A few faces, but—"
"But what?" Xia Zhiming, who couldn't remember who it might be, looked at Luo Xiaochen and asked, "Hurry up and don't pant."
"Would you be impressed by the tone of speech of a person you've only met a few times? Especially when you say 梼杌, the tone of only a few words makes you feel very familiar... Only a few words, for unfamiliar people Can you recognize a person's tone of voice? Unless that person speaks very distinctively... But the last time I heard Yutu speak, there was nothing special about the tone of voice."
"So what?" Xia Zhiming was a little obsessive-compulsive, and the more he couldn't figure out who that person was, the more irritable he became. "The more you talk about me, the more confused I am. What is the conclusion? Is it an acquaintance or an unfamiliar one?!"
Luo Xiaochen twitched the corners of his mouth: "This issue is a bit complicated..."
Xia Zhiming: "..." He took a deep breath and pointed at Luo Xiaochen's counterpart Siyuandao, "Come and drag him out for me and beat him to death."
Unexpectedly, before Fang Siyuan answered, Ye Zhao next to Nie Renyan said, "You are not an acquaintance to him, but to you he can be considered an acquaintance."
"Huh?" Xia Zhiming was stunned for two seconds, then reached out and licked his ears, and said, "Say it again, it's a bit confusing."
"I mean, to you, he can be regarded as a person you are more familiar with, but to him, you are just someone he has met a few times or is only acquainted but not familiar with."
Just when these few people were discussing familiar or unfamiliar issues, at a remote seaside far from the base, two figures appeared beside the reef on the shore. The awake man was not tall and his clothes were wet On his body, he was wrapped in a thin body, and with thin arms and thin legs, it seemed that a gust of wind could knock him down. His skin color was very fair, and his hair was dark because it was wet. It was stuck to his forehead, forming a sharp contrast with his skin color. He seemed to be in his teens at most twenty. He blinked, blinking out the water that had smeared into his eyes just now, and then expressionlessly reached out and patted the face of the man who was dazed on the ground: "Hey, wake up."
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The man on the ground didn't react at all. He still closed his eyes. His eyeliner was very long and the curvature was very nice. If he opened it, he would have pretty good peach blossom eyes. The brow bone was relatively high and his eye sockets were deep, and the bridge of his nose was deep. Straight, with thin cheeks and two slight nasolabial folds on the lips, one can tell that this man is not young. The smoky gray coat was soaked in water and turned black. The buttons were open a few times. The V-neck knitted vest and shirt inside were wetly attached to the body, and the undulating arc of the muscles could even be seen. He is obviously like a chicken in soup, but he doesn't feel too embarrassed.
"Trouble..." The younger boy muttered, his face still expressionless, looking a little dull. He picked up the arm of the man on the ground, put it on his neck, and made a sudden force—
"Pfft—" The boy who accidentally became angry frowned, squatted down again, and looked at the man who barely moved his position, a faint feeling of impatience in his eyes. He squatted there with his hands on his knees