mayfly era

The woman stared at T's eyes, which were a pair of youthful eyes. Why would a child who escaped from a reform camp have such eyes?

She never believed in dispensable abstract nouns like fate and fate before, but today she suddenly felt that the encounter with this child was due to fate.

"T, hello, my name is Wen Liuzhi, and I am a plant food researcher. I may not be able to help you with anything, but I admire your courage to escape from the reform camp and live to this day," the woman paused, "Marshal Wen and I are indeed brothers and sisters, but I have already broken with him because of our father. He gave him the last chance, but his father still chose to hurt him."

The woman went on to say, "I understand him, but I can't support him. I must let my father sleep peacefully on the other side. He is my hero."

"Then why didn't you personally bury him?" T asked.

The woman smiled lightly, "I have no way to leave here now."

"Why?" T asked.

"The cultivation experiment has not been successful, and the researchers cannot leave the laboratory," the woman said.

T looked out, and there were continuous broad-leaved forests, and there were all kinds of fruits hidden among the leaves, shining brightly. He asked, "Isn't this considered a success?"

The woman smiled, held a round remote control in her raised hand, and pressed it.

In an instant, all the broad-leaved trees were quickly squashed and folded into a flat picture scroll, and then disappeared.This place is actually white and bare, with only small floating houses. After the rain forest disappeared, T realized that there are so many small houses here.

Their shells are still quietly playing three-dimensional video.

He didn't expect that the rainforest that was so real that he could even smell the wet earth was fake.

The woman slowly stood up from the table. At the same time, T heard a sound of mechanical starting. Following the sound, he found that the woman had a metal prosthetic leg. She walked out of the room shaking a little, and T hurriedly followed her.

"Actually, my nursery is here."

When the woman walked to the center, she waved her hand, and the top covers of those small rooms were all opened.

A large number of green seedlings are neatly arranged in each small house, and the roots are slowly swaying in the slightly yellowish nutrient solution, and are marked with serial numbers one by one. T's eyes widened. He saw many kinds of plants that he had never seen before. There were no ornamental flowers and plants here, but all kinds of cereal plants and tuber plants.

"This..." T was surprised and didn't know what to say.

"It's just me and my plants, so I can't leave," the woman said. "Glass Tower No. 17 is my laboratory."

"I heard that here is..."

"Yes, it was, but I bought it and spent all my savings."

"You do this by yourself?" T restrained his eyes from looking at the woman's prosthetic leg, "It must be very hard."

The woman snorted coldly, "What's the point of a life without hard work?"

T shook his head, he remembered the old man's "self-satisfaction" theory, he said helplessly, "You are really like your father."

"He said the same about me," the woman looked at the green leaves of the plant with tenderness in her eyes, and her eyes trembled slightly with the leaves, "He said that sooner or later I would also betray my relatives."

"He's too much," T said.

"So the first thing I do when I get out of here, I'm going to blow his head off." The woman raised her fist.

"I wish you success as soon as possible." T said, he thought that the person who exposed his identity to Wen Liuzhi was not Marshal Wen, after all his head was still intact.

Who is that?He knew everything about his identity, but exuded a familiar and kind atmosphere.

The woman brought t to the bottom of No.17 glass tower, she took out a familiar small imitation leather bag from a built-in compartment, and handed it to t.

"Should be enough," the woman said.

"I'll send you the page through the channel." T said, swallowing the word "tombstone".

"Okay, thank you, there's a button there, tap it and you can go out." The woman nodded, then turned around, and walked towards another elevator with her body shaking.

She doesn't seem to have fully adapted to her prosthetic limbs, and she walks with a bit of softness and softness—but I think she doesn't like her softness, she looks like a very strong and fierce woman.

T left the No.17 glass tower in the way the woman said, and he found that it was another door, leading to a completely different street. Looking back, there was only one spire left in the glass tower.

T suddenly felt a burst of exhaustion. Today's experience made his emotions fluctuate continuously, and his body was also shaken. At this moment, his legs were shaking. He walked to a wall and sat down, wanting to rest for a while.

"Are you begging at such a young age?" A voice came from above his head.

T squinted his sore eyes and looked up. A metal spot flashed across his retina and landed on the ground with a "ding dong". Two or three quick meals are no small change as alms.

"Go get some food and get yourself a warehouse job," the voice said with compassion.

T's tired brain couldn't even distinguish whether it was a female or a male voice, but he still struggled to get up and grabbed the metal coin, caught up with a person in a few steps, and slapped the money on the person's chest, making a crisp sound ring.

It turned out that the metal coin happened to hit the idol on the man's neck. It was a pure white statue of a goddess. I saw that many residents of the slums would wear this small idol. I didn't expect a rich man to wear it too. .

"Excuse me sir, I don't beg, I have a job." T whispered.

The man was a little surprised, the metal coin fell into his palm, he sincerely apologized, "I'm sorry, I insulted you, I'm sorry, I wish you all the best."

"Sir, what kind of god is this?" T pointed to the statue on the man's chest and asked.

The man was not annoyed by T's rashness, he still said gently, "This is the goddess of humanity."

"Where is her church?" T asked again.

"Church?" The man smiled and shook his head, "There is no church, it is a secular body, and the goddess does not miss it."

T nodded to show his understanding, and didn't speak any more.

The man nodded politely at him, then left holding the metal coin.

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Kujira loves her new lab because the lounge area has a lovely heart-shaped back sofa, plush beige plush rugs, and a faux-bio fish tank with an animatronic creature that isn't yet on the market.

The prosthetic engineering laboratory and treatment room are quickly connected through the circular cabin, which can take care of the patient's emotions to the greatest extent.Before, in order to save space, the laboratory and the treatment room were built together. Kujira often complained to the counter-revolution that she was a doctor after all.

The smoking gun sent Kujira to the hatchway, and confirmed to Kujira again, "Is there really no problem? Why is he shaking so much?"

"Don't worry, can I not tell you something?" Kujira patted the chest of the pipe with the back of his hand.

"When did he tremble like this..." Smoker said with a frown.

"I know you're distressed," Kujira said bluntly, "but if I say it's okay, it's okay. Have a good sleep in the 'cocoon bed', and I'll play some children's animations for him."

Smoker sighed, and he looked tired too.

"You go to bed early, too." After finishing speaking, Kujira stepped onto the conveyor belt in the cabin, and waved his hands without looking back.

Smoker sent Kujira away and returned to the treatment room.

The "cocoon bed" in Kujira's mouth is like a pod, a covered treatment bed, mostly used for spiritual comfort and emotional therapy.The bed is a special fluid material which is said to be very comfortable.Inside the lid of the pod is an electronic canvas that plays video and music.

He tapped the lid of the pod lightly, and the voice inside came out clearly.

"Didn't sleep." Chen Li's voice was weak, but clear.

"How does it feel?" asked Smoker.

"I'm watching The Adventures of Little Snowman." Chen Li said.

"...does it look good?"

"It's not bad, it's the first time I've watched this kind of video," Chen Li said, "It's very childish."

Smoker couldn't laugh or cry, "This is a cartoon for children."

Chen Li was silent, wondering if he was concentrating on watching cartoons.

Smoker hangs his arms on the bed cover, presses his face against the cold cover silently, blinks his tired eyes, the amber eyes are like the streamer of good wine under the cover of long eyelashes.

"What's wrong?" came the voice again.

"It's okay." Smoker said a little sullenly.

"It's okay, you hug the bed and sigh." Chen Li said.

"I want to hug you, but it's not impossible to hug you."

"Go back and rest." Chen Li said.

"I'm going on a business trip tomorrow...I don't trust you." The smoker was full of distress.

"Where?"

"Go and bring the uncle back, he seems to have encountered some troubles, and the traffic is also problematic," the smoker murmured, "The crow took the shaman boy to the oasis, and the boss has a lot of troubles there, Pige can't leave even in the snow Open, left and right can only let me go."

"Go."

Smoker doesn't know how to express his worries correctly. He hasn't been on a business trip for a long time. Even if he works separately from Chen Li, he has never been in such a situation. Chen Li is still lying on the treatment bed, and his life and death are about to start. journey of.

"Go quickly," Chen Li said after a pause, "Go quickly and come back quickly."

"I don't want to go, I don't trust you." Smoker whispered angrily.

"Nonsense, what can I do? If something really happens to the uncle, you will regret it." Chen Li reprimanded.

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"Go early and come back early, I'll wait for you." There were two slapping sounds from inside the bed cover.

"It turns out that this is how it feels to be concerned... No wonder the brothers are reluctant to go on missions after they have families." Smoker restlessly rubbed his forehead against the cold top of the cocoon bed.

"Don't think so much, go back quickly, you make me so noisy that I can't concentrate on watching the little snowman." Chen Li said calmly.

"Let me stay with you for one night and leave tomorrow morning." Smoker said in a begging tone.

"okay."

Yan Qiang sat down beside the cocoon bed, he couldn't see Chen Li's appearance, but he gradually felt relieved.

Because they have been walking between life and death all year round, they all have a certain premonition of the crisis, and he faintly felt it.But he can only choose to believe, believe in himself, believe in Chen Li.

The era of mayflies predicted by General Chen Ming has arrived. It seems that nothing has changed, and it seems that everything has changed.Chen Yue and him are both sandstones forced to fall in the torrent, but Chen Yue's piece is bigger.Time keeps flowing forward, and every next second is unknown.

Smoker whispered to himself, "What to do, I'm getting scared now..."

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Forgot to mention...it was changed to update at nine o'clock