You can't afford to hurt a man wearing an anti-theft badge

"Look, he doesn't even have the courage to kiss you."

After finishing speaking, the tall and handsome man with a teasing smile on his lips lowered his head and kissed the soft lips of the man in his arms.

In the twilight morning light, the two looked so well matched that——Chen Ke's fingertips ignited a high-level fire spell at some point, and the flower buds behind Feng Zixuan ignited with a "bang", like a huge cluster of torches , Burning violently from top to bottom, the high heat released distorts the air, smoke comes out in large strands, and soon becomes a large-scale fire scene.

Never expected on Saturday that Feng Zixuan would add fuel to Chen Ke's anger. He immediately reached out to push him, but the push was in vain. Feng Zixuan's body turned translucent at some point shape.

Saturday's eyes widened, Feng Zixuan smiled at him, tenderness overflowed from his eyes, and he whispered in Saturday's ear: "I'm going back, please cure me—we."

where are you going backWho should I cure?

Saturday was at a loss, and before he could speak, Feng Zixuan had turned into thousands of points of light and disappeared into the air.

"Feng—Zixuan?" On Saturday, he wanted to chase after the spot of light, but Feng Zixuan didn't know where he went, why did he leave?

Even the huge burning buds disappeared, pieces of flames that could not follow, fell from the sky, and extinguished in the wind.

Saturday took two steps forward in a daze, and suddenly bumped into a person.

A little Saturday was reflected in the black pupils, and at some point, the two were so close that they could almost smell each other's breaths.

The gloomy and pale face, the eyes as dark as the deep sea, stared fixedly at Saturday, the eyes that were originally empty, but at this moment were stained with familiar feelings, like Feng Zixuan's eyes chasing Zhuo Liu all the time.

Inferiority, sadness, hopelessness, and a hint of self-mockery.

Chen Ke stretched out his hand, pinched Saturday's chin, rubbed his thumb lightly on the hollow under his lip, and then squeezed the lips that had just been kissed in a transcendent and ambiguous way, and wiped them to one side, the snow-white teeth Revealed from the bright lip color - fresh and delicious, tempting to taste.

The strong visual impact did not make Chen Ke do anything out of the ordinary, just like what Feng Zixuan said, he didn't even have the courage to kiss the one he loves, and he always stayed on the cordon side, without any "" "Xiao Chen Ke"'s sickness and Feng Zixuan's impulsiveness, he will not make mistakes, will not scare Saturday away, and will not annoy Saturday.

The most outrageous action is probably, after being kissed by someone on Saturday, vigorously erasing the marks like this.

"You did a good job," Chen Ke said, "Now, I don't need to kill him, his obsession has dissipated, and if there is no accident, this world will collapse soon."

"But..." Saturday still didn't understand what Feng Zixuan's last two sentences meant.

"Let's go." Chen Ke took Saturday's hand, "Your body won't last long."

His eyes fell on the shoulder that was still bleeding on Saturday, and the sourness spread in his heart. Although he knew that Feng Zixuan and him were originally alone, but thinking that in order to protect Feng Zixuan on Saturday, he would rather get hurt, he felt deeply. deep jealousy.

After 10 minutes, Chen Ke pulled Saturday and stepped into the void.

The vertigo like a wormhole leap hit again, and I closed my eyes on Saturday.

Chen Ke sat in the swivel chair again, and the notebook landed on the table with a soft sound. He opened his eyes, and the dark curtains were drawn open. Gentle morning light.

Business as usual.

However, there was a flourishing emotion that poured into Chen Ke's heart from the void, and his rationality could not accept the sudden extra intense emotion, so that Chen Ke frowned and pressed his hand on his chest.

After a while, he straightened up, turned on the computer, and completed the experiment report.

A slightly mocking voice sounded in Chen Ke's mind: "You really can't bear it, why don't you go and see if Ah Liu is awake?"

Another voice said in surprise, "Egoist, you're back too?"

"Hey, isn't this the little sister who was forgotten? How about it, has your childhood shadow been healed?"

"It has been cured a long time ago. The senior has already remembered me, and he also remembered the games we played together."

"Hey, playing games is really childish. I have kissed Ah Liu's lips twice."

"I have kissed too, and earlier than you."

"Really? Are you playing forced?"

"...I don't believe you weren't forced."

"Haha," the previous voice laughed dryly, and dismissed the matter as perfunctory, "No matter what, we've all kissed, and now only Lao Chen is still looking at plum blossoms to quench his thirst."

The latter voice also sneered: "Because he is in charge of us and has the strongest self-control... Seriously, I believe even if you say he can't do it."

"Oh!"

Chen Ke slammed the table, and the conversation between the two voices in his head was interrupted. He stood up and walked around restlessly. After turning around three times, he heard the sound of the master bedroom, and immediately walked over quickly.

When Chen Ke arrived at the master bedroom, he was struggling to get up on Saturday.

Chen Ke immediately held him down: "Don't worry, there is plenty of time, take your time."

Gritting his teeth on Saturday and lying down for so long, his body couldn't make any effort to speak, and his throat was so congested that he couldn't speak. He blushed and looked at Chen Ke in embarrassment.

When Chen Ke saw his expression, he understood.

I want to go to the bathroom on Saturday.

"I'll help you go."

Although he knew that Chen Ke was taking care of him when he was unconscious, and when he woke up last time, Chen Ke helped him go to the toilet, but Saturday still felt extremely awkward.

Embarrassed enough to have come out of the bathroom for a while, he sat on the bed, still blushing, trying to drive out the discordant images that had a strong impact in his mind.

Chen Ke sat by the bed, his eyes fell on Saturday's healthy and bloody cheeks, and he silently clutched his right hand.

"What happened just now?" A voice rang in Chen Ke's mind, "Why did Lao Chen suddenly disconnect from the Internet?"

"..."

"Little sister, are you still online?"

"...don't call me little sister," said the gloomy voice, "I have a hunch that nothing good has happened."

"Shut up." Chen Ke said suddenly.

Saturday was taken aback, then raised his head: "What?"

"Nothing." Chen Ke tucked in the quilt and asked, "Are you hungry?"

"No..." Saturday shook his head, "I haven't said yet, sorry, did I mess up your plot?"

Chen Ke was silent for a moment, he stared into Saturday's eyes, in those beautiful amber pupils, he only saw pure apology, not the slightest bit of blame.

"I forced you to make a choice, don't you blame me?"

The last minute he experienced was tantamount to torture for Chen Ke. He had to personally act as the villain who forced Saturday to make a choice. He watched Saturday struggle and suffer, but he could not give in at all.

"No..." Thinking of Feng Zixuan's disappearance again on Saturday, a look of melancholy and dazed expression appeared in his eyes, "I know, you are all here to save me."

"..." Chen Ke felt it in his heart. In fact, he didn't force Saturday to make a choice just to save Saturday. He just didn't want to kill Feng Zixuan in front of Saturday. There will be an irreparable rift between them. Even if Saturday is understandable intellectually, it cannot be emotionally.Separation is the last thing Chen Ke wants to see.

For this reason, he forced Saturday to make a choice. No matter what the result was, Saturday made the choice himself, so he didn't have to take full responsibility.

Although the final result was the best of both worlds, Feng Zixuan's obsession disappeared and he released Saturday back from that world—of course, it wasn't just Saturday who came back with him.

But Chen Ke's move is really not worthy of his heart.

When Saturday blamed himself, Chen Ke felt a little uncomfortable.

"Sorry, I messed up the plot..."

"Stop talking." Chen Ke interrupted Saturday's remorse.

Sat was taken aback for a moment, her light-colored lips tightly pursed into a straight line, and an embarrassing flush appeared on her cheeks.

"You are not wrong," Chen Ke leaned forward slightly, looked at Saturday seriously and said, "You are not wrong, it was me who was wrong, I just told you that Feng Zixuan's obsession was to become a martial god , In fact, his obsession is not in this."

"What?" Saturday was surprised. Although Feng Zixuan had said that he didn't want to be a martial god when he left, Feng Zixuan disappeared before Saturday had time to think about it.

"Even if he becomes a martial god, he still can't resolve his obsession." Chen Ke shook his head, "His real obsession is that he never lost Zhuo Liu, and you happened to fulfill his wish, so he will, dissipate."

Chen Ke paused, and chose the simplest word, "dissipate".

In this way, he would no longer have to explain to Saturday where Feng Zixuan went and why he was still obsessed with it in his mind. What's more, "Little Chen Ke" never disappeared, but "Little Chen Ke" was better than Feng Zixuan. Xuan is better, talks less and is not active.

Hearing Chen Ke's words on Saturday, he breathed a sigh of relief, then remembered something, and asked, "Is what you said true? You didn't say that to comfort me, did you?"

"No." Chen Ke replied.

Saturday frowned slightly: "But, why did Feng Zixuan say, 'He is you, you are him', what does this mean?"

"..." Chen Ke was once again troubled by Saturday's sharpness, but fortunately his ability to make up stories is very strong, "I told you before that the author will always project a part of himself into the work, even if it is this kind of The same goes for commercial work.”

"But how would he know this? He is just a character in your writing." Saturday still felt that Chen Ke's statement was problematic.

"Well," Chen Ke paused, and when he got to the point on Saturday, he felt overwhelmed, "Maybe he... felt that I was somewhat similar to him."

Saturday looked at Chen Ke suspiciously, is it really that simple?

"I'll cook." Chen Ke stood up and left quickly.

After eating porridge in the morning, Chen Ke took Saturday to the hospital again. After the examination, the two of them came out of the room full of disinfectant smell. The fresh breeze blows in. The daytime in late summer and early autumn is the most beautiful, not cold It is not hot, and the plants are still in the green and lush growth state of summer, but the sun is not as scorching as summer.

It wasn't until this time that Saturday felt that he was really back.

——Back to City B in the real world, surrounded by ordinary people, living an ordinary life.There are no fleeting flying swords, no dazzling magic spells, and no ever-changing magic circles.

Although it was a bit monotonous, it was reassuringly down-to-earth, and he could be his law-abiding citizen again on Saturday, and he didn't have to start a fight at the slightest disagreement.

It's just... In this world, there is no Feng Zixuan.

"How is this wheelchair comfortable?" Chen Ke asked, "I bought it last time, but you left before I could use it for you."

"Comfortable." Saturday said apologetically, "Last time... I didn't expect to go back to the anti-theft badge so soon."

"Don't feel sorry, you won't go to the anti-theft chapter again in the future," Chen Ke said, "because "Urban Cultivation of Trash" is over."

Saturday looked back in surprise: "It's over?"

"Yes, it's meaningless to write any further. In the main text, Feng Zixuan has become a martial god." Chen Ke said.

"...So, there will be no anti-theft badges in the future?"

"Well, I don't plan to let it go."

"But, wouldn't that be cheaper for Pirates?" Said Saturday disapprovingly.

"It doesn't matter." Chen Ke said.In fact, what he thought in his heart was that it doesn't matter if he earns less money, the important thing is not to make any more fools.

The wheelchair turned around the European-style path paved with red bricks, and there were all kinds of exquisite and elegant old villas on both sides. Under the shadow of the plane trees, Chen Ke pushed Saturday and walked slowly. The sun shone on his body, and Saturday felt warm. It's very comfortable.

Asked on Saturday how Chen Ke got into the anti-theft chapter, Chen Ke talked about his experiment, and he was very interested in it on Saturday, so Chen Ke said he would go back and show him the experiment report.

Walking and walking, the front opens up, the villa complex ends here, and the skyscraper with the characteristics of a modern metropolis is ahead, the golden glass wall shines brightly in the sun.

Before I knew it, I walked under the Golden Durian Building.

Looking up at the golden dome on the top floor of the building on Saturday, I said to Chen Ke:

"Last time you said that Feng Zixuan is a part of you...? I don't quite understand what you mean, because I don't think Feng Zixuan is like you."

Not only are they different, but they are two completely opposite types of people.

If Feng Zixuan is arrogant and conceited, Chen Ke is calm and introverted, Feng Zixuan likes to show off, Chen Ke doesn't even have a readership, Feng Zixuan's feelings are straightforward, and sometimes he seems a little unscrupulous, Chen Ke He was so unpredictable that he didn't even know what he was thinking.

If "Little Chen Ke" is a part of Chen Ke, I would still believe on Saturday that Feng Zixuan and Chen Ke are really far apart...

"When I started writing "Urban Cultivation: The Waste of Firewood Counterattack", it was the second year of my full-time job. Although I already had some experience, it was not safe to eat full-time subscriptions. Sometimes the money was more, and sometimes the money was less. At that time The pressure is relatively high, and I often think back to the time when I just graduated..."

Thinking on Saturday, people who have just graduated are indeed more courageous, all of them are full of vigor, rampant, and intend to use their own strength to conquer the workplace-was Chen Ke also like this at that time?

"...There was never a time as bad as when I just graduated, and I must not repeat the same mistakes." Chen Ke continued.

Saturday Surprise: "When I first graduated—was it bad?"

"Yes," Chen Ke smiled, "Not everyone is like you, who entered a world-class company after graduation. Moreover, I came from the Department of Philosophy, and this major is not easy to find a job outside."

On Saturday, I understood a little bit, not only because of Chen Ke's major, but also because of his personality, he is not the type who would enjoy himself in the workplace.

"You know, no matter when, there will be something called 'positive energy' in the workplace. Although I know that this is something used by the management to squeeze the labor force, but the general trend, I can't escape this place, so I can only accept it. "," Chen Ke said, "I'm ashamed to say that sometimes people need to numb themselves in order to live comfortably. In order for me to blend into that group, I shaped Feng Zixuan in my heart."

No, it cannot be said to be shaped, but it is actually formed naturally.

Or rather, split out.

"Little Chen Ke" is not the first one, nor is Feng Zixuan the last, unless Chen Ke's life in the future is peaceful, otherwise, under the pressure, he will relapse.

"At that time, I lived in a rented house in Qingshan District and worked in the busiest place in the city center. I woke up from the small rental room every day, washed up with a few people I had never met and never communicated with, and went from the desolate outer suburbs Take the subway, sit for two hours, and come to the most prosperous place in City B." Chen Ke smiled.

"It must be very hard." On Saturday, I also thought about when I just graduated, I couldn't rent a house near the company, and I took the subway for a long time to work for a while. "During the morning rush hour, the subway was packed like a can of sardines .”

"Yes, at that time I felt that life was hopeless and I couldn't breathe. I found an inexplicable job, just like the boss who recruited me in the past, and also thought that my major was an inexplicable major, but at that time I still Young, they think I still have room for improvement—in fact, I don’t,” Chen Ke shook his head with a smile, “I’m more stubborn than they imagined, I don’t like to communicate with people, except for necessary work communication , I won’t say a word with my colleagues, and I don’t like to listen to other people’s instructions. I can complete the work independently. Although I can complete the work earlier than others, when the internship period is about to pass, the boss finds me. He told me that if I can't change my 'self-closing' personality, he will reconsider whether to keep me."

On Saturday, I can even imagine a specific picture. Among a group of sunny and lively new employees, there is such a silent and gloomy Chen Ke who is doing his own thing silently. He neither communicates with others nor shows himself to the outside world. No matter how much work has been done, such a person is destined to do a lot, and he is not welcomed by colleagues and bosses around him.

"If I don't 'reform' myself within a month, I won't be able to stay any longer. If I don't have a job, I won't have money, and I won't be able to rent a house. Maybe I will leave City B," Chen Ke said.

"So you created Feng Zixuan?"

"Yes, no matter what kind of adversity he is in, the protagonist of Shuangwen can counterattack." Chen Ke smiled, "He can climb from the mud at the bottom to the top with high spirits, and he will not have gloomy He can turn defeat into victory after blows come one after another, not because of luck, but because of his firm will that surpasses ordinary people."

"..." Sat understood why Chen Ke would say "Feng Zixuan is a part of me".Feng Zixuan is more like a drug used to anesthetize Chen Ke. In order to adapt to the extremely difficult work life for him, he had to take a large dose of anesthetic called "Feng Zixuan" every day to relieve his pain. Allow yourself to live in harmony with your work, and neither will collapse first.

"In fact, compared to the life in City B, I yearn for rural life, self-sufficiency, and leisure..." Chen Ke said, "But I have to stay."

Saturday couldn't help asking: "Why? Actually, I also think that not everyone is suitable for such a fast-paced life in City B."

Chen Ke smiled, but did not answer Saturday.

Because at that time, during the lunch break, Chen Ke could often take a walk to the bottom of the building marked with a large SUT LOGO.The place where Chen Ke works is very close to that building, only a 10-minute walk away.

Out of ten times, there will always be one or two chances to meet familiar people coming out of it. Even if there is an annoying German guy beside him, it will not hinder Chen Ke's good mood.

In the summer evening, there are a few days when there is no overtime work and the sky is still bright. After Chen Ke gets off work, he will go to sit under the SUT building first to see the young elites walking out of there. Confident expression, between words, seems to be full of interest in work, full of hope for the future.

That is the light that belongs to the talented people, and it radiates naturally from them.They are outstanding and confident, enjoying the best opportunities and treatment that City B can provide to young people.

It is those ordinary and mediocre people who can't wait.

The person he likes is among the most dazzling young people.

"So... did you stay in the end?" Saturday asked.

"What do you guess?" Chen Ke made a fool of himself.

"I guess you stayed." Saturday couldn't imagine what would happen if Chen Ke really lost that job.

"No, actually...I found out later that the boss was just dragging his feet and didn't want to make me a full-time employee. He cheated a lot of interns like this because the internship salary was cheap and he didn't have to pay social security, hehe, but I didn't know at that time, I I really thought there was something wrong with me." That's why the pressure was so great that Feng Zixuan split up, but now that I think about it, the situation is actually not that serious at all.

"It's disgusting, you can go to labor arbitration! Let him pay for all his underwear!" Saturday's heart beat faster with anger, "If I had been there, I would have taken you to sue him!"

Hearing this, the bitterness in Chen Ke's heart disappeared, and he stared at Saturday, whose neck was a little red with anger, with a hint of sweetness in his heart.

"Well... Later, I worked like that for about a year, and I received a message that a film and television company wanted to buy my copyright. At that time, the price was tens of thousands of yuan, which was an unimaginable high price for me." Chen Ke said .

"So you start full-time?" Saturday asked.Although tens of thousands was not high, for Chen Ke at that time, it was an urgent need. Moreover, on Saturday, he really felt that Chen Ke was not suitable for working life. Compared with working life, writing commercial novels was more suitable for him. The way of working that can be done by a human being and earning money by relying on one's talents perfectly fits Chen Ke's character and talent.

"No." Chen Ke's answer surprised Saturday.

"why??"