Zongman: The post-2D era

He slowly stretched out his right hand, as if wanting to touch Chang Wulang, but stopped at the last moment, maintaining a subtle distance.

Chang Wulang's eyes were bloodshot, and blood was slowly seeping out of his seven orifices. He was like an enraged trapped beast, clutching Feng Feng's collar fiercely.

The two bodies were pressed together by this sudden force, and the world around them seemed to stop at this moment.

His voice was hoarse and desperate, piercing the tranquility of the autumn day: "Come at me! All these sins are mine alone! Let Xiao Zone go, she is innocent!"

Sweat, tears, and blood mixed together slid down Chang Wulang's cheeks and dripped onto the two men's clasped hands. Each drop was like a heavy verdict.

There was both anger and pleading in his eyes, as if he wanted to pour out all his resentment and pain.

"I remember my foolish act of resurrecting Xiao Zone, but I have no regrets!"

Chang Wulang's voice echoed on the empty platform, with a hint of unquestionable determination.

He slowly loosened his hands that were tightly gripping Feng Feng's collar, and instead gently stroked his chest, which seemed to contain endless courage and sacrifice.

The afterglow of the setting sun stretched his shadow into a long line. Standing side by side with Feng Feng, he looked so lonely and tragic.

"Whether you are a god or devil high above, or Cthulhu lurking in the dark,"

Chang Wulang's voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of his heart.

"I am willing to use everything I have, my memories, my future, and even my broken life, to exchange for Xiao Sane's lifelong happiness. Let her forget the ten years of waiting and pain, and let her life bloom again."

Chapter 807: The Responsibility of Common People

Wednesday, September 21

Kobato Tsunegoro was wheeled into the operating room in hospital attire.

Feng Feng held the copy of Plato that had been transformed from a train ticket in his hand and sighed deeply, "Xiao Zuo Nei still refuses to give up."

I couldn't help but stretch out my hand and gently run my fingertips across the cover, as if I could feel the wisdom and philosophy flowing between the pages.

"The dense annotations in this book are all asking me one word: "Responsibility". She wants me to be responsible for her life."

People were coming and going in the hospital. Yukinoshita Haruno pointed at Feng Feng with a female cigarette in her hand, her red lips slightly parted: "I am the first person responsible."

Yang Nai's eyes appeared particularly deep behind the swirling smoke. She gently exhaled a smoke ring, and the slowly rising smoke seemed to carry the burden of the past and the uncertainty of the future.

Memories came flooding back like a tide, and she seemed to be back in that fateful night. The moment Xiao Sane fell, time seemed to freeze, leaving only endless grief and regret.

She clenched her teeth to prevent any emotion from leaking out, but her fingers holding the cigarette turned slightly white from the force.

"From the moment I agreed to let Chang Wulang enter this academy full of unknowns and dangers, I knew there was no turning back on this road."

Yang Nai's voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of his heart.

"I am the source of all this. No matter what the outcome is, I, Yukinoshita Haruno, will shoulder this responsibility alone."

There was determination and fearlessness for the future in her words, and her eyes were shining with an unquestionable light under the dim light.

Feng Feng gently closed the "Plato" in his hand. It seemed that Xiao Zuo's unfinished thoughts and expectations were still lingering between the pages.

He looked up at the mottled sunlight outside the hospital gate and glanced at the time on the screen of his mobile phone, on which there was a photo of Yukino.

With a relieved smile on his lips, he whispered to Yukinoshita Haruno, "It's getting late, I have to go to class. Everything here is left to you, Haruno."

Turning and stepping into the autumn afternoon sunshine, Feng Feng's figure was stretched out, forming a sharp contrast with the pedestrians hurrying around him.

He walked slowly towards the bus stop not far away, each step seemed particularly firm and calm. The autumn wind blew gently, bringing a few fallen leaves to spin and dance around his feet, as if it was nature's silent encouragement to him.

The sun shines obliquely on the school playground in the afternoon. The golden light and the youthful figures of the students interweave into a vivid picture.

Feng Feng mixed into the boys' team. Sweat slid down his determined chin, dripped onto the track, and evaporated without a trace in an instant.

"Don't betray me, I'll buy you some ice cream."

His steps were steady and powerful, and every breath seemed to announce to those around him his determination and perseverance in attending class.

After running the set number of laps, the physical education teacher blew the whistle and announced free time.

The students dispersed one after another. Some gathered together to chat and laugh, some lay down on the grass alone, and some came to Feng Feng to ask for some money and then walked towards the canteen.

Feng Feng stopped and breathed slightly, his eyes swept across the vibrant playground, with indescribable emotions surging in his heart.

“These guys are so greedy.”

He walked slowly towards a row of old trees at the edge of the playground. There was a relatively quiet corner there. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled light and shadows.

In the sunlight-dappled corner, the figure of Yukinoshita Yukino looks particularly dazzling. She is wearing a red and white gymnastics suit, like a newly blooming cherry blossom, pure and energetic.

Sweat slid down her delicate face and dripped onto the white towel around her neck. It was instantly absorbed, leaving behind traces of varying depths.

She raised her hand gently, and with a flip of her wrist, a bottle of iced black tea drew a graceful arc in the air and flew accurately to Feng Feng's location.

"for you."

Feng Feng happened to turn around, and his eyes met the sudden black tea, and a hint of surprise and smile flashed in his eyes.

He stretched out his hand swiftly and caught it steadily, as if he had caught the coolness of the entire summer.

The two looked at each other for a moment. Without saying anything, the tacit understanding and understanding were already flowing in each other's eyes.

Yukino's lips curled up into a faint smile, her eyes flickering with curiosity and concern: "You and your sister went to the hospital, is there something important?"

Her voice was clear and melodious, like a mountain spring, adding a bit of vitality to this quiet afternoon.

Feng Feng gently stroked the "Plato" in his hand, a complex look flashed in his eyes, then he slowly walked to Xue No and gently handed the book to her.

The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves, dappled onto his face, adding a touch of gentle light and shadow to this heavy conversation.

"This book was brought by Osane at the request of Chang Goro."

Feng Feng's voice was low and serious. He looked at Xue No, his eyes full of confusion and thought about the future.

"In this book, she explored the word 'responsibility' with countless annotations. She wanted to know if I could be responsible for her unfinished life, and I... I didn't know the answer either."

Yukino took the book and gently stroked the cover with her fingertips, as if she could feel the warmth and emotions that Osanai left between the pages.

She raised her head, her eyes met Feng Feng's, and a firmness flashed in her eyes: "Responsibility is not only about bearing the consequences, but also about the courage and strength to choose to move forward."

"Perhaps, we cannot make a perfect plan for her life, but we can choose how to face her departure, how to continue our lives, and let her existence be our driving force to move forward."

Yukino gently opened "Plato", and the faint scent of ink and the taste of time emanated from the pages.

She sat in the shade of a tree, the sunlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves, casting an alternation of light and shadow on her focused face.

Sometimes her eyes were deep, as if they could penetrate the pages of the book and have a conversation with Osane across time and space; sometimes they were solemn, as if she was thinking about the deep meaning behind each annotation.

As she read deeper, Yukino's brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed. Her fingers unconsciously stroked the edges of the pages, and she seemed extremely cautious every time she turned a page.

The world around her seemed to have gone silent, leaving only the soft sound of her turning pages and the occasional laughter coming from the playground in the distance.

The sun gradually set in the west, dyeing the clouds in the sky a gentle orange.

Yukino sat under the shade of a tree, gently turning the pages of the book in her hands. Her eyes were focused and deep, as if she was having a silent conversation with Osane between the pages.

As the bell for the end of get out of class approached, she finally closed "Plato" and looked up at Feng Feng, with sparks of thought flashing in her eyes.

"Feng Feng, regarding the responsibility for this matter..." Her voice was calm and powerful, and every word was carefully considered.

"As a promoter, Yang Nori undoubtedly bears the brunt of the responsibility. But I think responsibility is not a simple ranking game. Everyone's role and influence are complex and intertwined."

Xueno started to analyze the responsibility issue of this matter with Fengfeng just before the get out of class was over. According to her calm thinking, Yangno was the first person responsible, and Fengfeng could only be ranked seventh.

"As for the 'responsibility' in the book, it means that you let her fall in love with you but you can't be responsible for her! Or do you want to break up with me?"

Chapter 808: Disease Names of Common People

Thursday, September 22

Kobato Jōgoro was wearing hospital clothes and leaning on the bed, looking out the window at the drizzle.

Feng Feng held the copy of Plato and a fruit basket in his hands and said with a smile, "Your operation was very successful."

Feng Feng gently placed the fruit basket on the bedside table. The colorful fruits looked even more tempting under the soft light.

"Feng Feng, in my memory, you were my best friend. We went to elementary and junior high school together."

Feng Feng slowly pulled out a chair beside him, with an imperceptible gentleness in his movements. When he sat down, his eyes never left Xiaojiu Changgoro's face, which looked a little tired but full of determination.

"Chou Goro, I didn't go to school with you, but that's not an obstacle to our friendship."

"I'm sorry I altered your memory."

Then, he naturally stretched out his right hand and gently pressed his palm on Xiaojiu's hand, which was trembling due to weakness and trying to make a fist. The warmth was like spring sunshine, instantly dispelling some of the chillness and uneasiness in the ward.

"Come on, Wulang, eat some fruit first to replenish your nutrition."

Feng Feng's voice was low and caring. He carefully picked a brightly colored apple, peeled the skin with a fruit knife to reveal the bright yellow flesh, then cut it into small pieces, placed them on a plate, and handed it to Xiaojiu.

"Try it, this apple is very sweet. I hope it can improve your mood."

In the picture, there is a tacit understanding and warmth between the two people that requires no words, and the drizzle outside the window seems to become softer, adding a bit of poetry to this quiet moment.

Xiaojiu Changwulang's gaze lingered on Fengfeng's sincere eyes for a moment, and a complex smile unconsciously appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Even though I know that the memory is fake, I still think you are just that kind of person. I can't do anything about you."

He slowly raised his hand and lightly touched the carefully cut piece of apple with his fingertips, which was shining with an attractive luster, as if it was the most precious treasure in the world.

Suddenly, he paused, a trace of stubbornness and loss flashed in his eyes, and then he grabbed an apple and glared at Feng Feng fiercely. There was a spark of gratitude in his eyes, mixed with a bit of childish provocation:

"Thanks, Fengfeng. If this apple wasn't as sweet as you peeled it in my memory, I wouldn't forgive you."

After saying that, he took a bite. A crisp sound rang out in the ward, and the sweet juice filled his mouth, as if his mood was also melted by the sweetness.

Seeing this, Feng Feng raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of pampering and smiles. The atmosphere between the two of them became more warm and lively at this moment.

"The cause of your illness is that you think too much. You think too much and your brain is damaged."

Chang Wulang slowly swallowed the last bite of the apple, his eyes became deep and firm, he gently put down the plate in his hand, his eyes flashing with a desire to explore the unknown.

Inside the ward, time seemed to have stood still. Only the faint sound of rain hitting the window frames outside added a soft background music to the quiet scene.

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly. His voice was a little weak but very clear:

"Feng Feng, I've been wondering whether there is some unnoticed connection hidden between those seemingly unrelated clues in this case of Xiao Zuo Nei."

For example, Xiao Zuo's abnormal behavior that day, or the subtle traces left at the crime scene... I always feel that all this is not accidental, but someone's careful planning. "

Feng Feng's expression became solemn. He nodded slightly, as if he was also immersed in deep thought about the case.