Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

"England is always very cold." Charles walked ahead, put his hands in his coat pockets, and said with a smile, "but you are lucky, today is a rare sunny day."

Qian Wu followed behind him, and when Jiang Chen walked, the shoulders of their coats rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Chen turned his head and asked him in a low voice, "Are you unhappy? I asked Charles to arrange today's itinerary."

Back then, Qianwu was so happy that he would die.

He still remembers his wild joy at that time.Charles is the dessert master used by the royal family, and he rarely serves outsiders, even important people from all walks of life are hard to find.

Qianwu still remembers excitedly confirming: "Go to your studio, does that mean I can eat the cake you made?"

"Of course." When Charles laughed, his thick eyebrows trembled in the air, no different from an ordinary and kind middle-aged man, "The most talented painter at the Tricon Academy of Art, it is my honor to serve you. "

"Desserts and paintings are both art." Qianwu said seriously that year, "I don't mean to flatter you, but I think the art of desserts can bring more straightforward enjoyment than paintings."

Charles laughed loudly at the time, "Why don't I accept you as an apprentice?"

"That won't work." The young and energetic Qianwu raised his eyebrows, "I don't have to eat the cake, but I can't lose my paintbrush."

He and Charles are a kind of magical relationship.

Speaking of it, they only had this one-sided relationship, and they didn't talk about anything in-depth, but they seemed to have touched each other's souls in just a few words.Even if he didn't say it, and he didn't keep in touch, it still made him think that Charles was a unique friend, and he believed that Charles was the same.

Qian Wu remembered that he was also in England, when he and Jiang Chen had just broken up for less than a year, he was well-known in the art world, but suddenly got involved in a rumor.

At that time, an official he worked with was exposed to the underground children's trade, and it was a coincidence that Qianwu just sent out a painting of a child two months ago.So a lot of criticism suddenly fell on him for no reason. At that time, he was holding his first small private art exhibition in England. After hearing the domestic rumors, he didn't take it to heart at all.But that night, when he passed by the window of the studio he was going to open the next day, he was surprised to find that the door and window were broken, and all the paintings inside were torn to the ground, splashed with dirt.

That was Qianwu's first year in the world.A young and energetic artist feels that he is admired and loved by the whole world, and he has no idea whether people are in favor of him or not.

A recent drawing of a child was written in marker: I hate that I adored you!

Qianwu remembered that he knelt in the exhibition hall for a long time that night and did not stand up.Afterwards, he got drunk alone in a bar on the streets of England, but accidentally ran into Charles who came to drink.

Charles is an amazing guy, joking and chatting with him lightly, and after a few hours he gradually calmed down.

After many years, when Qianwu recalled it again, he felt that Charles was the only person who could comfort him at that time.

He seems far enough away from his life, but there is a mysterious spiritual connection.He doesn't understand painting and those painstaking works, he can only say a few words that young people must go through this experience if they want to go higher, and then he starts talking about his wife's irascibility.

But only such a person could comfort him at that time, and he would not be stabbed away by his vigilant thorns.

A hand was suddenly put into the pocket of Qianwu's windbreaker, and he held his hand.

With a jolt, Qianwu suddenly regained consciousness from his memories.

"Why have you been in a trance?" Jiang Chen's voice was a little worried.

As he spoke, he approached naturally, Qianwu's heart was agitated, before he could react, the corner of Jiang Chen's mouth was already approaching in his line of sight, and he sucked on his forehead.

damn it.

When the lips were about to stick to each other, Qianwu realized that he instinctively moved up to greet her.

"..."

It can be said to be a one-touch fit.

Jiang Chen looked at him worriedly, "Don't you like the weather here?"

Qian Wu didn't speak, he stared at Jiang Chen quietly.Within a short distance, the owner of those eyes completely coincided with the young master of the Jiang family in deep memory.Compared with Jiang Chen outside, he lacks the majesty of the officers, but also has more freedom and clarity.

Qianwu suddenly looked away and smiled, and said in a low voice: "The nerves seem to provide a wonderful 'crime' scene."

"What did you say?" Jiang Chen approached, "Speak up, baby."

"It's nothing." Qianwu pulled his windbreaker collar, leaned closer and whispered: "Kiss again."

In the elegant white studio, Charles has just put the mold into the oven.

He turned his head, Qianwu was one step behind him, still stirring the thin dough carefully.The painter couldn't help but look closely at the small air holes in the dough, and stared intently at the dough with his black eyes, as if he was carefully examining a line draft that was about to be finished and colored.

"You're serious." Charles sat down with a smile, "I thought you were just trying."

It used to be true. He briefly studied in Charles's studio, but he didn't really get started with many steps. He was full of expectations to finally eat Charles's own baking.

Qian Wu finally put his own work into the oven, and walked over to sit with Jiang Chen.

They sat on two round rotating high stools, and with a slight turn, their knees touched together, like two children.

"After eating the cake, I probably don't have the stomach to eat dinner." Qianwu squinted his eyes contentedly as he smelled the sweet smell gradually filling the air. "Let's stay at the hotel tonight. I want to quickly paint the museum I went to yesterday."

"Then I'll write down the last case of the project." Jiang Chen patted his leg lightly, "If you're hungry, ask the hotel to deliver food."

Qianwu nodded slightly.

While waiting for the cake to come out, he was seriously thinking about one thing.

In his memory, tonight, he and Jiang Chen finished their work tacitly before midnight, stood on the balcony on the top floor of the hotel together to watch the night view of the city, and had a good night.

Qian Wu couldn't help thinking seriously, if his nerves kept him overnight, would he have to develop naturally and do something with Jiang Chen who was in the past years who didn't know it.

He smacked his lips.

Suddenly, I felt some expectation.

Qian Wu gently turned the stool, looking thoughtfully at Jiang Chen who was concentrating on observing the oven.

The lights of the city go up colorfully as night falls.

Senator Mary is still around, talking endlessly about her wonderful daughter.The most suitable way for Jiang Chen to want this congressman to sign the important transfer document a week later is to listen carefully, and then ask in a gentlemanly and natural way, "Maybe I have the honor to invite her out for dinner later?"

But he didn't.

He was sitting in the car, his fingers resting on the door switch, his body tensed involuntarily.

Jiang Chen never thought that he would return to this day.

Nearly a year after their breakup, he revisited the old place on business.On the way to the dinner party, Congressman Mary asked the driver to stop the car first, and suddenly started talking to him about his daughter.

Jiang Chen turned his head according to his memory, and found the small exhibition studio he remembered in the corner at the end of the street.

The floor-to-ceiling glass window was broken, and a thin figure knelt there.

Sadness, heartache, disbelief mixed with a trace of inexplicable anger.

He really wanted to grab his nerves and slam it on the ground—if that thing had a body.

Are you going to send me back to this post-breakup past?

"She should have continued to play the violin and become the best violinist." Representative Mary smiled and held her forehead, "But she also has business ambitions. I really can't hold her back, so I have to let her do what she wants to do." But her flower brand is already running very well, oh, she was the flower at Marshal Qin's family banquet last month—"

"Sorry." Jiang Chen interrupted her very impolitely, "I can't go to the dinner later, I have to go first."

An expression of extreme astonishment appeared on the old woman's face, "What?"

This is what Jiang Chen worked so hard to save. He pulled her best ally far away in England, and started to manage the people around her a few months in advance, just to propose to her naturally on a decent occasion today. transfer request.

Jiang Chen wanted to transfer his father's most trusted lieutenant back from other armies, and she was well aware of all these intentions.

The revival of the Jiang family is already an irresistible trend. In the next few years, this young man will surely recover the lost ground little by little, even better than his father.She doesn't mind being a favor, it's just that in any corner of the world, there is a clear price.Jiang Chen had to show enough sincerity.

"I really have to go." Jiang Chen said, already impatiently opened the door switch, looked at her apologetically, "You should be able to guess my purpose, I really need my father's The adjutant is back. Tonight's dinner will not be affected, you can relax with your old friends, by the way, if you don't mind, I hope to meet your talented daughter when I go back."

As he spoke, he hurriedly got out of the car, and closed the car door as slowly and gently as possible, but turned around and ran towards the end of the street the moment the car door was locked.

Suits and shirts are far less comfortable to run than military uniforms.

Jiang Chen unbuttoned the collar of his shirt while running, but just as he ran near the studio, he braked suddenly.

It was a scene that broke his heart.

He can still clearly remember the feeling of being crushed when he saw Qianwu kneeling among those paintings in a foreign country many years ago.

The child trade turmoil involved a lot. When the people of the empire were angry, public opinion would swallow up many innocent people who had nothing to do with it.The emerging artists who have just emerged this year and are gaining momentum are naturally the first to bear the brunt, not to mention, there are many schadenfreude behind it.

In the eyes of Jiang Chen, who is used to seeing the turmoil of the upper class, being smashed by angry fans is just a small fight.

But he knew it was not for Qianwu.

He moved half a step forward, allowing the scene in the studio to come into view, his black eyes dimmed.

Those are all Qianwu's masterpieces, many of them were drawn when he was a teenager, and he has never shown them to anyone.

He knelt among his broken works, his back was haggard.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath.

He was as heartbroken as back then, but he was also moved a little bit complicatedly.He knew that not long after that, Qianwu scolded those mobs who listened to the wind and rain in the media, and invited the police to intervene.This incident hurt him deeply, but it didn't seem to affect his career advancement.Around the end of this year, he started a world tour art exhibition, hired the best security system, and opened the signboard with great vigor.

Qianwu, who was kneeling on the ground, finally started to move. While wiping tears with his sleeves, he began to pick up the broken picture frames, carefully extracting works from them, and judged which ones could be salvaged.

Jiang Chen took a deep breath, took another deep breath, took two steps back, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number that had always been stored in his mobile phone.

Everything is exactly the same as before.

There were people coming and going in the bar, Qian Wu was sitting in front of the bar, lying on the table, with a row of empty wine glasses that hadn't been taken away yet.

He listened to Charles speak with drooping eyes.

Jiang Chen sat in the far corner and observed, from his perspective, he couldn't see Charles' face clearly, but he could see Qianwu's expression.

Mr. Commander, who came from across time, lightly raised his wine glass, but he didn't pour down the strong wine for a long time.

At that time, he endured so much that he almost collapsed.

How much he wanted to rush into that exhibition hall and hug his favorite person on the ground.

But if he is rational, it will only make him feel that losing face in front of his ex-boyfriend will not play any positive role at the moment when Qianwu is most collapsed and vigilant, it will only mess up the situation.

Charles was the only one who fit the occasion.

After a long time, Qianwu finally didn't raise his hand to order new wine.

He breathed softly and deeply, as if he was slowing down the alcohol, and finally propped himself up from the table, and accepted a few jokes from Charles with a smile on his face.

Jiang Chen was relieved.

After many years, after experiencing the same scene again, he still felt as nervous as if he had fought a tough battle.

He raised his wrist to look at the time.

10 minutes to twelve at night.After a while, Qian Wu will fall asleep lying on the bar, Charles will wake him up and take him back to the hotel, and Jiang Chen will rush back to the dinner to make up for it.

If I'm not mistaken, the Gate to the Past will probably end by then.After all, what the nerves promise is a gentle past, and there is no need to revisit the future.

Jiang Chen tapped his finger on the table anxiously, and after a while he made a decision and sent Charles a message.

Not far away, Charles lowered his head to see the phone, turned his head to look this way, Jiang Chen raised his hand to signal.

Then Charles lowered his head and said to Qianwu, who was half asleep, "Qian, I'm going to the bathroom, wait for me to call a car for you back to the hotel."

Qianwu didn't respond, he was already too drunk to be worth it.

After Charles left, Jiang Chen drank the spirits in the glass in one gulp, and then walked over.

Back then he didn't dare to approach him.

Looking closely at this moment, Qianwu was obviously in better condition then.Even though he has just experienced the first social beating in his life, he still exudes innocence and vitality, and even lost and drunk is a bit cute.

Jiang Chen's eyes fell on the half glass of spirits that he hadn't finished drinking at his fingertips, he picked it up silently, and drank it down.

"Let me do something that I wanted to be crazy but didn't dare to do." He lowered his eyes and whispered to himself, "This is the gentle past."

He gently approached Qianwu, smelling strongly of alcohol, I don't know if it was stronger on him or on Qianwu.But it was completely different from the interlacing of cups at the banquet, not only was it not boring, but it made him deeply attracted irresistibly.

He gently kissed Qianwu's eyes lying on his side.

"Cheer up." He whispered in his ear, "There are more beautiful tours coming soon."

Qianwu didn't wake up, his ears were a little itchy, he moved his head and gave a vague hum.

Sleepiness swept over.

Jiang Chen realized something was wrong, he hurriedly pulled away, returned to his seat in the corner and sat down.

Even though he was sitting there, he already had an irresistible desire to close his eyes and fall asleep.He tried his best to stay awake for the last time, saw Charles came back from the bathroom, patted Qianwu lightly, and finally let himself close his eyes.

It seemed like a very long night without dreams, and it seemed like I just closed my eyes for a moment.

Jiang Chenmeng opened his eyes, but found himself lying on the single bed in the cabin.It is the same as the scene in the tent of the previous instance. Above the line of sight is the upper bed with low pressure, which makes people feel narrow and depressing.

Suddenly footsteps came from the corridor outside, Jiang Chen suddenly turned over and sat up, and immediately walked to the next carriage.

——In the next car, Qian Wucai just sat up from the bed, frowning and looking at the floor of the car.

His expression was slightly displeased.

Jiang Chen paused, "You—"

Qian Wu looked up at him for a while, "Where did you go back?"

Jiang Shen paused slightly.What happened that year was his own secret, and he didn't intend to let Qianwu know.

The seasoned Mr. Commander sighed naturally, "It's ridiculous, when I was in elementary school."

"So early?" Qianwu was shocked, and looked Jiang Chen up and down, "Then you - didn't you transform -"

"Ah, yes." Jiang Chen said seriously, "Small and big again, just like playing."

"..." Qianwu was silent for a long time, "Needy enough to play."

"Where have you been?"

Qianwu thought for a moment, "England."

The person on the opposite side suddenly tensed up for a moment, Qianwu looked at him and sighed: "It's that trip, you won't forget it, right?"

"Ah." Jiang Chen relaxed again, and said, "Of course not."

Qian Wu nodded and didn't continue talking, but Jiang Chen suddenly frowned, "What day's schedule? The day I met Charles?"

"Yeah." Qianwu nodded.

"That day——" Jiang Chen frowned, and after a while he said, "If I remember correctly——"

Qianwu suddenly felt a little funny.

The guy opposite seemed to be more nervous and uncomfortable than himself, which made him feel a little guilty of gloating.

He held his chin and looked at Jiang Chen with a half-smile, and said after a while: "That's right."

Jiang Chen: "..."

Mr. Commander lost his expression, and raised his eyebrows after a long time and asked, "Timeline?"

"I remember, you finished your homework first, waited for me for a while, we watched the night scene at zero o'clock together, and then went to bed." Qianwu chatted with the same calm tone as the weather: "But at this time I have improved a lot in painting than before, so I finished the painting first, saving some time."

Jiang Chen: "..."

"What a wonderful night." Qian Wu shook his head with emotion, and finally spared him before watching the opposite person on the verge of mental breakdown, and said, "It's a pity that we came back too soon. The foreplay is too long."

"..."

Qianwu has never seen such a rich expression on Jiang Chen's face.

After a long time, Jiang Chen squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Thank you for the sense of ritual when I was young."

Qianwu collapsed from laughter on the spot, and collapsed backwards against the partition.Jiang Chen stared at him for a long time, and then raised the corners of his mouth somewhat helplessly.

"Okay." Jiang Chen looked away and said, "You can do whatever you want."

Qian Wu stopped laughing for a while, his black eyes were still smiling, and he stared at the opposite person calmly.

He lowered his voice and said, "But your belts are all untied."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, "I don't need to mention the details. How about saving some face for others?"

"I want to say." Qianwu retracted his gaze and looked at his fingers, "If the nerves are delayed for a while."

Jiang Chen suddenly froze for a moment, "A little later, will you?"

Qian Wu pondered for a long time, "It should be possible. I can't think of a reason why it won't."

"If it's just revisiting the past, why not keep the most exciting and beautiful appearance of the past." Qianwu said softly: "What's more, it's in the nerves. This is a world isolated from the outside world, why should I refuse to be with you ?”

Jiang Chen was stunned.

He stared deeply at the person opposite, as if he heard other meanings, but he couldn't make it sure.

Qian Wu didn't speak any more, he breathed lightly, as if he was still reminiscing about the past.

"I have to mention it." Qian Wu suddenly said, "You are indeed much stronger after joining the army than you were back then, and you still have to compare with others."

Jiang Chen: "...Thank you."

There were more and more footsteps in the corridor, and there were the whispers of Qu Ying and Zhong Liye.

"They are all back." Qianwu got up, "Go and see."

Qu Ying and Zhong Liye were standing at the door of Peng Peng, they stared at the door, speechless.

Qian Wu walked over and saw that Peng Peng was lying on the bed with instant noodles in his arms.

Qianwu: "..."

"How did you do it?" Zhong Liye frowned and pressed the bridge of his nose, "I put my phone in my pocket before going to sleep, but it still didn't exist when I woke up."

"Mobile phones are too extravagant. You are not allowed to use them in your nerves. And you are not sincere enough. When you go back to the past, your clothes have changed. What's the use of putting them in your pockets?" Peng Peng curled his lips, "I'm here At the last moment, I hugged these instant noodles and fell asleep, and I was still begging my nerves to let me take them away with the last sentence before going to bed."

"..."

Qu Ying asked: "Is there a place to put it?"

"It can be put in. The space in the lucky bag can hold a lot of things. I just tried it." Peng Peng said, "What's more, I have two lucky bags. It's a pity that I don't have eight hands."

"..."

"Actually, this is a good choice." Jiang Chen thoughtfully, "Next time we go to the Gate of the Past, everyone should bring back as much supplies as possible. Apart from food, maybe we need something else later, so it's not too much to choose Gadget belt, maybe the nerves will turn a blind eye."

Everyone nodded, but Qianwu didn't say a word, he reached into his trousers pocket and gently stroked the two small things inside.

In fact, he also brought something back with him.

He and Jiang Chen's pair of rings, when they were kissing, some nerves were wrongly bridged, and he stole the ring from the other party's finger by mistake.Because I didn't have time to hide it, I kept holding it in the palm of my hand with my own.

Accidentally brought it out.

"I want to eat instant noodles right now." Qu Ying sighed, "Can you give me a bowl? I went back to the past and have been cooking like crazy. My God, how could the business be so good that day! I didn't get a single bite to eat."

Peng Peng nodded readily, "Sure, which one of you wants more?"

"I won't eat." Zhong Liye didn't seem to be in a good condition, he rubbed the bridge of his nose and said, "I'll hurry up and rest for a while."

Jiang Chen said, "I want a bowl."

Qian Wu asked suspiciously: "Didn't you go back to elementary school? After all, you have experienced noon and didn't even eat the lunch box you brought at home?"

Jiang Chen paused, "That's just the amount for a child, is it enough?"

"...That's right."

There was boiling water in the carriage, and Jiang Chen sat at the small narrow table to eat the noodles after soaking them.Back then, the young master of the Jiang family was very picky, he was particular about the ingredients and the chef.But it's different now, he sits there with his long legs bent and eats the instant noodles, which is also delicious.

The family misfortune and the darkness in the barracks made a young master from a family really grow into a man who is not afraid of wind and frost.

Qianwu sat on the bed and watched him, and after a while, he silently took out the picture album from the lucky bag and opened it.

Jiang Chen glanced at him, and found that he was looking at the picture album, he didn't pay attention, and continued to eat noodles with his head down.

But Qianwu casually took out the pen he was carrying, turned over a page, and sketched lightly in the blank space.

Itchy hands.

I haven't had itchy hands for a long time, and I don't care about any inspiration, I just want to record this scene.

The shadow hit the man's side cheek, and the steam from the instant noodles surged up, blurring the man's brows and eyes, but making him look extremely vivid.

Jiang Chen was halfway through eating the noodles, when suddenly the sound of oars hitting the door came from outside.

"It's here!" The boatman shouted outside, "Are you back yet? Ready to land on the island!"

"So fast!" Peng Peng wailed, stuffing things into the lucky bag clatteringly, "Here we come! Wait for me!"

Jiang Chen seized the time to finish the last bit of noodles, put down the bowl, and said, "Let's go."

"En." Qianwu closed the album.

The sun is setting on the sea of ​​nerves.

An isolated island appeared not far away again. This time the island seemed to be much larger than the previous two times. When the boat docked, it was still an ancient small town.

Jiang Chen's boat was the first to arrive, and they waited on the shore for a while before the other two boats arrived.

"The number of people has shrunk again." Jiang Chen glanced at the players who disembarked, and said, "Including the five of us, there are only thirteen people."

"Maybe it's not over yet." Qianwu said.

However, at the moment when the last person disembarked from the third boat, suddenly dark clouds covered, the night spread out, there was a rumbling thunder, and the torrential rain fell head-on.

"..."

Everyone was caught off guard.

There is boundless darkness behind him, the gloomy sky seems to be full of fury, and the thunder will tear people apart.

The dense and heavy raindrops hit his body almost painful, and amidst the rumbling rain, Peng Peng shouted: "I'll go! What's going on!"

The tall man who just got off the boat also shouted: "What are you doing? Don't give us an umbrella!"

The torrential rain caused everyone's clothes to stick to their bodies, and Qianwu was almost blinded by the rain. He squinted his eyes and tried to observe his surroundings.

"There is a mission card!" A female player pointed not far away.

Not far away stood a piece of old wooden board, with bright red crooked writing slowly emerging.Under the torrential rain, a bolt of lightning flashed just in time for a glimpse.

[The third copy: Beyond Purgatory]

【Number of players: 13】

[Mission description: The time and space that was erected, the town that was cursed.This is a small town where purgatory and the human world coexist. Everyone in the town may be a devil. The devil supervises the human world. Every day, people trigger different death conditions and die.In addition to taking care of each other, players need to cooperate to prevent the death of four key NPCs. If the fourth NPC dies, the mission will fail and all members will die suddenly. 】

Everyone was silent for a while.

Peng Peng stared at the sign, "Okay, I understand, but which four NPCs? What are they called? What do they look like?"

The sign read crookedly: No Comments.

Everyone: "..."

The bright red writing on the sign suddenly disappeared, and when the next flash of lightning pierced the sky, a man suddenly walked in the distance.

"Is it the NPC who came to pick us up again?" Zhong Liye said softly, "According to experience, this person may be the BOSS."

Some players in the crowd hesitated and said, "But it sounds like this is a book without a big boss."

Qianwu didn't say a word, he watched the man walking in the distance through the rain curtain.

Tall and thin, with peach blossom eyes and charming features.He lowered his eyes and smiled lowly, even if he had never met him before, he could still feel that style.

The man stood calmly in front of the crowd, the gentleness between his brows suddenly disappeared, he raised his eyes and glanced at the crowd, not angry but with a hint of indescribable gloom, making people stand upside down.

"Hello." His voice was low and peaceful, "Is this the villager who just came to report?"

The crowd was silent.

"Come with me." He turned around proudly, "My name is Purgatory."

The author has something to say: The little nerve said quietly: Then I will be called the nerve son.

The little nerves rubbed the ground contemptuously again and again, don't wishful thinking in the past!