The square in the drizzle was filled with a moist atmosphere. Although the pigeons were eating, the surroundings were as quiet as a deep spring.
The middle-aged man squatted on the slightly waterlogged stone slab, broke the long loaf of bread with elegant movements, and threw it among the white pigeons strolling around. Some of the well-fed ones ran up to him and rubbed his cheek affectionately.
Trouser legs.
Tang Zheng originally wanted to take out his mobile phone and take a photo of this picturesque scene, but in the end he was unwilling to break the warm atmosphere.
The middle-aged man's gaze moved to Tang Zheng, and he nodded politely to him before continuing to feed.
Tang Zheng finally saw his appearance.
Even the weather and wrinkles cannot conceal the handsomeness of this man, but instead add a gentle and elegant atmosphere to him. He always has a straight face, as if he is thinking about something big, and his whole body reveals a meticulous and serious attitude, but occasionally
The smile that overflows from the corner of your mouth will surprise people.
This is a man with a story, and he is old-fashioned. This can be seen from the fact that some of the gray temples are not dyed black.
Tang Zheng subconsciously began to speculate on his identity and occupation.
He was wearing a black suit that he was used to, but it was a little faded after being washed, and there were frayed stubbles on the trousers and cuffs. He wore a white shirt and a gray tie underneath.
In addition to the black umbrella and the bread bag in his hand, he also held a brown briefcase with silver trim under his arm. There were scratches on it and some paint peeling off, but Tang Zheng felt that he was carrying a man inside.
hope and responsibility for family.
Click, a thunder suddenly flashed across the sky. Some pigeons fluttered their wings and flew into the sky, but more of them gathered around the man, as if they could shelter from the wind and rain!
Tang Zheng sat and watched quietly, forgetting his irritation!
"Children, lunch time is over!" The middle-aged man put away the paper bag and stood up. He stretched his index finger to his shoulder. A white pigeon standing on it immediately jumped on the index finger and pecked the back of his hand with its beak.
The pigeons did not leave. They were used to waiting until the man's back disappeared from the square before continuing to soar in the sky.
"Young man, can I sit here?" The man did not leave. Instead, he walked towards the bench and asked politely.
"Please sit down!" Tang Zheng made a gesture of invitation, "Are you waiting for someone?"
"Yes, waiting for a lost child!" The middle-aged man put away his umbrella and put it next to the bench, then opened his briefcase and took out the newspaper as usual.
"Didn't you call the police?" Tang Zheng frowned and suddenly began to care about the child.
"I believe he can find his way home!" The middle-aged man took out a pair of black-framed glasses from his suit pocket, put them on and started browsing today's news.
The man in front of me, sitting here, is like a statue carved by a master, seeming to be integrated with nature.
Tang Zheng was dumbfounded for the first time and didn't know how to speak. He lowered his head and saw the man's slightly worn leather shoes. But they were polished very brightly.
"I am Ulysses, Ulysses K. Ben-Hur." After reading the economic section, Ben-Hur suddenly asked, "Young man, what is your name?"
"Tang Zheng!" After Tang Zheng finished speaking, he was surprised to find that he didn't lie and revealed his name to a stranger, but he didn't care.
"The economic situation this year is still depressed, the unemployment rate has increased again, and more people are waiting to receive relief aid." Ben-Hur's tone was calm, but anyone could hear the worry inside.
Tang Zheng didn't say anything, but he almost guessed what he meant by sitting here. He was sitting on a bench in an empty square on a rainy day in a daze. He might have regarded him as a loser who was about to commit suicide.
"I used to want to be a lawyer..." Sure enough, Ben-Hur started to talk about his experience in a hoarse voice. It was indeed a history of losers.
Tang Zheng nodded and remained silent. He wanted to continue to act like a loser and couldn't bear to brush off Ben-Hur's good intentions.
"I was a loser before, and I continue to be a loser now, but I am still trying to live." Ben-Xu turned his head and looked directly at Tang Zheng with his deep and wise eyes, "Why do you give up? Are you sad?"
Tang Zheng felt his head jolt. After countless golden butterflies flew across the void in front of him, he seemed to have entered a long corridor. The scenery on the surrounding walls was constantly changing, showing that he was proud and proud in his life.
Of course, there are things he is proud of, but there are also things that make him feel sad and don't want to touch corners easily.
Tang Zheng saw the Anping brothers who never gave up, Liu Yue who had bad luck, Cheng Cheng who self-destructed, and his teammates who worked hard to survive but died in the Trojan world...
Ben-Xu activated the verdict, then looked at Tang Zheng sitting next to him in shock, with a wry smile on his lips, and shook his head.
This is the ability called Death Retrospective Memory Corridor. Ben-Hur just wanted to help this lonely young man regain his spirit. Unexpectedly, he met a survivor of the Trojan Horse World. However, he did not become hostile, but instead felt a little more hostile.
Feeling.
"This is also a man who sticks to the bottom line in his heart and works hard to live!" Ben-Hur put away the newspaper, took off his glasses, took out the remaining bread in the paper bag, broke off a piece, and stuffed it into his mouth.
Ben-Hur used to finish feeding the bread, and the rest was originally intended for the unemployed man, but now, it is no longer needed!
Without disturbing the meditation of the young man beside him, Ben-Hur finished his bread in silence, then picked up his umbrella, opened it, and walked slowly along the path he came from.
With every step he took, the memory corridor would collapse a little. Seeing the murals peeling off and shattering in front of him, Tang Zheng felt distressed at first, but then he felt something was not good, so he cheered up and entered hero mode.
The world returned to its original state, and Tang Zheng once again stood in the square in the drizzle. Ben-Hur's figure was already in the distance.
"Young man, the road is still long. Don't stop in a hurry, otherwise you will miss a lot of scenery!" Ben-Hur's voice came, like a kind elder with no malice.
"Who is this guy? He actually made me fall into a fantasy?" If Tang Zheng couldn't see that he was being tricked, he would be stupid, but the other party didn't attack, and he didn't take the initiative to provoke.
This man could pull himself closer to the illusion without being in an explosive state. He was obviously the strongest person Tang Zheng had ever seen.
The pigeons also began to flap their wings and fly away one by one, and the square became quiet again.
"Ben-Hur? An unpredictable man!" Tang Zheng left to find Jack. Anyway, after passing through the memory corridor just now, he found that his mental state was much better, and the fire was fused with the body before, but now
, the mental intensity also skyrocketed.
Ben-Hur didn't know about his unintentional work, but it actually strengthened Tang Zheng again, but with his character, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
"The bad guy Tang? That nickname is interesting!" Ben-Hur used an old mobile phone to communicate with his subordinates and asked about Tang Zheng's information.
As the latest fearless player in Asia, Tang Zheng returns with nearly twenty players in every game. Tang Zheng has already entered the sights of the top 100 Trojan teams in the world. His information is not difficult to find.
These teams are all veteran teams that have existed for at least five years. Even if they are almost wiped out in the Super 3S level and Nightmare difficulty, they may gradually recover. Their background is far from being comparable to newcomers like Warhammer Team.
Tang Zheng found Nicole at the hospital where Jack worked. After not seeing each other for a year, the girl had matured a lot.
"Dad is undergoing surgery, it will take about thirty minutes." Nicole looked at Tang Zheng and laughed, "You are less energetic, and there is more sadness between your eyebrows. Are you under a lot of pressure?"
"Generally, how about you guys?" Nicole was wearing a clean white nurse uniform, like an angel. "It's been more than a year. I should have saved 10,000 points by now, right?"
"You know my father's character. He doesn't want to leave the Trojan room and wants to try his best to help the newcomers. As for me, I died once and all the points I finally saved are cleared." Nicole wasn't too disappointed, "I'm used to it, that's all.
never mind."
For Nicole, he treats her as a friend, so he won't ask you about such private topics as your abilities.
"Tang Zheng?" Jack appeared outside the operating room with a tired face. He was very surprised. He was about to give him a bear hug, but then he remembered that there were some blood stains on his surgical clothes, and he stood still in embarrassment.
"Not welcome?" Tang Zheng walked over and hugged Jack, "Congratulations, you saved another life!"
"How do you know?" Jack was stunned.
Nicole poked her father on the back and pointed to the family members nearby who looked relaxed.
"Yes, you have always been very smart. Don't you have anything else to do today? When you get off work at noon, I will treat you to dinner." Jack is a very self-disciplined person and has never left early because he is worried that there will be patients who need surgery and rush on the road.
The time you come here is also extremely precious.
Tang Zheng agreed, but the meal was not finished in the end. At noon, Jack had surgery to increase the number of rows.
"I'm sorry." Nicole felt very sorry.
"It's okay, I'm leaving." Tang Zheng waved and left the hospital.
"Hey!" Nicole bit her lip and wanted to say something, but found that the other person didn't even turn her head, causing all her thoughts to be blocked in her throat.
Nicole wanted to cry. She knew that the man she had a crush on would never interact with her again.
"What's the name of the broken doll?" Tang Zheng, who was enjoying dinner in Milan, asked today's question.
"I don't know." Miranda answered simply, "I heard that as the survivor team gets stronger and stronger, the game becomes more and more difficult. It is not only to test them, but also to open up a new world."
"What do you mean? New world?" Tang Zheng was surprised, "Is the Trojan horse world we have experienced real?"
"It should be, but there are also some illusions." Miranda stared at Tang Zheng and revealed another secret, "Once you enter the second level, you will become candidates to participate in the Holy Land War. Even if you leave with 10,000 points,
You will also find that you always enter the Trojan room again for various reasons."
"What do you mean?" Tang Zheng suddenly thought of a terrible speculation.
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