mayfly era

This plain "good" exploded in Chen Yue's mind like a thunderbolt. He sat up abruptly, and in an instant he realized that there were so many... as many as the drops of water brought up by a giant whale when it floated out of the sea.

Uncountable.

Unspeakable.

The silent greatness grows infinitely, and every silent link is a statement of greatness.

He realized it, but he couldn't use the existing language to describe it for himself. He could only store it in his brain and then forcefully transcode it bit by bit.

This feeling is too weird and wonderful - consciousness is ahead of its own language.

That's like getting nothing.

But at the same time, he saw that the maze in his mind was gradually disappearing with the awakening of new consciousness-he must have solved something.

But what did he solve?

If it was in the past, he might ask Min Zhe for advice, but Min Zhe is not a witness of these things, she is just an observer of Chen Ming's past experiences.

Min Zhe is not necessarily accurate, nor safe, he thought, he must find the answers by himself in the future, seeking help from others will only bring danger, maybe he can ask Chen Ming in his memory for help...

What interrupted his thoughts was the action of Yan Qiang pulling him into his arms, and then Yan Qiang slapped his butt a few times, Chen Li was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out of his sockets.

"Who borrowed your guts?"

"Wake up faster for me, or do you want to die?"

The tone and eyes are more fierce than the other, as if two king beasts are looking at each other dangerously and rudely, the air is about to be blown apart by invisible coercion.

But soon he couldn't help but laugh again.

"Let go of me." Chen Li said.

"Admit your mistake." Yan Qiang said so, but the corners of his eyes and brows were full of tenderness.

"Fuck off."

"Does it still hurt? Face." The pipe carefully touched it with its knuckles, and the redness and swelling have all subsided, leaving only criss-crossing blue and purple bruises, like some kind of ancient totem, all over Chen Yue's face.

"You care about your face."

"That's not it, what a handsome face." Smoker said with a smile.

"...You haven't seen Chen Ming. She is very beautiful. She is beautiful and ruthless. She always makes many people sad." After Chen Li said this, he felt a little unbelievable.

"Actually, you like her very much, too," said Smoker.

"She never hugged me, not even once, what's the use of liking her, she hates me." Chen Li buried his face on the shoulder of the smoking gun.

"I like you. I can be your father, mother, and boyfriend."

"Take advantage of me, take advantage of me... or take advantage of me."

"Just take what you want."

"Sleep for a while," Chen Li stretched out his hand to cover Smoker's eyes, "It's as red as if I dumped you, you cried for three days and three nights."

"If you want to dump me, I won't just cry for three days and three nights. I can cry until you kneel down and beg me to withdraw my supernatural powers." Smoker said with a smile.

"You put it that way, I suddenly want to try it." Chen Li said.

Smoker suddenly stopped laughing.

Chen Li reached out and poked the corner of his mouth, his tone was like a hooligan molesting a hooligan, "Ouch, are you ready to cry?"

"No kidding, I'm going out to sleep, you lie flat, don't always lie on the wound." Yan Qiang got up and placed Chen Li squarely in the middle of the bed. Lying uneven.

Chen Li let out a "hmm" and closed his eyes obediently.

The smoking gun bent down and kissed him, then raised his hand to extinguish the night light, left the back room, and closed the door of the back room behind his back.

He walked to the familiar sofa, and brushed the prohibited weapons piled on the sofa to the floor. The floor was covered with a thick imitation black cashmere carpet, and it was also cushioned with a sound insulation layer—his boss Chen didn't like heavy objects falling on the ground. I don't like the sound, I install the silent system wherever I can, and I am a particular person.

Smoker took off his shirt, and lay naked on the sofa with his upper body naked. His muscles were tightly tangled together, unable to relax for a long time.

He was tired and his scalp was tingling, but he wasn't sleepy at all.

It was already noon outside, and the snow had stopped.The whole of Central City seemed to be wrapped in a mass of mud.

Countless cleaning robots are working diligently on the streets, after all, they don't care about hourly wages and cold.

"Buzzing buzzing—", an annoying mechanical noise.

The muting system of the bong extending its arm to open the window.

"Buzz buzz..." Why the fuck is it still ringing?

The smoker came back to his senses, and found that the mobile phone under his waist was vibrating frantically, so he took it out with his backhand.

Voice private connection of rc's internal public channels.

"When will I retire?" Smoker whispered to himself.

He got up from the sofa, walked to the small door in the back room, opened the dusty control panel by the door, pressed the mute shield, and then said, "Speak, Needle."

Acerola is a young sniper. Young does not mean age, but seniority. Acerola is 33 years old this year.

"Old Yan, help me sleep a little bit at night?" Needle Ye's voice was so loud that it could suffocate people across the channel.

When Conifer spoke, the bong canceled the mute, and he was always afraid that Chen Li would call him that he would not be able to hear him.

Smoker pressed the mute button again before speaking, "No help, I'm on sick leave."

"My daughter..." Needle Leaf hesitated for a while before saying, "My daughter seems to be getting along with some brat on Bar Street. It's been several months, and she only comes home in the early hours of the morning. I have to go to the bar to block them tonight."

"I'm fucking your ancestor, your daughter is only thirteen this year!"

"I don't know how to take care of a child, and my mother doesn't want a child...I...but I also want to take care of her, but I don't know how to do anything, and I'm just a sucker." Needle leaves muttered on the other end keep complaining.

Smoker sighed, "Zhenye, I can't replace you when my hand is broken. I'll go to the bar where your daughter is at. I'll go and pick it up for her at night."

"Okay... okay, you take care of her, you take care of her for me." Needle Leaf moaned in a rough smoking voice.

"Even a girl can't control you, Bai Chang is over 30 years old." Smoker cursed.

"It's grown white, it's really grown white, my mother didn't expect the little girl to be so difficult to manage, she is floating in the sea—"

Smoker didn't want to say more, hung up the channel, threw the phone into the sofa, and then threw himself into it.

He closed his eyes and rested his mind for more than half an hour, and vaguely heard Chen Li calling him from the back room.

He struggled to get up, opened the inner door, poked his head in, "here."

"Bring me some clothes..." Chen Li's voice was hoarse and nasal.

Smoker walked to Chen Li's big wardrobe - he had wanted to visit Boss Chen's wardrobe for a long time, and wanted to see how much capacity could support Chen Li's daily dressing needs.

But he groped the smooth cabinet door from top to bottom and couldn't find the latch.

"Look at the red dot above." Chen Li said helplessly.

Yan Qiang looked up as he said, the red dots flashed into blue dots, and the cabinet door was lifted immediately, Yan Qiang couldn't help laughing, "Boss Chen, I'm so afraid that others will steal your clothes."

"I have other things hidden."

The smoker took a quick look around, and took out a black and gray rag pieced together like a big teddy bear coat. He said with a smile, "This one looks very warm, you must wear it. cute."

"ugly."

"Ugly, do you still buy it?"

"...There is something called an environmentally friendly new style."

"What do you mean?"

"It's gimmicks, creativity, and the attitude of whether you like to buy or not."

"Well, I don't understand."

In the end, Chen Li commanded the smoking gun to get himself a soft suede shoulder dress with insulation layer inside, which combined fashion and function.

Chen Li was dressed like a model for the home edition of a fashion magazine, leaning lazily on the head of the bed, his voice was soft and comfortable when he just woke up, "What time will we go."

Smoker froze for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You lied to me?"

"No, I heard it." Chen Li pointed to his ear.

"Boss Chen, the mute system in your home is broken. You can afford to repair it without buying two clothes."

"I'll go with you." Chen Li didn't answer.

"I can handle the lost girl by myself."

"I want to drink."

"I'll beat you." Smoker threatened, raising a fist.

Chen Li frowned, "Old Yan, you are not authentic, your morals are depraved, and you..."

"Insane," he casually picked up the pipe, and immediately had self-doubt on his face, "what am I playing with you, oh, I'll be back after a while, you're good to lie down at home."

"I can't lie down," Chen Li said after a pause, "It hurts and itches, why don't you let me go for a walk."

Smoker was silent for a while, "Chen Li, it's okay even if you don't show up."

No one is a fool, especially if they are so familiar that they are even like one person, and they can quickly see through each other's thoughts.

"Come here." Chen Li raised his chin towards the bong.

Smoker walked over to him and sat down.

"Two things, the boss has sacrificed a lot in order to gain the old man's complete trust. The old man is a sensitive and suspicious person. My appearance at this time is a sign of loyalty to him. It is the counter-reform who forced me to show up. I have not been tortured. You can go out the next day... Do you understand what I mean?" Chen Li said calmly.

Smoker nodded solemnly.

"The second thing is what I just thought of." Chen Li put his hand on the thigh of the pipe, rubbing it. Because of his calm face, the pipe didn't realize that he was being taken advantage of, "Zhu Qingyuan, he is a A member of the 'Balance' system, since he has a personal grudge against me, so I guess he should be sent to track down the counter-revolutionaries."

"'Balance' system?" Smoker frowned, "This is the first time I've heard of it."

"It should also be a part of G, the dark grid." Chen Li continued, "So the boss's troubles are not only in front of him, but there are more things secretly staring at him, and also staring at us."

Smoker pondered for a while, "It's getting more and more troublesome."

"will not."

"why?"

"Because of me." Chen Li smiled, his eyes were still as dark as before, but something changed in them.

The smoking gun stared at Chen Li for a long time, touched Chen Li's cheek, and said in a low voice, "My favorite line in the God's scriptures is, 'The gods are born of misfortune, destruction, catastrophe, and people's criticism. and deceit', I used to think it was cool to say that, it turns out..."

His voice trembled slightly, "It turned out that it was such a cruel thing."