Higher Human Advancement Regulations

There are actually many attributes that can be matched with the number five, such as five colors, five flavors, five grains, five directions, etc. But in retrospect, the things each of them have may perfectly match with other things.

In order to confirm his conjecture, Shengkai turned his eyes away from Wen Renxiao, sat down again, and asked Zhuang Han:

"Have you ever thought about the meaning of what each of us has?"

Zhuang Han is a smart person, and according to the previous experience of clearing the level with her, she should know more theories than Blossoming.

"Thinking about it, but not sure."

Zhuang Han paused for a moment before saying again:

"Did you see that little turntable in the room?"

Blossom nodded and said:

"Same as the secret room in the body painting exhibition, there are also five colors."

Zhuang Han frowned and said:

"It's not the same. Although there are also five colors, the one in the body painting exhibition is more about the color, but here, the color is just a group."

Another group.

Each of them wears a mask of a different color, even in the same color family, with different shades, light and dark saturation, and each mask is truly unique.

But the grouping has already been done on the turntable outside the secret room, and Shenghua prefers that the turntable has other functions.

Bloom thought for a while and said:

"I think the function of the turntable is not to group, but to tell us other information."

Speaking of this, Zhuang Han also understood that Shengkai just wanted to send a message. She looked at the companions who entered the secret room with them in the distance, and said:

"Don't we call them?"

Shengkai narrowed her eyes, gave a soft "tsk", and said:

"The two of us are not in the same group. It's okay to tell our teammates separately when the time comes. As for the other two groups..."

Shengkai watched Wen Renxiao walk halfway in this direction, and was dragged away by Shu He on the way, and added a sentence with great taste:

"Love someone."

Zhuang Han understood, turned his head and smiled for a while, then sat upright and said:

"There are five colors on the turntable, so let's start with the numbers. As far as I know, there is a systematic view of the ancient earth that is widely used. It is an understanding of the formation and interaction of all things in the world..."

There was a glimmer of light in the eyes of the two, and they said almost in unison:

"Five elements."

That's right, the five elements.

Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, Earth.

The five colors on the turntable are:

Orange, green, blue, red, brown.

Blooming straightened up, excitedly said:

"It can be matched."

"If it's just like this, it's actually a bit far-fetched. What really makes me sure is this."

Zhuang Han straightened his arms, only to see a doll's tattoo near the wrist bone, and she said after blooming to see clearly:

"In the photo is a ceramic doll."

Sheng's heart moved:

"ceramics?"

"Ceramic craftsmanship has been handed down for a long time, almost throughout human history.

Its materials are pottery clay and porcelain clay, and to put it bluntly, it is made of clay with different textures. "

Shenghua suddenly glanced at Zhuang Han's light brown mask, and said:

"Your attribute is earth."

If this conjecture is true, they can easily reverse it.

In the first group, Mu Li and Shao Ziyu are ice sculptures and candles, which are obviously a combination of water and fire; Wen Renxiao’s group is flowers and hourglasses, plants belong to wood, and sand belongs to soil; the blooming pocket watch is Metal products, Nie Zheng's book is about trees; and finally Yan Sichao's syringe...

Zhuang Han:

"There is liquid in Yan Sichao's syringe."

That's right.

suddenly see the light.

Their grouping is not randomly generated, but is divided into various attributes in the five elements.

But why is only his pocket watch not turned into a tattoo?

Shenghua put her hand into her clothes, rubbed her pocket watch lightly a few times, and said:

"There is one more thing."

Zhuang Han raised his eyes to signal him to say.

"These items seem to be related to time."

Ice sculptures will melt and candles will go out, given enough time...

No, maybe it takes very little time in some specific cases.

For Shengkai and Nie Zheng, one is a chronograph pocket watch, and the other is a book telling the time. This reminder was almost directly placed in front of them.

And Shuhe's hourglass is also a timekeeping tool, but Wen Renxiao's flowers have little to do with time. If you insist on counting, it can only be that time will cause the flowers to wither.

The remaining ceramic dolls and syringes seem to have nothing to do with the concept of time.

Time passed slowly to the sound of music.

The background sound in the ballroom changed many songs, and finally a waltz was replaced, and the bright lights became ambiguous. People in twos and threes were looking for their dance partners in the crowd, and the hosts of this dance—Mulli and Shao Ziyu didn't know where he went.

Shenghua drank the last sip of wine, put the glass back on the plate, and then stood up.

Zhuang Han asked:

"where are you going?"

Shengkai is not very good at drinking, but he can't control his mouth, Zhuang Han accidentally let him drink up a bottle.

At this time, his whole face was flushed with alcohol, and although his steps were unsteady, he walked in a straight line.

After hearing Zhuang Han's words, Shengkai turned around and smiled brightly:

"Picking flowers."

Wen Ren Xiaoan sat quietly on the soft chair, his quiet eyes didn't fall on a certain point, but just floated aimlessly on many phantoms.

The people around me come and go, and they are all unfamiliar faces.

Of course, everyone is strange.

In his memory, this was the first time he had come to this inexplicable place. After the voice that called himself Tianmu read out the regulations, he felt more and more weird that this place was not like the world.

Wenren Xiao's green pupils swept across the crowd, and everyone couldn't help avoiding this cool gaze, and he was also happy, went to the dining table to get a glass of champagne, and when he turned around, bumped into Arrived alone.

The two of them covered the place where they collided and took a step back.

Wen Renxiao raised his head, and saw that strange young man who had kissed him before was looking at him with a smile on his face, as if something terribly happy happened to him.

His eyebrows jumped, and he said in a deep voice:

"Is something wrong?"

The young man's voice was a little hoarse, probably because he had just drank a lot of wine, the two of them were very close, and Wen Renxiao even smelled the intoxicating aroma of wine coming from him.

youth said:

"Have."

The waltz was replaced by Nocturne in E major, just as a beam of parallel spotlights in the distance hit Blooming's face, making his pupils darker, like a bottomless abyss.

He bent slightly, and stretched out his hand towards Wen Renxiao:

"May I ask you to dance, handsome man?"

The piano music flows slowly, and every note seems to be dyed with the temperature of the sun, making it look warm and hot.

Wen Renxiao just looked at the blooming like this, neither responding nor rejecting, until the sound of the piano suddenly became aroused, and the continuous notes hit the hearts of the two of them one by one.

It's been a long time.

Wen Renxiao put Blooming's hand on this sudden but hard to calm down mood, and said with a gentle smile:

"My pleasure."

As if in order to cater to the mood of the two, the gentle music has entered a new slope. Every movement and every turn of the two on the dance floor seems to be engraved in this surging music.

The light follows the dance steps of the two, like the unique moonlight.

The side of Wen Renxiao wearing the mask happened to be the side where the flowers turned into patterns, and the patterns were faintly visible, hidden in his blue pupils, making it hard to see clearly.

Shenghua broke free gently, and touched Wen Renxiao's eye with one hand.

Wen Renxiao subconsciously hid back, but when he saw the blooming face, he hesitated for a moment, and finally closed his eyes gently.

He heard Blooming's slightly joyful voice say:

"What kind of flower is that in your eyes?"

Wen Renxiao said:

"Epiphyllum."

He couldn't see Blooming's expression, but he could feel that the other party seemed very happy. The young man was silent for a moment before smiling softly and saying:

"It's great, I also have a flower in my eye."

Wen Renxiao opened his eyes, and saw his own reflection in the pupils blooming.

He heard himself ask:

"What flower?"

"My rose."

Shenghua smiled, and stroked Wen Renxiao's face again. This delicate face was covered by a mask, which was a bit of an eyesore. Perhaps because of drunkenness, Shenghua pressed the edge of the mask and exerted a little force—the next second Suddenly, the eyes of the two of them went dark, and there was a gust of wind in their ears, as if it came from the seaside, or from the depths of memory.

After a moment of feeling that the world was upside down, the two opened their eyes again and found that there was no one around them.

And the scene has changed several times, from a ballroom to a bedroom.

Shengkai was a little dazed, and staggered up from Wen Renxiao, looked at the layout of the room, then turned around and asked:

"This is……

your room? "

In the darkness just now, the evil wind almost tore Shengkai away from Wen Renxiao's side. Fortunately, Wen Renxiao gave him a hand, otherwise he might have fallen into the sea to feed the fish by now.

Wen Renxiao didn't answer hastily, he took a few steps to open the closet and took a look, before confirming:

"mine."

"Why are we back again?"

Shengkai frowned and walked to the door, and found that no matter whether the door lock was on or off, he couldn't open the door and go out.

Could it be the reason why he tried to unmask Wen Renxiao?

Wen Renxiao calmly sat down beside the bed and said:

"Maybe the audit has started."

Shengkai thought about the scene just now, maybe they need to go back to their respective rooms during the review, but at that time he was hugging Wen Renxiao, and Wen Renxiao also helped, so there was such a commotion .

I don't know if it will affect the review.

But it's useless to think about it now, Shengkai sighed, sat down next to Wen Renxiao, and waited for Tianmu to announce the task.

Wen Renxiao was originally sitting on a one-person sofa, but Shengkai deliberately squeezed it over, and the sofa let out an overwhelmed groan.

Wen Renxiao originally wanted to walk away, but was grabbed by Shengkai, and said shamelessly:

"Don't go."

The man frowned and looked over, and was about to speak, but was preempted by Shengkai:

"Aren't you asking who I am?"

Wen Renxiao:

"Who are you."

"My name is Blooming, the blooming flower."

Sheng Kai smiled, put his face under Wen Renxiao's eyelids, and said, "Come on, call me Sheng Sheng."

Wen Renxiao looked down at him and remained silent.

It was night, and they had just returned to the room without turning on the lights. Fortunately, the moonlight was like silver, allowing the two to see each other's expressions.

"Brother Xiao."

As if drunk again, blooming against Wen Renxiao's body, eyes hazy with drunkenness.

He tilted his head and affectionately called his Brother Xiao, the undying affection and indescribable attachment were all in this look.

Wen Renxiao's heart felt hot when he was watched, and he still didn't understand where the palpitations came from, so he could only lower his eyes to look at him silently, and the moonlight painted Wen Renxiao's eyelashes on the side of his blooming face through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The mask covered half of the blooming face, and the remaining half of the face was dyed a lot of beautiful red because of drunkenness.

Blooming is already good-looking, but there is a sense of laziness in his bones. At this time, his whole body is lying softly on Wen Renxiao's body, and the contact between skin and skin is like a prairie fire.

"Brother Xiao, Brother Xiao."

Shengkai murmured his name repeatedly, and finally said, "I love you."

For some reason, Wen Renxiao caught a trace of grievance in this confession.

He held his blooming face in both hands, trying to get closer to see the appearance of this little rascal, but just as he lowered his head, his lips were covered.

Wen Renxiao struggled instinctively - he actually doesn't like to touch people at close range, everyone has a safe distance from strangers, and Wen Renxiao is no exception.

But the person in front of him clearly stepped into his self-defended territory again and again, but he moved the hand on Shenghua's shoulder, but he was unwilling to push him away.

In a daze, Sheng Kai pried open his lips and teeth, and licked him inside and out.

Wen Renxiao managed to find his voice from the gap:

"you……"

"Shh."

Blossoming blinked quickly, a layer of watery light rippled out of the eyes, almost illuminating the entire room, and Wen Renxiao saw his own reflection again in this charming layer of watery light.

The two of them leaned on each other with lips and teeth, and in this quiet and dark space after a long time, they tasted a bit of spring in the world in March.

He was drunk, and he seemed to forget to take a breath during the kiss. After a long while, he suddenly felt dizzy, so he acted like a baby and buried himself in Wen Renxiao's chest, and did not move anymore.

Wen Renxiao waited for a long time, but he didn't see Shengkai move, so he thought he was asleep.

He first patted Shenghua's face lightly, then hesitated for a while, then circled his hands, picked up Shenghua and planned to put it on the bed.

But suddenly I heard Blossom say:

"Brother Xiao, let me tell you a story."

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sweet.

Sweet text players never admit defeat.

And Wenren really has a double surname, hahaha, otherwise Brother Xiao's father would be of the same generation as him.