[Yan Zan] "In short, find the time machine first!"

Ceylon's newly updated Chapter 1 ends here.Tonight, the entire forum in Rhodes Island is reveling in the funeral of CP. This chapter of hers should also be written in an extremely emotional situation, and some typos and redundant expressions are inevitable.The mourner carefully read all the replies from the female operators on the lower floor, and then returned to the forum homepage to see if the "Doctrine Force Field" Shining had returned...the answer was of course no.

Then he fell into a situation of doing nothing.He didn't want to read other new posts in the forum, and he didn't want to read the old ones he liked. His thoughts seemed to be a group of froth floating in the ocean of information, constantly being washed away and reassembled.

Do I really smell like milk?The undertaker raised his wrist subconsciously, and sniffed at the tip of his nose.

Of course you can't smell the milk.The only thing lingering on the tip of the nose is the smell of cheap shower gel provided by the hotel. It is sweet, complex, strong, but warm.In the dark room, a similar smell came faintly from another bed not far away.The undertaker remembered that Yan Ke used the same body wash as him tonight.

It's hard for him to describe his current state... It's very strange, he has never experienced it before.He thought of an unfinished Yanbu fan in the forum written by Xin Wei, a cadre from the medical department, Mo Yao. Under such circumstances, anyone is born to only see black and white, and only when they meet their destined partner will they suddenly see the original colors of everything in the world.Mo Yao described the scene when the "undertaker" in the novel sees color for the first time:

"The field of vision that was originally like a black-and-white silent film suddenly seemed to be soaked in a layer of water, and everything within his sight began to swim, knocking out layers of ripples on his retina. Suddenly, there was a feeling that was neither black nor black. The color belonging to white jumped out, because he had never seen it before, and the undertaker instinctively waved his hand to block it—then undoubtedly rushed to nothing.”

"The new colors that he couldn't avoid jumped out one by one-they exploded like fireworks, spread like ink, and took over all his optic nerves with irresistible force. Was it all the result of his recklessness? Should he be punished? He recognized that the color that first alarmed him came from the eyes of the strange male operator opposite, the bright orange, which was unrecognizable and unable to be named, the undertaker could only tentatively classify it as a 'dangerous product' .”

"He was holding the entry file that was supposed to be submitted to the doctor in his hand, and he was speechless for a while."

The Undertaker affirmed the originality of Mo Yao's novel when he read it for the first time, but he was very clueless about this description.There is no description of color weakness or color blindness in the medical examination records of the last medicine of the operator, and of course he himself is the same. Maybe this is what healthy people imagine about the life of a color blind person?

But now, he seems to be able to understand this unfinished fanfic from a different angle.The strange emotion entrenched in his chest now is like a color that those color-blind patients have never seen. It really exists, but it cannot be described by any language he has mastered.It is expanding every minute and every second, but it cannot be stopped by physical means.

Perhaps it can only be tentatively classified as "dangerous goods" as written in the novel.

The fighting power of the cp girl immersed in the emotion of "getting it real" should not be underestimated.The undertaker casually refreshed the homepage of the forum, and unexpectedly found the Chapter 2 update of "Helpless".Looking at the grand occasion of building higher and higher floors on the front page, maybe they will continue to celebrate until the sun rises the next day.

Now that you've chased after it, let's read on.thought the undertaker.

After sleeping with his back facing his back for a while, Yanke was so choked by the origin stones growing on his left half of his body that he had to turn his body over in the end.In this way he and the undertaker were lying face to face.A sliver of street light poured in through the curtains, enough for the former mercenary with good night vision to see the appearance of the person who shared the same bed.

Because of the nine centimeters difference in height, the first thing Yan Ke saw was the black halo above the angel's head.Unlike his rambunctious Sakota kin, The Undertaker's aperture is a quiet black, with a special contraption of coiled wire sandwiched around the edge of the thin aperture, looking uncomfortable.For a moment, Yanke suddenly wanted to reach out and take off this monitor-like thing for him.He stretched out a hand from under the warm quilt, but stopped a second before touching the aperture, and abruptly retracted it.

It would be bad if it woke him up instead.

His gaze continued to fall, and he aimed at the creamy golden hair that looked soft.The mourner's forehead was covered with thick bangs, and his slightly longer hair crossed at the root of his mountain. Usually, even his eyebrows were rarely exposed.But now, the thick hair curtain slipped halfway with his undefended head tilt, revealing one eyebrow and a small piece of smooth forehead skin.There are no origin stones that broke out of the body, and there are no scars or signs of disease. It is healthy enough to be envied.

As he continued to move his gaze down, what he saw was the slightly trembling golden eyelashes, and the slightly raised eye ends were just aqua red from the steam in the bathroom, which softened his usually cold and hard image a lot.

Obviously, the plot of "him" observing "myself" is described from Yanke's perspective, but the mourner's reading eyes become evasive.Every time he reads a few lines on the screen, he has to vigilantly raise his eyes under the cover of the quilt and the mobile phone, following the change of sight described by Ceylon, to observe the Yanke sleeping on the other side.

The line of sight first falls on the top of the head.There is no light circle on the top of Yanke's head, so the point of sight is a very eye-catching long black horn.His horns are very rare even among the Sarkaz tribe, asymmetrical, one side is very long, and the other side is only as short as the knuckle of a little finger and has two pieces.The Undertaker once suspected that it was a physical mutation caused by the ore disease, just like the horny mutation caused by the ore disease on both sides of the operator Estelle's head, but after reading the information he submitted, he found that the above It says "Natural".

His gaze continued to fall, and he saw some rough blue-black hair.Yanke doesn't seem to be particular about his hairstyle, he rakes his temple hair back when it grows, revealing his light brown skin with ore growing on his temples.The messy hair scattered on the forehead and the bridge of the nose is always left and right. It seems that it is deliberately combed up from the back of the head to cover the horrific scars below.

Keep moving your gaze down... The Undertaker can't move anymore.What came into view was not only the fluttering black butterfly-like eye feathers, but also a pair of sparkling bright orange irises that were not blocked by the eye feathers.

Yanke is awake.

For a few seconds, the air trapped between the two was so awkward that it almost froze.

Why is he still awake?It must be one o'clock in the morning, right?Yanke and Undertaker thought so in their hearts at the same time.

They are like two stupid soldiers squatting in the trenches facing each other, the enemy does not move, I do not move, the enemy does not move... Well, why is the enemy still not moving.

"Are you..." "What's wrong?"

It's over, it's even more embarrassing now.

Fortunately, there are advantages to being a few years older.Yan Ke casually pressed off his glowing mobile phone against the pillow, and at the same time quickly glanced at the number displayed on it: "It's 32:[-], and I have to return to Rhodes Island as soon as possible tomorrow, sleep quickly." He said In the end, he spoke in a commanding tone, which seemed to be a habit developed as a mercenary captain back then.

Seeing that he was about to turn over. "Wait a minute." The undertaker blurted out, "I have a question for you."

He even used the honorific subconsciously, and his tone was as sincere as a curious student.

Yan Ke frowned and turned himself back: "What can be more important than sleep?"

The mourner tried to organize his words, and said very slowly: "There is a feeling... I want to ask your opinion. I can understand the facts, but I can't understand the meaning that others give to it, so it is difficult for me to describe this feeling specifically. The feeling. I can only describe to you the fact that I am attached to it. My heart beats faster than usual, my breathing rate rises, and I feel intermittent pain in my limbs. My eyes follow subconsciously. The behavior of a specific individual, paying attention to his appearance and subtle movements. When the stimulation of nerve endings tends to be the same, the information about a specific individual cannot form a clear primary and secondary concept in my brain, and will be ignored by me. Prioritize and memorize for a long time."

Does this idiot know what nonsense he is talking about?

The mourner finished speaking, Yanke thought secretly in his heart.

God knows how the Undertaker managed to connect a series of plain and simple medical vocabulary and psychological vocabulary so provocatively. When he said this, he still had his signature bewildered expression—the corners of his eyes and mouth drooped slightly, showing Innocently childlike, like every time he was forced to rub his head by the doctor on tiptoe in the Rhode Island infrastructure.

So Yanke replied casually: "Ah, isn't this just a heartbeat?"

"Is this the heartbeat?" The mourner who got the answer buried his head, not knowing what he chewed alone.After a while, a very soft "thank you" sounded in the darkness.

Yanke didn't care about this, because after leaving the phone, sleepiness also hit him wave after wave.He fell headlong into the not-so-soft pillows in the standard hotel room and fell asleep earlier than the mourners.

(TBC)