mayfly era

The old woman opened the small cabinet at the side and found a stick-shaped chip from it. She inserted the chip into a small hole that was hard to notice on the tabletop. The wooden tabletop immediately turned over, revealing the host computer inside. And monitors—they've been eating on a mid-sized calculator.

The display quickly loaded the content and started to play a high-definition video. It was a few pieces of white meat rolling together, and the picture was unsightly.

"Guess, who are these two?" The old woman pointed to two of them and asked.

"I don't know." Chen Li was helpless.

Smoker looked at it for a while, then silently covered his and Chen Li's eyes with his hands, the scale was really too big.

"Do you know the one who is about to retire from the Military and Political Department?" The old lady no longer kept her secret, "He retired not because of anything else, but to make room for his little lover. This is the current number one vote candidates."

"What the hell?" Smoker frowned, "Aren't they the same sex?"

"It's because they are of the same sex that they are so deeply in love."

"What are you going to do?" Chen Li asked the old woman.

The old woman tilted her head, "I haven't figured it out yet, how can it be fun?"

"Do you have a candidate for the position?"

"To help you to the top is to help you to the guillotine. I'm not so ruthless, why don't I sell it to you?" The old woman showed a sly smile.

"We are not involved in this aspect... and we don't really want to collect action movies." Chen Li said.

"Are you sure you don't need a counter-revolutionary?"

Chen Li was taken aback, "Do you recognize him?"

"Not only do we know each other, but we have a very good relationship. He often pays on credit, and I don't pursue it." The old woman said with a smile.

Chen Li understood, no wonder Fan Ge was so relieved when they came to Dirt Alley, "Then you should sell it to him directly."

The old woman took out the chip, threw it into a dry paper bag containing herbs, and stuffed it into Chen Yue's hand, "Then you take it first, he doesn't want it, and then give it back to me."

"Where did you get it?" Chen Li stuffed it into his pocket helplessly. He felt that this thing was a bit tricky.

"It's a hotel in a slum, and some people are desperate for excitement."

"It's not really love, it's all legs stacked together." Smoker said.

The old woman sneered, "Who cares about the chastity of the sex now, sometimes the dirtier the sex is, the more true the love."

"Do you have anything else to do?" Chen Li changed the subject.

"It's not peaceful recently, you have to be careful." The old woman asked.

Chen Li suddenly remembered, "How is T recently?"

"It's not bad, but he seems to have changed a little, more eager, what happened?"

Chen Li hesitated. The news of Young Master Mei's death had not been announced to the outside world, so he didn't want to spread it.

"Why did you send this child here in the first place?" the old woman asked.

Chen Li thought for a moment, then shook his head, "I don't know, it was decided in a flash."

"I'm a little afraid of him." The old woman's words were unexpected.

"Then why are you still teaching him?"

"It was decided in an instant, does he know some kind of magic?" the old woman said with a smile.

"He...he is an unlucky child, I hope you can take good care of him for me."

"Can you still say that you are unlucky when you meet me?" the old woman said with a smile.

Chen Li nodded, "It's his luck to meet you."

"It's getting late, it's getting dark before you know it, you go back, yes! There's still some cooked beef, take it back!" The old woman stood up.

"No, I don't have a refrigerator at home." Chen Li declined.

The old woman was a little disappointed and pursed her lips.Probably every loving elder will feel lost when the younger generation refuses to give food.

***

Back to the bar by public transport, it was already night, and it happened to be the busiest time of Bar Street.

The clown is still performing at the intersection today. I don’t know how he negotiated with the band, but those young and flamboyant musicians agreed to accompany him, and he was doing funny dances tirelessly.

Metal rock and burlesque dances are actually very similar to this era.

"You said... Is he from Chenchu?" The smoker said close to Chen Yue's ear, a wisp of hot air was blown into the ear canal, it was very itchy, Chen Yue couldn't help pushing him away.

Smoker curled his lips, a little aggrieved.Chen Li had no choice but to pull him back, and patted the place pushed by him. He lost his strength just now, and now he regrets it.

"It should be." Chen Li answered the previous question.

"He is worried about you, or he has other ideas." Yan Qiang grabbed Chen Yue's hand and held it in his palm, laughing contentedly.

"I don't know." When speaking, Chen Li still couldn't help but glanced down.

The two entered the bar one after the other. T was singing on the dance floor. He was still wearing the plain clothes he had before, with his small backpack at his feet, which was more casual than the mariachi band on the street.

It was a deep, husky love song, full of abstract desire.Desire is abstract, but it is easy to attach to the entity. Everyone is the container and carrier of desire, driven and influenced by desire, so desire becomes concrete, while abstract desire remains in literature and music.

Chen Li found out that there was only one-fifth of the absinthe left, which was just enough to fill two short square glasses. On his tiger's jaw, the cut on his tiger's jaw hadn't healed yet, he put down the wine glass and flicked it casually.

Gao Gaojiu touched the wound, even he took a breath and gritted his teeth.

Smoker took out a pack of sterile gauze from his pocket, took Chen Yue's hand, carefully wiped off the wine stains, and wrapped it up again.Chen Li's hands were covered with scars, and the ring finger and little finger of his left hand were deformed to varying degrees. He held a knife all year round, and the inner palm was covered with a thin layer of calluses as long as the metacarpal bone protruded.

But even with such hands, the smoking gun feels good-looking.

Chen Li twitched his hand, but didn't pull it away. He said helplessly, "Do you like handmade sandpaper? I'll go to the antique market to buy you two some other day."

"There's no need to waste money..." The voice of the smoking gun sounded a little dull.

"Kujira said that it can be straightened when it is interrupted and reconnected." Chen Yue moved those two fingers, and the weird stagnation still persists, and he has been with him for more than ten years.

"Why should you suffer that crime?" Smoker held the five ill-fated fingers together, held them up carefully, and pecked lightly at his mouth.

"Resetting the nerves can also make it painless in rainy and snowy days." Chen Li said.

"She just wants to cut someone with an itchy hand, so don't listen to her."

"Are you tired enough?" Chen Yue felt that his hands and body were no longer in the same world, and his fingertips were swollen with heat.

"Not enough, not enough."

Chen Yue gave a short laugh, which sounded like a dangerous signal.

The next second, his right hand bumped against Yan Qiang's shoulder, caught off guard, Yan Qiang fell into the sofa behind him, staring blankly at Chen Yue, the hand held by him pressed against his On his chest, making him unable to get up for a while.

"What are you doing?" Smoker was a little nervous.

"Are you scared?" Chen Li said with a smile.

"That's not enough." Smoker blinked guiltyly.

Chen Li stared seriously at the eyes of the smoking gun, amber, deep eyes, thick eyelashes, especially moving when trembling, like a silver-gray bird, spreading its wings, carefully guarding its gem.

"I haven't learned it. If you don't do it well... just bear with it."

Chen Li held the hand of the smoking gun with his backhand, and pulled himself towards the other party with his strength. They were hidden in the dark, under the dazzling refraction of countless empty wine bottles, he bent down and covered the smoking gun's lips.

He was indeed an inexperienced beginner, so that he only kissed to one side, sliding over the sensitive lips, he felt the pipe shake violently under him, and he couldn't help laughing.

The air turbulent by the air current scratched people's heart, and the weak force of rubbing the lip lines was also so itchy, like the paws of young birds stepping on the soft soil in the heart without any rules.

Chen Li smiled for a while, propped up his body, "I'm sorry, I'll…"

The hand of the smoking gun held the back of his neck with undeniable strength, causing the two of them to collide with each other, making a somewhat dull sound.

His passionate lips and tongue are the most effective language in the world, Chen Yue feels the heat, he rarely has this feeling of being warmed from the inside to the outside, even with high alcohol it is difficult to do so.

He felt his mouth, throat and stomach constrict, wanting to absorb the heat, uncontrollably becoming greedy and selfish.

He never knew before that the long kiss was such a feeling that his eye sockets were burning.

He closed his eyes and couldn't help frowning, for a moment he couldn't confirm whether this feeling should belong to him.It is like a piece of gravel land that has been abandoned for a hundred years, being impacted by a big river falling from the sky, the water flows deep into the ground in an instant, and every inch of sand becomes fertile before it is too late to recognize.

Should this richness belong to him?

"What's the matter..." Smoker gently stroked his brow, and asked softly, "I made you uncomfortable?"

Chen Yue shook his head, he placed a kiss on the crippled eye of the smoking gun, he felt as if his lips touched the membrane on the eyeball, it was hot and moist, completely defenseless.

He covered that eye with his hand and said apologetically, "Sorry."

"I don't feel anything anymore."

"If you can choose..." Chen Li said softly, his tone was even a little cautious, "Would you think about the life of an ordinary person?"

"Everyone will have their own suffering sooner or later, it is better not to choose." Smoker replied seriously.

"That's right." Chen Li pulled him up from the sofa.

His eyes turned to the wine glasses on the table. The edges and corners of the ice cubes had been rounded, but they were more crystal clear.

This is destined to be an era of endless ups and downs, how long can their ship sail?The moment of hitting the rocks may be tomorrow, or it may be the next moment.

But if the entire crew trembled imaginarily in the storm, the ship would never set sail.