mayfly era

When Chen Yue woke up again, he felt as if he was floating on a pot of boiling chili soup, or synthetic capsaicin, the kind that made people's mouth hurt after eating.

"Yo, open your eyes."

"After all... I don't want you to be a widow." Chen Yue felt that his throat was on fire, and when he opened his mouth, smoke billowed out.

"I thought you were going to grab meat from me."

Chen Li reacted, and sat up suddenly, he knew where the smoke came from, he pointed at the bong and cursed, "Get out of here!"

The smoking gun actually used his small induction cooker to grill meat, and there was a layer of resin board, the thawed meat juice flowed everywhere, and he also lit cigarettes everywhere.

"Don't be angry, it's not mushy, it's still edible." Smoker argued.

"...Leave the meat, you go out."

Smoker knew that Chen Li wasn't really angry, so he leaned over with a smile, put his arms around his waist and kissed his face, and coquettishly said in a low and gentle voice, "You've been sleeping for a long time, I'm hungry."

"..."

"You must eat something when you're hungry, and I can't go out, so I have to go through your food reserves."

"..."

"As soon as you come back, you just hold on to the sofa and don't let go. You want to sleep here anyway. I can't go to your bedroom to bake."

"..."

"Really, look, there are still your fingerprints there, and the plastic material is almost crushed by you."

"...Why do I look like a mentally retarded person in your mouth."

"Boss is here."

Chen Yue woke up instantly, the sudden message made him unable to react immediately, "What?"

"He finished eating that box." Smoker pointed to the empty box on the low table.

Chen Yue made up his mind about the image of himself lying on the sofa next to two people eating meat with an induction cooker.

I want to hit people even more.

"He said that Cong Shanqin will appoint him as the secretary-general tomorrow, that the Hunter Alliance will start a hunting plan for 'Heavenly Man' in the near future, and that the Youth Independence Group will start giving speeches where young people gather, and we need to help G eliminate the hunters in exchange for Cong Geng More trust, and at the same time secretly protect hunters and young people from life-threatening dangers."

"Got it." Chen Li nodded solemnly, "Did you tell him about Shang Liming?"

"I said it, but I didn't hear some things downstairs."

Chen Li nodded, "It's not a big problem, I should be able to rest these two days."

"How about we mess around?"

"Old Yan, are you human?" Chen Li raised his eyebrows, "You treat the wounded like this?"

"I brought you back that bottle of wine."

Hearing this, Chen Li's eyes lit up, and he rode on his waist and abdomen with his neck hooked, skillfully ruffled his hair, and kissed his warm and soft lips.

"But you are not allowed to drink it." Smoking Gun said with a low smile.

"You still dare to fool me." Chen Li's kiss turned into biting.

Yan Qiang put his arms around Chen Li's waist, turned over and pressed him under him, arching his waist intentionally or unintentionally.

"Sooner or later it will be yours, don't worry." Chen Li's voice was languid, with a bit of sloppy water, but with excellent control.

"I'm not in a hurry." The smoking gun stuck to his ear and smiled, "I've been a vegetarian for many years."

"Not interested, still waiting for me."

"I'm healthy, how could I not be interested?"

"Then what if I'm not interested?" Chen Li looked at the pipe with serious eyes.

Smoker lowered his head and rubbed against him like a big docile dog, "Then I'll continue to be a vegetarian."

"There are no wild dogs that are vegetarian."

"I don't mind breaking the rules and being the first one."

"I'm lying to you." Chen Li stretched out his hand and pressed the pipe's head lower. He liked the real feeling of holding the pipe in his arms.

"Chen Li, if you don't want to, don't force yourself for me." Smoker said.

Chen Li played with the ends of his bong, and said slowly, "I don't know either. You have to try to judge this matter."

"...Do you want to try it now?"

Chen Li slapped him angrily, "He also said that he is not a hooligan."

"Oh, I won't, just ask."

"Do not want to."

"Oh, so vegetarian."

"...Your physique is quite unscientific." Chen Li said.

"After all, he is not a normal person." Smoker laughed dryly.

Chen Li pulled the cheek of the pipe, and grinned, "Don't say such things."

"It hurts, ancestor, your face is going to be ripped off." He arched like a smoking gun dog.

Chen Li didn't respond to the dog's coquetry, but looked at the pipe silently, and he remembered what Chen Chuchu said to him - "the life of the obligated body is unknown".

He thought, is he going to soften his heart because of this sentence again?

"I'm not ready yet." Chen Li said with a straight face.

"I didn't force you either." Yan Qiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"I remember you used to be quite a loafer."

"That's why I didn't find someone I like."

"...Why didn't you find me earlier."

Smoker sighed, "Aside from asking me to fight, did you look at me more?" He lowered his head and continued in the deepest voice, "Yeah, why didn't I find you sooner... …caused you so much.”

"These will come sooner or later, I have them in my life." Chen Li said calmly.

The smoking gun stopped talking.He doesn't speak either.

They all know that sooner or later the time for accountability is the most meaningless thing.

Chen Li suddenly lifted the pipe from his body, "Where is my knife?"

The bong was thrown away by him and he sat on the low table, his face full of shock, "What did I do and you look for a knife?"

"Xiao Bailou's knife, you didn't take it?"

"Take it, ancestor, can't you speak well?"

Chen Li clasped his hands together and bowed to the bong, "Be patient with me."

Smoker was amused by his action, and got up to get his knife.

This knife is half the height of a person, and it is very inconvenient to carry. The pipe is turned around casually, and the weight is suitable, neither light nor heavy.

A knife that is too light has no self-weight, and it depends on the strength of the wrist to use it. Of course, a knife that is too heavy is not good, and no one wants to spend effort on carrying the weapon.

Chen Li pulled out the knife, and there was a row of numbers printed on the position near the knife, "This knife has been registered."

Smoker leaned over and took a look, "This batch number...was registered ten years ago?"

"Very good, I can take it to the streets blatantly."

"This is Chen Ming's knife."

"Will she be stupid enough to register with her own name?" Chen Li said.

"...That shouldn't be the case."

"Go back and ask Typhoid to check the owner of this batch number."

Chen Li looked at the sword several times, except that the golden lion head on Daotan was too vivid and majestic, and the details of the flying mane were all portrayed in detail, there was nothing special about this shield sword.

He raised his hand and threw the knife upwards - he installed a magnetic knife holder on it, as long as it was metal, it could be attracted to it.

However, the shield knife touched the knife holder, but was dragged back by gravity, and fell straight down, almost hitting the heads of the two.

To be precise, the lion-headed knife hit the bong, and the tail of the knife landed on Chen Li's chest more or less because of the height difference.

"Not metal? At least the lion's head should be metal." Chen Yue frowned.

"Jade varnish...is as crisp as hitting my head." The smoking gun covered his buzzing head, and unconsciously began to search for the meaning of life.

"Jade? Why should jade be varnished." Chen Li raised his hand and touched the head of the smoking gun.

"Have you heard of the Jewelry War 20 years ago?" Smoker spoke firmly while gasping for air.

Chen Li remembered that Chen Ming really liked those fancy jewelry before, but she seemed to seldom wear them afterwards—this woman had no love in her life, if she had to say, her true love might be crystal, agate and diamond.

"20 years ago, a sociologist said that jewelry is useless. Today, when resources are rapidly depleted, it is too stupid and ruthless for people to be obsessed with jewelry."

"At that time, there was a riot, because of a piece of pink crystal, many people died. She used a lot of data and historical facts to demonstrate the bloodyness of jewelry, and it became a weapon for officials to attack each other at that time. war'."

"In the biggest auction at that time, almost all the jewelry was unsold, and the pink crystal was finally sold for the price of a cup of soft drink."

"What happened later?" Chen Li asked.

"Later? Later, it was discovered that the scholar's remarks were not out of pity for life, but to attack the economic network behind her son's political rival—a large jewelry auction company that made money by manipulating the price of equivalents."

"I haven't heard of this," Chen Li said, "How did you hear about it? Junkyard bully."

"There are a lot of bounty hunters who take jewelry orders, and I had a friend who was a few years older than me die on it," Smoker said.

"A few years older than you...that's ten years old."

Smoker gave a dull laugh, "Fuck, so he was only ten years old when he died."

Chen Li was silent for a while, and then touched the head of the pipe, "Poor." He thought for a while, and then said, "I never thought that people like Chen Ming would succumb to public opinion."

"She has to think about more."

"How did you hear about her?" Chen Li asked, unconsciously looking forward to it.

"Do you really want to listen? There is nothing good to say." Smoker reached out and touched the lion's head, and changed the subject, "It should have been 20 years ago that she hit this knife. Shall I peel off the paint gold for you? The material should look better."

"No need." Chen Li said, he was in a mess right now, like a soft mud pond, with dried Artemisia stalks scattered everywhere, and the Artemisia stalks were blown by the wind, disturbing the mud pond.

Chen Ming gave him a shield knife 20 years ago.

She had clearly said that she could never hide behind anyone.

But gave him a shield knife.

"What do you mean..." Chen Li whispered to himself, "Rational or emotional."

If it is rational, Chen Ming should put some important information in the knife, waiting for him to discover; as for the emotional ones...

maybe.

He held the long knife sideways, closed his eyes, he didn't want to continue thinking, and soon fell into a deep sleep again.

This time he dreamed of Chen Ming.

White military uniform, tall and stern figure, she likes the pair of combat boots with rubies embedded in the heel, and has no head just like in reality.

The headless female soldier stood on the deck, commanding the ship to march towards the dark, cosmic sea, and all the waves seemed to be star sand.

She has no head, so she can't see her expression, but Chen Yue thinks that she is calm, indifferent, and arrogant.

She was born this way.

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The author has something to say:

I think I'm just a fool... I've been doing metaphysics for so long to find out that my own label can be rubbed alone... I'm just a fool woooooooooo