mayfly era

The Reunion Festival came as scheduled, and in the five days before that, Chen Li and Song Guang divided the work and swept every corner of the dungeon.

The ecology of the dungeon is as bad as ever. During the period, they also encountered two groups of criminals who were escorted and exiled by the "patrol" robot. The expressions on the faces of those people were different, but they were all full of despair.

The dark underground cell and the absolutely unknown future are despair itself.

The Reunion Festival is the most important festival of the year. There is no holiday on that day, and the whole country has a public holiday after the Reunion Festival.Fireworks and parades are indispensable to the tradition of the annual Reunion Festival. Starting at [-]:[-] p.m., electronic fireworks and cold fireworks will bloom endlessly over the central city until dawn the next day.

There are countless mothers and fathers in Central City who are raising their children alone. Before the reunion festival, they have to work extra hard to make money, so that they can prepare a good dinner for their children and gifts they look forward to all year long, and then take the children on the road. On the street, enjoy the fireworks in the sky, and pray for good luck and peace in the future under the fireworks.

When everyone was having a reunion dinner, Fan Ge went to his Hongmen banquet as promised.

He reserved a box with snow palms, the walls are constantly changing simulated electronic canvases, and the most popular kinds of vast landscapes make people feel as if they are in the wilderness, infinitely expanding the sense of space.

He chose the pattern of the room and the electronic canvas half an hour in advance. Marshal Cong likes the Zen scene, but he decided to run in the opposite direction and chose a dancing sea of ​​blue and purple flames. This canvas has a special name - called "Judgment".

He sits in the center of the room and concentrates on making tea. The induction cooker in the private room will always turn off and stop at a temperature he thinks is appropriate. This temperature is [-] degrees—the most palatable according to long-term market research and safety predictions. temperature.

Counter-revolutionary manually changed it to [-], and he didn't expect that one day he would hack into the induction cooker's system.

Marshal Cong is very punctual, and successful people are generally more punctual.So at eight o'clock, Marshal Cong stepped into this box, exactly.

He is very old, his hair and beard are already grey, his hair is cut short, only covering the scalp, with a thin layer, but his beard is grown and trimmed very carefully.He was dressed in casual clothes, like an ordinary old man, and he came to the appointment alone.

But Fan Ge knew that he was by no means an ordinary old man, and it was absolutely impossible for him to come to the appointment alone.

"It's cold today, I should wear a hat." Marshal Cong touched the top of his head and smiled casually.

Fan Ge stood up, looked at this first-class figure in human society at the same level, without any fear, and smiled faintly, "It happens that I have a black top hat. If the marshal doesn't mind it, he can use it to avoid the cold temporarily."

"It's black...it doesn't quite match my skin color." Marshal Cong said, he took off his coat, revealing the jacket inside, and he noticed that there was a dark stamp on the corner of his clothes, an eagle head, and the marshal's pattern chapter, which can be illuminated if desired.

"This room is not bad, it is very suitable for what we are going to talk about next." Marshal Cong said.

"In addition to the good taste of the tea here, the interior of the room is more vivid." Fan Ge said with a smile.

"I don't know much about tea, so I have to choose Mr. Fange for me... suitable for an old man like me." Marshal Cong sat down, and the seat began to move slowly, adjusting its shape according to his body shape and sitting posture.

"Did you sleep well at night? People sitting in your position are mostly worried about hard work, so they probably don't get enough sleep."

"That's not true. I eat well and sleep well, and my wives are very envious. Some of them feel that the roots of their teeth are starting to loosen before they are 30 years old."

"Then you can try this, Vitex Cream. It has a very complex taste, both sour, bitter, spicy, and salty. It's very interesting." Fan Ge didn't flatter. Offending.

When dealing with someone like the marshal who stands at the pinnacle of the country, not flattering is offending, this is the default general rule.

"Oh? Then I'll give it a try. They always give me sweet food. I'm tired of eating it, but I'm too lazy to tell them what to eat differently." Marshal Cong responded like this.

"A person like you certainly wouldn't spend his mind on eating, but I always have to research what is delicious when I have time." Fan Ge said that he had already boiled water and scalded a tea bag.

"So I think the comprehensive nutrition pill is very good. It saves time thinking about eating, and I will take a few when I am busy."

"After all, it's your industry," Fange said bluntly, "If the people know about it, sales will go up to a higher level."

Marshal Cong laughed loudly. He seemed to have heard a very funny joke, and he laughed backwards and forwards, "You have a bad idea. You know that this pill has mixed reputation, but you still take it from me. You are bad enough and rebellious."

Counter-reform shrugged, "I don't understand business, I'm making you laugh."

"You make a living with Director Song in the third game, don't you know how to do business?" The marshal's eyes were beating with a blue-purple light, and his voice was steady and powerful, not like an old man in his 80s or [-]s.

"Director Song just likes to chat with me when it's okay, but she doesn't dare to accept me."

"Yeah, she doesn't dare, even the Song family, one of the four major families of the energy company, dare not accept you as a counter-reformer," Marshal Cong paused, "But I dare, counter-revolutionary, do you want to be me?" Secretary-General?"

Surprise flashed across Fange's eyes, and he laughed instead, shaking his head while laughing, and he said helplessly, "You have a lot of talents available, why do you think I'm a soldier? I heard that you value the most. 'Innocent', I have nothing to do with those words."

"That is the sieve used to screen people. You are different from them. You are the only one, which is why I am willing to come here in person." Marshal Cong said.

"I heard that your tactic in the first battle of fame was called 'cage'. You won the most beautiful battle with the least amount of man-machine forces. I didn't know it before. It turns out that you are also good at setting up cages when you are not on the battlefield." Said bluntly, he put the teacup on the mobile belt on the table, and the mobile belt automatically served Marshal Cong tea.

"If the cage can hold you, will you surrender?" The marshal brought the teacup to his nose, sniffed it, and put it down again.

"If the price offered by the cage is right, I can consider getting in."

"Hahahaha, he also said that he doesn't know how to do business!" The marshal laughed again. He didn't look like such a person who likes to laugh.

***

The streets were crowded during the reunion festival. Chen Li never knew that there were so many people in the central city, nor did he know that there were so many families in the central city.He put his hand in his pocket, but was caught again and stuffed into another pocket.

Not all pockets, what's the difference?Chen Li glared at the domineering octopus beside him.

He never thought that one day he would take to the streets during the Reunion Festival, and was pushed forward by the shoulders of countless people, just to go to the church to watch the fireworks.

"I can put fireworks on your tombstone page every day, so you can see enough." Chen Li said to the pipe.

"The page is too small to be enjoyable." Smoker said with a smile, he forcibly pulled Chen Li out. Chen Li's boots were already full of footprints, but he didn't feel guilty at all.

"Buy the biggest and get your wages."

Smoker's hand clenched his hand in his pocket, "Get on the conveyor belt, be careful."

Their goal is the square of the largest Creation Church in the central city. This square is on the left wing of the butterfly, and it takes six sections of floating conveyor belt to reach it.

The huge invisible force lifted up the "stairs" section by section, sending people with piety and hope to the church.

Chen Li glanced down, and could only see a mass of black heads, and even the neon lights on the road became narrow, which made him a little uneasy.

What is the feast that Young Master Mei is talking about?What cards does he still have?After he informed Fan Ge of this matter, Fan Ge said that he would deal with it so that he would not worry about it.

Chen Yue recalled all kinds of things in Tiaolitian. He felt that he seemed to have missed something, but he couldn't remember it. Too many things piled up in his mind, and there was a large congestion all the year round.

"What are you thinking?" Smoker pulled him up the next section of the conveyor belt, not blaming him for his distraction.

After Chen Li thought about it, he still expressed his concerns.

"Since the boss said he'll deal with it and put us on hold, it's best to stop, maybe he already has the answer."

"Sorry." Chen Li said.

Smoker asked with a smile, "What's going on? Why have you been so polite lately?"

"I saw the spire, so it's almost here." Chen Li changed the topic.

"It's almost there." At this moment, Chen Yue was bumped by the man holding the child behind him, and the pipe naturally hugged him to protect him, "Don't say anything blasphemous."

Chen Yue glanced at him indifferently, "Do you think I'm a child?"

"Forget it, let's not go in, there is a platform outside, and the fireworks will start in a while."

"Go in if you want."

"No, I don't have any wish, so I won't take other people's share." Smoker said with a smile.

Chen Yue suddenly clenched his hands into fists and raised them up. He evaded the bong conditioned reflex, but found that Chen Yue just put his fist lightly on his heart.

"What's wrong?" Smoker was confused.

"I heard that a fist is as big as a heart," Chen Li said. "This way you have two hearts. This one is solid."

Smoker was amused by him, "You have a limit to pretending to be a fool."

"Your heart is very empty." Chen Li said lightly.

"It's just empty for you."

"Have you packed it in yet?"

"You are so big, you have to take it easy." Smoker said with a smile.

"It's okay, I'll wait for you."

"I'm not..." The smoking gun was interrupted before he could explain.

"I don't mind. Some rooms are empty. There's nothing wrong with them. Don't take me apart and stuff them in. I can't replace them. I have my own room." Chen Yue said.

"No, it's all done," Smoker said earnestly, "All of them belong to you."

Chen Li was silent for a while, and he said: "Okay, I will cherish it."