The Mechanic [BL]

[126]

Chapter 126 – End Game (2)

Zhang Xun had that dream again.

He was standing in a wheat field and he himself had become a stalk of wheat, like all the other wheat, holding a heavy sheaf of seeds, swaying carelessly with the wind blowing from nowhere. He had no brain, no consciousness, but existed purely, one with the whole earth, the whole universe.

There was no pain, no pleasure, nothing.

Then, something separated him from his senselessness.

He found himself to have sight and he saw a long figure standing far away in the vast sea of wheat fields. The man was slowly plucking away the wheat, slowly trudging towards him. His aged but stern face wasn't smiling, but carried the toughness of a rock.

A name was on his lips, but he couldn't remember how to pronounce it.

"My son, he doesn't give up easily." The cold man looked in his direction, as if he were looking at him and as if he wasn't.

The word father hovered in his mind, but he had no mouth, no way to call out and no hands to embrace him.

He realised that he seemed to have lost his father, that this dream was perhaps a final goodbye.

He began to struggle, he wanted to say one last word to his father. There was a cracking sound in his body, which had been rooted in the earth and the skin on both sides of his body ripped open and hands grew. Large wounds opened on his face, so that a mouth to speak emerged. He ripped the sheaves of wheat from his head and revealed his ears. He tore off the roots that connected him to the earth, so that he grew feet.

He was covered in blood and staggered towards his father, "Dad!"

Zhang Shuo looked at him, watched him struggle to come towards him and lifted the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile.

It had been many years since Zhang Xun had seen his father smile at him. Only then did he realise that he looked so much like his father, smiling as if he were looking in a mirror.

But now, his body didn't listen to him. It was as if he had gone back to when he was a child, before he could walk and his father was waiting ahead of him and he concentrated on moving his legs, step by step, concentrating and doing his best, before finally falling into his father's arms.

The scent that enveloped him was familiar and safe, pervaded by the faint smell of summer hay.

It wasn't his father's scent, but Adam's.

His consciousness gradually emerged from the chaos of the dream, but he wasn't sure whether the dream just happened a moment ago or a long time ago. Time was misplaced in his head and his body trembled involuntarily.

"He's weak and the dose of anaesthetic you gave him was on the high side. He's shivering." There was a faint voice with some reproach and concern, a familiar voice. Zhang Xun tried to open his eyes, but his body was lazy and weak and his eyelids were too heavy. He didn't want to wake up.

"Ah-Xun? Ah-Xun?"

Adam?

Was it morning?

Was he going to take Adam to the garbage processing yard for training?

I'm so tired...... I don't want to get up......

"Ah-Xun, wake up ......"

Zhang Xun finally reluctantly opened his eyes and felt the warmth surrounding his body tighten a little more.