About my brother and I are both gravity making this thing

004 It's really hard for me

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On the seven-kilometer journey from Lihai University to Chinatown, Chuya walked slowly with my back on his back for about two hours.

It was still dark early in early spring.The sun gradually sinks into the bottom of the sea and becomes a thorn across the sea.The streets are from empty to bustling, and pedestrians are from two or three to bustling.The unique lanterns and street lights in Chinatown are lit up exactly at [-] o'clock, and the lights fall into the crowd who are accustomed to it. They have long since lost the fear of the dark, and they walk through the streets and alleys on their own, as if It will not stop for anything, just like the wheels of this city will never stop because of day and night or deep twilight.

The two beeps of the electronic lock are soft and thin, but the traces drawn on the eardrum can be compared with the sharpness of fingernails rubbing against the blackboard.

I don't quite remember when I fell asleep on Chuya's shoulder. When I woke up, the night outside the window was as thick as the blush at the end of the eyes of a charming girl.I stared in bewilderment at the tiny shining stars on the ceiling wallpaper.

Kicking off the thick and heavy winter quilt that was pressing on me, I rolled to the side of the bed. In the dark, I found the bear slippers that were placed by the bed.Cotton, the thickness can be compared with snow boots.

Even though it's spring and the temperature is back, the central government still doesn't allow me to change the quilt into a thinner one.Because I catch a cold, I must catch a cold, and I can’t escape taking medicine for a cold. Taking medicine for illness is like a taboo for him. It can’t be solved until drinking more hot water and going to sleep. The little discs of the water will definitely not be pushed into my stomach by water.

I can't figure it out.We're all lab-grown kids who are as strong as cows, and I'm as weak as some test-tube baby with a genetic defect.

The living room was not lit, but it was very bright.I looked out the window and glanced at the sky. The moon that was missing most of it was not bright at all, and it was a dusty beige.I think the animation may be right. The moon, the magical little satellite that Jerry the mouse loves, does have the possibility of being made of cheese.

The house is empty.On the wall where the clock used to hang, now there is only a more white circle left.Because I really hate the sound of the second hand moving, so I threw it in the trash.I turn on the TV and turn the volume up to maximum.

Chuya has a good capacity for alcohol, but his wine quality is extremely poor. When he is drunk, he will lie on the sofa and sing songs that even ghosts can't understand.Then the neighbor knocked on the door again the next day, pointed at the Hong Kong black cadre's nose aggressively and said that he must either be private or wait for a nuisance complaint.So every time I moved from then on, Zhongye added another item of "sound insulation" to the requirements of the house.

Yokohama local TV’s late-night program is broadcasting the Earth’s pulse, and the plump salmon is crowded with the river that goes back. I found the current time in the lower left corner of the screen.

2:00am.

Just me, at home with a bunch of fudgy potato chip chocolate chip cookies.Usually, as long as Zhong Ye goes out at this point, he will not come back until morning at the earliest.

I woke up like a dream, I rushed to the TV with my slippers on, and took out the game console from the drawer.

2:42am.

If the explosion didn't come so suddenly, I might have a chance to save it, but it's too late to say anything now.

I stood in the middle of a mess with a complicated mood.When I went out yesterday, I said something like "I haven't moved in half a year, it's really gratifying".Thinking about it now, it was really a crow's mouth fulfillment, and Edward Murphy appeared.Even though I prepared myself for trouble every time I went home, the thought of re-shopping for groceries was a headache.

The ashes that should have turned into flying dust and the gravel that could penetrate my skull were tightly attached to the ground, and the load-bearing wall that I removed as a "shield" was completely cracked and full of cracks.If there is no gravity to compress and support it, it will probably become a pile of gravel in no time.

A burning smell got into my nose, and then another burst of explosive wind blew.I think there is a high probability that the underground natural gas pipeline has suffered...

Thanks to his good heart, the self-knowledge of being vengeful, and money, he can afford to support me and live in a detached house, instead of being squeezed into an apartment building that is not densely populated due to the pressure of survival.

Otherwise, I don’t know how many innocent people will be killed by this deliberate explosion—Of course, I also have reason to suspect that the opposite party chose such extreme measures precisely because they knew that no additional casualties would be caused—after all, the Chinese also chose Such an obvious single family home.

Remove the force applied to the broken wall and, to my surprise, it collapses like loose blocks.The unstoppable heat wave rushed towards me even more recklessly.The hair on the forehead was blown away, and a layer of sweat broke out on the back and the side of the neck immediately.

I left the scorched earth before the onlookers and firefighters arrived.It was fun to be out of the noise and panic that was associated with me, and I jumped on the roof of the neighbor's house and saw people standing in the distance looking into the firelight.

It's really hard to spot a lunatic who's going mad most of the night from the crowd.

I don't understand, these troublemakers have investigated where they live in Zhongye, so can't they learn more about my ability by the way?It is understandable that their actions are nothing more than the grievances of "blood debts", or they want to use my death to achieve the purpose of attacking Zhongye.But to be honest, developing a time machine to travel back to five years ago and kidnapping me with candy may be more feasible than the method they took tonight.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the dew is deeper and heavier.

Under the double threat of scorching fire and freezing cold wind, I sneezed loudly.

This unsettled night destroyed Chuya's painstaking efforts and my game archives.

I think it's time to contact Zhongye.But right now I have no money, and I can't even afford a public phone.If he wandered around the street without authorization, he might be caught and questioned by the police uncle.

As for where is Hong Kong black?Why not just go to their headquarters and find someone?

This is a really good question.

That's naturally because I don't know that I haven't been there either!Even if I have met their BOSS several times and know more than half of the high-level cadres, I am still a good girl who is constantly learning how to become a good girl with excellent character and learning.

Aragami above.

He knows if I'm lying or not.

But my top priority is still to find a place to take refuge, any place is fine, at least I can't continue to stand in the wind.

But even if I say whatever, I'm actually not the type to be dismissed casually.How difficult it is to feed such a thing in the deep sea of ​​the Central Plains is enough for the Central Plains to write a book of crying blood.

I thought about it, and there was only one place to go in my mind.

Just like every child has the experience of being held down by their parents and memorizing their home address and guardian's phone number backwards, I was once forced to memorize a lot of things.Go up to his bank account and down to a map of all the public transportation routes that pass by his door.It's also fortunate that it was me, otherwise if it were any other child, he would probably have put the hat of corporal punishment on him without any explanation.

But in fact, the requirements for me are really very low.If you insist, it should be low enough to only need to be bigger than Mr. Dazai.

"Don't ever become that kind of scum" - that's pretty much it.

Mr. Dazai is a jerk who doesn't consider other people's feelings.And in order to prove that I am not the same as him, I specially picked Mr. Sakaguchi's favorite coffee from the vending machine and gave it to him as an apology for bothering at three o'clock in the morning.

And his complexion, which was not very good at first, suddenly became worse after seeing me standing outside the door.It's like the face-changing Sichuan opera performed on TV.

I tried to think on the bright side: for example, Mr. Sakaguchi, who showed this look, might be tired of drinking this brand of coffee.

I pursed my lips that were purple and cracked by the cold, and looked at him with pitiful eyes according to the instructions in my memory.

"...Come in." Ten seconds later, Mr. Sakaguchi lowered his frown in frustration, turned his body slightly loosely, and exposed half of the tightly blocked door.

I can feel a kind of exhausted body and mind from his actions, so that I can't help feeling that this is too pitiful.