Chapter 218
Morrison woke up from his slumber and stared at the ceiling for a while.
Then he looked to the left and saw Xi Zhenhai who had fallen into a coma. His wife and daughter were standing around his bed, talking in low voices.
Morrison had met that girl more than a year ago. He remembered that she was just a shy little girl when they met last time, but now she has grown into a beautiful girl with a graceful and elegant temperament. Although she looks a bit sickly, she is still much better than ordinary people.
Looking to the right, there is a young man named Taylor. He was seriously injured and has not woken up yet, but at least he is out of danger. At this moment, his mother is standing by his side, staring at his face intently, as if she is afraid that he will disappear in the blink of an eye.
Morrison looked away and let out a long breath.
Three of them survived, but two others were also missing…only their bodies were recovered.
One was having his armor penetrated by the exploded metal fragments, and the person was probably dead when he flew out.
The other was only slightly injured, but because he couldn't bear the despair and loneliness...he chose to commit suicide. When "Mu Zhe" found him, his body had already begun to stiffen.
Unlike Xi Zhenhai who was already unconscious when he was rescued, Morrison remained calm and able to think. After being rescued, he even calmly said "thank you".
Morrison was very sure that the man who saved him was "Mu Zhe" who had been in the maintenance team for a few days. When they met again in the dark space, he was deeply impressed by the calm, tolerant and slightly sad eyes like the sea, which even diluted the joy of being rescued.
Morrison recalled what "Muzhe" had said when they parted: "Thank you, Captain. If I have the chance in the future, I will definitely repay you."
At that time, he thought that the person in front of him was just an ordinary young man, kind and honest, but also ordinary. He had seen too many young people like this. When they went against the current, they would always become more or less like another person, and rarely looked back.
He and "Muzhe" were also that kind of young man, and never took his so-called "repayment" to heart.
But who knew that this reward would come so quickly and in this way?
"Are you awake?"
Morrison's wife Donna came in with a lunch box, her heart filled with joy, but because he had briefly woken up before, she did not seem excited at this moment.
Behind her was a colleague from the maintenance department, Suo Xi. He looked at Morrison, nodded, and smiled, "That's great, Morrison. Everyone was worried about you. They must be happy to know that you woke up."
Morrison smiled.
Donna put the food box aside, touched his forehead, and asked softly, " How ? Do you still feel dizzy?"
"Much better." Morrison held her slightly cold fingertips and said apologetically, "Thank you for your hard work these days."
Donna lowered her head and smiled, looking at him with her watery eyes, and said, "It's not that hard. After all... you're back. This time, many people really died."
"Yeah." Morrison sighed.
Although he was still unclear about what happened during the chaos, Morrison knew that the ward he was staying in was supposed to accommodate only one patient, but now there were three crammed in. Occasionally, when he opened the door, he could see some patients lying on the beds in the corridor groaning, and shrill and mournful cries came from almost all directions.
"By the way, Morrison, everyone is asking! Do you remember how you were rescued?" colleague Suo Xi asked in a low voice.
Morrison saw from the corner of his eye that Xi Zhenhai and Taylor's family members beside him also looked over when they heard what he said.
He sighed and said, "I don't know. I seemed to have fainted at that time."
Because he was always clear-headed, Morrison was very aware of how miraculous his rescue experience was. He knew that the people around him might not have any bad intentions and were just asking out of curiosity or gratitude, but not everyone was like that.
Suo Xi was a little disappointed and a little skeptical when he heard this.
At this time, Xi Yanxin beside him whispered: "My father said the same thing. Although he was not completely unconscious, his consciousness was so blurred that he had no idea what was going on. After all... that desperate situation was really too terrible. If it were me, I would definitely not be able to hold on! Really, thank you for holding on... and not giving up on yourselves..."
As she spoke, the girl seemed to be back to the time when she was desperate and helpless, and tears dripped down her fair cheeks.
She held the hand of the unconscious Xi Zhenhai, choked up and whispered: "Thank you, Dad, thank you for coming back... If... If something happened to you, my mother and I really don't know how to live..."
"Yes." Wan Ruohua was really like a person made of water. Her eyes were already red and swollen from crying. At this moment, she couldn't help but feel a sore nose and tears fell again. She hugged Xi Yanxin and said, "It must be the gods who have mercy on us. They know that we are helpless, so they sent your father back..."
The mother and daughter hugged each other and cried quietly. The sobbing made others' eyes red. Especially Taylor's mother, she lay on him and cried loudly, scaring two doctors who rushed in, thinking that something had happened to him.
Unexpectedly, one question would make everyone so sad and cry. Suo Xi was extremely embarrassed as he could not empathize with them. He comforted them with a few words, put down the gift and left in a hurry.
Morrison glanced at Xi Yanxin over there. The girl's frail body was still trembling slightly because of her crying. It was unclear whether her support and emotion just now were intentional or unintentional.
He knew that such curiosity and questions might accompany him for the rest of his life, but no matter who asked him, he would only have this answer.
The bloodstains on the wide streets have not been completely cleaned up, but due to livelihood pressure, some shops have begun to reopen, and the passers-by have brought back the bustle and smiles.
The sturdy adventurers hurried past with their weapons for self-defense. After the war, Liukasao could no longer strictly prohibit adventurers from bringing their weapons on board the spacecraft, and could only try to limit some destructive things. Therefore, the conflict caused by adventurers has been escalating recently, keeping the people in the Fighting Department busy. Fortunately, the chief of the Fighting Department, Inmu, was not killed like other senior officials. He also introduced a group of retired personnel with strong combat effectiveness to the Fighting Department, so the situation was still under control.
Lloyd, the only surviving ship owner, took over the main affairs of the spaceship. He implemented a series of policies that benefited the people, such as free medical care, opening up access to all levels of the ship, reducing tolls, reducing taxes, reducing usage fees for various energy sources, increasing wages, etc.; with the support of the Fighting Department and the Supervision Department , he arrested and executed a large number of people who took the opportunity to cause chaos, and promoted many people from the grassroots level of each level of the ship to become the new management, quickly putting the operation of various departments on track; then he took out many treasures from the collections of senior executives such as Mapu, and held a high-standard auction for seven consecutive days, which quickly boosted the popularity and reputation that had been reduced.
He may not be a good person, but he is very qualified as the new manager of the spacecraft. Even Yinmu, Ao Hengchuan and others changed from initial doubts to recognition and admiration. Many people have been suffering for a long time under the various harsh policies of Mapu and the exploitation of the ship owner and other senior officials. They feel that life is bleak, and Lloyd's promotion has given them hope again. Many people are even grateful for the incident that caused them to lose their relatives and friends, and believe that those sacrifices and deaths have given Liukasao a new life.
Baili Yun, the general manager of the maintenance department, also survived, but he could no longer live a leisurely life like before. Lloyd assigned him a lot of work, and his wife, lover and many children were also in a mess. Whether it was work or family, he was exhausted and exhausted.
After the passage was opened, Ban Jin sold the restaurant on the first floor and opened a small noodle restaurant near the residential area on the third floor. Although the new restaurant is about half the size of the previous one, the environment and atmosphere here are better, and there is less exploitation from various forces, so the profit is still higher than before.
Shardao also left the arena and took advantage of the opportunity to join the fighting department on the third floor when the fighting department was recruiting a large number of people. So people could always see a big man with a fierce look and wearing a serious gray-blue uniform, showing a bright and enthusiastic smile, and enthusiastically helping everyone in need.
Opposite the newly opened Ban Jin Noodle House, in a tea shop with simple decoration, Mu Teer sat at a window seat with two plates of snacks in her hands, but she did not move them. Instead, she pushed them to the young man opposite and said, "Try it, the snacks in this shop are delicious."
"Um."
Rong Yuan took a piece and tasted it. It tasted really good. He drank a sip of tea and asked, "Have you decided? You won't go back to the eighth floor?"
"Yes." Muter smiled and said, "Although the house on the eighth floor is much better than here, the environment is good, and the neighbors are easy to get along with. But... this is where I have lived for decades after all, and the neighbors are all old friends who have known each other for many years, so it is still more comfortable to live here."
In fact, she had to stay on the third floor to protect Ban Jin, because only Si Jian from the Supervision Department and his family could live on the eighth floor. But somehow, she couldn't tell Rong Yuan this reason.
Even though she knew that Rong Yuan actually knew exactly what she was thinking.
"It doesn't matter where you live, as long as you like it." Rong Yuan said with understanding: "I left you some money, it's not a lot..."
"No, no, no! No need! No way! I have money..."
Muter said hurriedly, but Rong Yuan held his hand. He only heard him say softly: "Just think of it as my filial piety, please don't refuse, this money is nothing to me. Besides, although money is not omnipotent, it is always good to have some money in hand if you encounter any difficulties in the future."
Mu Teer hesitated, and then heard Rong Yuan say, "Even if it's just to reassure me, okay?"
Mu Teer's heart tightened, and he asked hurriedly: "Are you...are you leaving?"
"Yes." Rong Yuan said.
The old lady showed reluctance on her face, and said with a bit of sadness: "Why, why are you leaving so soon... Then... when will you come back?"
"The universe is huge, and the place I want to go is also very far away." Rong Yuan said, "We may not have the chance to meet again in the future."
Muter felt as if the ground beneath her feet suddenly went empty, and a huge sense of loss and helplessness came over her.
Although she had known for a long time that Rong Yuan was not from Liukasao, and also knew that he would leave sooner or later, she did not expect that the time of separation would come so early, and once they separated, it would be a farewell forever.
"This... must we go?" Muter asked with a glimmer of hope.
"Because this is a promise that I made with many of my friends many years ago, so... yes, this is a journey that I must take."
Rong Yuan's attitude is always gentle and calm, but it is unquestionably firm.
“Then…then…”
Muter fumbled with the teacup in a panic, pushed the snack away, and then touched his pockets, as if he wanted to find something, wanted to do something, but in a panic he couldn't remember what he wanted to do.
She fumbled for a while and found nothing, and tears began to fall.
"You have to leave too... You all have to leave... There is nothing good outside..."
She sniffed, wiped her tears with a corner of her scarf, and her voice was choked with sobs.
Rong Yuan sighed, stood up, walked to her, squatted down, and held her hands in his palms.
Muter snorted childishly and turned away from him, but his skinny hands remained in his hands.
Rong Yuan said, "Don't be sad for me. Look, hasn't the real Azhe returned to you?"
Muter subconsciously glanced at Ban Jin who was busy in the noodle shop across the street, sniffed, and said with disdain: "That brat only makes me angry, and he is still being polite to me! If I face him every day, I will be so angry that my life will be shortened by ten years!"
Having said that, the tenderness and kindness in her tearful eyes at that moment were unquestionable.
"Maybe he has his own difficulties. Maybe he is just afraid to face you because he is not close to home." Rong Yuan wiped the tears from her eyes and advised, "Give him some time. He will be fine."
"Yeah, he's been a timid kid since he was young, but he'll get better."
Muter sighed, then held Rongyuan's hand, looked into his eyes, and said, "What about you, kid? Are you okay?"
Rong Yuan was stunned.
Muter said slowly: "If there is anything... that is not convenient to tell others, you can tell me. I have a bad memory and will forget it soon."
Those somewhat cloudy eyes looked into Rong Yuan's eyes, as if they wanted to see deep into his heart, and their face was filled with deep concern and worry.
Rong Yuan knew that perhaps she could sense the deep pain in his heart with a mother's keenness, but after being silent for a long time, he finally smiled faintly.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
