It turned out that before she knew it, Griseo had already put down the paintbrush.
From Griseo's point of view, under the moonlight, all the colors on Trigger's body are overflowing.
At the beginning, the color was a combination of liking and complaining about Phaethon.
Behind it are the deep blue sadness for teammates, the gray-white yearning, the dark golden unwillingness, and the warm yellow reluctance...
Griseo did not disturb Trigger, but quietly waited for the music to end, and at the same time, in some incredible way, quietly caught the falling colors.
Trigger came back to his senses and looked down at Griseo. The other person looked up at her with a little curiosity in his eyes.
For a moment, Trigger suddenly felt a little guilty.
Because she found that she had hardly had a good chat with Griseo. This child did not make noises, complain, or act coquettishly, but just painted quietly.
"Alas..." Trigger sighed in his heart.
"Griseo."
"Huh?"
"What did you draw?"
Griseo turned the drawing board over to show her.
Under the moonlight, there is a dark blue sea surface, a light gray plank road, and two figures, one large and one small, standing together on the drawing paper.
Looking at herself in the painting... wait she can see the painting?
Why?
Does this painting have Ether Energy?
Trigger's vision was changed to Ether Sight by her. Apart from the living vital signs, she could also see things containing Ether Energy fluctuations.
"Just now, Sister Trigger drew it when she was sad."
Although Griseo doesn't know how to use 'language' to comfort someone, because those words are too light, as light as the wind blowing them away, leaving no trace.
But she can draw, and she wants to heal her sadness in her own way.
So Griseo stepped forward, gently pulled Trigger's clothes, and said, "Sister Trigger, take me to Hollows."
"Go to the convenience store... what? No, where did you say we were going?" Trigger was stunned for a moment, and she doubted her hearing as a sniper.
Griseo said go to Hollows??
"Well, I'm going to No. 0 Hollows." Griseo repeated, "Also, sister Trigger, please bring whatever you were sad about or missed just now."
Huh?
At this time, Trigger was a little confused, but she looked into Griseo's eyes, and the little girl's eyes were determined.
The sniper's sixth sense made her nod in agreement. Of course, she also asked Griseo what she wanted to do, and the other party's answer was - "Paint the color that comforts sister Trigger."
Defense Force The dormitory area around the outpost is filled with a forbidding and forbidding atmosphere.
Trigger has been living in such a dormitory since she joined Defense Force. Even after the fall of Old Capital, she has never lived in an ordinary house.
That night, she took Griseo back to the dormitory to pick up some things, and when she was about to enter Hollows, she was questioned by a sergeant at the gate of the outpost.
Under the dark red warning lights, a noncommissioned officer stopped Trigger and Griseo.
"Sorry, Miss Trigger, Scott Outpost is an important military area. Although you are a member of Defense Force, you are bringing suspicious people in and out, so I need to check."
The sergeant's tone was stern, and his eyes glanced back and forth between Trigger and Griseo.
The identity verification indeed shows that Trigger is a soldier Defense Force, but she is on leave now. Why is she returning to the military camp?
And there was a little girl with him. The most suspicious thing was that 'it was late at night, the two of them were secretly carrying something to Hollows'.
Before he finished speaking, the sergeant suddenly reached out and snatched the cardboard box Trigger was holding in his arms.
"No, please don't take my things!"
Trigger subconsciously reached out to take back the cardboard box, which contained the relics of her old friend.
But out of obedience to discipline, she finally slowly lowered her raised hand.
The sergeant opened the carton and looked at it carefully.
"A half-burnt group photo, an audio file, a hand-drawn album..."
He frowned, with a bit of confusion in his eyes.
Trigger explained in a low voice, "This is what my former comrades left behind. They died when Old Capital fell. Today is my captain's birthday."
Although Trigger was lying, the low mood in her eyes was true.
Hearing this, the noncommissioned officer's face changed slightly, and his confusion and wariness instantly turned into respect.
He carefully returned the carton to Trigger, then stood at attention and solemnly performed a military salute - it was a soldier's respect for the fallen soldiers.
After the sergeant saluted, he apologized. "Sorry, Miss Trigger. I was just doing a routine check..."
To the higher-ups, the Defense Force advance team who died in the fall of Old Capital may just be abandoned sons.
But for the soldiers at the bottom and the surviving people of New Eridu, they are heroes worthy of admiration.
Although the sergeant still doesn't understand why Trigger entered Hollows with a little girl.
But when he heard the words "birthday to the fallen heroes", he chose to let it go. The top management of Defense Force may have been rotten for a long time, but in this outpost, there is no shortage of dedicated people at the grassroots level.
Hollow Zero On the edge, an old abandoned warehouse.
Griseo chose this place because it was quiet and undisturbed by Ethereal. The gray-purple sky above Hollow Zero was like a huge canvas.
"Captain Charon, assaulter Acheron, medic Cocytus, scout and engineer Lethe, artilleryman Styx..."
Trigger said softly while taking things out of the carton.
"This is the story of me and my 'family'."
The half-burned group photo, Blessing tape, yellowed hand-drawn book, and finally the harmonica.
Everything is like a tombstone, engraved with a name that will never come back.
Trigger knows that expecting a ten-year-old girl to understand this is tantamount to wishful thinking.
But now that I have brought Griseo here, I don't have to worry about this outrageous delusion.
Trigger stroked the harmonica. After telling the story, she looked at Griseo, wanting to see what the little girl was going to do.
"Okay, sister Trigger, can you play that song again?"
"Okay!"
Trigger nodded, then picked up the harmonica and played the song "Homecoming".
Griseo opened his hands, [The Stars]Signets lit up on his chest, and the soft light spread out in circles like ripples.
"Mother Aponia, Uncle Su... can you help me?"
As the words fell, two gentle forces awakened from the depths of Signets.
A blue-white butterfly flew out of the light;
A piece of tender green leaf fell quietly in the air.
Two voices sounded at the same time--
[Please remember the moment when your old friend intertwined with your life, and please read it carefully in the long time to come.]
[May the dry soil of the past become a hotbed for new sprouts.]
At this point, [Discipline] and [Wisdom] were awakened.
Butterflies flutter their wings and leaves swirl gently.
The relics placed on the ground began to glow slightly, and finally turned into countless tiny points of light, dissolving in the air.
Together with every note, under the infiltration of Ether Energy, the paint flows into the pen of [The Stars].
Blue is memory, gold is concern, gray is regret... As soon as the song fell, Griseo's brush stopped at the last stroke.
Trigger slowly opened her eyes - then, her whole body froze.
In front of her, there were five people, two women and three men, standing among the dust and moonlight of the abandoned warehouse.
Captain Charon stood at the front with a gentle smile. She waved to Trigger.
Trigger's heart suddenly shrank, and tears suddenly blurred her vision. She blinked desperately, trying to see the faces of those people clearly, for fear that they would disappear in the blink of an eye.
But Charon didn't disappear. Instead, she came over, stretched out her hand and hugged Trigger.
The warm touch came, Trigger trembled all over, and the tears finally burst out.
Because she knew this was not a dream or an illusion.
So in front of Griseo and her old friends, Trigger cried as if she were a child.
Among the other teammates, Acheron was talking and laughing, Cocytus was leaning on Lethe's shoulders, and Styx had his hands on his chest, just like his former teammates.
Resurrection of the dead?
Of course not, it was an old friend in Trigger's memory who was 'drawn'.
Regarding updates, it's not that I don't update, but that I update in a planned and regular manner. First, I will increase the number of manuscripts saved to promote updates during the holidays.