Reborn Conceited Soldier

Zhao Yao laughed at herself and shook her head, "What I said was true. When I was young, my family was very strict, and I studied and learned from them every day. I watched those children who could play freely, and I was extremely envious. He thought he would be able to live his own life and pursue whatever he wanted when he grew up. But when you grow up, you'll learn that the adult world is bound by countless restrictions and you've long cut off the wings of your dreams. There's simply no other choice, and you'll always be conflicted over how to go about it, but in the end, you won't be able to change the outcome.    

    

"For example, those who think that hard work will yield results, only at the end did they discover that hard work can bring about gains, not certain. I am the one with the worst luck, so after hard work, I can only face sorrow."    

    

Sikong Banyu looked at Zhao Yao, whose head was lowered as if she was reminiscing about her painful days.    

    

"Life is not as good as I think it is, being able to talk to people only two or three times. The one who has no choice is not you alone, but because everyone has a common disease, so you are not lonely, right? "    

    

"Perhaps you feel that your limited life is so boring and so weak. However, when you have absolute freedom and become a person who uses the sky as his bed and sleeps in the open air, you will only know how warm and gentle the lights of thousands of families are when they pass by, while you, who are in the darkness, are cold and lonely. "    

    

Zhao Yao looked up and saw the dim yellow light of the street lamp shining on Sikong Banyu's side. It was a little blurry and gave her an illusion that Sikong Banyu was the same kind of person as she was.    

    

"Don't you have a happy day?" Zhao Yao asked.    

    

Sikong Banyu shook his head. "I don't know what happiness is, because I can't remember. I don't know either. My mind is often in a state of blankness, only when certain things happen to me will something useful pop out of my head. But I feel that the former me should be a sad person like you, so you don't need to feel lonely, because you still have me, a fellow comrade, to accompany you. "    

    

He patted his chest and said with a smile.    

    

"Same kind?" I remember the philosopher Nietzsche saying that the people who are alone are not people they like to be alone, but people who cannot find their own kind. I feel that you are such a person, am I right? " Zhao Yao looked at Sikong Banyu silently. She had always thought that Sikong Banyu was calm and collected, that he would never take anything to heart. Now, he suddenly felt that he was just hiding the loneliness in his heart in a place that no one else could see. He was the true loner.    

    

"Oh? What he said made a lot of sense. If he couldn't find his own kind, then who was mine? I have the feeling that I once had one of my own, but who? " As Sikong Banyu thought of this, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. That feeling was something he couldn't clearly describe. You can't? Repeated gains and losses? Or had he hidden a sorrowful memory.    

    

"Who is it? Who was it? Why do I feel a kind of heartache that's hard to bear? "Why?" Sikong Banyu put his hand on his heart. His eyes were filled with confusion and struggle, as if something was preventing him from thinking about something.    

    

"Sikong Banyu, what happened to you?" Is he sick? " Zhao Yao noticed Sikong Banyu's sudden change and was extremely alarmed. She immediately supported Sikong Banyu and asked in concern.    

    

"Who is it? Who was it? I should remember, I feel like I should remember, I won't forget, who is it? " Sikong Banyu De's face turned ferocious. He tried his best to think about it. Even though his heart was in extreme pain, he felt that this little bit of pain was not enough to stop him from remembering something or someone.    

    

"Don't... Don't think about it. If you can't remember, then don't! Stop thinking about it. " Seeing Sikong Banyu in such pain, Zhao Yao was so worried that she started to cry. She didn't know what Sikong Banyu was thinking, nor did she know about his past. However, when she saw Sikong Banyu's pained look, she panicked. She really wanted to transfer the pain onto herself and bear it for Sikong Banyu.    

    

"Qingming …" Yes, that's the name. It's her … Her name is Han Qingming, she's one of my kind, I remember, that's her. "But …" In Sikong Banyu's mind, a familiar name finally popped into his head after he suffered a lot of torture. Han Qingming … It was a name he had never heard of before, but he felt as if he had been familiar with it for hundreds, or even thousands, of years.    

    

However, after this name appeared, there was no more information. Any memories regarding this person became blank paper. No matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find any traces of it.    

    

"Han Qingming? What kind of person was this? Do you remember now? " Zhao Yao stood up and watched Sikong Banyu return to normal with tears in her eyes. Only then did she heave a sigh of relief.    

    

Sikong Banyu shook his head. "No, only a name. I feel very familiar with this name. I know this is the only one of my kind, but I can't recall anything about this person. Eh? Why are you crying? "    

    

Looking at the tearful person in front of him, Sikong Banyu reached out his hand to wipe the tears on Zhao Yao's face.    

    

He said softly, "Did I just scare you? I'm sorry, I don't know what's going on, but all of a sudden I feel like I have to remember the name. "Sorry, don't cry, I'm here, it's okay."    

    

Zhao Yao's heart throbbed as she looked at Sikong Banyu, who was just inches away from her, with his loving eyes and fingers gently stroking her cheeks. It was the first time she felt such tender care and love.    

    

She suddenly jumped into Sikong Banyu's embrace and leaned on his chest, feeling that warm feeling, as if at this moment, even if the sky were to collapse, she would not care at all. As long as Sikong Banyu was by her side, as long as she leaned on his chest, everything seemed meaningless.    

    

"Can you hug me?" Zhao Yao said in a low voice.    

    

Sikong Banyu lowered his head to look at Zhao Yao, who was curled up in his arms like a frightened kitten. He couldn't help but feel pity for her. His hands slowly climbed up Zhao Yao's waist and gently embraced her. Just like that, the two of them quietly hugged, like two people lost in a corner, hugging each other to keep warm.    

    

Under the dim yellow light, the shadows of the two people were stretched out and merged together. They crossed the small path's flagstones and landed on the surface of the lake, which was covered in faint ripples.