mayfly era

Chen Yue asked Chen Yuechu to send him back to the bar. The bar was not closed at this time. The manager saw him and approached him strangely, whispering in his ear, "Boss, there was a woman with a child in our store a few days ago... "

"Needless to say, I know." Chen Li interrupted him.

"Oh, I won't say it, I won't say it, I will definitely not say it." The manager looked clear.

"It's almost time to close the door." Chen Li rubbed the center of his brows, the child's distraught appearance came to his mind again, and he felt a little stuffy in his chest.

Chen Li left the bar and walked slowly along the still noisy streets of the central city against the flow of people.His back was blown thin by the wind.

He didn't want to go home, so he walked towards the base. Many things were squeezed in his heart, as if they were about to fall into his stomach.

The lights in the infirmary had already been extinguished, and Chen Li got in like a cat, his footsteps were silent and his movements were brisk, but he was quickly grabbed by the fur of the back of his neck by his familiar master.

"Chen Li." The voice of the smoking gun was very nasal and a little hoarse.

"What if it's not."

"There is no chance," the sound of fabric rubbing, the pipe seemed to stretch on the bed, and then sat up, "You cover my eyes and ears, and I know it's you."

"I don't believe it, let's try." Chen Li argued.

"I also know that you are in a bad mood now, come here."

Chen Li took off his jacket and ribs, rubbed his sore shoulders, followed the direction of the sound, and found Smoker's bed in the dark.In the dark, he accidentally touched the face of the pipe, and the moment he touched the warm skin, he felt a sense of peace of mind, and his stomach, which was heavily squeezed by his heart, seemed to relax a lot in an instant.

"I've always been here, Chen Li."

"Ah."

"Really, I will always be by your side."

"Ah."

"No matter what happens, I will not leave, and I will die before you."

"No, Lao Yan," Chen Li's voice was full of exhaustion, "Don't die in front of my eyes, I can't stand it."

"Then I will find a place to bury myself when I am about to die, so that you will never see it..."

"None of us will die."

Chen Yue turned his face slightly, the two of them were very close, in the darkness, Chen Yue's lips rubbed against the side of the smoker's face.The warm, flesh-to-skin contact made the body temperature rise quickly, and when the smoking gun couldn't help but want to hug him, it was blocked.

"Old Yan, it's not time yet." Chen Li said calmly.

"Haven't you seen me clearly?" The bong put his hand away neatly, his voice muffled.

"I haven't seen myself clearly yet."

"Ok, I will wait for you."

Chen Li turned his body to the side with his back to the pipe, "Sleep, if Master Hei releases him tomorrow, accompany me to a place."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." The voice of the smoking gun was hoarse and gentle.

Smoker won two games and finally redeemed himself free.

Heihun yawned, raised his hand to signal to get out, watched the two walk to the door, and added, "It's freezing cold, wear more clothes."

"Not cold." Smoker said with a smile.

"Let's go, let's go, get out." Black Soul said impatiently.

Chen Li and Yan Qiang walked to the public parking lot. The "Governor" of Yan Qiang dropped a lot of dust, which was separated by the anti-static material on the car film, floating in the air with a thin layer.As the car started, the layer of floating ash was blown away without leaving any traces.

"Master Hei is lonely." Chen Li said suddenly.

Smoker froze for a moment, then smiled meaningfully, "That's right, he's alone."

Chen Li glanced at him, "Who told you this."

"Where are we going?" asked Smoker.

"Dirt alley."

"Huh?" Yan Qiang glanced at the navigation window, the path was all red, "I can't go there by car."

"Forgot." Chen Li muttered, opened the car door and got out, the cold wind in the morning woke him up a bit.He rubbed his temples, he didn't sleep very well last night, he had a nightmare all night, but he forgot all about it the moment he woke up, leaving only the irritability and insensitivity of the senses.

The two boarded the subway, which happened to be staggered during the morning rush hour. During this time period, the carriages were not so crowded.

All kinds of people stood on the old and dirty floor of the subway in various postures. Many of them were looking down at their mobile phones. Chen Yue glanced at the page read by the man dressed as a worker beside him. It was today's The number of social news lists has more than doubled than usual.

"It's not peaceful recently." Chen Li said in a casual tone.

"Ah..." The worker's eyes didn't leave the screen, but he said naturally, "There are so many bad things all of a sudden, I don't know if that fairy lost his temper."

"It's not a bad thing, it's the rich people who died." Chen Li continued to chat with the workers.

"The rich man is dead, and the money can't go into my pocket. Instead, I have a worse boss." The worker's finger kept clicking on the screen, and he was writing a comment for social news.

"Oh? Something happened to your former boss?"

"Ah, yes, isn't it the place where the fire is on, and I am so happy that I am happy to be a ghost."

"It's really unlucky." Chen Li said.

"Where have you been? I heard it is..." The worker sucked the tip of his tongue, finding a word he thought was most appropriate, "It's obscene."

"I haven't been there." Chen Li didn't blush when he lied.

"The high-class people are tired of being low-class people." The words of the workers seem to be somewhat philosophical.

"No." Chen Li said.

After the worker finished writing the comment, he read it carefully and corrected the grammar for himself.Before the workers raised their heads, Chen Yue quietly left the place and found a smoking gun not far away.

"Who are you chatting with so happily?" Smoker was a little dissatisfied.

"Unhappy," Chen Li denied, "The impact of the fire in Tiaolitian was much greater than I imagined."

"Because it's a live broadcast, there has never been such a live broadcast, let the common people see the rich people being burned to death, this kind of... a terrible hint," the smoker frowned and said in a low voice, "let them see the power of resistance possibility."

"Shouldn't that be a good thing?"

"This is not a benign hint, and Master Mei has never been on their side."

"how do you know?"

"Don't you remember how Master Mei hooked us up? T, and the obligatory body of that female star, when did he show mercy to ordinary people?" The smoker paused, "He can even sacrifice his little lover .”

Chen Yue didn't expect the pipe to be so sharp, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Did I guess wrong?"

"No... it should be what you think."

The subway arrived at the station, and the two walked out of the dilapidated station.

It was the first time for Chen Li to come to the dirt alley, and the rich and complex fragrance filled his nostrils. The smell of flowers and plants made him feel very strange. Chen Ming only likes azaleas, which do not have such a strong fragrance.

On the outermost side of the dirt alley is a herbal medicine shop. The windows of the old-fashioned shop are opened downwards. A piece of dry patterned cotton cloth is spread on the iron sheet, and a large number of dried flower bouquets are placed on it. Although the color is not as bright as the flowers, it is not too dull. .

Among the dried flowers, a Caucasian woman in a thick cloth skirt was sitting there with her head bowed, tying flowers.

"Hello." Chen Yue bent down slightly.

The caucasian woman raised her head and smiled brightly, "Hi, what kind of flowers do you want to buy? There are also scented teas and herbs."

Chen Li was silent for a moment, "I want Du Juan."

The Caucasian woman's expression changed, she stood up, patted the blades of grass on her hands on the apron, and got out of the shop, "Wait a minute, I'll go to the greenhouse to get them for you."

The two waited in front of the herb shop for a few minutes, when an old woman in a clean white apron came hurriedly, her hands were still dripping, and there was a faint smell of food on her body.

"You are finally willing to come to see me." The old woman's face was old, but her eyes were as bright as a young man's, she said to Chen Li with a smile.

"How can you be sure it's me?" Chen Li asked.

The old woman said confidently, "I'll know it when I see it."

"Is t with you today?"

"He's not coming today," the old woman turned her gaze to the bong, approvingly, "your... friend, he's got a straight soul, he must be a man of perseverance."

"I have something to ask you." Chen Li said politely.

"Yes, but I won't tell fortunes for her children," said the old woman.

"I didn't come to tell you your fortune," Chen Li said, "but why?"

"No reason, I don't like it."

The old woman led the two into the dirt alley, and enthusiastically introduced the shops on both sides along the way. They were all handmade shops, which seemed so out of place in this highly mechanized era.But the people who make a living in this alley, their expressions are very peaceful and relaxed, with satisfied smiles on their faces.

"I happened to be cooking," the old woman pushed open a pine door. "I made rice cake soup. You should drink some of it. There are mushrooms, beans and diced beef in it."

"Thank you." Chen Li said.

Smoker posted a few words to Chen Li, and Chen Li patted his arm.

"The mushrooms are fresh and I grow them myself. The beans and diced beef are quick-frozen, so I used a lot of chili sauce to cover up the smell." The old woman's movements were as brisk as her tone, and she arranged the dishes neatly. "You must be able to eat spicy food, you seem to be able to eat even iron."

Smoker was amused by the old woman's words, "That's not the case."

"Let's eat first, eat more, it's too cold!" The old woman sat down.

The old woman made a big pot of rice cake soup, and she seemed to have expected them to come, which is not surprising, after all, the old woman is a Feng Shui master, an old Feng Shui master, and she knows nothing is surprising.

"How old are you this year?" The old woman seemed like a kind elder.

"26." Chen Li replied.

"What about you?" The old woman turned her head to the bong.

Smoker was a little uncomfortable, but he answered truthfully, "28."

"26 and 28, encountering left and right, it is wood that produces gold..." The old woman narrowed her eyes and muttered words.

"Didn't you say that you won't tell my fortune." Chen Li was a little helpless.

The old woman's young and smart eyes glared at Chen Li complainingly, "I didn't tell your fortune, I just told you your marriage, it's pretty good, it's pretty good."

Chen Li forcibly resisted the urge to talk back, and gave a dry laugh, "You have the final say."

The mouth corners of the smoking gun could not be suppressed to rise, and immediately sank down to drink the soup, but his ears were full of spirits, and he really hoped that the old and the young could continue this topic.