Boundary Convention

The wilderness slept for a long time and had a long dream, so long that he almost forgot the existence of time.

When he opened his eyes, he didn't feel hazy and sleepy just after waking up, but felt like he was suffering from hysteria.

He was very lucid, but he just couldn't tell which of the flashing images in his brain were dreams and which were real. And he remembered very clearly that in the vast expanse of whiteness, a woman tapped his forehead lightly, this was the beginning of the dream. Then he dreamed of many people, some he knew and some he didn't know. It is difficult to change a person, but sometimes it is very simple, all it takes is a dream.

"Why let me know this and not tell about me."

Huang Yuan touched his forehead subconsciously, and some wetness stuck to it. Someone put a warm water bag on his forehead, and it was still warm at this time.

"Am I sick..."

The wilderness said to himself.

"You have a fever, and it has been burning for a long time. Especially your head, it can be used as a hot pot. I thought your brain was cooked."

In the corner of the room, someone responded. Huangyuan seems to know only one person who can make such a feeble voice. He turned his eyes to follow the reputation, and sure enough, it was Belita.

With her legs crossed, a can of beer in one hand and her chin in the other, she was looking at the wasteland with strange eyes.

"What about the rest?"

"Do you care about other people that much?"

"I don't have time to tease you."

"You burned for about eighteen years, probably longer."

"I said I don't have time to tease you!"

Wilderness suddenly sat up from the bed, then got off the ground and walked towards Belita angrily.

"Tell me, are you kidding me? Where is Mo Xiao?"

"Well, I'm joking with you." Belita moved her neck slightly, staring at the wilderness and said, then took a big sip of wine,

"sorry."

"I hate people hiding things from me." Wilderness stood in front of Belita expressionlessly.

Belita raised her head, looked at the wasteland, and said softly, "I hugged you."

"What did you say?" Huang Yuan lowered his head and looked at the woman in front of him. Belita was looking at him with a strange look, which made him very uncomfortable.

"reason?"

"Your body is beautiful."

"Go and ask Mo Xiao before hugging her next time, she is my director." Huang Yuan said in a nonchalant tone.

"Well, I remember."

"so?"

"It's been a week since you came back from Dyson Bay, and you've been in a coma. It's me... Mo Xiao and I took care of you."

"Thank you, I'm going to find the director first." After saying that, Huang Yuan turned and walked out of the room.

The conversation ended in an unhappy ending. Beretta sat on the chair, pinching the empty beer can aimlessly. She didn't know what the wasteland really thought, and she didn't dare to guess. She would rather believe that Huangyuan was angry because she felt that she was joking with him, because from the day she met Mo Xiao, there was nothing Belita could compete with her.

A week ago, Huang Mo and his team returned to the base of the eternal undead. The wasteland was severely burned, and the glucose in the base was used up after two infusions. The base of the eternal dead is not a regular hospital, and many medical equipments are outdated. What's more, in this era of scarce resources, even glucose is a rare commodity.

Belita wanted to feed Huangyuan some liquid food, but Huangyuan's body was so stiff that he couldn't even open his mouth. Belita and Mo Xiao had worked hard for a long time, but the person in front of him looked like a corpse that would heat up ,like a statue. Then Mo Xiao said, "It's fine if you can't save him, it's no big deal to die these days, at least he won't be used by others." He left without looking back.

But Belita couldn't bear it. She is a doctor and has the responsibility to do her best to save the patient. She looked at the wasteland quietly, how pitiful this boy with exquisite facial features was, he didn't know his own life experience, and was somehow involved in the disputes of the Mo family, just like he was suffering from decomposition syndrome for no reason.

"Don't die, everything will be too late."

Belita stroked the face of the wilderness, and she kissed it for a long time, until the stiff boy slowly opened his mouth.

Belita didn't know if she fell in love with this boy, she told herself that it was just to save him, but she was still a little panicked, she didn't want to fall in love with the same man as Mo Xiao like before - even though she really Need a love.

After Huang Yuan walked out of the room, he saw Mo Xiao leaning against the wall with his arms around him.

"Director, I have something to ask you."

"Are you awake? Just after waking up, you want to ask me something, my young master, every day, there are so many questions."

"How did we get out of Dyson Bay? My memory is just that the professor asked me to meet someone, and what happened after that?"

The wasteland didn't mention his long dream, maybe he needs to investigate afterwards to see if what he saw in the dream is consistent with reality. But he felt that if he told Mo Xiao now, it might be bad for him, but he also needed to let Mo Xiao know that he already knew a thing or two about what happened.

"I still want to ask you about this matter, who is the big man the professor wants you to meet?"

"This... I'm a bit confused." Huang Yuan showed a look of trying to remember, "How should I put it, because I don't know that person, and the environment at the time was too flashy, I was dizzy, and then I just I don’t know. But I think that person is a bit like the woman I saw in the painting.”

"Tsk."

Mo Xiao smacked his lips suddenly, showing a contemptuous expression.

"Sooner or later, I will burn that painting."

Without responding to Mo Xiao's ruthless words, Huangyuan directly raised the question he had prepared: "Now that the matter has come to an end, I hope the director can tell me something without reservation."

"Are you ordering me?"

"No, but time will not stand still, and everything will not stop growing, so..." Huang Yuan blurted out this sentence, but forgot the second half of it.

"Strange guy, are you burning out?" Mo Xiao looked at the wilderness in front of him and realized that it was a little strange.

"Maybe, then tell me how we escaped from Dyson Bay." Huang Yuan touched his head.

"When you went to meet the big man, we and the professor were attacked, it was the coalition government."

"The supervisory committee?"

"How did you know that word? I don't remember ever telling you."

"You said it, but you only mentioned it once." Huang Yuan diverted the conversation.

"Well, it's from the supervisory committee." Mo Xiao nodded, "Whether it's the professor, me, or the eternal undead, they all have one thing in common. We are wanted criminals, including you."

"Who is the leader and what's his name?"

"The leader was the person who played chess with you at that time. His name was Ingolf Arnarsson. He used to be a subordinate of Zwingli of the Security Department of the Supervisory Committee. He must have been promoted now."

"I don't know this person, but Zwingli, I have a little impression."

"Joke, how did you know Ci... Wait, what do you know?" Mo Xiao suddenly got up from the wall he was leaning against, and grabbed Huang Yuan's clothes.

"Don't be nervous, Director, I don't know him very well." Huang Yuan always maintained a reassuring smile on his face, "I only know his father, old Zwingli, this man seems to be betrayed by something. pot."

"What did you say? How do you know this? Tell me, who is that person you saw?!"

"Director, I hope you can tell me everything I want to know." Huang Yuan did not answer her question, but put forward his own conditions.

"I see. Iceland, we will go there together, there is everything you want to know. Also, you finally tell me what you know."

"Doesn't it feel good to have the truth hidden? I learned something, but there was a gap of about ten years, and I didn't know it at all."

"That's it, but the wasteland, I hope you can think about a question, if there is any creature in that painting, why should it help you, all life can survive at the expense of other life, the earth is like this, the whole world This is the case in the universe, life equals selfishness, so don't trust those unknown creatures too much." Mo Xiao looked deeply at the wasteland in front of him, as if he was getting to know this person again, "Let's go, let's go to the meeting room."

"Has anyone been injured since the attack?"

"Everyone you know is safe."

"That's good."

Mo Xiao did not tell the wasteland how many people the Eternal Soul lost in this attack. These people were killed in the most brutal and brutal way. Even a cold and violent person like Mo Xiao felt shudder . The monsters that attacked them were Ingolf's masterpiece... Yes, those guys can only be described as 'monsters', not people.

In fact, when she was playing chess, she should have realized that the seemingly gentle, old-fashioned, but scheming Ingolf was the mastermind behind this attack.

She had been thinking about it since she got out of Dyson Bay. Thinking about how to face Ingolf again, she and Mo You grew up with Ingolf and spent their childhood together, then the professor's attitude towards Mo You gradually became strange, and soon the professor sent her to elsewhere.

Naturally, she and Ingolf fell in love. From any point of view, Ingolf is the person Mo Xiao is most familiar with, but since the professor left GST, Ingolf has lost contact with her. Mo Xiao wrote many letters to Ingolf, but She didn't receive a single reply, and she stubbornly thought that either her letter was hijacked by the GST people, or the letter written by Ingolf could not be delivered.

Until one day, Mo Xiao saw Ingolf on TV, this extremely gentle man he once loved deeply, clamoring to execute himself in front of billions of viewers on TV.

"Then, how did you escape, Director, Director?"

What the wasteland said brought her thoughts back to reality.

"Ah! Then, then the professor generously provided us with a helicopter, and let the bastard Wakatsuki fish you out, that's it."

"Professor, did she get away?"

"'Mitsuoka Orochi', the professor's special car for escaping, Wakazuki drove the professor away with it, nothing can catch up to that car."

"In other words, what is the current situation?"

"Let's not talk about the previous grievances with the professor, it can be regarded as a small-scale cooperation."

"Aren't you worried about the professor's safety?"

"Young master, you are starting to ask why. Let me tell you, even if she is caught, her life will not be in danger. Unless she hands over the blueprint of the tunnel experiment one day, no one will be willing to kill her." Mo Xiao Said a little bit unhappy.

"You never talked about the matter between you and the professor. In fact, I think the professor is pretty good. Is there a chance for you mother and daughter to relax?"

"I seem to have said that I am not her biological father, my father is Asian, and my mother is Jewish."

"Then..." Huang originally wanted to ask her tentatively if she knew about the tragedy in Iceland, but after thinking about it, it is really inappropriate to ask such a question at this time, not to mention that Mo Xiao should know, otherwise he would not be very serious about raising him for many years. The professor is so hostile.

"what happened again?"

"It's okay, I just think the professor is very nice, you should treat her better."

Hearing this, Mo Xiao smiled disdainfully, and said, "Talk this to Mo You, it's useless to talk to me."

"By the way, don't worry, she wasn't injured, right?"

"No, but since returning to the base, she has disappeared. Who knows what stimulated her, she has been staring at me all the way, and always wants to touch my hair. It's really strange. It makes me feel hairy."

"Hair, hair, Director, you..." Only then did Huang Yuan realize that there was something strange about Mo Xiao's head.

"What's wrong?"

"Is that Newton on your head?" Huang Yuan reached out and took it off, only to find that what was on the other's head was not the chameleon, but... a strand of white hair

"Director, are you so tired that your hair has grown white?" Huang Yuan said with a smile.

Mo Xiao took over the snow-white hair, and seemed to have lost his soul, and froze in place, no matter how Huangyuan asked him, he didn't say a word. It took a long time before she regained her sanity, left a word that she wanted to rest, and left in a hurry.

Huangyuan looked at Mo Xiaoyuan's back, stretched out his hand to grab something, but only held the air. Watching the crumpled white coat disappear around the corner, he slowly put his hand down.

Back in his ward, Huang Yuan habitually sat in front of the drawing board—just like in the library at the beginning, although it was not a long time, it seemed to be an experience in his previous life. I don't know who arranged the ward for him, but put a complete set of painting utensils beside the bed.

But this time the wasteland did not use a pencil to outline the draft as usual, but directly dipped a smear of golden paint, and began to paint the proud and solemn eyes engraved in the memory.

...

"I told you two stories just now. Now that you have finished listening, do you have anything to say?"

The woman in front of her was covered in silver and white aura, but she also had the purest golden pupils in the world——Gradini, the queen who once ruled the Phoenix Galaxy, cast her indifferent eyes on the wasteland, and she asked .

And it is from her that Huang Yuan learned about the right and wrong of the past——Herman, Mo Hesheng, the queen, the professor, Iceland, Lanna, the supervisory committee, these absurd but true stories are intertwined, Little by little, that period of dusty years was built up.

"No, you only told me one." Huang Yuan denied.

"One? It's clearly two."

"There is only one." Huang Yuan once again denied the other party's statement, "Although you said two seemingly unrelated things, the gist of the story is the same, so I think it is a story."

"What is the purpose?" the queen asked.

"It's cause and effect."

Wilderness replied briskly, obviously expecting the other party to ask such a question.

"Then do you believe in cause and effect?"

This answer seemed to arouse the interest of the other party. She sat forward, and a few strands of long gray hair fell from her shoulders, adding a little agility to the space where time stood still.

"Frankly speaking, I don't believe it." Huang Yuan crossed his fingers and explained earnestly, "My brain controls my actions, and my next actions affect my future, so the root of everything lies in my mind. The brain, my consciousness."

"Then what if you put the possible future in front of your eyes? For example..." She raised her hands and gestured, "You hold up an apple and want to eat it, but now I want to tell you that the apple will come from you slipped from your hand, will you hold it tightly?"

Wasteland was stunned: "Prophecy?"

"No, it's perception. Perceive extremely small changes, then deduce the 'future', and then change your current decision based on this future."

This setting is beyond the wasteland's understanding of reality. He admired: "This is very powerful, unimaginable, and more awe-inspiring than the stone on your body."

"The stone is no longer on me." She was a little lonely, but more relieved. "But it's not far from you. One day, it will appear beside your pillow and accompany you to sleep."

"I want to know what happened to the professor and sister Wang. Your story is not finished. Also, how do you know this?" When he mentioned the stone, Huang Yuan showed curiosity about it.

"This is the third story, and it includes you."

The queen ended the topic in a tactful way, so the wasteland turned to another keyword.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to answer me. If I'm not wrong, the star map hides everyone's secrets."

"Secret?" She thought for a while, "It's not a secret, it's just the past, present, and future."

This answer once again surprised the wasteland, his perception of the world changed little by little: "It's unbelievable, how did you enter the star map? Is our destiny already doomed?"

"Think about what I just said to you, I can't change anything, I can just tell what I see, the future is constantly changing, fate is not predestined, but I can see it all." The queen paused "But now the star map has expired, and I can no longer enter."

Huang Yuan nodded: "I probably understand that the star map is not a product of the earth, is it?"

"I don't know." She lowered her eyes and frowned slightly, as if she was lost in memory, "When I fell to this planet and then naturally entered the star map, at first I thought it was my sister who left behind on the earth. Items that can be used when returning to Earth one day, but I later found out that this is impossible, and the star map is more like a masterpiece of an Earthling.”

Wilderness pondered for a while, then raised his head, with starlight shining in his eyes.

"I can figure everything out, but I need some key information. Is this information in your third story?"

"Some are there, some are not. The second half of the third story has changed."

After hearing this, Huang Yuan stood up and patted his legs that were a little sore from sitting for a long time.

"Let's go, find the first half together, and then see what the story of the second half will become."

The Queen raised her head and looked at the young man in front of her, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, not knowing whether it was joy or irony. Her gentle and majestic voice sounded again in this space.

"Before I go, I want to ask you a question."

"Let's talk." Huangyuan replied heartily.

"You who know everything, how do you face these people around you?"

"Then I won't know until I get back my own memory."

...

"Hahahahaha!! Wasteland, my young master is here to check on your illness!"

The sudden laughter interrupted his memory, and before Huang Yuan raised his head, he already knew who was coming, because of that loud, self-righteous voice and self-righteous words and deeds, he only knew one person in this world.

It was George, holding a basket in his hand, which probably contained fruit or something.

Fortunately, Belita is not in the ward now, and I don't know what to do. If Belita is here, George will probably be criticized.

"Although I'm very busy, you are one of my best friends after all, so I still took time out of my busy schedule to come here!"

He raised his head and looked arrogant, and he didn't look like he was here to visit a doctor.

"I'm very affectionate, isn't it amazing?"

"Okay, anyway, please keep your voice down."

Huang Yuan looked around, he seemed to be the only patient here, but he still wanted to say so.

"No noise is allowed in the ward, do you want to be scolded by Belita?"

"All right……"

Hearing this, George suddenly lowered his voice very low.

It seems that in order not to make a sound, George became extremely cautious even when walking, and walked on tiptoe for a long time before reaching the hospital bed in the wilderness.

"I brought you a condolence item for visiting the sick."

George said with a low voice.

"Thanks."

Wilderness nodded.

He has no appetite now, but he learned it when he was in class in the library. It seems that sugar can make people feel happy. Fruits should also contain sugar, so he will accept it and give it to the director.

Thinking of this, he lifted the white cloth covering the basket.

"This is……"

"It's barley."

Although he knew before that George didn't distinguish between grains, and he called everything barley. But I didn't expect him to exaggerate to such an extent... This is not grain at all!

He took a portion from the basket.

"This is a cucumber..."

This is already a vegetable, but he can still call it barley with such a serious face, the wasteland is a little dumbfounded.

And cucumbers don't seem to have any sweet taste. I don't know if she will be happy to give cucumbers to the director.

Thinking of this, he took a bite of the cucumber and felt refreshed. This cucumber is full of water and has a fragrant taste.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

"Well, it's delicious."

"Of course, as Mo You said, crops with manure will grow better! Good! Add manure to other barley next time!"

Speaking of this, Huang Yuan froze for a moment...

"This cucumber...have you washed it?"

"Wash? No, I just pulled it out of the ground and wiped it with a cloth. It's still fresh. It won't be fresh after washing."

It's a pity that it was too late, Huang Yuan had swallowed the bite just now, and he put the bite of Huang Guang back into the basket with a serious face, looking at George with a loveless expression, wanting to cry without tears.

As for why it was no longer fresh after washing, he didn't intend to go into it.

At this moment, after George, someone suddenly pushed the door and entered.

Unknowingly, but still attracted the attention of Huang Yuan, he turned his head, but he didn't see anyone for a while, and lowered his angle of view, only to see the short figure of Lake.

Lake looked around for a while, and then danced to the wilderness with his unique sign language.

"Sure enough, you came to visit the wasteland too!"

"No, for the director, she has gone out and returned to her room."

The two replied almost at the same time, obviously because they had different understandings of Lake's body language.

And judging from Lake's actions, it was obvious that Wasteland was right. Because he turned his head and walked out without taking a step closer to the wasteland.

Embarrassed, George tried to cover up his mistake with a smile.

But there were only two people here, and he felt that it was meaningless to do so, so he took Huang Yuan's hand and pulled Huang Yuan up from the bed.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Um."

"Would you like to visit my newly planted barley? It's hard to grow alive."

It was barley again, and the wilderness guessed that it must be something else, but before he could respond, George took his hand and took him to visit.

"Newly planted barley! All kinds of barley! All kinds of barley! They are growing and growing!" As he walked, George danced and sang.