Great God collection system

A few months ago, Lin Qiu would probably have laughed and hinted mildly, "I can't fucking do this."

If it were a few days ago, he would just chuckle, get angry directly, and even taunt at the end.

Now, looking at Minister Luo with a calm expression, he was suddenly puzzled, and typed: "Why are you so afraid of death?"

Minister Luo seemed a little surprised. After a moment of silence, he said, "Who is not afraid of death?"

"Everyone must die." Lin Qiu typed slowly, "Even if you can live forever, your relatives will die, your time will eventually pass, and this world will become a world you no longer know."

"So what? I'm still alive!" Minister Luo yelled, "I don't need you to tell me how to live. I have eaten more salt than you have traveled!"

Lin Qiu calmly looked at this well-maintained face, even so, the traces of time could be seen in the eyes and wrinkles.

"You know very well that immortality is impossible." Lin Qiu wrote down this standard answer, "It was impossible in the past, present, and future."

Minister Luo sneered: "I just want that..."

"He can't use the resurrection technique on people other than his relatives." Lin Qiu cut off Minister Luo's last hope, "It's impossible to become younger."

Minister Luo asked blankly: "Do you not want to, or can't?"

"No." Lin Qiu simply replied.

There was a crack in Minister Luo's expression, as if something was broken, he looked down at his knees, and after a long time he said, "What about the disease? Can Alzheimer's be cured?"

Lin Qiu was a little surprised. Minister Luo's face showed firmness and anticipation, but it didn't come from himself. It took him a long time to reply: "You can try."

Things were going in a strange direction. Lin Qiu notified the single dad Bell, who expressed his willingness to help.

Minister Luo's smile is not good at all, he is a greasy old man after all, but he looks at his wife with such a enviable expression, at least Bell is very moved, for him as a foreigner, this is a Chinese old man Fei Lin Qiu tried his best not to reveal the background of the story of trying to save his beloved wife.

Bell obtained the "Back to Life" in the "cure", but this does not mean that his "cure" is strong enough. The complication of this brain disease is that even if the awakening skill restores the brain to its best state, the memory It is also irrecoverable.

"Who are you?" After Bell was exhausted, the eyes of Mr. Luo's wife slowly recovered, and the change from chaos to rationality was obvious. She looked around and frowned, "Where is this? My dad Woolen cloth?"

The degenerative brain may return to a normal state, but she does not remember the 30-plus years with Minister Luo.

This scene is really indescribable.

Lin Qiu and Bell backed out quietly, and Minister Luo didn't stop him. He didn't think that Minister Luo would be grateful to Dade for giving up. At least he didn't want to disturb at this moment.

"Poor man..." Bell muttered, with a look of emotion on his face, "he reminds me of my wife."

Lin Qiu asked casually, "Have you thought about any plans for the future?"

"The future?" Bell looked up, with a blank expression on his face.

To be honest, the school life is quite good, much better than Bell’s original life in England. Miles helped a lot, and the attitude of the students made him feel comfortable. Here, he is respected and even envied, even if he Didn't do either.

"If you want to go back to the UK, I have to remind you of one thing." Lin Qiu finished talking about "Haiyan" in a few words, without embellishing or avoiding the important things, "and the awakened one who was killed in Naples, of course I I want to keep you safe, but I don’t have the ability to protect you in England at the moment. Your daughter will also be very close to the Earth’s forces in the future, and she is likely to acquire awakening skills at a young age, you must consider these.”

"I know!" Bell yelled anxiously, and then felt a little frustrated, "I know all of this, and I can imagine what will happen to me, but that's my hometown..."

Yes, my hometown.

Lin Qiu couldn't help but sigh with emotion, human beings are really easy to be manipulated by emotions, thinking about heaven and hell.

"I need to think about it again." Bell resorted to the "drag" family decision.

Lin Qiu did not object.

Minister Luo was solved, Bell was temporarily appeased, the pond at home was dug, and New Year's Eve was here.Ever since he was 22 years old, no, even earlier, the concept of home did not exist for Lin Qiu. On the days of family reunion, he always turned on the computer and worked dullly until dawn, unable to sleep or hungry, as if The soul floats in the air and looks down at the lights of the earth.

Although she is a local, Lao Ding still wants to go home on New Year’s Eve. Granny Lu invited Lao Ding several times to bring her family to the villa but failed. In the end, she decided to go home with Lao Ding for New Year’s Eve dinner. Decide.

Yan Dongnian is enthusiastically repairing the pond. The only requirement for the New Year’s Eve meal is hot food. Xiao Yezi does not have any requirements. When she was in the United States, she just had a meal with the Prophet. Going on a short trip is full of expectations.

Lao Ding prepared a table of meals in advance on New Year's Eve, and left after saying hello to Lin Qiu after five o'clock. Granny Lu dressed up very dignifiedly and elegantly, and followed Lao Ding's arm.Before Lin Qiu knew it, the two had become very close.

"Grandma bought tens of thousands of clothes!" Xiao Yezi said in an exaggerated tone, "I even prepared a big red envelope for Lao Ding's grandson!"

"Where did the prophet get the money?" Lin Qiu asked a little strangely.

There is a separate Alipay at home, and any family expenses can be withdrawn at will. From the car purchased by Granny Lu to the grocery shopping of Lao Ding, everything is paid from this account, but Lin Qiu did not find Granny Lu's clothing expenses from this account.

Of course, Little Leaf doesn’t have any income. Barrick has a part-time income from working in a milk tea shop. Granny Lu is said to have started a “WeChat fortune-telling” business, but fishing for three days and posting on the net for two days is not a good thing at all.

"The Awakening Office pays wages." Xiao Yezi stunned Lin Qiu as soon as she opened her mouth, "Me too!"

"You have it too?" Lin Qiu blinked and blurted out, "How much is it?"

Xiao Yezi pouted: "How can you ask such privacy?"

Lin Qiu said with some embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I just asked, you don't need to answer."

Xiao Yezi burst into laughter: "I'm just kidding, 2120 yuan a month! Brother Lin, don't you have any?"

Lin Qiu was stunned: "That's all?"

"It's good to have it." Xiao Yezi jumped off the sofa and ran to the kitchen, "I'll serve the dishes, and Barrick will be off work after a while!"

"That's the minimum wage in Beijing in 2109." After Xiao Yezi left, the system immediately jumped out, "You have it too."

"Me too?" Lin Qiu said in surprise.

"It's the same 2120 yuan, and there are five social insurances and one housing fund!" The system's words were not without ridicule, "But you have a national special talent allowance."

At this time, Lin Qiu didn't care anymore, probably because of the symbolic care of Awakening Office, and asked casually, "Really? How much?"

"72000 yuan a month."

"……What?"

"Seventy-two thousand yuan."

Lin Qiu was stunned for a long time, and asked, "The account under my name, excluding the real estate, how much liquid capital is there on the book?"

"3000 two million."

"...?"

Damn, am I already a multi-millionaire?

Lin Qiu thought far away in an instant. All the things that he was reluctant to buy and couldn't afford in the past all jumped into his mind, and he couldn't get rid of them. Food and drink, travel to Antarctica...

"You are still far away from the demolition masters and aunts in Beijing." The system mocked, "Besides, you don't have so much time to go out and play, and the country will not allow you to run around. Finally, Xiao Yang asked for a call."

It's that simple to fall from fantasy to reality.

"I've already arranged a symposium with domestic companies. When are you free?" Xiao Yang asked straight to the point.

Lin Qiu recalled those leisurely and happy travel plans, and suddenly sighed.

The atmosphere of New Year's Eve in the city is not very strong. Sitting at the table, Lin Qiu looked at the severe winter year on the left and the little leaves on the right, feeling a little flustered for no reason.

"What's the matter?" Ever since Yan Dongnian became Lin Qiu's awakener, as long as the distance between the two sides is close enough, Yan Dongnian can always feel his emotional changes keenly, which makes him very upset, but Yan Dongnian claims that this is just an accident. It was something natural and unavoidable, and gradually he got used to it.

"I just feel...a sense of unreality." Lin Qiu said hesitantly, "It's as if when you open your eyes, you will find that it's all a dream."

Yan Dongnian blinked, put his arms on the table and leaned over to kiss Lin Qiu lightly, very gentle and short, while Barrick and Xiao Yezi at the same table did not respond at all, as if it was a matter of course.

Lin Qiu even took it for granted, and just asked blankly, "What are you doing?"

"No, just to kiss you." Yan Dongnian smiled contentedly, and said while keeping a close posture, "Does it still feel like a dream?"

Lin Qiu rolled his eyes: "I definitely wouldn't have this dream of kissing a man."

Yan Dongnian sat back and said casually, "Have you ever dreamed of kissing a woman?"

"Who hasn't had a spring dream?" Lin Qiu said unconvinced.

Yan Dongnian was like a husky with ears pricked up, and said vigilantly, "With whom?"

"Dream! That's a dream!" Lin Qiu emphasized, "What are you talking about?"

"What what?" Xiao Yezi yelled with her mouth full, "Brother Lin, where is my red envelope?"

"Only on the first day of the Lunar New Year." Lin Qiu replied, "Don't talk when you're eating."

"Why are you like your mother-in-law?" Xiao Yezi curled her lips, "Balick, pass me that dish."

"Chinese people don't serve food." Balik said honestly, "Don't talk while eating."

"Ah—you people!"

This night was very ordinary, just like tens of thousands of ordinary Chinese families, eating, turning on the TV and using the Spring Festival Gala as the background sound, receiving and replying to text messages, staying up until midnight to congratulate each other on a happy new year, and hugging a sleeping child go to bed—

Just like a normal family.

"Happy New Year, Ah Qiu." Yan Dongnian "attacked" Lin Qiu from behind, and whispered in his ear.

Lin Qiu has become accustomed to Yan Dongnian's "harassment", staring at the phone unconsciously, slightly turning his head and rubbing Yan Dongnian's cheek, like a polite close kiss - no matter when it is tender and smooth The baby's skin is full of touch - he said in his heart: "Happy New Year."

Yan Dongnian's smile was full of success.

At eight o'clock in the morning on the first day of the Lunar New Year, Xiao Yang received a text message from Lin Qiu: Happy New Year, I am going to start the awakening ceremony tomorrow, can I meet those big bosses today?

Xiao Yang stared at the text message for a full minute, and the first thought that crossed his mind was: Can I ask for a salary increase?