered in cold sweat, and the box against his chest was faintly hot.

Clearing his throat, he said again: "I'm sorry for rashly using my access authority that has not been recovered, but there was really no better way at the time. If you want to take it back, I completely understand..."

"Wait," von der Wien finally said, interrupting his thoughts, "Don't talk about those irrelevant things, you... who are you... what's going on with you..."

He looked confused, he turned his head and asked Hiroji: "What is this!"

He pointed at Feng Yi'an, but asked "what is it?" His face was darkened, and he said, "This is an artificial intelligence that looks very similar to your brother. I bought it at the wasteland market."

Feng Deweien said in a daze: "Really?"

Hiji burst out: "You didn't believe that I was persecuted and hunted to death by my family, but you do believe this!"

Feng Yi'an called again in a low voice: "Brother..."

"Don't call me brother!" Feng Deweien said furiously, "Who the hell are you? My brother would never call me 'brother', no, my brother died a long time ago, how could he come back!"

Feng Yi'an showed a tangled expression, and had no choice but to call Feng Deweien by his nickname—it was a title that only the two brothers would use when they were young.

"Pooh."

Von der Wien seemed even more collapsed in the shock, Hijiri let out a "poof", trying not to laugh at this inopportune moment.

Feng Yi'an explained with a guilty conscience: "I... I didn't die, it was really me, I..."

Von der Wien: "You're not dead? How could you not be dead! Why haven't you been home for so many years since you're not dead? Why haven't you heard from me all these years!"

Faced with his anger, Feng Yi'an was speechless—this is why he has become more and more afraid to go home for so many years. If he misses the deadline for apologizing, he will be forgiven. Every day that is delayed, the connection with his family is weakened. points, the words of explanation are more difficult to export.Feng Yi'an didn't answer, but Feng Deweien also seemed to lose interest in the answer to his own question - because the answer was obvious.He is no longer that naive and wishful little devil. It's not that my brother has any difficulties, but he simply doesn't want them anymore.

It's just that he doesn't know why he chooses to appear again now—but maybe he just happened to meet Hisuji who needs help, and then he will leave again.

He is always like this, he is always so gentle to strangers, but so ruthless to his family.In contrast, all his goodness turned into harm at once.

Compared with Feng Deweien's incoherent speech, Feng Yi'an's abnormal silence made Feng Yi'an's heart beat even more - the other party put away his usual cheerful and amiable appearance, and looked at the eldest son returning home expressionlessly, without saying a word, exuding He showed a long-lost cold aura, and even Hiroshi, who was watching from the side, was nervous for him.

"Father, I... I'm back." Feng Yi'an stood obediently with his hands down.He is over forty years old, but at this moment he is like a cramped child, waiting for his parents to scold him.

"Since you said so," Elder Feng said, with no warmth in his hoarse voice.

Feng Yi'an held his breath and waited for his next sentence. Elder Feng continued: "Before you leave, remember to return the key, it is not for outsiders."

Von der Wien was also taken aback for a moment, and whispered anxiously: "Father!"

Feng Yi'an bit his lip and lowered his head as if he knew it earlier, and said, "I understand."

He took out the small box, opened it, took out the key and put it on the table. Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Mr. Feng asked again, "Your mother gave you that box?"

Feng Yi'an nodded, hesitating whether he had to return the box, but Feng Lao said, "You can keep this."

"Father!" von der Wien called again, louder.

"What?" Feng Lao gave him a sideways glance, Feng Deweien opened his mouth, looked at Feng Yi'an with a troubled expression, and finally closed his mouth.

Feng Yi'an couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or what, he just felt empty in his heart, and suddenly regretted it.He shouldn't have come back by himself.

"Doctor!" An Xi's voice suddenly came from outside the door, looking for him from far to near, "Where are you playing?"

Immediately afterwards, Nightwish's voice came again—his voice was lowered, and he couldn't hear it clearly: "It should be here... Maybe he's busy..."

"Never mind him," Mio said.

As soon as he said that, the door was pushed open, and all three of them washed clean, returning to the appearance of humans in a civilized society. On the other hand, only Hiraji was dirty and smelly - the water from the subway, the blood from the mutated monsters, the blood from the beach. The mud and sand, as well as the salt left after the sweat evaporated, made him the only oddity in the room.

"Where are the others?" Elder Feng asked. "Don't you want to eat?"

Mio returned and said, "They're not hungry, they're going to sleep first."

"Sleeping?!" Feng Lao asked in surprise, "Where did you sleep? Such a large group of people?" Without waiting for anyone to answer, he hurriedly stood up again, passing Feng Yi'an without even looking at him, walking He muttered loudly: "Hurry up, I have something to do later, I don't have time to play house with you."

Feng Yi'an, who was classified into "a large group of people", walked away a few steps with his head down, and stood next to Mio and Hiuji. An Xi pulled him and told him how beautiful and luxurious this place is, and he just smiled and listened, just A little absent-minded.

Even when eating, Feng Yi'an sat with them at the end of the long table.Von der Wien stared at him all the time, and he could meet his eyes as long as he raised his head, but he never did.

As he said, Mr. Feng went out after eating two mouthfuls, leaving Feng Deweien to entertain the strange visitors, and Hiroshi sat next to him. It is Yewish and Anxi, and Feng Yi'an is at the end.Anxi ate fresh while eating. He had to ask Yewish what each dish was, and Yewish explained it to him passionately—he was originally a servant, so he knew these things very well. He knows everything well.Feng Deweien looked at it with interest for a while—Yeyuan always followed Sisi's side step by step, but now he was sitting so far away, talking and laughing intimately with others, which was very fresh.

"Hey, hey," von der Wien nudged Hisuke with his elbow, "what's going on?"

"What?" Hiji raised his head and glanced around, and couldn't help but take another look—the two children said something together, Anxi pinched his finger with the crab's pincers, Yeyuan pretended to hide, and smiled His eyebrows and eyes are curved.

Are you so happy?Why did I never see him smile like this when I was in front of him, Hiji thought to himself, but said: "What's going on?"

Von der Wien laughed disdainfully, peeling a nut-like snack in his hand to eat, with Erlang's legs crossed, his trousers showing a thin ankle, leisurely and lightly as if he was talking to himself, but the tone was intentionally annoying : "Since I was a child, I have liked people, cheated and cheated to get them into my hands, kissed them, and eaten them. I have been tired of them for so many years, and I still pretend to feel that I have a pure master-servant relationship with them."

Every time he said a word, Sisi's face turned darker, and by the end, it was almost raining acid on his face.

Von der Wien cleared his throat, then changed the subject and asked, "So what do you want me to do? Kill Mande with your hands? Force Gong Luot? Kidnap Dorne? Return to the Center of the Earth?"

Hiji gave him a hard look before saying, "Lend me some money."

Von der Wien: "..."

Hiji: "Seriously, 200 million is enough."

Von der Wien almost threw a nut shell in his face: "What's enough'! Do you think my money is from a typhoon! Do you think my money is from playing cards!"

Hijiri said impatiently: "Stop talking about playing cards, you are not as skilled as others, and it would be embarrassing to talk about it all the time. Speaking of typhoons, who signed the weather intervention order a few days ago?"

Feng Deweien wondered: "I don't know, your dad, no, it's your uncle... Don't change the subject, I want 200 million, no!"

Hiji asked, "Then how much do you have?"

Von der Wien squinted at him: "First of all, what do you want the money for? Recruiting troops? Let me tell you, now, except for the guards of each family, all the strong men are being sent by Mandela to build a lunar exploration base."

"Moon Exploration Base?" Hiji sneered, "Nightwish has been there before, it's an empty shell, full of mutated monsters holding parties." Feng Deweien nodded like this beforehand: "It takes so many people to support, no wonder Ask your uncle for help."

"You don't know how to worry about the armed forces," Hiji said, "I asked you to borrow some money to build a laboratory for your brother, and I promised him."

Feng Deweien was speechless for two seconds, and said: "...you are getting more and more excessive, can you make up the reason? Why does he want this when he is so good?"

Hijiri said with a sincere face: "Really, you know, your brother likes to tinker with these experiments and medicines, and even took in a little apprentice, hey, the one who talked to Yewish. I promised him before that I would buy it for him." The laboratory with top-level equipment, he helped me activate your private waterway."

Feng Deweien is still speechless——Feng Yi'an has been obsessed with chemical experiments and medical research since he was a child, but if his goal is just a high-end laboratory, he can just go home and dismantle the entire Laurel. No one will stop him if he pretends to be a super laboratory.

His father was no longer as tyrannical as he was back then. Ever since his elder brother ran away from home, he seemed to have fallen into confusion all of a sudden, and he didn't restrain Von der Wien much after that.But education is so unpredictable. The more strict the supervision, the more rebellious the more, and the more lethargic, but they learn the things of starting a business honestly.

It's just his father's attitude just now...whether it was difficult to accept for a while, or he really didn't want his brother to come back, he felt a little bit drummed.

Thinking of this, Feng Deweien couldn't help but look at his brother again - every time he moved his eyes away, he felt as if he had already forgotten his appearance, but the moment he saw him again, he felt so familiar that he never left Pass.

Across the long table, Feng Yi'an felt his gaze, raised his head, and seeing that he was looking at him, he couldn't help but smile.Von der Wien didn't respond, just averted his eyes expressionlessly.

Von der Wien was caught taking a sneak peek, and he pretended to lift the communication terminal on his wrist to look at it, but unexpectedly, the terminal really lit up—a communication request had been sent.

Feng Deweien took a look, with a strange expression on his face, and said to Hiroshi, "Someone is looking for you."

Hiroshi raised his head in surprise, and asked vigilantly, "Who? How did you know?"

They were obviously very cautious along the way. How could someone learn of his movements so quickly? Could it be that someone on the Laurel betrayed them.

"Mande?" Hisi asked, "If he found me, why didn't he snipe us before we got on the Laurel?" Now with Feng's protection, the other party would not dare to break his face.

"It's not Mander, it's Gogol," said von der Wien.

"Gogol? What is he going to do?" Hijiru looked even more surprised.

But if you think about it carefully, the Gogol family is mainly engaged in transportation and logistics, sitting on half of all the commercial routes on Xumoti. The routes are intricate and monitoring is everywhere. If someone has to find out, they would make sense . "It's not him, it's her," von der Wien said, "Miss your prospective fiancée."

Zhou Si was silent, and after a while he said, "I'm not here."

Von der Wien glanced at him: "I won't say it, you say it yourself." But the communication request was not passed for a long time, so it was cut off.

"What's this for?" von der Wien said, "Didn't you have a good chat with Anna before? You still didn't pay attention to the ally who came to your door."

Hiji silently broke the bread into small pieces, and said, "It's coming so soon...let's delay it."

Von der Wien said: "Your brain is short-circuited? Now you're reserved again. Didn't you have a big date and everyone knows about it before?"

Hiji shook his head: "It was different before. I wanted to catch Gogol and tell him not to place bets too quickly, so I could be a little cautious before making a move. How can it work now? The trick of falsehood and falsehood can no longer be mixed. If you want to meet, you have to be serious."

"What's the matter with the real thing? Isn't it a matter of time before you two get married? You still have this awareness," von der Wien said. Where to go?"

"What kind of neutral is Gogol?" Hijiri threw down the flattened bread he had squeezed and rounded with some disgust.

Von der Wien couldn't believe it: "Who wants him to be reliable, his resources are reliable."

Hiji thought for a while, but didn't answer directly, only said: "Isn't this about you?"

Feng Deweien waved his hands again and again: "I didn't promise you anything, I just wanted to take you in for two days because I grew up together. I don't mean to help you against anyone."

Hisi said angrily: "If you don't want those things, just borrow some money. Didn't you repair the laboratory that your brother blew up later? Just borrow it and use it. Just ask for another 100 million. You can give him any equipment he wants." Set up."

Von der Wien was simply unbelievable: "Why are you still arguing with this matter? When is it time to repair the laboratory? What are you going to do? If you don't explain it to me, don't even think about taking half of the pen refill from me. .” Hiji thought for a while and said, “Then I have to ask.”

"Ask? Ask what? Ask who?" Von der Wien wondered.

Hiji turned his head and hooked Mio, but the other didn't even look at him, and said, "I heard, you can ask No. [-] yourself."

The implication is that he has no objection—the doctor and master rescued him and raised him with his own hands, and then entrusted him to take care of his good friend who is the bounty captain. Without them, he would have died [-] times in the wasteland up.Since it is the doctor's family, he is willing to give it to him if it is blood or life.

No, life is a little more expensive now, and I don't want to hand it over yet.

Hearing what he said, Hiji stood up and went out for a walk, and brought three mutants with him when he came back—in fact, he only invited number two, but 29 was afraid that it would be "too stupid and easy to be fooled", so he followed, 73 I don't know what's going on at all, and when I see the excitement, I have to come up to join in.

His boss gave him a wink, and Feng Deweien told all the servants in the room to go out. Mi Ao listened carefully and said, "They are all gone."

Hisuji cleared his throat, and began to briefly explain the connection between several things, saying that during the serum experiment, No. [-] took off his hood, and von der Wien almost fell off the stool.

He stood up and took several steps back, and the stool was kicked over by him, 73 was very satisfied with his panicked reaction.

"Are you crazy? Are you going to take the whole Humoti to be buried with you?" Feng Deweien stood on the spot in a daze: "If anyone is accidentally scratched, the whole Humoti will be destroyed."

He paused, and said in disbelief, "No, there are dozens of people, all of them are..."

No. 73 said dumbly: "I'm fine, why bother you." It took another look at the dishonest [-], and suddenly felt that it didn't have enough confidence.

"All of you, let's go." Von der Wien waved his hands, as if chasing some bugs. "Where you come and go, you can talk about other things. This won't work."

29 looked at him coldly with his arms folded the whole time, and seemed to have no big feelings for this unavoidable reaction, but Feng Yi'an subtly noticed that it seemed to be unhappy.

"You guys go out first, put your hats on," Feng Yi'an said, "I'll explain to him."

Seeing his brother walking towards him, Feng Deweien, who was bluffing, became honest immediately, and asked in a low voice: "Are you sure? This is not a joke."

Feng Yi'an didn't answer his words, but asked, "You helped me restore the laboratory?"

Von der Wien was a little embarrassed—the elder brother had a big fight with his father before he left, and the laboratory was smashed by his father. He thought that his elder brother ran away from home in anger with his father because of this incident, and he would be back soon.That's why he quietly restored the laboratory little by little without his father's back, thinking that his brother would be happy when he came back.Many years later, he realized that he was stupid, but the laboratory was just left there and never used for other purposes.

His reason was—there was no shortage of such places on the Laurel.

Feng Deweien nodded, and finally asked: "You... how have you been all these years? Where's Brother Yi?

Feng Yi'an didn't say "good" or "not good", but only said: "Yi...has been gone for seven years." Feng Deweien actually had a hunch, but hearing him say it himself, he still felt his heart sink.He changed his mind and frowned, "Then why haven't you come home?"

Feng Yi'an was taken aback, hesitantly said: "I..."

Feng Deweien gritted his teeth and said, "It's my fault, it's my fault that I thought you and brother Yi were happy and happy in the wasteland, in the outside world, so happy, so I don't want to come back to this ghost place at all." His injured expression resembled that of his childhood: "The result is not at all, it's all so painful, why don't you go home!"

Feng Yian lowered his head and covered his face, and Feng Deweien fell silent for a while.

After burying it in his hands for a while, Feng Yi'an raised his head again—he did not shed tears, and regained his composure, and said, "You are right, I am a bad brother, a bad son, a coward, I dare not go home, I don't know where to go, I don't think about it most of the time, I'm afraid that if I think about it, I just..."

"Okay, okay," von der Wien was suddenly afraid of the direction of the topic, and interrupted him quickly: "Just take it as if I'm angry. Didn't you say that the wind and sand on the wasteland are big and dry? Why are you still growing?" In this way, look at me, you and your father work hard every day, now you look at me more like an older brother."

Feng Yi'an looked up at him, swallowed a few words back in his heart, and said: "I have been dealing with those high-level radiation men for a while, and they are completely different from those mutated monsters in the wasteland. Reason, logic, and memory are even more human than some people. It's just fate playing tricks, and they just want a chance."

"But your experiment is extremely risky, and the results cannot be guaranteed. If you can't make successful serums by then, are you sure they won't be stimulated?" Feng Deweien asked, "If they are really as powerful as Hiji said, by the time Who can stop it?"

Feng Yi'an bit his lower lip—it's not that he didn't think about it, but 29's words rang in his ears—"Every day I'm waiting for the real end to come, and every day is a day for me. die."

Feng Yi'an shook his head: "Their anger has long been consumed in questioning fate every day in the past. The eternal despair is something you and I can't understand."

Von der Wien seemed to understand, but he still didn't agree. He finally stepped back and said, "Let me think about it."