Bottle Evil's Ultimate Mission

The first ray of sunlight in the morning happened to shine on an extremely handsome face through the window, which looked particularly hazy, and the whole face became psychedelic and soft, the only fly in the ointment was the deep frown.

A carrier pigeon kept "cooing" in front of the window. Chang An turned over, grabbed the pigeon, took off the note on his feet, and let the pigeon fly.Whether it is very original to transmit information like this, but at least it will not be intercepted, and it will be received almost every half a month.He doesn't need to answer, because he just needs to make sure that everything is going according to his plan.

My daily life is still standing on the top of the mountain, looking at the endless mountains, rivers and lawns in the distance, people working in the fields, and the mountains full of cattle and sheep.

"elder brother?"

Chang An turned his head slowly, just in time to see Nibal, who was panting heavily and blushing, who should have run up.

"What's up?"

"It's okay, I just saw you here again, so I'll take a look."

"Ah."

"The mountain in front is so far away!" Nibal sat on a big rock with his chin in his hands and said to himself, as if he was really thinking about some philosophy of life.

Chang An turned his head to look at the little ghost sitting next to him, with a small mouth pouting long, thinking about something like a little adult.

"Why did you come to the mountain? Aren't you going back to do your homework?"

Nibal turned his head to look at Chang'an, rolling his eyes, as if he was trying to make sure that the beautiful big brother in front of him was talking to him, and finally replied: "We are moving, so there is no Go sign up."

"Well, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to catch up with the homework you left behind?"

"My sister said that she won't leave soon, she will stay and help me with tuition."

"Didn't you say she was busy?"

"I don't know about her either, but she seems very interested in you."

"Oh."

"You don't seem to care? Are there too many women chasing you? But speaking of it, some women are really annoying."

Chang'an was a little speechless. It turns out that in this highly developed information age, even children in remote villages are still so mature beyond imagination.Especially when he said the word woman, it was very smooth, as if he said it often, it would be terrible if it went on like this.

"Is someone chasing you?"

"Of course, I'm considered handsome among the boys at school, and I'm considered a school girl!"

Chang An turned around Nibal with a scrutinizing gaze, and asked, "How many boys are there in your school?"

"I haven't counted them, maybe sixty or seventy."

"Oh, that's good too. How old are you?"

"I'm 12 years old, and I'm going to enter junior high school soon." Nibal said calmly like an adult, as if I was already an adult.

"Why do I feel that you are different from yesterday?"

"We didn't know each other yesterday!"

"Oh, so this is you."

"what happened?"

"No...it's nothing, by the way, why is your sister interested in me?"

"Ask a lot about you."

"That's why!"

"What else do you want?"

"Hehe, it's not like that."

The two chatted in this way, and Nibal felt that this big brother was fresh, cool, and had a good personality.Changan just felt bored, or it would be nice to have someone talking beside him.

The next day he still went to the same place on the top of the mountain to sit. Nibal did not come, but his sister did.Chang'an hadn't looked at Ni Ling carefully, so when this generous and lovely girl was sitting next to him with a drawing board behind her back, he was a little strange, and finally didn't ask a word.

"What is there in the distance?" The girl asked coldly with a friendly smile.

Chang An didn't expect her to ask this, after all, they were not familiar with each other, and it seemed that they had only met somewhere, maybe they were from the village, or they might have met.

"Go and see if you don't know."

"Hehe!" The girl smiled softly, but she didn't have too much emotion in it, so Chang An knew that her brother had misunderstood, so he just glanced at her and continued to stare into the distance.

Ni Ling felt that the man in front of her was very special, and maybe he had a very different story, so she said frankly: "I think you are a person with a story, but I have always thought that a handsome guy like you is very cold. You shouldn't have the feeling of indifference and alienation you are feeling now."

Chang'an suddenly felt that this girl was a bit more straightforward than he expected, but there was no need to tell her about his own private affairs, and she was incapable of bearing this story.He just said lightly: "Is that person without a story?" Chang An stood up after speaking, looked up at the sky, and didn't intend to continue talking to this girl.

Ni Ling also tactfully did not ask any questions, but unfolded the drawing board and began to draw.

For a few days in a row, they looked at each other without saying a word, and Changan still went up the mountain every day to look at the sky and the mountains in the distance, or maybe he didn't see anything.Ni Ling goes to the mountains to paint on time every day, most of which are landscapes.Nibal has not been to the mountain for several days, as if the past few days were all a dream.

Ni Ling looked back at the wood-like person, sighed and said: "Everyone has their own story, some people bury it deeply, some choose to tell it, and some choose other forms, Such as writing books, painting, but I feel like you are always remembering."

"I thought you were a writer before, but it turns out that you are a painter (talker)."

Ni Ling just smiled and said, "Maybe I'm still a loyal listener, or maybe a reader, but unfortunately, I'm neither a painter nor a writer, at most I'm a novelist who likes to collect stories."

"You really want to hear a story?"

"of course."

"Alright, it's okay anyway, I'll tell you a story, it will be a bit long, are you ready?"

"I'd love to hear it."

"It might be boring, or it might be different."

For Ni Ling, the longest story is a lifelong companionship. A boring and different story should have an unforgettable memory, because the people in the story are too heavy, and there is no gorgeous language to embellish it.

"The beginning of the story begins with a young man with a strong curiosity...."

Every day after that, Ni Ling would go to that mountain to listen to the long story told by Chang An, and Ni Ling was also deeply attracted by that story.

Three months later, the story was finished, but the result was not what Ni Ling wanted.Moreover, Chang An never came to this mountain again, and when he finally went to his house, he left nothing but a few paintings.There is a picture of many men with a few words "I Chang'an" written on it. It is in a thin gold body and is very beautiful.After reading it, Niling felt a little uncomfortable, perhaps because she was infected by the characters in the story, and finally decided to write it into a book, which is called "One World Chang'an".