In a blink of an eye, half of January has passed, and New Year's Eve is approaching.
City S has always been a place with a very bad climate. Not only is it cold in winter and hot in summer, but also, the air is more humid and greasy during those days of severe cold and severe heat.
This year is no exception...
Even if the weather is cold and windy, people still have to go out to live.
Day after day, they walked through the cold and windy streets, squeezed into the subway next to the mountains and the sea, stepped into the lifeless offices, did boring work all day, and then dragged their tired bodies back home, Exhausting my last few ounces of energy in front of a cold screen...
And the next day, it all starts again.
This is the true face of life—hardship and bitterness, but people still have to endure; this endurance is not only for survival, but also for the bit by bit, momentary happiness in life.
Of course, there are still some people who are paying and struggling to catch the phantom called "dream" that has not yet dissipated.
But in the end, there are very few people who can really reach the destination they originally wanted to go...
The vast majority of people, after all, are lost on the road of life. They have been polished off by the years, and they have forgotten their original intentions in the process of chasing their dreams. They have changed from extraordinary children to mediocre adults.
...
On January 15th, at noon, on a certain street in downtown S.
The cold weather seems to make people feel gloomy.
The expressions of pedestrians can be roughly divided into two types, hurried and pale and numb.
And among those people, there was one... who was different.
It was a woman, a bloated woman.
Even leaving aside the obesity factor, this woman's appearance is far from the word "beautiful"; moreover, at this time, she has no makeup, so she looks five or six years older than her actual age.
She was wearing a thick down jacket and jeans, both of which were cheap at first glance, and her stubby legs seemed to stretch the jeans, making it difficult to look directly at them.
With such an image, the rate of turning heads when walking on the street is naturally not high.
But that's exactly what she wanted—she didn't want to draw attention to herself.
"This is...so called..." she ambled down the sidewalk and muttered to herself, "...the 'real world'..." Her eyes wandered around, collecting all the images that could be captured visually, and There is still a white stream of light in his eyes, "Compared with other universes composed of disordered natural evolution sequences... apart from being a little more boring, what are the merits..."
No one heard her talking to herself; presumably if someone heard it, they would not care about it, or ignore it as a second disease.
"If 'fate' hadn't connected our universe with this place, and established a subordinate relationship of 'superior and subordinate', the so-called 'dimension difference' would not have existed." She said, looking down at herself hand, and tried to shake a fist, "In terms of 'power', it is obvious that our derivatives are more..."
At this point, her expression suddenly changed, and at the same second, the color of the streamer in her eyes also became a bit mottled and dim.
"Have you been noticed so quickly..." She said in a deep voice with no expression on her face, "Sure enough, in terms of the current situation, it is still too reluctant to come to 'here' for activities..." She sighed softly, "Oh... I wanted to meet 'him' at first... Forget it, I will have a chance in the future."
After saying this, the light in her eyes quickly disappeared.
In the next second, the woman's expression changed abruptly, and with it, her standing posture, the temperament between her eyebrows, etc...
After this change happened, she immediately looked around in panic, and instinctively crossed her arms, as if to protect herself.
Her reaction was like a person who just woke up from sleepwalking...
...
At the same time, another place in S City, Feng Bujue's home.
thump thump—
"It's time to eat." Brother Jue raised his voice while knocking on the door of his room.
Although it is his room, but because Ruoyu has recently moved in, brother Jue has returned to the days of... "If you want to enter the room, you have to knock on the door first, and you can only sleep in the game cabin at night".
"Ah... here it is..." After a breath, there was a weak response from inside the room.
After another five minutes, when Feng Bujue had finished the food, arranged the tableware, and sat down, the door of the room opened.
However, Ruoyu, who had flushed cheeks and a sickly face, walked out of the room unsteadily in a set of pajamas wrapped in a blanket.
"Actually... if you need it, I can share the food and bring it to you on the bed." Feng Bujue's tone was very calm, it seemed that he was used to the situation in front of him.
"It's just a cold... You don't need to go to that level... Hiss..." Ruoyu said, sniffing her nose, "Besides, getting up and moving around is good for your body."
"What surprised me and made me curious is..." Feng Bujue looked at Ruoyu who was walking slowly step by step, and continued, "You cultivators also get a cold?"
"First of all, I'm not a cultivator, I'm a psychic." Faced with Brother Jue's ridicule, Ruoyu is now able to deal with it freely, "Secondly, even if I am a cultivator, I haven't trained my psychic ability to kill The realm of cold germs."
After all, Ruoyu just walked to the table, pulled out the chair and sat down.
"Well..." Feng Bujue said, "Considering that you are still in the state of 'not being able to have physical contact with others', you must not be able to seek medical treatment normally, so what should you do if you suddenly have a high fever that persists?"
Ruoyu thought for a few seconds after hearing this, then put down the chopsticks she had just picked up, and stretched out a hand to Brother Jue: "Why don't you hold my hand and try."
"Hey, hey..." Feng Bujue stepped back a little, "What is this for? I have dislocated my arm once or twice in the past two weeks..."
"It's been two weeks, and the symptoms may have been relieved; and... I feel very weak now, and I can't exert my strength..." Ruoyu continued, "You try it first, if it's okay to touch your hands, as long as Be careful on the road, it should still be possible to go to the hospital to get some medicine."
"Hmm..." Feng Bujue murmured again, and thought for a few seconds, "Okay..."
When the voice fell, he also put down his chopsticks, and then held Ruoyu's hand.
"Huh?" Two seconds later, Brother Jue raised his brows, "It seems to be all right!"
In the past ten days... especially the past few days, Feng Bujue has tried to touch Ruoyu's body more than once, of course... mainly the hands or shoulders; however, Ruoyu is like that kind of fighting game Like the abnormal AI with its own body skills, every time contact occurs, it will instantly respond with a move.
Unexpectedly, this time she didn't make a move...
"Wait..." But Feng Bujue was happy for less than five seconds before he felt pain in his feet.
He looked down under the table and found that Ruoyu was stepping on his feet.
"You are..." Brother Jue only asked half a sentence.
Ruoyu interrupted: "The feet moved by themselves, and I can't do anything about it."
"Oh... that is to say..." Feng Bujue immediately read in a concluding tone, "Your natural reaction after physical contact with people has changed from 'kill your dog' to 'use a small fist." Beat you to death?"
"Hmm..." Ruoyu nodded, "But it's still not sure if it's caused by a cold, or because I've gotten used to your touch to some extent."
"Hey..." Feng Bujue laughed when he heard this, "Then I will try to change the position, method and strength of the touch next." While speaking, his gaze was still restless. It moved to various places on Ruoyu's body.
There is no doubt that Brother Jue is playing cheap, you have to ask him why he chose to play at such a time and place... He can't answer it himself.
A master who has achieved the unity of human and inferior power does not need to think before acting...
It's like those experts who complain, as long as there are slots, they will instinctively spit it out, and they don't spit fast.
This is also the case with Feng Bujue right now, so after he finished playing, he got Ruoyu's one-handed twisting arm throw that didn't come from instinct...
In any case, he confirmed in a special way that the other party's condition was not too serious; lying on the ground feeling the pain from his arms and back, Brother Jue was still relieved.