Sudden by a hologram

In the dark cave, the lights are bright as if it were daytime, and the sound of the machine passing by the eardrum like a carousel, doing research on maintaining the light in the dark, busyness is the norm here.

Li Jiang reported: "Cheng Beimo forcibly shut down the Dragon Core game."

"En." Xiao Quanfeng responded, as expected.

Li Jiang continued to report: "That person has entered the Lost City, according to the predetermined plan."

"Understood." Xiao Quanfeng continued to respond, seeing that Li Jiang still had something to say, he asked, "Anything else?"

Li Jiang nodded, "Yes, sir, the federation said that Zhu oath died in the line of duty, and the new team leader may take over in the near future."

"is there any news?"

"Say someone we all know."

Xiao Quanfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, then opened them again, as if he had already guessed, "No hindrance, the plan will continue."

"Yes."

No one can stop you from becoming a maker of gods.

......

Pei Jiuji was originally engaged in scientific research because he didn't want to take over the chores of the family group. Now that the college is on vacation, it is absolutely impossible to find him to come back to take charge, so Cheng Beimo was targeted.

Recently, when Pei Jiuji saw Cheng Beimo, it was getting later and later. Pei Moye handed over a lot of business documents to him, and he had a plan to cultivate the next generation of successors.

Regarding this, Pei Jiuji came to a conclusion after looking at the messy astronomical figures on Cheng Beimo's screen one night, "From now on, I will be in charge of making money, and you will be in charge of managing it."

Cheng Beimo stopped Pei Jiuji's soft waist, and laughed twice, "Then, how much does President Pei pay for finance?"

Pei Jiuji thought about it for a long time, "It's a little less than what the city lord opened for the second head of the lost city."

"Why a little bit less." A financial manager was very dissatisfied, and boldly pinched a piece of soft flesh on the CEO's waist. This CEO's whole body was only a little fat growing on his waist, and he was pinched in pain.

After being stared at with red eyes, Cheng Beimo withdrew his hand and said flatly, "The program is out of order."

Pei Jiuji stood up from the sofa, "Finance, remember to deduct salary from finance." He said, planning to pour a glass of water, and casually pointed at Cheng Beimo's display screen.

After Pei Jiuji left, Cheng Beimo realized that what he was pointing to was indeed a calculation error. It turned out that the reason why the CEO deducted the salary was not because he took the opportunity to eat the CEO's tofu, but because he had made a mistake in his work.

Pei Jiuji, the young president of Pei Ke Group, is not really incapable of management, but really lazy.

......

It has been a whole week since I came back from Shacheng, the weather that was warming up suddenly dropped, and it became extremely cold. There was a small hillside in the shade of the Lost City, a new tomb was so brand new, and the two figures were just like the first time I saw it.

Ling Zhengxuan was buried in the desert, and Cheng Beimo and Pei Jiuji made him a quiet residence in the hidden mountains and forests of Lost City.

Kowtowing and standing up, in this most godless technological era, they would rather believe in burning golden paper money, and the wind blew gently, responding to the echo.

I know that everything is just psychological comfort, but, I still want to ask you,

If you can hear, Master, we are coming to see you.

Pei Jiuji once firmly believed that holographic particles were not weapons, so when they were used as weapons, he escaped for three full years.

When the lost boy decided to come back, there was an elder who was waiting for him on the way home.

Guy was injured, and Pei Jiuji was forced to worship as a teacher. He always thought that he was a middle-aged man who blocked the entrance of the college every day, made fun of him, and was not doing business. Unexpectedly, Ling Zhengxuan was a good teacher.

Ling Zhengxuan gave Pei Jiuji the more precise technology for controlling holographic particles, which shattered his fear of holographic particles.

"Obviously you are also a person who loves to escape, why do you want me to have the courage to face the evil in the world." Pei Jiuji chuckled desolately.

It was precisely because of the fear in Ling Zhengxuan's heart that he didn't dare to face that he had the determination to stand in the light when he entrusted Pei Jiuji to resist the darkness.

Ling Zhengxuan never regretted taking Pei Jiuji as his apprentice, and Pei Jiuji never regretted worshiping Ling Zhengxuan as his master.

Behind the light is the support of darkness, but whether the sparks ignited by the yellow paper in the sky can also ignite the eager hope.

Pei Jiuji stared at the gloomy and cold mountain forest, lit the fire to bring gradually blazing heat, laughed again, the fire of karma burned away the sins, and the apprentice bid farewell for the last time, worthy of the teacher's kindness, "Master, I will make even a tiny The kindling is also worthy of the light that someone sacrificed his life to snatch from the darkness."

That shoulder that has always been thin, always delusional to carry a moat that is heavier than this green mountain, Cheng Beimo heard his soft but strong voice, and his heart ached.

I really want to turn around, hold him in my arms, and not let go.

The ground was too cold, Cheng Beimo got up first, and when he supported Pei Jiuji, he obviously felt his body shaking, but no more tears flowed out.

"He has the grace to educate you, and the grace to save my life." Cheng Beimo said, his voice hoarse because he stayed in the cold environment for too long.

What kind of person dies is the most heartbreaking. A person who has been hurt by the darkness is still willing to step into the darkness to snatch the light.

What kind of person is determined is the most distressing, a person who hides the darkness, and fights against the darkness again for the light.

Cheng Beimo hugged Pei Jiuji tightly in his arms. At that moment, all the losses made sense, and the broken heart was put together again, and finally stayed in this quiet and pure place.

Pei Jiuji seldom heard Cheng Beimo talk about his past, but he seemed to know him very well, and he knew all the thoughts of his escape for three years.

Pausing in An Ran's arms for a moment, Pei Jiuji opened his mouth, did not ask the question, and let him hold him until the tears on his cheeks dried before being led away by him.

Cheng Beimo, "You've already set a time, haven't you?"

Pei Jiuji, "Yes."

"wait for me."

At that time, Pei Jiuji didn't know why Cheng Beimo said, wait for him.

After driving out from the back mountain, they didn't go home or go back to the main hall. Cheng Beimo said that he found a delicious baked pork and wanted to take Pei Jiuji to taste it.

Who entered the Lost City and what kind of shops opened are all under the control of Cheng Beimo. He said that he found a delicious Bazirou, but Pei Jiuji didn't believe it. He must have found the most authentic Bazirou shop owner in Pengcheng. , Come to the Lost City.

In fact, this is indeed the case. The most authentic shops of this kind of characteristic local snacks are not opened on the main city street. They have continued the craftsmanship of several generations and also continued the original place of origin.

This restaurant is located in a remote alley in the south of Lost City. Surprisingly, this alley is only remote, but a road is unobstructed. It was not until they turned into an alley that Cheng Beimo stopped the car and walked for three minutes. Minutes, accurately find the store.

The store is not big, but it is full of people. There may be nearby residents who just have a lunch, or there may be big bosses who came all the way with their suits on, or there may be Lost City lords and second-in-commands. Everyone just comes to have a meal. It's not bad to eat the meat, don't care about the fireworks in the world, go through the fiery atmosphere, and get a dusty atmosphere.

A pot full of ingredients was cooked at the entrance of the store, and the thick brown soup was covered with a layer of oily flowers. The hot dry firewood kept burning, and the smell of meat and vegetables wafted through the streets and alleys.

Cheng Beimo ordered a large bowl with ease, and the shopkeeper waved a large spoon, scooped up a large piece of good pork belly from a pot of stew, lean lean meat sandwiched white meat, layered layer upon layer and moderately fat and lean.

Then the shopkeeper picked up day lily, kelp and dried tofu, cut them open one by one, and finally poured a spoonful of soup on top, then remembered something, picked up another tiger skin egg, and pressed it into a bowl.

Seeing that the saliva was about to flow down, Pei Jiuji wiped the corners of his mouth in a very useless manner, and asked, "How do you know that I like eating tiger skin eggs?"

This sentence was not about the owner who added the eggs at the end, but was obviously about Cheng Beimo. It turned out that his meticulous design had been seen through long ago, but Cheng Beimo was disappointed for a long time.

The moment of loss in the mouth of the meat, it dissipated along with the smell of the meat melting in the mouth.

Although wearing disguise glasses, the two of them still found a hidden corner. The two of them hardly talked during the meal, and it was better than the boss next door who was bragging about signing another ten million contract.

The chopsticks collided against the side of the bowl, anxiously shoveling the rice soaked in sauce, along with meat and vegetables, into the stomach, not paying attention to the "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh".

After Cheng Beimo pinched a grain of rice from the corner of Pei Jiuji's mouth, Pei Jiuji realized that he had gone out of order just now.

Cheng Beimo really couldn't compete with Pei Jiuji. The 20-year-old boy already ate too much, so he had to buy another spare rib, deboned it and cut it into small pieces with chopsticks, stuffing it into Pei Jiuji's rice bowl.

Recently, I have been too sad and thought too much, and I seldom fall asleep peacefully, let alone sit down and eat a meal. Basically, I have been hungry for seven days and have eaten for the first time.

After Pei Jiuji put down the bowl and chopsticks, he drank another large bowl of noodle soup to suppress the greasy oil, rubbed his obviously swollen belly with great satisfaction, and looked at Cheng Beimo with a slight smile.

If there is anything more precious than sunshine, it is the smile he shows when he has no reservations. At that moment, it is as if all the flowers withered and all things worship, facing the only light that radiates hope.

Pei Jiuji smiled, nothing was worth it.

Cheng Beimo felt his chest stagnate, stretched out his hand, stroked his fluffy hair that had finally regained his spirit, and said in the softest voice, "Go home."

"Yeah." Pei Jiuji answered him.

As if none of this had happened, it was just a pair of ordinary lovers, when they went out to look for food at noon one day, they accidentally found a delicious pickle meat on the corner of the street, now they are full, it’s time to go home, that’s all .

On the way home, the well-fed body is full of energy, the sun is shining on the body, and the warmth of the tightly held palms alternates, overflowing with sweet and greasy steam.

"Bei Mo." Quickly walking to the front of the car, he suddenly wanted to talk about an interesting story he heard from the neighbor next door while chatting in the yard two days ago, so he called him.

"What's wrong?" Cheng Beimo asked indifferently.

"That day..." Pei Jiuji only said the beginning of a sentence, and his subordinates suddenly paused and became empty.

He just looked up, and before he opened the door, he watched the person who was supporting him just now fell straight down.

"Bei Mo!" A call that was never heard again.