mayfly era

Heavy snowfall.

Her name is also Daxue.

Central City hadn't seen such a heavy snowfall in many, many years. She stretched out her hand to catch the biggest piece of snow in front of her, which was as big as her palm.

In the palm of her hot hand, the snowflakes gradually melted from the corners to the center, leaving only a small puddle of water with a rusty smell.

Fan Ge looked at the girl in front of him who he brought up with his own hands, fluffy curly hair like a lion cub covered with crystal snow flakes, looking at Feng Xue with naive and fierce eyes.

He taught her to drive, he taught her to survive, he taught her not to forget about hatred - but he forgot to teach her tolerance.

"Boss," Daxue's voice was hoarse, and his voice was not as loud as before, "I don't admit my mistake."

Counter-reform nodded, "Understood."

"Am I wrong?" she asked, the corners of her mouth pulled back tightly, her expression stubborn.

"Daxue, I can allow you to make all the mistakes, except for one," counter-revolutionary Shen said, "I will not allow you to hurt each other."

"But I will be happy in this way." Daxue said.

"...Leave Central City and never come back."

These words made Daxue's eyes turn red, and she strangled her neck hard to suppress her trembling voice, "You don't want to see me again."

"There's a car there, if you drive it away, the weather won't stop you." Fan Ge said softly.

Daxue shook his head.

Fan Ge sighed, "Daxue, why? Why didn't you tell me? Why did you do this?"

"Because I don't want to hear you say I'm wrong, let me give up."

Daxue raised his frozen fingers and rubbed the tight corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to be more free and easy, "I took revenge on him not only because he is the son of that woman...but also because I can't see him, why can he get it?" So much, as if he was born to be the protagonist of this world."

She raised her head abruptly, "Boss, why do you say so?"

"Everyone's destiny is different," Fange said lightly, "everyone's suffering is also different."

Daxue's face was full of pain, "I feel like I stayed in that day and couldn't go out anymore. They held hands and were so fucking happy when they left... It was also snowing that day, what a fucking dog. Why don't you teach I forget? I can't forget, this is my cancer."

"You won't understand me..." Daxue smiled wryly, "You all can't understand."

Counter-reform shook his head, "Son, I actually understand better than you think."

"I don't admit my mistake." Daxue repeated this sentence stubbornly.

"You are wrong, I taught you not to judge innocent people."

"Sins are made by man and are tools of man. Why can't I condemn him?" Daxue said.

Fan Ge frowned slightly, "Exaggerated words."

"You're taking sides with him." Daxue's expression became even more painful.

"I have sided with all of you," the counter-revolutionary's voice became a little difficult, "Actually, I am the same as you."

The sound of the wind became louder and louder, the snow flakes were like sharp knives flying obliquely, the heavy snow kept shaking in the wind and snow, her lips moved, but no sound came out.

Fan Ge looked at her, and slowly raised his hand. The black car not far away sensed the gesture, and automatically backed up, rubbing the heavy snow and stopping.

That was the car he had prepared for the heavy snow.

"Let's go," he said.

Daxue shook his head, "I have nowhere to go, I already have no home."

"You don't want to leave, and you don't want to admit your mistakes."

"Yes." Daxue's eyes were stubborn to the extreme, like a fierce but childish little beast.

"I can't keep you, this is the rule we made together."

Reverse closed his eyes in pain, and when he opened them again, he took out a small plastic strip with blue light from his pocket, and handed it to Daxue, "You still have a choice."

"Is he dead?" Daxue took the plastic strip and rubbed it repeatedly in the palm of her hand. It was half full of energy liquid, and the driver's delicate hand made her feel the weight inside shake.

"He probably won't die," Fan Ge said.

"What the hell?" Daxue snorted.

The car was attached to Daxue's side, and the cold metal shell was beaten by the wind and snow to make a series of sonorous music.

She can jump right now into the car, which is the closest love of her life.

She can quickly evacuate with her lover in seconds, and then disappear without a trace.

"Boss, remember to tell him my story." Daxue laughed, showing sharp white teeth.

Counter-revolution said, "Okay."

Daxue bit the energy bomb between his teeth and made a "click".

"Bam—"

The blue-white flashes that erupted from the energy bomb expanded rapidly, enveloping her upper body.

The snowflakes were lifted and rolled up by the explosion, and flew into the pale sky.

But in the end it will fall to the ground, and it will return to dust.

"He died in heavy snow." He died on a snowy day.

Chen Li rolled over from the platform bed, his extreme weakness almost made him fall to his knees on the ground.

The smoking gun supported him, and he pushed away, struggling to rush to the window. The smoking gun did not block him, and protected him from behind to ensure that he would not fall again.

The window was violently opened, and the wind and snow poured in instantly. Kujira pulled off his coat silently, and protected the delicate and fragile parts of the instrument in his arms.

Chen Li leaned half his body out of the window, looking at the pitch-black snowy sky, muttering to himself, "It turns out...it's already dark..."

The snowflakes flying in the air made him feel dizzy, his chaotic brain only had dull perception at the moment, without any emotional fluctuations, even after learning of Daxue's death, his heart was still numb.

But as he felt the coldness of the outside world was so penetrating, his emotions gradually began to recover.

Smoker let him stand by the window for a long time before persuading him softly, "Chen Li, come back."

Chen Li retracted his body, closed the window, and said to the smoking gun, "Bring me a piece of clothing."

The smoking gun said "OK" and turned to go out.

"It seems that you are almost fine, get out." Kujira said coldly, shaking the snow on his body.

"Bring me a box of painkillers." Chen Li said.

Kujira raised his eyebrows, "Aren't you always very capable?"

"That's pretending."

Kujira unconsciously made a swallowing movement. Her eyes moved away from Chen Yue and looked out of the window. The night wind blew snowflakes and knocked on the window sill. She walked over to close the window and opened the silent film.

The two stood by the window, Kujira was very petite, only reaching Chen Yue's shoulders, she raised her hand and touched the window, even though there was a constant temperature system, the part closest to the outside world was still sacrificed to the cold.

"Daxue died, the boss said...he took care of it." Kujira's voice became very soft, "He must be very sad, so he couldn't help telling me about it."

"Ah."

"I'm different from Daxue, and I'm different from you. The boss has been supporting me to study in Central City, but never asked me to do anything... Even if I'm so depraved, he never disliked me." Kujira explain.

"You said this because you are afraid that you will resent him because of Daxue." Chen Li said, his tone seemed to be sighed.

Kujira ignored Chen Li's words, but continued on his own, "Do you think the crow can forgive the old me?"

"You have to ask her."

Kujira pursed her red lips, "I won't ask, I dare not."

"She is very kind, you don't need to worry." Chen Li said, seeing his reflection in the window, his face was pale, and the bones protruding from his shoulders were like jagged rocks.

He knew that one day his body would not be able to keep up with the evolution of his brain.That would be very dangerous, he had to learn to love himself, lest he accidentally become a sinner of the world.

"How do you know about Daxue..." Kujira's voice was still soft, as if afraid of disturbing something.

"I guessed it." Chen Li said, he was telling the truth, he unconsciously accepted a lot of fragmented information in his drowsiness, and his brain automatically deduced this result for him.

"It's strange. Although I don't like you, I always feel at ease standing next to you." Kujira randomly drew some vertical lines of different lengths on the window.

"Because I have the responsibility to protect you, Miss Whale."

"Don't call me that." Kujira was displeased.

At this moment, the smoking gun came back, hugging the clothes and the space blanket, he muttered, "Master Hei's clothes smell like medicine powder, and we have never seen him be so hardworking and dedicated before."

"It's not that he doesn't work hard, it's that he doesn't have the talent to be a doctor." Kujira regained his sharp teeth and sharp mouth.

"Come on baby, let's go home." Smoker said to Chen Li with a smile.

"Disgusting, get out!" Kujira cursed.

Chen Li voluntarily enjoyed Yan Qiang's dressing service, and finally Yan Qiang picked him up, but he did not refuse, and found a comfortable position to lean against Yan Qiang's arms.

"Why do people have long legs?" Chen Li nestled in the arms of the pipe, and said lazily.

The smoking gun swallowed the yellow accent on his lips, and rubbed Chen Li's black hair with his lips with a smile.

"Shen?" Chen Li asked.

"When you get so thin, you don't need to unlock the door to enter, and any door can be squeezed through." Smoker said his heartache to himself.

"You wait, I'll take your last name if you don't train to [-] catties."

"Sooner or later, your surname will be...hiss—" Smoker was hit by a hammer, and a handful of little stars jumped in front of his eyes.

"Old Yan, I remembered, I've seen her before." Chen Li said.

The governor's two car doors opened like wings, the bong put Chen Yue in, leveled the seat, and finally started the engine. After doing all this, he asked, "Who?"

"Daxue, I have seen her before when I was a child," Chen Li said slowly, "Chen Ming's project died, and she went to her home to give condolences, and there was only one little girl in that home."

Smoker opened his mouth, but said nothing.

"I sneaked in to take a look, and was almost punished to death by Chen Ming... I only remember being punished, and I forgot how she was when she was a child."

Chen Yue was lying in the dark depths of the car, and the neon lights passing by outside the car window left colorful shadows on his body.

"You should pay her back." The smoking gun pointed to his face.

Chen Yue blankly followed the instructions of the smoking gun to touch it, and a dull tingling pain surfaced on his skin.

"Who did it?" asked the smoking gun.

"Old man."

"Fuck."

"... His mother is almost a hundred years old."

"Forget it."

"……Um."

Chen Li knew what the smoking gun was referring to.

He closed his eyes and told himself, forget it, you didn't do that much wrong, and she wasn't that pitiful.

Even if you have done a lot wrong, she is very pitiful, but stop torturing yourself meaninglessly.

Because it doesn't make sense.With current technology, death cannot happen, and time cannot be reversed.

Soothing pure music sounded in the car, and the sound from more than 200 years ago traveled through time and space to soothe their tired nerves.

Time is something that can be broken from zero to one, but what about from one to zero?

Chen Li didn't know, he was not a scientist.