mayfly era

In the morning of the next day, Typhoid sent over the information on the "isolated island in the city". The information was very scarce, and there was only some geographical information, which could not provide evidence for various rumors.

Smoker touched his chin, "Do I need to bring special medicine? Then I have to go back to the base."

Chen Li tied the equipment bag around his waist, put it together with the ribs, and then put on his shirt, covering the hem of the shirt, making it impossible to see that he was carrying a lot of equipment.

"No," Chen Li said, "There is nothing poisonous in a place that has been abandoned for so many years. At most, small animals bite you, and they are afraid of nicotine poisoning."

Smoker couldn't laugh or cry, "That's the place where 'ghosts' lived, full of unknown fears."

"Then you know what works?" Chen Li said angrily.

"Well," Smoker threw up his hands in surrender, "I don't know, sorry."

"You're welcome, if you have any suggestions, I will reject them."

"No, you have the final say," Smoker bent over to pick up Chen Li's hovering wing bag, and said, "Would you like to give me your equipment bag as well."

Chen Li was puzzled, "Why?"

"Your legs are not good yet, I feel bad." Smoker said with a smile.

Chen Yue put on his coat and stuffed some thin resin blades into the pouch—this was his bullet.

He said casually, "Why don't you carry me on your back together."

"Sure." Smoker's eyes lit up.

"Nonsense, stop treating me like trash."

"Oh, that's not what I meant."

"Okay, let's go." Chen Li stretched out his hand to rub the silver hair of a pipe.

Dog fur is so soft.

***

Dirt alley.

Central City is cold and windy, and frost is everywhere, but here it is still warm and cozy, and the air is filled with the smell of charcoal fire and flowers.

This is probably the only place in Central City where you can smell charcoal fire. A synthetic aromatherapy company once traveled all the way here to obtain the smell of charcoal fire for their retro series, and then synthesized it with chemicals, resulting in a large sales volume.

The old woman threw a handful of scraps of wood into the burning fireplace.Her fireplace looked like it was at least 50 years old, the interior walls were all blackened, and the carved iron was burnt to a shiny shine by the charcoal grease.

T stared at the fireplace curiously. After all, in this era, fireplaces are more like collectibles and antiques than heating equipment.

The old woman actually used it to burn charcoal, and it was very warm.It is said that she bought wood scraps from an environmental bag factory and processed them into charcoal by herself.

"Are you panicking?" the old woman asked.

"Not choking." T said with a smile.

"I'm going to distribute relief in the afternoon, do you want to come with me?" the old woman asked again.

T thought for a while, shook his head and said, "No, I shouldn't be standing there."

The old woman understood his thoughts and didn't force her. There were complex emotions in her eyes.That kind of complexity made her young eyes seem to have aged a lot in an instant.

"Teacher, I definitely don't belong here," T bit the end of his pen between his teeth for a while, "but I don't seem to belong there either, I don't know where I should stand."

The old woman held her chin and slowly stroked the edge of her jaw. Her flesh had already lost to the years and began to droop, but her eyes were still bright.

She touched in silence for a while, and said to T, "People don't have to belong to a place. We can stay in the village by the river, or we can keep climbing the mountain, even if there is only snow on the top of the mountain."

T shook his head, "Many people have no chance to choose."

"They are poor," said the old woman, "but you have a chance, why miss it, just because you pity them?"

"Teacher, is it true that the voice of an ordinary person can never resound through this country?"

The old woman touched the edge of her jaw again. She was touching the marks brought about by her age, as if she was thinking with the thoughts that had been settled for more than 130 years.

"Unfortunately, I don't think so," said the old woman.

T's face became ugly, and he bit his lip suddenly.

"If an ordinary person is pushed to the top of the world theory, he is no longer a person, but a symbol, or many people," the old woman said calmly, "he will be coerced and become a bearer." container for the interests of others."

"I don't understand, and I don't agree," T said.

"There are hundreds of millions of people in this country, and the superposition of voice volume will definitely wake up this era." The old woman sighed and did not continue.

At this time, the mermaid ornaments on the table suddenly played harsh music, and the old woman's expression changed. T didn't know that this simple and childish ornament was actually a siren.

The old woman grabbed the ornament, looked at it for a while, and then put it down again. She let out a sigh of relief.

"Do I need to avoid it?" T asked.

"It's already at the door." The old woman pointed to the closed thick wooden door.

Sure enough, the next second, there was a knock on the door.Knocking three times at a constant speed was just a sign of politeness rather than a question. Before the old lady could respond, the door was pushed open.

The bright but not warm sun suddenly shone in at noon, making the figure of the visitor unrecognizable.

But it can be seen that there is an extremely tall man among them, like an iron tower, who even needs to bend down to enter the door.He opened the door, then lowered his head and pressed his body against the door, allowing another person to step into the door slowly.

The door was closed and closed again, and the appearances of those who came became clear.In addition to the overly tall man, there was also an old man, wearing a gray fine fleece sweater and straight black pants. The tall man was holding the coat he had just taken off in his arms.

The old man didn't say hello, and sat directly opposite T and the old woman. T didn't know this old man, but when the old man saw him, his expression changed for a moment, and in the next second, the old man changed his expression to frivolous and playful.

"Cong Shuai, long time no see." The kindness and friendliness on the old woman's face was gone, she was expressionless, looking indifferent and alienated.

"Long time no see, ma'am." Marshal Cong smiled slightly, "Is this Mr. Ling?"

The old woman shook her head, she pushed T on the shoulder, "Go to work."

T stood up quickly, stopped touching the things on the table, and nodded hurriedly to Marshal Cong, and was about to leave, but was stopped by Marshal Cong.

"Little guy, how old are you?" Marshal Cong asked.

"Nineteen." T stole a glance at the old woman's expression, showing a timid look.

"Nineteen, that's right. If it's a plant, it's the age of fluff." Marshal Cong obviously doesn't care if such frivolous words and deeds will affect his image, "It will become difficult in a few years, so we can't have it." .”

T didn't speak, just lowered his head blindly, his thin body seemed to shake a little because of fear.

"Do you like dresses? Your waist fits you well."

Marshal Cong's words were already very explicit.

T raised his head and looked at Marshal Cong. Although there was panic in his eyes, the temper in his bones made him unable to bear it.

"Sorry, I don't wear dresses, it makes me unsteady."

Marshal Cong smiled, but his smile was not half as kind as the elder's, it was full of coldness, "Not bad, interesting kid."

"Let's go." The old woman pushed again, T grabbed his small backpack and ran out quickly.

"Is this your new student?" Marshal Cong asked.

"No, the boy who helped me clean up the sundries." The old woman said.

Marshal Cong smiled narrowly, "It's an insignificant bug."

"You have been married so many times, and your family is full of beautiful family members from famous families, why are you interested in a poor boy." The old woman's tone was calm.

"I know him."

The old woman was a little surprised.

Marshal Cong asked the tall man beside him to go out to make tea, and he said to the old woman, "Minzhe, you don't have to play dumb with me, we've known each other for almost 50 years."

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

"That little bug's man is Mei Zhuan."

The old woman frowned slightly, "I don't know Mei Zhuan, who is he?"

Marshal Cong stared into the old woman's eyes to discern whether the old woman was lying.The atmosphere of silence made people uncomfortable, especially under the gaze of Marshal Cong, a man with absolute coercion, but the old woman stood still and looked back calmly.

"Okay, nothing." Marshal Cong withdrew his gaze.

"What do you want from me?" the old woman said, "It's still the old rules from decades ago."

Marshal Cong seemed in a good mood, his wrinkles seemed to dance on his face when he smiled, "I want to talk to you, aren't we old friends?"

"I'm afraid to be friends with someone like you." The old woman said coldly.

"Are you still thinking about that matter?" Marshal Cong's voice was sharp and high-spirited, and no matter what he said, he seemed to be blaming him.

The old woman snorted coldly, "Why can't I care about it?"

The tall man who went out to draw water came back, and he started to boil tea with his clumsy hands, but he accidentally made a noise, and his whole body trembled.

The atmosphere in the room was extremely cold, and the crisp sound of metal colliding made the atmosphere even colder.

"Minzhe, my good sister, it's been eight years. It doesn't make sense that you still can't let it go for eight years." Marshal Cong softened his tone.

"You are in such a good mood, so good that you can suddenly accommodate others. Let me guess which beautiful woman you have newly married." The old woman said.

Marshal Cong picked up the teacup and looked at the yellow-brown tea soup inside, then put it down dissatisfied, "I'm in a good mood, but it's not because I married a woman."

"Then why?"

"I found something very important." Marshal Cong had a relaxed smile on his face, as if drinking a cup of smoky hot wine.

"What do you want, it's not just a matter of moving your mouth."

"'It' is different, I spent a lot of effort to retrieve 'it' from the belly of the white whale."

"In the belly of the white whale?" The old woman laughed and shook her head self-consciously, "Even if you don't want to tell me, you don't have to make up such outrageous things to lie to me. It's acid, what can you find, rotting bone?"

"You don't need to know how I put it in and how I took it out, and I won't tell you." Marshal Cong was a little impatient.

"The reception is not good, Shuai Cong, please come back." The old woman stood up.

Marshal Cong didn't move, he looked at the old woman, those beast-like eyes could almost penetrate people.

"We have an agreement." The old woman said again.

"I was very disappointed that you chose to help the Chen family back then." Marshal Cong's voice was heavy and sharp like a thunderstorm.

The old woman had no expression on her face. She put her hands on the table and leaned slightly, "I helped you too."

"I thanked you." Marshal Cong said.

"I've saved your life twice." The old woman uttered these words clearly again, every word clanging.

Marshal Cong tilted his head, "Thank you very much."

"I regret it now."