mayfly era

When Chen Li saw this, he patted Typhoid on the shoulder, "Let's go."

Typhoid asked, "Won't you watch for a while?"

"Lao Yan is actually a very well-behaved person," Chen Li said as he walked to the fitness room with typhoid fever, "Boss' injury is not healed yet."

"Whether he wins or loses."

"What's the point of winning against a wounded person?" Chen Yue said lightly.

"If they all go all out, who will win?" Typhoid was rarely interested in things other than mastermind and money, although his tone was still dry.

Chen Li thought for a while, "Lao Yan can't beat me, and I couldn't beat the boss before, but neither of them is absolute strength."

The typhoid fever stopped talking, and Chen Li was not a character who likes to talk, so the two walked to the fitness room in silence.

The current physical fitness training equipment is very advanced and can completely replace various outdoor sports. It records all the physical fitness data of the athletes in real time and formulates scientific and three-dimensional plans.

"What kind of sports do you like?" Chen Li raised his hand, his movements were captured by the central selector, and the introduction of various equipment was constantly changing.

Typhoid pursed his lips and read the instructions of various equipment expressionlessly.

"Don't worry too much about the safety, at least there will be no fractures." Chen Li said.

"I wish I could run faster."

Chen Li nodded, "Then run."

Typhoid ran the first three kilometers on the track treadmill, and when the red mark at the end came on, he stopped panting.

Chen Li paused for a while, he never liked detours when speaking, "How did you pass the physical fitness test back then."

Typhoid's face flushed red because of Chen Li's words.He leaned on the front frame of the machine and breathed out a few mouthfuls forcefully, and his breathing became more stable.

He said: "At that time, it was better than now...."

Chen Li thought to himself, this is mostly due to the counter-revolutionary, caught a technician desperately squeezed, in his memory typhoid fever was either working overtime, or on the way to overtime, always in a trance, dark circles under the eyes, neither human nor ghost.

"Why did the boss suddenly remember to ask you to practice physical fitness?" Chen Li asked casually.

Typhoid shook his head, but didn't answer.

"Then let's make another group." Chen Li motioned for Typhoid to stand up, and then reopened the track.

While running hard, Typhoid asked Chen Li with difficulty and intermittently, "Why, you don't have a gender advantage, but you have ... a physical advantage."

"If you have to say something," Chen Li paused, then replied calmly, "It may be because of training since childhood."

"How small?"

"From memory."

"Then you... are lucky." Typhoid's expression began to become painful, even though this speed is not fast at all, but the body that has lacked exercise all year round has suddenly increased training, and now the pain must have reached the limbs and bones.

Chen Li savored the words of Shanghan and his own experience. Lucky is a word with time span and space limitation. He can also be said to be lucky, compared with so many unfortunate people.

"You can, protect yourself..." Typhoid tried hard to recall the way of breathing he had learned, while continuing to talk to Chen Li, "Very, very lucky."

"There are times when I can't do anything." Chen Yue said lightly.

He understood why Typhoid suddenly started physical training, which was a very rare growth for a mercenary whose main business was electronic technology.

Many technicians spend their whole lives living in iron shells with computers like master brains.

"Then... At that time," the speed of the typhoid fever actually increased a bit compared to the beginning, he gritted his teeth and ran, still distracted from communicating with Chen Li, "what should I do?"

Some fragments flashed quickly in Chen Yue's mind, which was a magic box that he rarely opened on his own initiative.But because of the erosive paralysis of time, the feeling is no longer clear, and only informational emotional fragments can be released.

People seldom see themselves in their memories, so they remember crows more.

The girl's legs, arms, and finally turned into bloody pieces.

He has tried his best, but still let the crow maim his life.

He still remembered that he carried the crow through the rainforest, and the crow had a high fever on his back, and he fell asleep and woke up in a daze.

She has been humming a ballad in the northern dialect, the main idea of ​​the lyrics is: Where are you, brother, I am afraid that you will be lonely, afraid that you will be too tired, and afraid that you will be afraid, because I am also lonely, tired, and afraid when I am here .

While recalling the past, Chen Li said calmly, "There is no way, so I accepted."

The typhoid panting sound became louder and louder, as if a few rags were hanging in his throat, making a hissing sound.

He had no energy left to speak, and he focused on this "physical fitness test" wholeheartedly.

"Everyone has times when they are powerless, even if it is a counter-revolutionary, we are all human beings, not gods," Chen Li said, "You are the same, as a human being, having cowardice and weaknesses is not something to be embarrassed about."

"But it's good to be willing to improve."

Chen Li thought about it, and felt that he didn't need to say anything more. Shang Han was a very smart young man, and he even felt that he was not qualified to teach a high-achieving student in a national university.

The running track reached the finish line and came to a slow stop. Typhoid flung himself on the front frame. He was panting rapidly, his face was even a little purple, his lips were trembling all the time, his hands and feet were trembling violently, his whole body looked like It's like just out of the hot water.

Chen Li dug out a bottle of energy drink and handed it to Typhoid, and told him in advance, "Drink slowly, take a sip."

Typhoid flicked the hair in front of him in a trance, his hair was dripping with sweat, and his expression was painful.

Chen Li opened the drink and handed it to Typhoid again, "Drink slowly."

"Thank you." Shang Han said, took the bottle, and took a small sip as promised, which almost wetted his dry lips.

Chen Li was amused by Shang Han's obedient and careful look, curled the corners of his mouth, and softened his voice, "It can be more."

"I still want to run for a while." Typhoid put the bottle under his feet.

The orange transparent liquid shakes in the eco-friendly bottle, which is like the turbulent state of mind of most people in this era.

"Then come again." Chen Li stretched out his hand to support Typhoid's arm, the frail young man was already a little shaky, but the expression on his face was very stubborn.

Typhoid ran another group with difficulty, Chen Li asked him to stop and go to the massage room to relax.

"Don't be impatient." Chen Li said to Typhoid who staggered out of the massage room.

Typhoid nodded, he was drenched all over, his face was red and white, very ugly.

He leaned against the wall and sat down exhaustedly. Chen Li walked up to him and sat down too. He listened quietly to the heartbeat of typhoid fever for a while. Typhoid fever's cardiopulmonary function is not good.

"You may need a more professional trainer." Chen Li said truthfully.

Typhoid seemed to let go for a while, before moving his lips slowly, his voice was very soft, but speaking quickly, "I have taken genetics courses before, everyone is born different, and genetic characteristics will be with you for a lifetime, I'm not so lucky, my family members are short-lived, and even if they are alive, they are plagued by diseases."

Chen Li had never heard Shang Han talk about family affairs, he only vaguely knew that Shang Han was one of the few people among them who were bound by relatives, so they were always in need of money.

"If you have difficulties at home, I will try my best to help you solve them." Chen Li said.

Typhoid shook his head, "I'm an adult, I have to bear these."

"If you need my help, just ask." Chen Li said bluntly, he always followed his words, but he respected Shanghan's choice.

"No need." Typhoid refused very simply.

"Speak up if you need it." Chen Li still insisted on his own words, and was not discouraged by Shanghan's rejection.

Typhoid turned his head and glanced at Chen Li. He and Chen Li had no personal relationship, but they often went on missions together to serve as Chen Li's "eyes", so before he knew it, he could fully understand the other's words and deeds. meaning.

But even so, his story was never told to Chen Li, and Chen Li never told his own story.

He is very numb in social matters. Apart from rebelling against the revolution, he only talks more with the new kid.So even though he really wanted to ask what happened during the year and a half when Chen Li disappeared, he finally chose to keep silent.

"Go back and rest." Chen Li stood up first, then pulled the typhoid up, and patted the young man's thin shoulder.

When the two returned to the boxing gym, Fange and Bishamon had already left, Yan Qiang leaned aside and yawned, and when he heard the door knocking, he immediately turned his head away like a big alert dog.

After Chen Li got rid of the typhoid fever, he went back to rest first, and then walked over to Smoker and asked, "Losing?"

Smoker narrowed his sleepy eyes and said with a smile, "Guess."

"I will lose."

"I respect the old and love the young." The smoking gun reached out to wrap Chen Li's shoulders, and rubbed it skillfully in the hollow of his neck. His silver hair was smooth and soft, not tied at all.

"What did he tell you?" Chen Li asked.

Smoker raised his head, his eyes were soft, with a trace of moisture, he was a little surprised, "How do you know?"

"He has something to do with you, otherwise what's the point of making gestures with you." Chen Li was not polite.

"Fuck, you guys are so hurtful, obviously I was the most expensive before." Smoker muttered.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it."

"Hey, it's nothing, he told me to be nice to you, not to bully you, or he'll pick my skin off," Smoker said slowly, "You're the one who bullies me."

Chen Li glared at the pipe, he knew that it was absolutely impossible for the counter-revolutionaries to say such things.

But the next moment he wavered again. Maybe five or six years had passed, and the counter-revolution had really changed.But that has nothing to do with him, unfortunately Pearl died long ago.

"I'm willing." Smoker hugged Chen Li even tighter, he was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes, his voice was muffled, soft and low, and it made people's ears warm.

Chen Li turned his head and pecked lightly on his face, "I'm sleepy, go home."

The smoking gun laughed, and a kiss could satisfy him to the point of satisfaction. The beautiful and deep eyebrows and eyes were full of smiles, piled there thickly, like sweet thick cream mixed with honey and smeared on it.

"Boss asked us to go to a ghost place tomorrow, and the ghost has escaped."

Chen Li let out an "ah", a little surprised, "Run away? What do you mean?"

"Literally, so he asked us to take a look."

"Just right, I've been curious about what's in that place since I was a child." Chen Li was eager to try.

Smoker said with a smile, "Then I can only risk my life to be with my wife."

Chen Li slammed an elbow on Yan Qiang's stomach as a response, Yan Qiang was caught off guard, and he took two steps back while clutching his stomach with an "Aww", hissing in pain.

Chen Li ignored his somewhat genuine and somewhat false cries of pain, and walked outside.

He thought, he must have given Lao Yan too much face recently, making him so presumptuous that he dared to say any nonsense.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he turned around abruptly, startling the smoker who was following him, and immediately took another step back, with a look of horror on his face.

His fists were not clenched yet, and he was somewhat out of breath when he saw the appearance of the smoking gun.

With a serious face, Chen Li said in a deep voice, "Come here."

Smoker knew that Chen Li was not really angry, so he hurriedly approached with a playful smile, "Hey."

"That's the name after marriage." Chen Yue said seriously.

Smoker didn't expect it to be because of this. He grabbed Chen Li's hand with a look of surprise mixed with affection, "As long as you want, get married tomorrow."

Chen Yue went on with a blank expression, "We can't get married in the legal sense, because we don't have a legal identity."

"Then when..."

"So you can never call it that." Chen Li said coldly.

Smoker suddenly looked mournful.