Chapter 75 The Weak

Mo Xiuyue was stunned for a moment. There was a fruit candy lying quietly in Quan Heng's hand, and the cellophane wrapper folded out a warm light.

sugar……

For a long time, Mo Xiuyue silently took the candy from Quan Heng's hand, lowering her head and saying nothing, just stroking the candy's body.

For a moment, the only sound around was the rustle of cellophane.

"When did it start?"

Quan Heng's question was endless, but Mo Xiuyue knew that the other party was talking about this map. She raised her head and quietly looked at the dead streets of the ancient town, and then looked at the faintly dawning horizon. After a long time, she lowered her head and moved. Lips:

"...October 20, 1860."

"1860..." Quan Heng closed his eyes and repeated with a sigh, "More than 160 years ago, Shan Gu said that no guests have come for a long time. I didn't expect this 'long time' to be... so long."

Mo Xiuyue still rubbed the candy wrapper uneasily with her fingers and said nothing.

The fishy smell in the air still didn't dissipate, and even became more abnormal and unpleasant with the heartbeat.

"I see that those British soldiers who came to the town were injured when they returned." Quan Heng paused and whispered, "Thank you for your hard work. You used the Yujing Beidou..."

Mo Xiuyue suddenly sneered, "...did you see it?"

Quan Heng noticed something was wrong, but Mo Xiuyue had already raised her head, and even slightly raised her jaw aggressively, her muscles tense to the point of stiffness.

"Are you going to laugh at us too? Foreigners."

She said, gritting her teeth and glaring fiercely at Quan Heng, "Yes, those robbers came for the cultural relics. They have guns and cannons. How can we stop such advanced weapons with only our bodies? The only one who can help us is jade. Beijing Beidou.

"The monster is ugly, disgusting, and smells bad, but why do we, the townspeople, turn into horrible monsters at night? Because we have no choice!

"If you don't turn into a monster, you will be killed at the neck. You asked me at that time how I could withstand a gunboat with only a shotgun? Yes, we can't withstand it, and we really can't defend it!"

Mo Xiuyue took a deep, trembling breath. Her fingernails were digging into her fingers while she was rubbing the candy wrappers. She was exerting force unconsciously. She could smell the smell of blood in the air getting stronger, and she could faintly hear the sounds of hallucinatory crying.

It was a bloody self-esteem crying out. She was completely bruised by Ling Chi, and even her voice was choked with sobs.

"You and I are from different eras. I heard those foreigners say six years ago that that era was civilized, peaceful, and advanced, just like those Westerners. Do you think we are ugly like those foreigners? Barbaric, drinking poison to quench thirst. , it’s useless, I can’t even defend my own home!

"Now I am just holding on to my guilt to please myself. What cultural relics are not cultural relics? In fact, they have long passed. They are just rags. Even if they are not given, they will be dug up and sold by future generations! Displayed in the foreign exhibition hall There are so many, not less than these few, and it is useless to guard them. If you naively think that you have made a great contribution, it is actually the self-deception of the weak——"

Mo Xiuyue stopped abruptly, and Quan Heng reached out to caress her fingers that were self-flagellating out of fear.

This foreigner whom she was hostile to, fearful, and vaguely looking forward to at this moment lowered his eyes, peeled off the candy wrapper, and brought the candy to her mouth with a gentle tone:

"Eat something sweet, it won't be so bitter."

Mo Xiuyue stared blankly for a long time before opening her mouth. The fruit candy was obviously very sweet in her mouth, but she felt like crying at this moment. She had to swallow hard to suppress the sore throat.

"Although I have never experienced it personally and can only glimpse a vague corner of the historical record, I know that it was an era of confusion and despair. No one knew where the road ahead was, or even whether there was a road. Most of them People cannot shoulder the responsibility of light. At most, they can only be regarded as torches held in people's hands. They can slightly illuminate the front, but they cannot become the sun and point the direction for everyone. "

Quan Heng gently brushed her messy hair, her voice was so soft and serious, it was as hot as a pot of sake simmered in the cold winter, burning all the internal organs pierced by the needle tip.

"You said that you drank poison to quench your thirst, but this is not a choice or not, but a lack of choice. Everyone is just looking for a way out in a troubled world of displacement. A powerful emperor will be put under house arrest and humiliated, let alone the vast majority of ordinary people. ?

"In late October 1860, the Summer Palace was burned and looted. You said that Wancheng was reimbursing cigarettes. I think you also know that the cultural relics were transported away by gunboats..."

Mo Xiuyue opened her mouth and managed to make a sound: "You...you know?"

"It's not that I know, it's that I have to remember."

Quan Heng looked at the dawn in the sky, ran his fingers over the red silk on his right arm, turned his head and said seriously:

"So what you are protecting is not just cultural relics, but also enthusiasm. This is not naivety, but rebellion against aggression and oppression.

"There is no reliable news about the arrival of the geese, and it is impossible to realize the dream of returning home after a long journey. I don't know if you are afraid because of the tomb-robbing gang six years ago, but I am sorry that the first reply I brought to you from my hometown is one of disparagement and denial."

Quan Heng folded the colorful glass candy wrappers into a small and exquisite handmade heart. It was so beautiful. She put this beauty into Mo Xiuyue's hand with residual warmth.

"But please don't be afraid of me. I didn't want to do anything. I asked how to enter the ancient tomb in Guijia Mountain because I wanted to take them home. Yujing Beidou cannot defeat all laws at once. This kind of pollution is not simply The power, the long-term disease, the monster's curse, I want to end this nightmare.

"And, we never deny that we were weak in the past, and we are even weak now, but the weak have their own way of survival, and the weak have their own way of protecting what they cherish, even if it costs everything.

“——We are weak, but also heroes.”

Mo Xiuyue’s fingers trembled, and she clenched the candy wrapper. She felt so painful, but also felt at ease. It was like searching in the dead leaves, and finally found the green vitality. After suppressing it, she just wanted to breathe heavily.

“You said...you want to know the way to the ancient tomb of Guijia Mountain, and want to end it all?”

“Yes.” Quan Heng said.

“You know we are weak, but you still think that all our persistence is meaningful. Are we heroes?”

“Yes.” Quan Heng nodded.

“…Sweet words.” Mo Xiuyue laughed hoarsely, and sour tears fell, “But even if I know it’s a trap you set, I still want to eat its sugar coating. I’m so stupid.”

She pulled out the sharp knife that had been inserted into the depths of her soul like suicide, but she could no longer smell the stench that had been entangled for six years. The pus and rotten scars slowly healed, and the flesh and blood grew as before.

Finally, she was as glorious as a martyr.

Ah ... The exam will be finished by the afternoon of the 11th!! Don’t ask for updates during this period. I will resume 5K when I come back.