[Ya Ji] Babel

Ying Manji, who was lying on the bed and was sedated and was about to fall asleep, was suddenly awakened by the shock. He opened his eyes and endured the pain all over his body. He got out of bed and walked to the window, staring blankly at the commotion outside.

The siren was sharp and piercing, roaring in the ears, making the weakened nerves twitch and throb.

Pressing his temples and rubbing them fiercely a few times, Ying Manji's empty vision regained some clarity.

"you're awake."

A deep and familiar voice sounded behind him, Ying Manji turned his head slowly, his eyes reflected the figure of Chou Shenya leaning against the wall.

The pungent smell of gunpowder smoke was drawn in from the half-opened windows, and the battle outside seemed to be very fierce.The swaying sunlight was blocked by the smoke across the sky one after another, causing the mottled reflections in the room to shake as well.

Chou Shenya was leaning against the backlight, his upper body was hidden in the shadow, his white hair looked hazy, and it was surprisingly similar to the color from light gold to infinitely silvery white.Ying Manji's heart skipped a beat, almost thinking that the gentle person had walked out of a dream and stood in front of him for real.

"Ya..." He called the other party's name in a low voice, his throat was dry, and he took a few steps in a pretentious manner.

Chou Shenya straightened up, stepped out of the shadow, and stood in the sunlight.

The light hit his pale hair, and the few warm gold faded away.

Ying Manji's expression dimmed, he stopped in his tracks, and his brows turned cold.He is not a person who is good at bearing grudges, the emotion of resentment is too painful, and the object is still the person who once poured out his emotions.Therefore, even if angry, Ying Manji is unable to support the superficial resentment.

Looking at Ying Manji's clear and soft brown-red pupils, Chiu Shenya relaxed.

During the time he stayed here, he kept thinking that if Ying Manji still looked at him with that look after regaining consciousness, he would probably be unable to restrain himself from doing things that hurt the other party.The Apocalypse Virus would turn grief into malice, would arouse the deepest madness in the human heart, but he didn't want to be like that.

He has already done so many cruel things, so what kind of forgiveness can he be so ridiculously begging for?

Self-deprecating, he sneered a few words in his heart, Qiu Shenya frowned, and staggered Ying Manji's eyes.

"In the past few days, you will stay in the hospital to recuperate."

The roaring noise in my ears gradually faded away, as if the flames of war were about to cease.Ying Manji paused for a moment before replying slowly, but the topic was another one, "Where's praying?"

"..." Chou Shenya clenched his hands tightly, and put them under the too long clothes, covering his white joints.He frowned and raised his eyes to look at Ying Manji, with a cold arc drawn from the corner of his mouth, "You'd better take care of yourself."

Ji fell silent, leaning on the edge of the bed and sitting on the bed.The wound on his right arm was still hurting, he didn't want to show weakness in front of Ya, his lips turned white and he didn't say a word.

As if they couldn't find anything else to talk about, both of them fell silent.Ying Manji looked out the window, and Chou Shenya looked at the ground.

The turmoil outside had subsided, presumably the funeral home couldn't hold on and began to retreat.Ji didn't know these things yet, but just looked at the sky, unable to see what he was thinking.

Time flies inch by inch, it is silent torture.

Before he could get anxious, Ya couldn't help but frowned.

The broken lily at the head of the bed was replaced into a new vase, but it lost its original tenderness, and the flower bones were drooping.Chou Shenya looked at it for a few seconds, then said in a cold voice, "Qi was taken away by the funeral home."

He thought that Ji should be very concerned about Qi's whereabouts, but unexpectedly, Ji did not respond to his words.

The brown-haired boy seemed to be immersed in a half-dream and half-awake, whispering softly in his sleep: "At that time... there must have been something like this." He stared at a bird with blue feathers flying across the blue sky, and the dark cumulonimbus clouds in the distance were completely absent. Signs flock here. "I fell from a tree, broke my lower leg, and was sent to the hospital. My sister was sitting by the bed peeling apples, and Triden stood aside with a stinking face. I was lying on the bed, and it looked like it was about to rain outside. "

Ya listened to Ji's murmur in a daze as if he was talking to himself, and his eyes shifted from the floor to the profile of the brown-haired boy's lonely face.He originally thought that Ji would disdain to have another word with him, but he didn't expect Ji to talk about his childhood.

Involuntarily making a low reply, he walked to the side of the bed, picked up the thin quilt, and covered Ji's shoulders.

I vaguely recalled the situation at that time in my mind, and there was a faint throbbing pain in the chest where the heart was placed.

That is a time that can no longer be retrieved.

"It would be great if we didn't meet Ya again." Ji lowered his head, pulled the quilt over, turned over and lay down on the bed, with his back facing Ya, and his head buried in the pillow.

Chou Shenya's fingertips trembled, restraining the urge to reach out.He retracted his arm, retreated to the door of the ward, suppressed all his emotions, and quietly glanced at Ji.

"yes."

The brown-haired boy pulled up the quilt a few points, completely covering his head.

If you don't meet again, you won't regret it so far.What stays in my memory will always be Triiden with a gentle smile, and that beautiful summer day.No betrayal, no deceit, no harm.

What kind of ridiculous dream are you doing...

Ying Manji squeezed the quilt tightly and curled up.Breathing wet the eyelashes in the small space of the bedding, the eyeballs were sore and swollen, and the warm liquid squeezed out of the eye sockets uncontrollably.

"I thought so too." The sound of closing the door concealed the murmur mixed inside, the white-haired boy left the ward, stood at the door, stood still for a long time, then moved and left here slowly.

In the next few days, I haven't seen Guo Ya again. When I want to go out, I will always be blocked back to the ward for various reasons. He is like a trapped prisoner, isolated from the world, and the only thing he can see is the deserted hospital. white walls.

Nurses from the hospital regularly came to change the dressing, and the wound on his right arm healed very quickly under careful treatment.Although the current medical technology is enough to connect him with a prosthetic limb, but it is not known whether it was Ya's order, the hospital did not give him this treatment.The caregiver is a noisy middle-aged female nurse who always chatters for a long time every time the dressing is changed.At first he would frown and be upset, but later he got used to the other party's noise.

Thanks to the nurse, Ying Manji knew many things that he couldn't understand when he was imprisoned in a disguised form in the hospital.For example, a few days ago, the funeral home attacked the GHQ headquarters. It seemed that a very important person was intercepted and some important things were lost. Now GHQ is dispatched from top to bottom, and under the leadership of Shao Jie, he is fully searching for him. .

Ji thought, that person should be Qi.The last time Ya came, he also said that Qi was taken away by the funeral home, but it seems that he has not been caught yet.

Knowing that Feng Qi is still safe, Ying Manji couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The boring days of recuperation passed slowly.Daylight has become the only yardstick for judging time, and the garden inside the hospital is the only free place to go to. When the wounds on his body are recovering, Ji finally managed to make it through. The noisy and hard-working female nurse agreed. He gets out of bed and moves.

He walked into the sea of ​​flowers, staring at the fragrance all over the ground in a daze.

It is said that because of the dean's preference, many forget-me-nots are planted here.It was a kind of flower with a sad connotation. In his most bewildered and desperate time, the pink-haired girl once hugged him, comforting and comforting him over and over again in the dizzy sea of ​​flowers.

But looking at these familiar flowers now, he felt that the blood and tears he had experienced were like things in his previous life.Faintly fade away.

It was like a dream, such a peaceful day.

Bending down and kneeling on the ground, the melodious chirping of birds rang in my ears. The weather in winter was getting colder, and the early morning wind blew on my cheeks, already bringing a bit of chill to my bones.

Lonely stroking the purple petals with his fingertips, Ying Manji suddenly thought of the dead Ji, his dead father, Chun Xia, and many, many... Then, as if masochistic, he wiped the bloody wound Constantly tearing and displaying, repeatedly recalling the beauty and pain.It seems that only through this can he confirm that he still exists, not a lonely soul wandering in time.

Always thinking of beautiful things, you will gradually lose yourself.The days here are so peaceful that people can't help but forget their hatred.

But Ying Manji, unwilling to forget the sorrow, because all those sorrows are built on bones and despair.

For example, offering sacrifices.Just thinking of the girl's name, the pain of suffocation will also sweep through the chest.

"Is this your purpose... Ya."

Isolate me in this pure and clean, wash away the blood, remove the pain, smooth out the resentment...

"set?"

As if quietly walking out from the other side of the memory, the young man's voice was deep and soft, with the familiar gentleness and clarity, suddenly rang in his ears.Ying Manji subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, his throat was blocked, and his body reacted before his consciousness.

But after seeing clearly the person coming from the backlight, he looked away in disappointment.

Even after a not-so-short period of time, he couldn't get used to it.It wasn't Triden, and it wasn't the blond boy he knew.

Half-length silver-haired and transparent, covering the entire right eye that was eroded by the Apocalypse virus, the exposed left eye was cold and empty, and the lip line was cold.

The wound was burning again, as if that day had resurfaced.

It was this person who said "Long time no see" to him tenderly, and cut off his right arm coldly.This is the person who kissed him while talking about the price in a cold voice.

He is the Chou Shinya whom Ying Manji hates.

Unable to say what was on his lips, Ying Manji could only bow his head silently.

He was annoyed by his indecision, hated it clearly, but hated it incompletely, despised his nostalgia for the past, like a dissatisfied child, still dreaming about the future.

The chirping of the birds stopped abruptly because of the arrival of the unexpected guest, and only the soft sound of the breeze instigated was left in the garden.

"...Do you want to go out for a walk?"

Perhaps the atmosphere was too embarrassing, the white-haired boy suddenly raised the topic, and stood not far away with his arms folded, staring indifferently at the withered flowers on the ground.

Ying Manji pursed her lips and clenched her hands, mocking in a low voice: "I still have the right to go out?"

Ya didn't say a word, walked in silently, took the brown-haired boy's stiff arm, and led him out of the hospital regardless of the other party's resistance.

"Wait..." His words were ignored by the other party, the palm of his left arm was hot and humid, as if he was very nervous, and even his fingertips were trembling slightly.Noticing this, Ji Ji looked at Ya's indifferent side face in surprise,

The white-haired boy led him out of the hospital building, and stood still on the square a hundred meters away from the GHQ headquarters. Looking back, he stared at him, "I never restricted your actions."

"..." Ying Manji remained silent, not knowing how to answer this sentence.Could it be that the actions that prevented him from leaving the hospital were all the actions of the guards?

Ya let go of Ji's hand, ignored the salutes of several passing GHQ officers, and continued, "Where do you want to go."

This person always ends with an affirmative sentence, as if he is used to giving orders, bossing him around, completely disregarding other people's feelings.like now.

Ying Manji suddenly sneered, staring sadly at Chiu Shenya's blue-gold eyes, and said mockingly, "Where else can I go?"

There is no one who can go nowhere, and he has nowhere to go.

"Funeral House, Ayase, Tsugumi, Alma, Quartet, Ki... Sakuramanji, what are we all to you?"

"..."

"In your heart, is there only your real name sister? For her, you can do anything—"

"You need to change your clothes." Sakura Manji's words were suddenly interrupted, and Kushenya looked away, turned around and walked towards the headquarters building of GHQ first.

The truncated topic cannot be carried on—in fact, it has never been started at all. This person said what he wanted to say, said what he wanted to say, and for others, he could only guess his original intention through facial expressions or leaks of a few words.Chou Shenya was always good at covering up his sincerity with one lie after another, and after a long time, it became instinctive.

"Ya... I no longer know which sentence you said is true and which sentence is false."

Hesitantly fixed on the spot, looking at the back of the white-haired boy in a daze, his hands and feet were numb, as if he was tied to a huge boulder, and he couldn't lift it at all.

The heart beat and jumped, and even the slight tingling pain intensified a bit.The memory of being forcibly confined to the bed in the hospital a few days ago was vivid and glaring. The fear and grief and indignation at that time still remained in his mind, but at this moment, this person could still talk to him unconsciously.

He never knew what he was thinking.

The person walking in front noticed that the person behind him did not catch up in time, so he slowed down, turned slightly sideways, stretched out his hand to look at him, and said softly, "Come here."

The sun gently deviated a few centimeters, and the clean fragrance permeated the air.

Just like many years ago, when they were young, they stood on both sides of the iron bridge, and he smiled and confidently stretched out his hand and said to him.

"..."

As if it had been centuries, the dazzling daylight stimulated his fragile tear glands, the brown-haired boy moved his sour eyes, swallowed the choked sobs in his throat, and his pale lips were drawn into a tight line.

The white-haired boy stood there quietly, waiting without saying a word.

Ying Manji finally took a step forward and walked to Chou Shenya's side.

As the years passed, they chased each other forward, abandoning some, forgetting some, and burying some.Time has carved out a long river that cannot be crossed, but there is always something that is the softness hidden in the depths of the heart and has not been abandoned.