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Warm but three seconds.

The little beggar twitched a few times and woke up from his sleep. He looked helplessly at the blushing two people for a while, and then began to cry without warning.

A child of this age is the cutest in the world when he smiles; once he changes his face, his crying sounds like an alarm bell, and the special penetrating power wakes up the sleeping residents in the restaurant.After everyone opened their eyes, anxiety spread like a tide.

This anxiety is not the same as last night - the guest room manager looked normal at that time, saying that this accident will pass soon, dancing as it is, dancing as it is, everything will be OK.

Now that the night has passed, the entire Sunshine Hotel shows no sign of being OK.

The electricity will probably not come on for a while.The sound of birds and insects stopped outside the window, and the sound of the roar and the friction of the airflow from the propeller of the airplane overhead intensified. From time to time, a tree branch that was shaken hit the glass of the half-drawn curtain with a "slap" and fell rapidly.

Yu Hanguang opened a short section of curtains, and saw [S] on the billboard of [Shell] on the building outside the window, [S] was blown up or something, only the lonely [Hell] remained.

hell, hell.

He shuddered.

The little beggar moved even worse, hugging Wei Bo's calf like a driftwood. His nose and tears had already stuck to Wei Bo's pants, and he was still muttering. His pitiful appearance also brought out sporadic sobs from some residents. Voice.

"What did he say?" Yu Hanguang suppressed the sadness and panic in his heart, reached into his pocket to take out the translator, but found nothing.

Wei Bo carefully distinguished the child's whimpering voice: "It should be something like fear, I don't know where my brother and mother are... I want to go home and find my mother..."

Yu Hanguang understood the word "mama".

He remembered that when he was a child, he often cried in the kindergarten because he didn't have a real mother, and when he saw the little beggar's ragged clothes, his chest felt uncomfortable and his nose became sore: "Oh! Such a small child has such a psychological shadow. Mr. Wei, What do you think you are doing here so well?"

"Because of me... Dad," Wei Bo said with a half-dark eyes, and suddenly smiled wryly, "I originally came here to work, but I just wanted to..."

Want to escape, want to redeem, want to be free.

He is ashamed, ashamed of the cowardice entangled in his heart.

"But now, I gradually understand why my father doesn't want to mention his life here." He couldn't speak, so he could only breathe out, "Every turmoil can bring a chance to make a fortune, but this opportunity is established On top of bloodshed and death. In this world, if the heart is not hardened and numb, it is impossible to live at all. The only ones who can cry are probably only children."

Numb people, because their lives have fallen into the abyss, are willing to suffer; sensitive people, because they still have innocent illusions, ask for it.

He has seen too many of these two types of people in Udon, and he doesn't know which one is more painful and pitiful.

"Hand still hurts?" Wei Bo asked seeing Yu Hanguang still staring at him in a daze.

Yu Hanguang shook his head.

His hands didn't hurt, but his heart was tired—he suddenly had doubts about his work, no, his career.

The game that I have worked hard for a long time seems to have lost its value.

Before coming here, he discussed with Meng Ai and others the reason for the poor data of Wudun - the high ARPU value, but the low DAU penetration rate, indicating that the player structure is deformed and highly concentrated among wealthy users.

After seeing everything that happened with his own eyes, he was pressed on his head and knew the cruel other side of this world.

Games can bring love, excitement, comfort, and even anesthesia to relieve pain. The dopamine they form in the brain is irreplaceable, and their great emotional value makes them different from other Internet products.

But how the protagonist in the game grows and evolves, how to kill and kill, all these are illusions; because only the growth and healing of the player is the essence of the game.

Only at this moment did he realize that facing powerless ordinary people, facing small but specific pains, no game can heal, no game can do anything.

"Teacher Wei, Yu!" Gas entered this chaotic place at some point, with a huge backpack hanging on his shoulder.

Yu Hanguang came back to his senses, and raised his bandaged palm at him: "Gas, thanks."

"You are welcome, you are my honored guests." Gas took off his shoulders, took out some gauze and chocolates, and shook a bottle of foreign wine, "Remember to change your medicine. You can also drink a little, you will feel relaxed and comfortable .”

Wei Bo peeled a piece of chocolate for the crying little beggar, finally stopped the child's crying, and said to Gas: "It's rare that you still think about us at this moment."

Life is not easy, you need to stay sane, but at some point, you need a bottle of wine and a friend who can bring it to you.

"It's a coup d'état, it's not serious." Gas clicked on the news on his phone, and showed them the video he had cached.

Yu Hanguang had just listened to some foreigners chatting in a few restaurants, and at this moment he roughly scanned the English on the news, and roughly understood the ins and outs - Udun's opposition|opposition has always been active, starting the day before yesterday, one after another in the There have been a number of small-scale attacks around the city of Comur.At first the security situation was unclear, but fortunately, it was gradually suppressed by the government|government|military|army this morning.

His hanging heart was relieved, but the sound of the car bomb exploding on the screen still made people shudder.

Gass looked serious: "Although it's not serious, I still suggest you contact the embassy and act like a baby."

"...acting like a baby?" Yu Hanguang was full of question marks, "Why are you acting like a baby?"

Then he secretly glanced at Wei Bo affectionately.

That's right, since I came to Wudun, my life has been full of sparks and lightning, and now I am about to stage a "love in the city" where life and death are uncertain, and I have no chance to exchange my heart with my boyfriend.

Wei Bo thought for a long time before he couldn't laugh or cry: "Was, what you said...is it 'evacuation of overseas Chinese'?"

Yu Hanguang: "..."

After all, the clingy little love was paid by mistake.

Gas did not know what to say: "You go back to your country right now - Comur City is very unsafe now, and the slums next to it are already dead."

As he spoke, he dragged the progress bar of the news video and showed it to the two of them.

Yu Hanguang didn't take it seriously at first, but after browsing for a while, his uninjured hand suddenly grabbed Wei Bo's arm trembling.

"What's wrong?" Seeing his pale face and cold sweat on his forehead, Wei Bo was a little worried.

Yu Hanguang sucked his nose twice, and said in a stuttering manner, "No...it's okay."

How could it be okay.

He saw a corpse on the screen, and a fleeting memory flashed in front of his eyes.

The news video is the first-hand information collected by war reporters, and the conflict and bloodshed are multiplied in the camera.The slums he passed by a few days ago have long been razed to ruins. The fruit stalls and bakeries no longer exist. Only the half-blown black signboards are left on the ground, like tombstones commemorating war crimes.The trees were also blown up and down, and people were lying or lying on the side of the road. Blood and muddy water were mixed, intertwined into a terrifying dark red.

Yu Hanguang saw a small corpse in the large area of ​​dark red.He took a screenshot and zoomed in with two fingers to identify it carefully.

The face of the corpse was buried in black ash, but he still remembered the clothes.

——[love&peace] with threads coming out.

In the past, his perception of "death" was limited to his biological mother who died young, and Shi Niansan, the owner of an advertising company with evil intentions.Now that he was really waiting for a huge death to come, he opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

It's as if the word "death" is inherently fiery and avoided because it burns lips and hearts.

Fear or reverence for life, accident or voluntary death, wronged or well-deserved death—although he was a little sad, he understood.

But only this time, his rationality was defeated.

Why would death refuse to let this child go?He didn't want to die, he didn't know why he died, but he had to die.

Seeing that Gas had already taken the "treasure" in his backpack to appease the other residents, Wei Bo let Yu Hanguang hold his hand, knelt down beside him, and then unscrewed the wine bottle: "Would you like some?"

Yu Hanguang didn't even think about it, he took a big mouthful of red eyes, and the mixed feelings were finally washed away by the alcohol.

Wei Bo said seriously: "Honey, what are you doing today..."

"Don't move, just stay here for a while." Yu Hanguang was chilled all over, ignoring the pain that started to ache again, he took Wei Bo's arm with both hands, and hid in his arms like a deer that just escaped from a hunter's gun .

Wei Bo did not speak any more, but tightened his arms, and quietly stroked Yu Hanguang's hair under the strange eyes of some people around him.

Yu Hanguang heard the clear and vivid pulse beating on Wei Bo's arm, and closed his eyelids:

"Just stay like this for a while."

The lights in the Sunshine Hotel restaurant were turned on again, three days later.

During this period, Gas sent all kinds of food and drinks, and even got the very scarce amoxicillin tablets for Yu Hanguang to reduce inflammation.Therefore, apart from Yu Hanguang having a low-grade fever, the two spent 72 hours in peace without even losing a hair.

Although black ash still floats on both sides of the road from time to time, and there is still a trace of burning smell in the air; but the dead branches and rotten leaves in the new city have been cleaned up, and the bright sunshine is shining on the streets, dispelling the dense clouds overhead. cloudy.

The Sunshine Hotel has returned to its former bustle, and there is a new little beggar at the door of Gas's bar.

There is no difference between the wild smoke and the clear green. Everything seems to be the same.

Perhaps war and death are too common and too painful. Human beings have already acquired the instinct to quickly forget this kind of pain during the long evolutionary years.

At this moment, Yu Hanguang temporarily put all the pain behind him.Holding the boat ticket in hand, he stood in the rest area of ​​the artificial lake, among a group of cooing pigeons and sparrows on the ground, looking at his sweetheart approaching.

There is a huge artificial lake scenic spot in the new urban area of ​​Comur City. It is said that the operator has been to famous scenic spots in China to learn from it more than ten years ago, even Yuhu Lake.After returning to China, the operator built landscape piers in several suitable locations, added dozens of cruise ships of different sizes, and sold tickets in a decent manner.

"All done?" he asked.

Wei Bo showed a rare lightness, his originally high nose bridge became lively, and he pretended to sigh: "Well, from today onwards, I will be unemployed. Mr. Yu, what should I do? Can I still find a job?"

After reuniting with his lover, he put into practice the idea that had been in his mind for a long time. As soon as communication and transportation in the city resumed, he went to send a resignation email to the company.

Wei Bo's sexual orientation and his adventures with his ex-boyfriend have long been rumored in the company, and his colleagues are going crazy, so the person in charge of the company is afraid that there will be trouble again, so he stamped the resignation certificate without doing anything to keep him. chapter.

"The frequency of your resignation is too high, once a year. The current enterprises don't like such applicants." Yu Hanguang beamed at him and raised the ticket in his hand, "I think you, why don't you go to Mr. Yu's place?" Take a boat, go home with your Mr. Yu, and be a good cook with peace of mind."

The two of them didn't choose, they boarded a small white boat for two people nearby, and pedaled to the middle of the lake in one go.

The busyness and leisure of life maintains a law of conservation. After the reunion of old dreams and the raging flames of war, in the past two weeks, Yu Hanguang felt that the days of eating and waiting to die were extremely relaxed.

——Considering safety issues, Mr. Sharif canceled the trip; Meng Ai and Zou Haiyao learned from the news that the situation in Wudun was unclear, and they also told him to put his work on hold and return home quickly.

Since joining the company, he has never seemed to be as relaxed as he is now.

From easy to luxurious.

Once the burden on their shoulders was lifted, it was meaningless to stay here, so Yu Hanguang and Wei Bo bought plane tickets to return home two weeks later.

The two didn't go to the suburbs to see the world-renowned ancient city ruins and temples. Instead, they worked on the gas at the Sunshine Bar every day, grinding soybean milk and growing leeks, and lived a sense of happiness that "you carry water and I water the garden".

Even today, I chose to go boating on the artificial lake to commemorate the last day in Udon under the suggestion of Gas.

Only through the ups and downs will you understand that the most precious is ordinary.

The scenery of the artificial lake is actually nothing to see. The scenery of lakes and mountains in Yizhou is thousands of times more beautiful than here.On the contrary, a few small white sails are quite interesting, dotted in every corner of the lake like white doves, and reflected in Wei Bo's eyes.

Yu Hanguang used his uninjured hand to help Wei Bo brush away the shattered hair on his forehead, which was blown by the wind, and bumped into his amber eyes, and was immediately hit by beauty.

Wei Bo's eyebrows and eyes are very beautiful, a rare kind of deep, not only not aggressive, but tender.

"It happened suddenly, and your sea research can only end." Wei Bo interrupted his nympho, "What do you think next?"

This is the teacher Wei he is familiar with, and he still has the habit of chatting about work in his spare time.

Some vague thoughts sprouted in Yu Hanguang's mind, but he was a little depressed, so he didn't want to talk about it at this moment.His finger still stopped in front of Wei Bo: "I haven't thought about it yet, I have to go through this step before I can think about the next step."

Wei Bo held his wounded hand behind his back, and lightly stroked the newly grown scar in the center of his palm: "Mr. Yu, why don't you come back to Lingshui with me."

He narrowed his pupils slightly, and said softly, "I also want to go through this step and take you home to meet my mother."

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Xiaowei, stand up and take Xiaoyu home to show to mom~

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Thank you [Mandarin Duck Pot Lynn], [I don’t recite this pot anyway] (Hey, why do my readers have the word "pot" in their names) two lovely comments on the plot, bow~