mayfly era

He walked out of the tavern, opened the car door and jumped in while leaning on the side frame. Before he could sit still, he heard a voice, "Hold on tight."

"Are you following me, or are you caring about me?" Fan Ge said to the uninvited passenger in the car.

Song Guang looked at him quietly, "It's all."

"Look for me?" Fan Ge asked.

"It's okay, let's talk."

Fan Ge seemed to be extremely tired, collapsed on the car seat without any image, slid the seat to the back row where Song Guang was, looked up at Song Guang, and asked softly, "Call me? Too risky? Too arbitrary? After all, you said to keep my focus, am I too drifting lately?"

"I only said a few words, and you can interpret so much." Song Guang retorted lightly.

Fan Ge twitched the corner of his mouth, "I'm a little uneasy, and those who are uneasy tend to hear more meaning behind the words."

"Untie the clothes, I'll help you."

"This is the design of the clothes. This year, bullet-proof clothing is popular."

Song Guang frowned slightly, "You are so disturbed, you are starting to talk nonsense."

Fan Ge was stunned for a moment, then he shook his head with a smile, pulled out the hem of his clothes, and unbuttoned his blood-stained thin shirt, revealing his strong chest.

"Rebellion, have you heard of 'balance'?" Song Guang said.

"Ah."

"I got a little piece of it, maybe a better way."

"Xiao Guang, the purpose of the 'scale' is only to balance," Fan Ge paused and said, "They think the world is very good and balanced now, what do you think?"

"Do you think the ruler you selected is the best, so you won't make mistakes?" Song Guang's flat tone revealed sternness.

"If I'm wrong, I'll apologize with death." Fan Ge said with a smile.

Song Guang pressed the medicinal cloth firmly on Fan Ge's bleeding wound, Fan Ge flinched in pain.

"I don't care what the world has become," Song Guang put the blood-sucking cloth into the disposal bucket, "but I don't want to hear people scold you, not even a word."

Fange laughed "hummingly", half in pain, "What are you talking about... scolding me is light, I am such a scum."

"It's true." Song Guang said.

"You're welcome."

"I've said it all, that's the only thing I'm dissatisfied with you."

"He's fine now, and he's only going to be better, stronger and happier in the future."

"Cy and Lao Yan look like they were carved out of the same mold. They have a bad temper, strong abilities, and tough personalities, but in fact, you also know that Lao Yan is very stable and won't do outrageous things." Song Guang said .

"Yes, Lao Yan is like you, but Chen Li is more like me." Fan Ge said with a smile.

"You still don't plan to tell me, what is Cy's background?"

"He is my chosen leader, and if I die, he will finish everything."

"He is very impulsive, and his heart is in chaos." Song Guang said bluntly.

Fan Ge laughed, "So I need Lao Yan to stabilize him."

Song Guang turned his head to look at Fan Ge, "You should be held accountable for part of his chaos."

Fan Ge smiled and raised his hand as a sign of surrender, "Just let me go, I'm wrong."

"I know you have reasons."

"I'll tell you, but not now." Counter-Revolution did not deny it.

"I don't want to care about your love life, but I always have to care about it, such as wishing Qingyuan, you have no plans yet?"

"The man who often came to see him was surnamed Lu, and he was Lu Feiyu's illegitimate son." Fan Ge said as he twisted out a set of unopened cigarette liners from the car box, took a look at the taste and stuffed them back, muttering, "I bought this What the hell, cinnamon banana."

"Lu Feiyu and Cong Shanqin have a good relationship, and they can be called a gangster, so he can come out of the second round so quickly. I wish Qingyuan and the illegitimate son of the second bureau chief to get closer. What do you think?" Song Guang took the box of cinnamon bananas Robbed.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Fan Ge stroked his hair back casually, and smiled suavely, "Don't talk so elegantly, what does it mean to get close... He can do whatever he wants, and he can't make any waves."

"That's because he didn't want to expose it. Haven't you heard his story? It's so easy for a 16-year-old to win 'roulette'."

"Those games played by big families," Fan Ge took a puff of smoke, "it's not worth mentioning in our world."

"Rebellion, do you really despise him, or do you want me to relax with him." Song Guang's words always hit the nail on the head.

"It's not...he confessed to me." Counter-Ge touched the medicine cloth on his chest, and the healing medicine was slightly hot under the synthetic fibers. He said slowly, "I wish Qingyuan is not in danger, he has already been imprisoned." Surrender."

Song Guang suddenly laughed, what a rare thing to make him laugh, "Could it be that you promised to be faithful to him in the future?"

Fan Ge suddenly realized, "Is there another trick?"

"Scumbag."

Counter-reform shrugged, "This title is no longer lethal to me."

"...human beings."

Fange laughed after hearing this, "Xiaoguang, you don't have to invent a new word just to scold me!"

"I'm not scolding you, I'm just describing you."

The counter-revolutionaries had no choice but to admit defeat.

"Have you read today's social news?" Song Guang turned on the computer in the car and called up the news page.

"No, but I know there's going to be a new wave soon and it's going to be exciting."

Song Guang stopped talking, turned his head and looked out the car window, there was a crowd of people, how many of them would care about who will rule the future world.

Probably no one.

As the anti-revolutionary said, the struggle between Marshal Wen and Cong Shanqin continues to be staged on major social media platforms.

After Cong Shanqin's "I am also the people" hit the headlines, Marshal Wen quickly hit back. He listed Cong Shanqin's income and expenses in the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs over the years, and asked, "Which people have seen so much money in their accounts."

Cong Shanqin claimed that this was military expenditure, and Wen Xingzhi was using information errors to confuse the public.

The confrontation between the two parties is like a series of dramas, you come and go, you fight with each other, and you don't give in to each other.

During this period, there were two demonstrations in the central city to protest the "ban on paper and fire". The second time, when the angry people took to the streets, they were interrupted by a sudden earthquake.

The market for cheap paper cigarettes was most severely impacted by the "ban on paper and fire".

Gritting his teeth, he bought two packs and killed more than half of them in two days. He could only continue to gnash his teeth for the next two days.

Chen Li said: "It deserves it, who told you to stuff strange things into my cigarette every day."

"How can anyone not like cocoa?" Smoker scratched his head.

"I don't like it." Chen Li said with a straight face.

"You're a weirdo."

Chen Li hadn't been to the bar for nearly a week, and the account was shocking. The manager happily changed into a new hairstyle - a blue and silver afro.

The band at the street corner of the bar uniformly dyed red hair, screaming their new work "Song of Paper Cigarettes" crazily.

Regarding the matter of Marshal Cong's banquet, the counter-reformer, based on the principle of "one reveals one, one hides" and the wounded stand behind, arranged for the smoking gun to stay behind Chen Li to go out on missions, for which the smoking gun has been nagging all day.

"You are like a grandma with seventeen children," Chen Li said.

"You're more worrying than seventeen kids!" said Smoker.

"You don't take advantage of me."

"You didn't treat me badly."

The two were admiring the smog in the bar while bickering. No one knows how long this worldly peace can last.

On the road of gradually becoming a mayfly, people are not precarious, but are living more and more in the present.

The society suffers from chronic diseases and is deteriorating every moment. People who are instigated by the times, why not have a drink today and sleep well at night.