What Q Tower hates most is seeing other people show affection in front of him. Why do you come and I come, and you have to rush to give it away even if you want to die? He jumped two meters high, kicked over a potted plant with one flying kick, and yelled: "Chirp! Chirp!"
The love brain is gone, let the Chiu Mi Man save the world!
Damn it.
Yan Yueming opened her mouth in surprise and watched helplessly as the potted plant smashed into pieces with a clang, and the soil spread out, revealing the root system of the sapling.
This is not the end.
The falling Q Tower stepped on the small sapling with a gymnastic falling movement. Yan Yueming only heard a "click" sound, and the new branch was trampled off.
Yan Yueming's expression cracked. Even Li Zheng and Tang Qiao, who were used to seeing strong winds and waves, fell into a brief silence. Everyone stared at the trampled saplings, and the room was filled with silence.
The next second, Q Tower's jelly-like body suddenly fell to the ground, stiff and stiff. There was an even stronger wind outside the ship, and the roar seemed to tear the entire ship apart.
"What's wrong?!"
The sound of messy footsteps sounded. Before the other people on the boat could figure out what happened, Yu Xiang's desperate counterattack knocked them down one by one. They groaned, and their bodies fell straight down like telegraph poles. Their brains felt like they had been hit bluntly, and they instantly lost control of their bodies.
who I am?
Where am I?
What am I doing?
Before they could regain control of their thoughts, the Yihong Boat suddenly flipped over, causing the earth to spin and the fall to the point where everyone's internal organs were almost displaced. After finally falling back to the floor, Yan Yueming groaned and felt that most of his life was gone.
He raised his head with difficulty. From his angle, he could see the black tentacles waving wildly outside the broken paper window. The stinking vines continued to be torn apart and continued to grow wildly, while the zombies were dropped into the water like dumplings.
The truth seemed to have the upper hand, but Yan Yueming keenly sensed that its power seemed to be weakening. Because he saw light, the obscured sun's light began to appear through the black fog again.
It really works! They succeeded! Huge joy swept through Yan Yueming's heart. He ignored his painful body and his brain that was about to be torn apart, and turned around to look for the trampled tree.
Wild fire, in spring.
Yan Yueming didn't think that cutting off the branches would directly kill the tree. He would have to completely pull out the roots or simply burn them. He climbed up with difficulty and searched around, not even bothering to confirm the safety of his aunt and senior, and finally found a sapling in the corner.
However, at this moment, the black tentacles seemed to have finally locked onto the position of the small nuclear boat, and a tentacle as thin as a snake penetrated through the broken paper window.
"Xiao Ming!" Tang Qiao shouted quickly, but there was no time to rescue her because her legs were pressed by the overturned table and chairs, and broken wood pieces penetrated into her calves, making it difficult for her to move.
Where is Yan Yueming at this moment? He heard the cry, but he couldn't pay much attention to it. He pulled out the small golden ax with all his strength and struck desperately at the roots of the sapling.
Jin Kemu.
It's too late to burn, success or failure depends on this one move.
Golden light suddenly appears, followed by dark shadows.
At the critical moment, a cold light flashed through, and the slender silver crochet needle stabbed the black snake, killing it.
It was firmly nailed to the floor. Yan Yueming used all his strength and took the opportunity to cut off the roots of the sapling.
This was undoubtedly an attempt to stir up trouble on Tai Sui's head and seek his own death. However, in just one breath, the Yihong boat was completely overturned.
Yan Yueming only had time to grab the broken root and hold it in his hand, never giving the chance to take it back and plant it again. At the last second before losing consciousness, he saw the water of the Tianhe pouring in from the window, saw the collapsing ceiling hitting his aunt, and saw the senior reaching out to him, but was submerged by the water in the blink of an eye.
Are they all going to die?
It would be nice if we could die together, Yan Yueming thought. He was so tired, his body ached so much, and it felt like his brain would explode if he thought about it for one more second.
He was also prepared to die. Before he came to Hu Di, he had done a lot of psychological construction for himself. He was afraid of death, very afraid of death. It is human nature to be afraid of death. Yan Yueming never denied his timidity.
But for me who is so timid, one day I can die so heroically. Isn’t it a miracle of life?
Immediately afterwards, a chaos enveloped Yan Yueming, and he completely lost his consciousness. But in that chaos, he seemed to feel a little warmth.
It was like the blood vessels in his brain were broken, warm blood enveloped him, and the pain-sensing nerves were cut off, making him less painful. He felt like a lone boat rocking on the water, rocking and rocking. When the wind and waves gradually subsided, he felt like he was back in the warm embrace of his mother when he was a child.
Everything is so stable.
"Xiao Ming? Xiao Ming?"
A familiar voice sounded, and Yan Yueming woke up from the chaos again.
The warm sunlight shines down, even a little dazzling. He subconsciously raised his head to cover himself, opened his sleepy eyes, and saw the person calling him through his fingers.
It's my aunt.
My aunt was wearing a bohemian-style dress today, her long wavy hair was casually tied with a hair tie, and her smile was still so bright. "It's already ten o'clock, can't you afford it? Didn't I say that I have guests today?" Come?"
As she said this, she blinked narrowly at Yan Yueming.
Yan Yueming was stunned for a moment, vaguely remembering something, but not sure. Maybe he was still a little confused when he woke up in the morning, so he looked a little confused.
Tang Qiao couldn't help but ruffled his hair, "Why did you get so sleepy that you fell asleep? You didn't forget that you still have a boyfriend, right?"
Boy friend?
A face suddenly appeared in Yan Yueming's mind, and at this moment, the sound of a motorcycle came from the alley outside the window. Ignoring his aunt's joking gaze, he quickly got up from the bed, stepped on the chair, leaned on the desk by the window, opened the window and looked out.
The summer wind blows by, bringing a bit of heat, but it is not as overbearing as the sweltering heat. A few cicadas chirped from the big trees near the alley. Amidst the chirping of the cicadas, the roar of the locomotive stopped.
A pair of long legs wearing motorcycle boots landed on the ground, and his bony fingers pulled out the key hanging with the dog pendant. The driver took off his helmet and looked up, just in time to see Yan Yueming sticking his head out of the window.
"Senior..." Yan Yueming looked straight at him, eyes widening slightly.
"Come back quickly." Tang Qiao pulled him back with hatred, "Look at you, your soul is about to be taken away. Although you are indeed a good boyfriend, we must take the initiative! Take the initiative to understand No
Understand? Xiao Ming, you are my aunt’s nephew. It’s hard to find a three-legged man, but aren’t there many two-legged men? Although your boyfriend’s legs are a bit longer, he only has a small advantage..."
Yan Yueming was dizzy from her reading, but finally remembered something important today. Isn't this the first time he has a senior come to visit him after his showdown with his aunt?
What's worse, he just got up and his hair is a mess.
"Auntie, stop reading, I'm going to be too late!" Yan Yueming rushed into the bathroom at a speed of 800 miles. There was no time to wash the fragrance, so he quickly turned on the faucet, brushed his teeth and washed his face. He looked up at the bird's nest head in the mirror, and angrily wet a towel with hot water and covered it with his head, trying to suppress the raised hair.
It's so miserable. Why did he oversleep today?
When he finally cleaned himself up, the doorbell rang. Yan Yue Mingzheng didn't know what to do, so Tang Qiao pushed him back to the bedroom, "Don't worry, I've prepared clothes for you. I won't let you lose face. I'll entertain him first, and you can change slowly." The protagonist always appears last, right?"
Yan Yueming wanted to say that it was wrong. It was the first time he visited the house, and he took his time to change his clothes. Everything he wore was wrong. But there's something wrong with that, it's not enough in front of my aunt.
Because what my aunt says is always right.
Yan Yueming returned to the room and saw matching clothes on the bed. I don’t know when my aunt bought such a cut and high-quality clothing, and how much she spent.
He was touched, a little embarrassed, but also a little excited. Picking up the clothes and looking left and right, he was about to change when he caught a glimpse of a pot of green plants on the windowsill.
The green plants were a little "downcast". Yan Yueming muttered that he had forgotten to water them, so he naturally put down his clothes and went over to pick up the kettle.
While watering, he paused suddenly.
On this windowsill...is there such a pot of green plant? The green one, oh yes, is Xiao Green.
Yan Yueming remembered it and stopped worrying. He quickly poured water and went to change clothes. Putting on the exquisitely tailored clothes and taking off his black-rimmed glasses, he seemed to have transformed from an ordinary Xiao Ming into a pampered young master.
But the young master seemed to be missing something. He looked down and remembered - he was still missing a watch.
Yan Yueming looked at his empty wrist and inexplicably felt that he was missing a watch. But with his family background, he only bought an electronic watch when he was a child. How could he afford a watch worthy of his status as a young master?
strangeness.
"Xiao Ming." His aunt called him again.
Yan Yueming shook his head, got rid of those strange thoughts, and hurried out. The senior was standing in the living room, looking at the photos hanging on the wall. His expression was cold, but when he saw Yan Yueming, his eyes would always soften unconsciously. He loved the house and the bird, and respected his aunt very much. He even brought her a bouquet of her favorite flowers.
As for why he is called senior?
Because Yan Yueming decided to take the postgraduate entrance exam some time ago, the tutor he applied for was his senior’s teacher. He is said to be a teacher, but in fact he is also an adoptive father. They live together at No. 111 Huayuan Road. The senior actually graduated a long time ago and now runs a flower shop called Bailiangjin.
As soon as Yan Yueming saw each other, the details of love automatically came to mind. From the first meeting, to confession, to holding hands for the first time, all the heart-warming moments are vividly remembered.
But he felt it was a bit unreal. Could such a happy life really be something he could have?
"What are you doing standing still?"
Tang Qiao came out of the kitchen with a fruit plate and glanced at him doubtfully.
"No."
Yan Yueming quickly shook his head, took the fruit plate on his own initiative, and stepped forward to talk to the senior. The senior probably saw that he was nervous, so when his aunt turned around, he held his hand.
"It's okay," he said.
Yan Yueming's heart calmed down a little, and he sat down next to his senior obediently, eating the fruit plate with him and chatting with his aunt. After a while, the three of them prepared another lunch together.
My aunt is always so funny and has something to talk to no matter who she meets. The senior has no stage fright at all. Although he doesn't talk much, he can answer every question asked by his aunt.
As they talked, the topic turned to the issue of Xiao Ming's widowed aunt staying alone in the empty house after her marriage. Yan Yueming blushed so hard that her skin was almost burning, but her aunt was still laughing.
After finally finishing the meal and sitting for a while, the senior stood up and left. Yan Yueming sent him downstairs, but when he got there, he abducted him again.
The locomotive drove out of Puxiaizi Lane again like a whirlwind. Yan Yueming hugged the senior's waist. When he looked back, his aunt was leaning against the window and waving to him.
The summer wind blew her hair, so beautiful.
Yan Yueming's mood also brightened up. He was really happy, so happy, so happy. He felt that he had everything. He was free in his car and could go anywhere as long as the person he loved was by his side.
But when he got home, closed the door, and was alone in the room, that uneasy feeling came again.
Yan Yueming felt his heartbeat and slowly squatted on the ground. He looked at his own shadow in the moonlight, so real, as if the happy days he had were also real.
But does he really have it? Do I, who is so ordinary, cautious and cautious, and seems to have spent a lot of effort to get to where I am today, really have such an incredibly happy life?
Anxiety and uneasiness gnawed at his heart. It was clear that everything was at his fingertips, but there was a sense of fear that his virtue was not matched. Yan Yueming was never greedy. His parents passed away early, so he just wanted his aunt to be by his side.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't get the first place in the exam. He doesn't want to be a chicken head or a phoenix tail. As long as he is stable and can live a good life, it is enough.
He never asked for the glamorous life that others envied, because asking for too much would be bad. He has always understood this truth and cannot ask for more.
If you have too much, you will lose it.
So panicked.
Yan Yueming clutched the clothes in her heart, unable to calm down. He wanted to tell his aunt and his senior about this feeling, but he picked up the phone and couldn't dial the number.
How did that happen? Yan Yueming didn't understand.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. Time kept ticking, but he seemed to be stuck in place, trapped in the shadow of the clock. Looking at it, he noticed his empty wrist again.
He remembered again that he should have a watch, so he stood up and started looking for it.
After searching and searching, Yan Yueming's eyes finally landed on the drawer of the bedside desk. He had a vague feeling that the watch was inside. There should be a watch there.
But just when his hand was about to open the drawer, he retracted it as fast as lightning.
no.
If you pull away, you will lose it.
Yan Yueming buried herself in the quilt, like an ostrich.
The next day was another sunny day.
The senior came to pick him up from school and brought him and his aunt breakfast. Yan Yueming opened the bedroom window and looked at him as usual. The senior raised his head, his face looked particularly handsome in the sunshine. Yan Yueming happily ran to him and took his car to class. Everyone envied him.
But when he was alone, he was always anxious, and life seemed to split in two in front of him, but his aunt and senior never asked him why.
Yan Yueming hid behind the door and cried quietly, like an ostrich hiding in the shadow of the clock. No one knows what he is crying about, only time knows.
When daytime came, he became happy again. He would hold the hand of his senior and walk on the road. He would secretly watch the macho performance with his aunt while carrying his senior on his back.
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"Tick."
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Sweeping by the boundless water, Yan Yueming suddenly returned from the sunny summer day to the turbulent Tianhe River. The Yihong boat capsized completely and began to disintegrate. He opened his eyes and saw the senior reaching out to him.
He also tried his best to reach out to him, but the ruthless water dispersed them in an instant.
Yan Yueming knows, he knows, that when he asks for too much, he will always lose.
The sad song of flowing water resounded throughout Hudi, but in the upper city, the sun was shining.
Each "New World Book" was burned to the ground, and more and more people joined the ranks of the desperate people. The Qi Bureau kept broadcasting, but everyone still had no idea. Today's battle may seem like an upgraded version of legal swearing activities, but in the final analysis, the war of consciousness is mysterious, ethereal, and cannot be grounded.
There seems to be no specific standard for how to fight and how to win.
In such uncertainty, in a tense, unbearable, seemingly full of hope yet despairing time, suddenly, someone seemed to have sensed something, and raised his head in astonishment, looking to the sky.
Many people have done the same thing. At that moment, their brains relaxed, as if some restraint was gone.
It was at this moment that everyone clearly felt that the lie no longer existed.
"Dear fellow citizens."
The anchor sitting in front of the announce table has been replaced by newcomer Shen Yinchuan. He looked firmly at the camera, as if looking at the tens of thousands of people in the city above, and at the companions who were constantly sacrificing themselves in the gaps, and said: "The decisive opportunity has arrived."
"Please, Zhensheng."
"Please, shout."
"From this moment on, nothing can stop the consciousness of self and the soul of freedom."!
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