mayfly era

Chen Li followed the bong into the recycling yard.Many people gathered there, and the lights of different colors and brightness should be brought by everyone to illuminate their party.

The smoking gun said to the old man guarding the beer box, "Give me two bottles on credit."

The old man chuckled, "Just leave me your good cigarettes."

"Your teeth are almost falling out, so what are you still smoking?" The smoking gun took out the cigarette case from his pocket and threw it to the old man with a smile.

He bent down and took out two bottles of beer from the old plastic beer box that kept "creaking" and handed Chen Li a bottle.

Chen Li took it in his hand and tossed it for a while, then turned to the label. It was an old-brand strong beer produced by Zhun Lotte, which was very classic.

"Let's go." Yan Qiang took Chen Li's hand and led him to the lively place.

When approaching Chen Li, one could smell the strong smell of fireworks and wine, and people lit several fires—even if there is no ban on paper and fire, it is rare to see natural fire in the central city.

They each brought lighting tools from home, so the brightness and light color are different. Some are placed on the ground, and some are placed on piles of scrap iron, forming a string of colorful stars.

The old stereo was also placed on the scrap iron, a little crooked, but the corners were able to withstand it, playing old songs, because the mechanical aging added a bit of vicissitudes and roughness.

Someone was singing, someone was playing the harmonica, someone was playing the electric guitar with the front cover revealing the mechanical panel...all of them melted into the hoarse voice of the old stereo.

There are also many people dancing, there are no rules here, some people dance randomly, swaying, and are very intoxicated.Someone demonstrates dexterity, like a butterfly flapping its wings around a campfire.

"They look very happy." Chen Li said softly.

"They're just having fun."

Holding Chen Li's shoulders, the smoking gun stood at the outermost edge of the party, admiring the crowd.

In other words, the world.

Full of smoky warmth, the flames "cracked" the synthetic wood, some people drank, some sang, and some danced in the world.

Chen Li gradually let go of his shoulders, raised his head and took a sip of beer.

"Come dance?"

A girl in an old dance dress came over to invite the smokers, her smile was bright and confident.

She danced around the campfire before, and everyone couldn't help but look at her more because she danced so well.

Smoker shook his head.

"I feel sorry for you, I like your eyes."

The girl's tone sounded regretful and sincere, as if she really thought Smokey had lost a lot because he couldn't dance with her.

She turned back to the crowd with beautiful round steps like a meal of little red flowers in full bloom, and continued dancing around the campfire.

"You made people sad." Chen Li said.

"She will find a dance partner," the pipe pressed close to Chen Li's ear, "I am your dance partner."

"I don't dance."

"It's okay, it's reserved for you."

At this moment, a group of small things suddenly entered the arena with "squeaks and squeaks", and halfway through, a lot of parts have fallen off.

It was a bunch of shabby little robots.

Assembled with various old waste materials, each image is strange and "walks" tremblingly.

The facial features on their "faces" are even more outrageous, the eyes made of gears are of different sizes, the mouths are welded out, and there is a splayed eyebrow with grievances...

The eight-character eyebrow fell down on the way to line up and couldn't get up for a long time.

Chen Li couldn't help laughing.

"This is made by the old man watching beer. He likes to invent things, and these little robots can dance." Smoker explained.

"I guess there will be nothing left after the dance." Chen Li said.

"Don't worry, a forklift can shovel it away."

The little robot really started to dance as the pipe said, with more parts falling off. It was clearly a unified movement but each had its own style, commonly known as a group of demons dancing wildly.

The crowd erupted in laughter, and soon they were dancing with the robot.

The music is soothing and brisk, the guitarist jumps on the scrap iron mountain and plays chords frantically, while the harmonica player is still so quiet, playing skillfully with the sound.

"Come on." The smoking gun stretched out its hand to Chen Li.

"I don't dance..."

He was dragged into the crowd by the bong, and the heat of the flames hit his face like a wave.

"Remember what the leader taught us?"

The light of the fire reflected on the face of the smoking gun, and he smiled openly, freer and hotter than the fire.

"Ah."

The leader is a fighter, and those who can be called "home" these days must be somewhat artistic. The leader himself likes to dance, and has choreographed several sets of fighting dances.

"Can you still flip now?" Smoker asked with a smile, his tone a little provocative.

"Of course I can, but you certainly can't." Chen Li said.

"Come and try." Smoker smiled and stretched out his hand.

Chen Li patted his hand away with a "snap", as if a lighter had ignited a flame crisply.

In the next second, the two forearms crossed and collided tacitly, making a "bang". From the perspective of others, it seemed like the beginning of a fight.

However, the two looked at each other and smiled.

Clapping and stepping to the rhythm of the music, punching and kicking, flowing and flowing, full of power.

The crowd cheered, the music got louder, and their moves got faster, bigger, and prettier.

The smoking gun has always been steady and steady, and his movements are already stunningly chic. Chen Li has the title of the king of melee combat on the high seas, and his skills and strength are top-notch.

Seeing that Chen Li's fist was blocked by Yan Qiang, he instantly turned back and kicked Yan Qiang's shoulder.

Drawing a perfect arc like a diving jump, when he landed, a small robot happened to be nestled under his feet. He reacted very quickly, and with a spin on his toes, he let the small robot swing and half kneel, stabilizing his figure.

There was an uproar of voices, whistling and applause, applauding Chen Li's excellent body control.

Chen Li raised his head and smiled lightly, his dark eyes sparkling.

Then he charged at the bong like a wolf coming for revenge.

The music made a roaring sound, and he bent down and slammed into the bong, but the bong was helpless, "Do you have to make me flip one too?"

"Otherwise I will throw you." Chen Li said.

In the blink of an eye, he threw the bong on his back. He shouldn't be able to see it from his angle, but he pushed his angle of view to the bystander, peeking through the eyes of others.

He knew that this ability shouldn't be used lightly, but he wanted to see Smoking Gun play handsome rarely, and he didn't want to miss a second.

He pried the bong up, opened his arms, supported it neatly with one hand, and landed firmly.

People clapping, cheering, whistling, and older women yelling nonsense at them, presumably to let any one of them go home with them tonight.

"Stop dancing." The pipe was a little ashamed to be teased.

Chen Li suddenly hooked his neck and kissed him.

The frank passionate kiss made the surrounding temperature more intense, the whistles of the men almost sounded the siren, and the women expressed their regrets generously, they did not expect that such handsome young men were actually a pair.

The bonfire crackled unevenly, and at some point the stereo was tuned to pure romantic music, and the guitarist sat down on the mountain of scrap iron, gulping down beer.

When it was time for the quiet harmonica player to perform, he played the "Drip Nocturne", and people also fell silent by coincidence.

Everyone blessed the young couple's love with warm and joyful eyes.Rare as gold in this frigid megalopolis.

Chen Yue pressed the tip of his tongue against the lips of the pipe, temporarily ending the kiss.He looked at the smoking gun with deep and soft eyes, and he wanted to tell the smoking gun that he enjoyed the night very much.

But he knew he didn't need to talk about it.

Smoker must understand.

Chen Li bent down and touched the wine bottle at his feet, "Fortunately, it didn't fall down."

"Just remember this." Smoker couldn't laugh or cry.

"Let's go, Old Yan." Chen Li said.

"Are you relaxed?"

"I saw the rocker truck, and the Civil Affairs Bureau is coming to put out the fire." Chen Li raised his hand to the crowd and shouted, "If you don't want to be sprayed with white foam, hurry up and pack your things!"

"Hey, the handsome guys are leaving!" A big sister expressed regret loudly, and because the voice was too bright, everyone could hear it clearly.

The man beside him was obviously her husband, with a distressed expression on his face, "Let's go, let's go, don't come again..."

People roared with laughter.

Yan Qiang also laughed for a while, then turned his head and took Chen Li's hand, Chen Li jumped onto the back of Yan Qiang, hugged his neck and kissed randomly on the back of his neck, his voice was a little hoarse, "Run. "

"Okay, hug me." Yan Qiang smiled and supported Chen Li's legs.

The night wind blew on the head, blowing the silver hair of the smoking gun into disordered snow clouds.Chen Li leaned on the shoulder of the smoking gun, his cool hair shaved his face, very comfortable.

Running to the side of the car, Chen Li jumped off by himself and got into the co-pilot.

Suddenly, a large piece of dry white powder passed over their heads and splashed towards the recycling yard.

There were bursts of commotion and scolding in the recycling yard, but this group of people were veterans of breaking the law and discipline, scolding after scolding, tidying up neatly, covering their faces, and sneaking away... in a smooth manner, one by one faster than the other.

They sat in the "governor" and made sure everyone was out safely before starting the car.

"Fortunately, I ran fast, otherwise I would have been fined a lot of money." Chen Li said.

"They are very experienced in this area, don't worry." Smoker said, but he was also the one who kept looking worriedly at the recycling yard.

"Are you familiar with them?" Chen Li asked.

Smoker shook his head, "I only know the old man who watches beer... I've known him before, but he doesn't remember me."

"Your hair," Chen Li pointed, "is there anyone who can forget it?"

"He said that he forgot about the first 40 years. It's very strange. All the memories of the 40 years have disappeared, nothing left."

Chen Li let out a "hmm", stretched out his hand and rubbed the hair of the smoking gun, "poor."

Smoker grabbed Chen Li's hand and rubbed it against his face, driving the car with one hand, "I'm not pitiful, there are too many people who can't survive, I can understand what they do...no one wants to do it Bad people, it's just that some people are a little more for themselves, and some are a little more for their ideals."

"What about you? Are you still ideal?" Chen Li asked, and at the same time he was asking himself this question in his heart.

Smoker shook his head, "I don't know now."

"What about before?"

"Do it yourself," said Smoking Gun. "I used to rob people."

"Me too." Chen Li laughed, "Snatching food, grabbing wine, grabbing cigarettes."

"Dididi——" The phones of the two suddenly rang at the same time.

Here comes the task.

"Cy old smoke is coming... I can't stand it anymore!... Beicheng 325 Water Lily Courtyard!...Where did the firefighting team go..." The howling of a bulbul came from the opposite side of the channel.

Chen Li frowned, and cursed in a low voice, "This trash."

Smoker took a few glances at the intelligence extraction information sent by Typhoid, and while speeding up the "Governor" to the limit, he shared it with Chen Li.

"There seems to be a disagreement among the hunters. Some people want to carry out terrorist attacks in rich areas, and they voted for the police. Now 325 is burned."

"Crazy," Chen Li slammed his thigh in anger, "How the hell can you cover them?"

"We can only arrest people," Smoker said calmly.

Chen Li touched his lower lip, thinking, "How many fish in troubled waters?"

"No, catch them all, but we can spend more time saving lives."

"Damn it, it's not as good as saving those pigs and dogs again."

Smoker shrugged helplessly, "No way, the pig has to be fattened before it can be slaughtered."