Chapter 19 The Resentment of the previous generation

It is indeed a very fortunate thing that if you can keep coming back to life and live endlessly until the end.

It is not the mystery and shock of coming back from the dead, nor the heavy and suffering caused by the war, nor the complex human nature discussed after deception and betrayal, but the tenacity of life and the courage to continue to live a miserable life.

How much trial and patience does a person have to go through to reach the "ground of promise"? How much courage does it take for a person to keep repeating this broken and endless life?

Zhang Yize's home.

"Dad," Zhang Yize stared at Zhang Sen's back. He lowered his head and struggled in his heart. Finally, he decided to say, "Mom didn't return to the feather world, did she... She, did she die seven years ago?"

Zhang Sen was not surprised when he heard his son's words. He just sighed and said, "Can you stop participating in matters related to the feather world or the moon world?"

"No participation!?" Zhang Yize roared uncontrollably at Zhang Sen's back, "You have taught me various tricks about featherers since I was a child, and taught me the philosophy and glory of the feather world. But now! You have even concealed your mother's truth for seven years! Do you still ask me not to participate? How can I not participate!?

"Can you stop it!" Zhang Sen shouted sharply and turned around, "I lost your mother seven years ago, and your brother's whereabouts three years ago is unknown! How do you want me to accept the reality of losing you again!"

Zhang Yize was stunned. He found that more than half of Zhang Sen's hair had turned white, and his heart was heartbroken - he was obviously a man in the feather world who would not grow old. He had just reached middle age, but he was so old because of the disasters over the disasters over the years.

Zhang Yize slowly retreated to the chair, fell down and said, "I'm sorry. Dad."

Zhang Sen looked at his grown son and knew that he and his son must not escape the fate. He sighed and said, "Presumably, you have met Zhang Lei."

When Zhang Yize heard the name, he suddenly stood up. He will always remember this man and almost killed one of his ugly feathers. But how could his father know him? Zhang Yize suddenly had an ominous feeling.

"Zhang Lei..." Zhang Sen said the name lightly, "He is my half-brother."

"What!?" Zhang Yize heard this news like a bolt from the blue. How can it be possible!

Zhang Lei? A scum like Zhang Lei would be my uncle!?"

The world is cruel. It will always give you the biggest joke when you are caught off guard, so cruel that you hope that this is an overreal nightmare.

Nightmares will also come true. The more you are afraid, the more you will come. Young Zhang Yize still doesn't understand this truth.

Zhang Sen looked at Zhang Yize and hadn't spoken for a long time. He knew that such news was still too cruel for the child, but he was still determined to let Zhang Yize know the truth - the decisive battle was coming, and there was no way to delay it any longer.

"It's not just that. Your mother's death seven years ago and your brother's disappearance three years have an indirect relationship with him..."

Zhang Yize felt a severe headache. There were too many things and information he had known in the past few days, like an explosion, which made him unprepared. He could not be as calm as before and face all this in an orderly manner.

"Hu Hu's ability also comes from Zhang Lei. Seven years ago, not only did your mother suffer misfortune, but even I almost didn't escape the disaster. Until now, although my soul and strength have recovered, I still can't participate in actual combat. In a real war, my body can't bear that intensity. Maybe the old injury will recur at a moment of life and death..."

Zhang Sen slowly recounted that he looked at Zhang Yize. He could no longer stand the fact that he saw his relatives leave him but could not save him. He only had this child.

Zhang Yize stood up in a trance and said quietly as if he would fall down at any time, "Enough. Stop talking. Dad, train me, train me with maximum intensity."

Zhang Sen wanted to refuse Zhang Yize, but he knew that only by letting Zhang Yize face danger could he escape from danger. He reluctantly agreed to Zhang Yize, and his heart was like a knife.

The night is like ink, and the restoration of history is more penetrating than ghosts. In the dark, Zhang Yize has a premonition of what else will happen.

"And. Regarding the child named Ji Xiaoji, please protect him in the future and don't embarrass him. Our Zhang family is sorry for him. Ten years ago, his experience was not only participated in by the moon, but also included me.

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Shizhen, studio.

"Teacher!" Ji Xiaoji came to the studio with a large bag of fruit and gave it to the old man who was having lunch.

The old man kindly touched the head of his proudest student. Their relationship is not so easy to explain between teachers and students - ten years ago, after Ji Xiaoji fell into a coma, the old man dragged him out of the water and saw that he still had a trace of breath. He wanted to save him but did not know how to save him.

When he was at a loss, the dead man appeared. He helped the old man save Ji Xiaoji. Under the careful care of the dead man and the old man, Ji Xiaoji finally woke up two years later.

The dry man helped him survive and practice in the circle of people in the world, while the old man helped Ji Xiaoji live in the circle of normal people, and finally made him a versatile social expert.

Ji Xiaoji was grateful to the old man and the withered man from the bottom of his heart, but when he learned that Hu Hu was coming to attack the old man, he made a knot in his heart for fear of what would happen to the old man.

The old man saw Ji Xiaoji's worried eyes and sighed. His eyes gradually became deeper and whispered, "It's time for you to know..."

Ji Xiaoji raised his head in surprise and didn't know what the old man was talking about.

"You should know... about your parents."

"Me, my parents?" Ji Xiaoji slowly stood up and looked at the old man in front of him, as if looking at a stranger. "In the eight years since I woke up, you have never mentioned my parents. Although I have tried to find it myself, I can't find it at all."

"Ten years ago..." The old man's voice began to tremble, with complete regret and chagrin. "Ten years ago, not only were you involved in the snow summoned by the feather art, but also your parents..."

Ji Xiaoji didn't look very excited. He shrugged his shoulders and pretended to be indifferently, "I knew it was the result, otherwise why couldn't I find them for so many years? I'm ready for their death as early as ten years ago. Mr. Zhang, you don't have to feel too guilty. I can't become an adult without you.

"Xiao Ji... things are far from being so simple..." The old man has reached the verge of mental breakdown. "Don't you think about why you were attacked by water feathering and obtained the ability of fire feathering?"

Ji Xiaoji was stunned. He was born to be careless and has never studied this problem. Sometimes he just thinks about it casually. If he can't figure it out, just forget it.

"This is all caused by our moon world... It's fault of our moon world," the old man became more and more difficult to control his excessive self-reproach. "This is all caused by some crazy geniuses in the moon world nearly 200 years ago. They seemed crazy to want to create new power, but they didn't expect to cause Italian people like this A deformed race that is not recognized in the feather world or the moon world..."

Ji Xiaoji's brain is blank——

"Experimental", "Moon boundary", "Deformed race"...

The old man ignored Ji Xiaoji and only said, "Later, this research result was captured by the traitors of the lunar world 60 years ago. They began to do a large number of experiments on the souls of the soul of the soul area, resulting in one person after another... The traitors of the lunar world then came to the human world and began decades of human body experiments. Until ten years ago, when it was the last human experiment, the rebels took a fancy to you and tricked you into a football field.

"Then, the two featherers controlled by the anti-thieves in the lunar world were preparing to experiment with the last mixed feathers with different feather systems. Your parents arrived at this time. They blocked the snow for you, but failed to block the last fireball. Fortunately, the dead arrived in time to save you, and then they erased your memory of this battle. Maybe your parents died because of the snow, so you can't forget the snow.

When Ji Xiaoji heard the truth ten years ago, his expression was in a trance, as if he had lost his soul and was struck by lightning. He could only squeeze out these words for a long time: "So, who are you?"

"I'm also a moon warrior. But the worst moon warrior is so low that it is no different from human beings, but the moon world has kept me as a moon warrior for a long time. The turmoil in the moon world 80 years ago was really terrible. I didn't have the courage to survive, so I fled to the human world without authorization. Fortunately, there were too many moon warriors who disappeared and died during that time, and no one had time to pay attention to such a low-spirited moon warrior like me came to the human world.

Ji Xiaoji gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. The blood of hatred poured into his brain again, but he still looked very calm and whispered to the old man, "Mr. Zhang, this is the fault of the moon world. You don't have to blame yourself."

It's been 3700 years... I've lived for 3700 years, and only you, an 18-year-old teenager, cares about me. The old man looked at Ji Xiaoji and couldn't help crying and sighing.

Ji Xiaoji was shocked by the figure of 3700 years. He shook his head and couldn't imagine what the ultimate life expectancy of the moon soldiers was. He asked softly, "The moon world has now returned to peace. Why don't you go back?"

The old man suddenly stopped crying and looked at the sun. There was an indescribable light in his eyes, "Because... the fruit in the human world is delicious."

If Ji Xiaoji heard such words, he would laugh, but at this time, he looked at the old man shrouded in the sun, like an old statue shining, which made people admire him. He suddenly felt very sad and moved.

He took out the fruit and put it on the table and said softly to the old man, "Mr. Zhang. I have something I have to do now. I'll bring you fruit next time.

After saying that, Ji Xiaoji turned around and went downstairs. The old man looked at Xiaoji's back and suddenly felt very sad. He said silently in his heart: It's time to tell him, all this should be told... Those people came again, and they finally came.

Standing on the roof of the studio, looking at Ji Xiaoji leaving, he gave a disdainful sneer.