After Chen Yang finished speaking, Chao Jian paused for an imperceptible moment, then he pulled out a chair and sat down as if he was deaf.
Chen Yang threw back the quilt and got out of bed. His pajamas were clean and still smelled of laundry soap, and his body was also dry.
No matter whether it is tangible or intangible, everything in the mission world cannot be brought back to the real world.
In addition to mental and psychological trauma.
Chen Yang hooked his slippers and put them on, then walked to the table to pour himself some water. The water in the thermos was neither hot nor cold, just right. He gulped down a glass and let out a long sigh of relief.
"I can't handle it. I have a headache."
Chao Jian said nothing.
Chen Yang put down the cup, all kinds of people, things and events in his mind.
Yesterday he and Chao Jian went to Chen Xishuang's hometown. At the rest stop, they met Xiangdong and his gang, as well as an old worker who suffered from severe PTSD and died of a drug addiction.
His hand was injured last night at Chen Xishuang's house. Today during the day he went back to Sanlianqiao to deliver herbs to his neighbors, visited Uncle Wu, and brought back Wu Yu's puppy.
Next, I entered the mission world before going to bed tonight.
It is night now... Chen Yang took out his phone and looked at it. It was 23:19.
The timeline is confusing.
Chen Yang said to his partner seriously: "I still think we need a sense of ceremony to celebrate our return, which will also help to distinguish the two worlds."
Before he finished speaking, he rushed forward.
Chao Jian's back suddenly stiffened.
Chen Yang didn't notice anything unusual about the young man. He just kept hugging him in a daze, and a thought popped up in his mind involuntarily.
It seems like it should have been done long ago.
That's how it should be.
When they come back, give them a hug.
Chen Yang attributed this thought to the product of emotion. He patted his partner on the back, which meant brotherhood, as well as friendship, ally, and cohabitant.
Chao Jian grabbed Chen Yang's arm and turned off the lights before he could react.
The curtains were drawn, completely blocking the moonlight outside; when the lights were turned off, the room suddenly became pitch black.
Chen Yang couldn't see his hand in front of his face. He said in a daze, "What are you doing?"
Chao Jian: "Go to sleep."
"Then you should wait until I get into bed before turning off the lights. If you turn them off now, you won't be able to see anything clearly."
Chen Yang groped his way towards the bed with his left hand. His fingertips touched something and he rubbed it subconsciously. It was the boy's hand pressing on the edge of the table.
The finger bones are protruding, so press them quite hard.
Chen Yang frowned and asked, "Why is your temperature so high? Do you have a fever?"
An extremely impatient voice sounded in the darkness, muddy and hoarse: "Are you still sleeping?"
"Sleep."
Chen Yang brushed past him and walked to the bed, then lay down quietly.
The room was quiet for a while, and then the lights came on.
Chen Yang was confused. Why did he turn on the light again? He didn't ask any questions. He just wanted to see what the boy had to say.
However, the other party just sat on the chair with his eyes closed, not speaking or moving.
Chen Yang had also been through the age of ten, but he couldn't figure out what the person on the chair was thinking.
I don’t know what’s inside the spiritual realm and the inner world, but they are guarded so tightly.
"Don't sit up too late. I'm going to sleep first."
After Chen Yang finished speaking, he pulled the quilt, turned around and faced inside, and his eyelids soon stuck together.
A dream took shape in Chen Yang's consciousness.
In the dream, Chen Yang was still working on a mission. He kept mumbling anxiously in his sleep and slept uneasily.
This is an occupational disease for taskers.
People are not machines. After coming back, they can delete the task world related information with one click.
Those emotions that carry the smell of blood and death will gnaw at the neurons.
Chao Jian opened the incense burner, cleaned out the ashes inside, and relit a stick of incense.
Waved his hand.
Wisps of green smoke billowed towards the bed.
Chen Yang's breathing gradually became steady and long, he opened his mouth slightly and began to snore.
The whole room was filled with the unpleasant smell of incense. Chao Jian sat for a long time, then got up and went to bed.
"Chenchen..."
Chen Yang began to talk in his sleep again, his face turned pale, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead: "Chenchen, hold on to your brother's hand... Hold on... Don't be afraid, your brother will be back soon..."
"Chenchen...Chenchen..."
The lights were turned off and the room became dark.
Chen Yang was still talking in his sleep, his expression full of pain and panic. His hands were waving wildly above the quilt, desperately trying to grab something.
Then he really grasped something and felt at ease.
This time when Chen Yang came back, he did not sleep in like he did the previous three times. He just got up a little later than usual the next day. He did not sleep for a long time, but he felt very energetic.
03 was still lying on the sofa in the living room, like an old man with a peaceful face.
Chen Yang called Wu Yu, but the service area was out. He then called Uncle Wu, chatted for a while and then hung up.
Not only him, Uncle Wu also remembered Wu Yu, which meant that nothing happened to Wu Yu in the mission world.
Just as Chen Yang was relieved, he remembered the first time he met Wu Yu after three or four years.
Wu Yu arranged an escape route for herself, which means that there is someone in the real world who is endangering her life and the other party is coming to find her.
Is her disappearance related to that incident
Chen Yang looked at the puppy and thought deeply. If something happened to Wu Yu in the real world, he would not be able to determine whether she was alive or dead through Uncle Wu's memory.
Wu Yu's boyfriend and partner's ID number is four digits, and he is dead.
She is a five-digit number, and her life or death is unknown.
So far, Chen Yang knows that the old tasker who died at the rest stop and the painter both have five-digit identity numbers.
Wen Qing said that he didn't know how many tasks he had completed. It was impossible to verify whether it was true or not, but Chen Yang felt that it didn't seem like an exaggeration, so his ID number should not be long.
Chen Yang touched the white card in his pocket. This three-digit number was a time bomb with a maximum danger index.
"What are you daydreaming about? Come over here and change the medicine."
Hearing a voice from behind, Chen Yang turned around to look at the young man carrying the medicine box and approached in a daze.
Seeing that he was standing there like a wooden stick, Chao Jian picked up the medicine box and put it back down.
There was a loud "bang".
Chen Yang's fragile nerve endings trembled, and he came out of his soul-leaving state. He stretched out his right hand in front of Chao Jian.
"I'll make a training plan for you later."
Chao Jian removed the gauze on his index finger: "Lift your hand up a little, don't move."
Chen Yang looked at the ceiling, with a bitter taste of anti-inflammatory medicine in his mouth: "Hiss, it hurts a little, have you taken off the gauze?"
"Don't make noise."
Chao Jian's movements were orderly, even effortless, but the line of his jaw was tense.
Chen Yang's index finger felt cold, he glanced and continued to look at the ceiling.
Without nails, it looks gross.
The smell can't be good, the boy can actually get so close.
Chen Yang thought, apart from his difficult-to-understand personality and unstable condition, this man was impeccable in other aspects and was the best partner.
Even with a bunch of secrets, one leg still can't walk normally.
Chen Yang sighed, fortunately he met him when he first entered the mission world, otherwise there would be no team building later.
Maybe his sister’s spirit was in heaven, which is why he met Chao Jian when his life was heading towards a strange path.
While Chen Yang was daydreaming, the medicine on all four fingers had been replaced.
Sure enough, I still need to distract myself.
"The exudate from the wounds on several fingers is fine." Chao Jian packed up the medicine box, "Change the gauze in two days."
Finally, he said, "If it's not infected."
Chen Yang looked at his finger wrapped in gauze, turned around and went to his room, turned on his old computer, and made a rehabilitation training plan for him.
When Sun Wenjun called, Chen Yang was making a second adjustment to the schedule and he casually turned on the speakerphone.
A man's magnetic and gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "Xiao Yangyang, can you release me from the blacklist?"
Chen Yang stopped tapping the keyboard with one finger.
Forget about it.
On the way to Chen Xishuang's hometown the day before yesterday, Chao Jian blocked Sun Wenjun. He didn't think too much about it at the time and later put the matter behind him.
Sun Wenjun did not ask the reason for being blocked, nor did he mention the emoticon package of "You are too ugly, no date". He just asked Chen Yang to release him.
Seeing that Sun Wenjun did not ask him for an explanation, Chen Yang saved the trouble of thinking of an excuse and let him go.
Sun Wenjun said, "Xiao Yangyang, I have to go on a business trip today. If everything goes well, I will be back within a month. If not, then..." He laughed and said, "It depends on God's will."
"The signal there is not good, and you can't contact me. If there is anything you don't understand in the book, just mark it and ask me when I come back."
Chen Yang felt strange, and he couldn't explain it. He leaned back in his chair and said, "Good luck."
Sun Wenjun's breathing was slightly faster, and the smile in his voice was stronger, with a bit of teasing between friends: "Then I will definitely be successful, Xiao Yangyang is a lucky star."
After a pause, he said, "When I come back, let's have dinner together."
Chen Yang's mouth twitched slightly. Why was he still thinking about eating
There was no sound on the phone.
Just when Chen Yang thought that Sun Wenjun was busy with something and was about to hang up, he heard the sound of a door opening and closing.
"I sent you a courier." Sun Wenjun said abruptly, "I sent it yesterday and it arrived today."
Chen Yang's back immediately left the chair, and he remembered that Li Yue knew his address.
Li Yue was replaced by Sun Wenjun, and that part was also packed up.
Chen Yang asked calmly: "What did you send?"
Sun Wenjun said: "My baby."
Chen Yang: “What?”
Sun Wenjun sighed helplessly: "It's not what you think."
Chen Yang just didn't hear it clearly, and wanted to ask for clarification: "..."
The phone was silent again.
This time the silence lasted nearly twice as long as the last time, and then Sun Wenjun's voice came out: "Xiao Yangyang, do you want to call me Brother Xiaowen?"
As if he knew Chen Yang wouldn't yell, Sun Wenjun said, "See you later."
Not long after the phone call ended, Chen Yang received the express delivery.
Open the package in front of Chao Jian.
It's a potted plant.
There was only a wilted branch with a small leaf hanging on it, looking lifeless.
This is exactly the protagonist in the photos that Sun Wenjun often sent him.
Sun Wenjun always says on WeChat that he is dying, dying, but it is still drooping.
The vitality of plants is truly mysterious.
Chen Yang kicked the foam into the dustpan: "Dr. Sun is on a business trip, so he asked me to help him take care of his flowers."
After saying this, he was stunned. Isn't this the same as Wu Yu's entrusting his son to others
Chen Yang glanced at the puppy on the sofa, then looked at the potted plants on the ground. There were only two living things in the house. They were not of the same species, but they had one thing in common: their breath of life was not strong.
"Please move aside. I'll sweep up the broken foam on the ground." Chen Yang grabbed the broom and called out to the young man who was standing there motionless.
He suddenly swung his crutch at Jian.
Chen Yang used a broom to stop the crutch in time, saving the potted plant. He asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you?"
Chao Jian turned his back to him and said in a cold voice, "It's dead, what's the point of keeping it."
"No, I lifted the branch to try, the roots in the soil are firmly grasping, and it's still alive." Chen Yang said in his heart, although Sun Wenjun's plant has only one leaf, it is healthier than yours, yours is a moldy seed.
Chen Yang couldn't say what was in his heart. The ugly flowerpot and seeds were the young man's life, and he had to serve them like his ancestors.
In fact, flowers and plants cannot be too delicate and need to be grown roughly.
Chen Yang became a killer of flowers and plants because of all the care he received.
Chen Yang placed Sun Wenjun's half-dead potted plant on the balcony, facing Chao Jian's pot from a distance.
Chao Jian was leaning on the side with crutches, his eyes fixed on Sun Wenjun's potted plants.
Chen Yang had a strange illusion in his heart that the boy was hostile to the potted plants.
There is no reason. The potted plant is not big, it doesn’t take up much space, and it won’t block the sunlight for his pot.
Chen Yang stood up: "You are..."
Chao Jian turned and went back to the living room.
Chen Yang: “…”
Why are you angry again
Chen Yang was helpless and speechless. Most of the time, his partner did not act like a normal person, and very rarely did he not act like an adult.
Childishness always comes out of nowhere and is very fierce.
Chen Yang found that he was becoming less and less tempered about his partner. He sighed, turned around, and carried the puppy on the sofa to the balcony, letting it lie on the round cushion to bask in the sun.
“03.”
Chen Yang squatted down and shouted: "03?"
He patted the puppy's head and said in the tone of talking to his sister: "Do you want to eat milk and bread? I will make it for you when you wake up."
The puppy didn't react. Chen Yang was very moved. He thought that just because flowers and plants couldn't be kept alive didn't mean pets couldn't be kept alive either.
Or maybe after Wu Yu takes 03 away, he can buy a kitten or a puppy to raise...
A murderous aura suddenly surged from behind.
Chen Yang instinctively hid inside the protective wall. He looked back and met the young man's gloomy gaze.
There seemed to be a cold wind blowing on the balcony, and Chen Yang got goose bumps all over his body. He carefully tried to communicate: "Brother, if you have any needs, you can tell me, don't keep it in your heart."
Chao Jian stared at him, expressionless: "Training."
Chen Yang: “Ah?”
He sneered at Jian: "Don't want to care again?"
Chen Yang came back to his senses: "No, I take care of it."
He hooked his fingers on the rag on the sink and wiped his palms: "Shall we start now? Let's go to the balcony. The weather is nice."
Chao Jian said, "I don't want to be on the balcony."
When Chen Yang caught him saying this, his eyes glanced at Sun Wenjun's pot of flowers.
It seems to be saying, either it or I, either I or it.
Chen Yang held his forehead with his hand. Perhaps the fourth mission had caused him great trauma. He had not recovered yet and his mind was not very clear.
Catching the twitching of the boy's cheeks and the faint gritting of his teeth, Chen Yang silently changed his words in his mind. It's not just a possibility, it's a certainty, he must be mentally ill.
Otherwise, you wouldn’t think the boy wanted to bite the potted plant to death at that moment.
Back in the living room, Chen Yang turned on the TV, changed a channel and put down the remote control: "Come on, let's start."
Chao Jian pointed at the TV and said, "Change it, it's too noisy."
"Children's channels are good for... Okay, okay, I'll change it." Chen Yang pressed the remote control, handed it over and said, "Forget it, do it yourself. You can tune in to whatever channel you want to listen to."
The letter from the emperor was not accepted.
Chen Yang sighed, he really still didn’t like children and only liked his sister.
There is a food show playing in the living room.
Chen Yang took on the role of a nurse and doctor, squatting at Chao Jian's feet and asking him to put his left leg on the ground without bending it.
Chao Jian did not cooperate.
Chen Yang sensed his tension and resistance, and said patiently: "Yesterday in the hospital, you took the initiative to say that you wanted to go back to train. Just now you also reminded me that you wanted to train. Now you don't want to anymore?"
Chao Jian's lips were pursed into a sharp and cold line, his eyes were half closed, and he said nothing.
This scene reminded Chen Yang of his sister. When she said that she couldn't escape from the battlefield, she would just do this and try to play dead. He suddenly wanted to laugh, and he couldn't hold it back and really laughed out loud.
The air pressure around them suddenly dropped.
"No, I'm not laughing at you," Chen Yang pointed at the TV screen, his face full of seriousness, "I'm just laughing at the show. The food is so-so, it's all because of the boasting."
She looked at Jian, and only looked away when he felt embarrassed and blushed.
Chen Yang cleared his throat and said, "I've been doing rehabilitation for more than half a year. You remember that time at Xiaoyin Island. You asked me to tell you about the rehabilitation center, and I told you everything."
"Rehabilitation is difficult at the beginning, both physically and mentally. The most torturous part is the first step. Once you take that step, the second, third, fourth steps... will become easier as time goes by."
Chao Jian was silent for a moment and put his crutches next to the sofa.
Seeing this, Chen Yang continued to encourage him. His sister was gone, he himself had been in trouble and had a near-death experience, which had caused a drastic change in his temperament.
Now, due to entering the mission world from time to time, his temperament is returning, but it is not quite the same.
He didn't have the patience before, it was unimaginable.
People are growing, constantly growing, no matter how old they are, they will continue to grow.
After some effort, Chen Yang finally got Chao Jian's left leg to the ground.
"Hold me." Chen Yang stretched out his arm. "Slowly, stand up. Put the center of gravity of your body on your right leg first, and then move to your left leg little by little."
Chao Jian grabbed the arm under his eyelids and held it with his slender fingers. He slowly stood up, his cold face turned blue and veins bulged on his neck.
My whole body is shaking.
The next second, Chao Jian sat back down, his body still shaking. That seemed to have consumed most of his willpower.
Chen Yang had anticipated that the boy's recovery process would be difficult, but he didn't expect it to be this difficult.
Who on earth had injured his left leg and left such a horrible effect on him
The boy said that when he could leave next year, he would help him find a job.
But can I really go next year
Chen Yang didn't want to discourage Chao Jian, nor did he want to fill himself with negative emotions. Instead of helping him make a training plan, he suggested that he see a doctor. Even if it was a psychological problem, there would be professional treatment.
If you don’t like the atmosphere in the hospital, you can invite the doctor to your home.
There was so much money in the card that Chao Jian gave him, so he didn't have to worry about not having a good medical team.
Chen Yang turned off the TV: "I won't try today. I'll try again tomorrow."
His arm was grabbed and he tilted half his body. The hand holding his arm moved to his shoulder.
Chao Jian supported Chen Yang and he stood up, with both legs on the ground. His right leg was in a natural position and his left leg was stretched to the point of twitching. He closed his eyes and controlled his breathing to slow down.
Chen Yang counted in his mind.
One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds...
When he counted to the seventh second, he moved Chao Jian's left leg slightly and moved forward a little.
Chen Yang looked at it and it was about one centimeter.
That was Chao Jian's limit. He retracted his left leg after moving, fell into the sofa with bloodshot eyes, pressed his forehead with both hands, and then hugged his head, interlaced his ten fingers, pressed the back of his head tightly, and buried his face in his arms.
The boy's chest was beating rapidly and disorderly, and helpless gasps escaped from his throat, with faint sobs. He tensed his shoulders and back, and his hands and feet couldn't stop shaking.
Fear, horror.
Like a wounded little animal.
Chen Yang stared blankly, the scene of the boy crying from a nightmare appeared in front of him. Was the nightmare related to his left leg
He didn't know the cause and effect, nor the cause of the disease, so he couldn't help.
I don't know where to start to comfort her.
Chen Yang didn't say anything, but just stood by and accompanied the boy through the painful beginning of his recovery.
After the boy stopped shaking, Chen Yang spoke. He praised him, "On your first try, you were able to stand for seven seconds and took a step forward by one centimeter. You are much better than I expected, and you are braver than I was when I was rehabilitating."
There was no response at all.
Chen Yang suspected that the boy didn't show his face because he couldn't control his emotions, and he didn't speak because his nasal tone was too strong. He pursed his lips and comforted him silently.
After several minutes, Chao Jian lowered his arms that were covering his face. He lowered his eyes and spoke in a hoarse voice, "I want to eat meat at noon."
Chen Yang: “…Okay.”
"I'll take the meat out," he looked at his fingers and said tentatively, "then you can help me?"
Chao Jian left the sofa with crutches. He didn't look up when he passed in front of Chen Yang. The crutches were at a wide distance, so he quickly entered the kitchen.
Chen Yang pretended not to notice his red nose and ears.
"I'll make you braised pork at noon."
Chen Yang opened the refrigerator, took out the pork belly from the freezer and put it on the table: "Authentic."
Chao Jian said, "There is no rock sugar at home."
"Yes, here..." Chen Yang opened a cabinet. He thought of something and looked at Chao Jian suspiciously, "You also know how to speculate in sex?"
Chao Jian didn't respond. He used his crutch to push aside the half-open cabinet door and leaned over to look inside.
"Here."
Chen Yang found rock sugar from the cupboard. The package was still unopened. He hadn't used it since he came back. He always used granulated sugar when cooking.
"Please open it. I will use it for lunch."
Chao Jian opened the bag of rock sugar. He did not give it to Chen Yang, but took out a piece and put it in his mouth. After holding it in his mouth for a while, he bit it into pieces and ate it, then left as if nothing had happened.
He took another one before leaving.
Chen Yang was just about to call the person back, but before he called, the other party returned without saying a word to wash rice and cook.
In the afternoon, Chen Yang continued to play the escape room game. He had only passed four levels, and was still more than halfway to the tenth level where he could see Chao Jian's pass record. It seemed like a long way to go before he could pass all the levels, and he dared not even think about it.
Chen Yang had a deep memory of when he first went to the bathhouse and found that he was the only one in the tent.
At that moment he really thought that Chao Jian did not come in with them.
Without his partner around, the feeling of panic was indescribable, so much so that when Chao Jian appeared, he was so excited that he couldn't control himself.
While operating the little man to find the key, Chen Yang thought that he must try his best to be fully prepared.
If he really encounters that situation one day, even without Chao Jian, he will come back alive.
Chen Yang took his cell phone to his sister's room and calmed down to complete the task by himself.
In the living room, Chao Jian was sitting on the sofa, typing on his laptop. I don't know who he was chatting with. He swallowed pills as if they were milk tablets, and the crunching sound between his teeth was creepy.
The person on the other end of the chat box sent something and slammed the laptop at Jian.
The next moment, the crutch in his hand was also thrown out by him.
The crutch hit the glass door of the balcony with a loud noise.
Chen Yang ran out of his sister's room and smelled a dangerous and bloodthirsty scent. He stopped running and stood steadily at a distance that was neither too far nor too close.
"What's wrong?"
Seeing Chao Jian staring at the closed laptop, Chen Yang asked speculatively, "Does your family want you to go back?"
Chao Jian answered irrelevantly: "The medicine is almost gone."
Chen Yang was stunned and walked over unconsciously.
Chao Jian said again: "I'm almost immune."
Chen Yang paused the game, sat next to Chao Jian, and touched the gauze on his fingers.
"I can see that." Chen Yang said, "Your medication dosage is increasing."
Chao Jian played with the medicine bottle and said, "When the effect of the medicine reaches zero, I won't take it anymore."
Chen Yang's eyelids twitched. The subtext sounded like "I am like this anyway. Do you want me to be your partner?"
After a moment of silence, Chen Yang said, "You still need to see a doctor."
"Bang"
Chao Jian threw the medicine bottle onto the coffee table, where it bounced to the ground. He leaned back against the sofa, his voice flat and silent, like dead water.
"It's useless. It's an old problem. It won't get better even if I take all the medicine."
Chen Yang did not feel any decadence or collapse from the young man, only indifference. However, he was conflicted and did not give in, he still persisted.
Waiting for something.
It was as if someone had promised him something when he was sick, so he had no hope but was still waiting.
Chen Yang asked: "Your doctor..."
Chao Jian sneered: "Dead."
Chen Yang's face twitched. The tone and expression were obviously fake and the opposite of what he said.
The sudden bad mood is most likely closely related to the doctor.
Chao Jian turned his head to look at Chen Yang: "The day when I become immune to the drug, I will not take another pill."
“…” I’m already immune to it, so it’s useless to eat it.
Chen Yang nodded and agreed with him, "If you don't want to eat, then don't eat." We'll think of a solution later, such as psychological treatment.
Chao Jian mocked: "I thought you would say that medicine must be taken and the medicine bottle must be carried with you."
Chen Yang was speechless. The word "must" was a compulsory word with an obvious sense of coercion. When did I ever use it on you
"There will be a way."
Chen Yang said: "I still say the same thing, don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Chao Jian said: "I don't have any pressure."
Chen Yang pointed to the blue sky outside and said to Chao Jian, "The sky is dead."
"I was killed by your talk."
Chao Jian's face was dark.
The depressing atmosphere dissipated because of Chen Yang's words. He asked Chao Jian to help him peel a pear, took it back to his sister's room, and continued to play the escape room game.
On the day Xiangdong came with a fruit basket, Chen Yang was passing the tenth level, after which he would be able to see Chao Jian's records.
The arrival of the uninvited guest cut off his train of thought.
Xiangdong came alone, without Pineapple, Little Yellow Hair and the others. He threw the fruit basket on the coffee table and walked around carefree, swinging his long legs.
"Your place is really shabby."
Chen Yang folded his arms and looked at him: "How did you find me?"
"If your brother Dong wants to find someone in Qingcheng, it's just a matter of time. There's no way he won't be able to find someone."
Xiangdong lit a cigarette and held it to his lips: "Who is that?"
Chen Yang pushed him to the balcony: "He's taking a nap."
"Fuck." Xiangdong said mockingly, "You're still taking a nap, baby."
Chen Yang closed the glass door and said, "Keep your voice down. If you wake him up, you will bear the consequences at your own risk."
Xiangdong: “I’m scared to death.”
Chen Yang: "I think you are so cheap."
Xiangdong suddenly lowered his head, and his handsome face came close to Chen Yang: "Have you noticed that you have changed a lot since you were in the rehabilitation center?"
Chen Yang walked to the guardrail and looked into the distance.
"It's getting exciting, really exciting." Xiangdong gave him a cigarette. "When I find a partner, my mind won't be on you anymore. I'll team up with you guys, so it won't affect the progress of the mission."
Chen Yang held the cigarette in his mouth, took his lighter, lit it and took a puff.
Xiangdong patted his shoulder and said, "Don't be too sad. I just said that. It may not necessarily help you find the boss. I still love you..."
"Goodbye." Chen Yang pointed to the balcony.
Xiangdong rolled his eyes: "Yesterday I entered a mission and almost died in it."
Chen Yang put his hand holding the cigarette on the guardrail and listened to Xiangdong talk about how dangerous the mission was and how he saved his life. He didn't say anything for a long time.
It's difficult every time.
Xiangdong's face was full of deepness: "The older generation said that everyone has their own destiny."
"Everyone has a 50-50 chance of life and death since birth. Anyone can encounter an accident on an ordinary day."
He said: "But we are more miserable than ordinary people. We have an additional identity number for no apparent reason. Once we enter the mission world, we are in danger of death. If we die, we will be directly wiped out."
He grinned to the east, revealing a row of neat white teeth that sparkled brighter than the earrings in his ears.
"But from another perspective, we are luckier than ordinary people because accidents will not happen to us in the real world."
Chen Yang looked at him in astonishment.
Xiangdong pinched his face: "You don't know?"
Chen Yang slapped his hand away and kicked him twice: "Are you sure?"
Xiangdong blew a thick white smoke ring at him: "Those of us with ID numbers will either die in the mission world or keep moving forward."
"What about birth, aging, sickness and death?"
Xiangdong said: "I will answer you when I have experienced everything and am still alive."
Chen Yang fell into deep thought. He suddenly said, "Chao Jian is awake. You should leave quickly."
"Am I an adulterer?"
Xiangdong said unhappily, "It's ok to be an adulterer, at least he should be worthy of the name. Damn, he didn't do anything."
Chen Yang walked him out the door: "You two are not getting along, so don't meet each other. The things in my house are very old, and many of them can't be bought anymore. I would be sad if any of them were broken."
Xiangdong: “…”
"Let's talk on the phone." He pressed the cigarette butt against the door. As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yang put out his half-smoked cigarette and threw it to him, asking him to help take it downstairs.
Shit! Chen Yang's performance was very similar to the wife-slave look he showed at KFC last time.
Xiangdong's face turned green and he kept cursing. He finally knew who Chen Yang's little wild cat was!
One morning a week later, Chen Yang was in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness when he faintly heard a dog barking.
Chen Yang turned over and wondered whose dog it was downstairs that was taken out for a walk so early and why it was barking as if it was in his house.
So clear.
After three or five seconds, Chen Yang's sticky eyelids suddenly opened. Isn't it the one at home
03 woke up and called out.
The cries became more and more intense, and the claws scratched at the door.
The author has something to say: See you tomorrow. See you tomorrow.