In the 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. It is not only cold in winter and hot in summer, but also in those days of severe cold and heat, the air becomes more humid and greasy.
This year is no exception...
Even if the weather is cold and the wind is bone-chilling, people still have to go out and run for a living.
Day after day, they walk through the cold and windy streets, squeeze into the subways surrounded by mountains and seas, step into lifeless offices, do tedious and boring work all day long, and then drag their tired bodies back home.
Exhausting the last bit of energy in front of a cold screen...
And the next day, it all starts again.
This is the truest face of life. It is hard and bitter, but people still have to endure it; this endurance is not only for survival, but also for the little moments of happiness in life.
Of course, there are still some people who are working hard to catch the phantom called "dream" that has not yet dissipated.
But in the end, very few people can actually reach the destination they originally wanted to go to...
The vast majority of people are ultimately lost on the road of life. Their edges have been polished away by time, and they have forgotten their original intentions in the process of chasing their dreams. They have changed from extraordinary children to mediocre adults.
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January 15th, noon, on a street in the city center.
The cold weather seems to make people's mood become gloomy.
The expressions of pedestrians can be roughly divided into two types: hurried and pale and numb.
And among these people, there is one person... who is different.
This is a woman, a fat woman.
Even if the factor of obesity is put aside, this woman's appearance has nothing to do with the word "beautiful"; moreover, she has not put on makeup at this time, so that she looks five or six years older than her actual age.
She was wearing a thick down jacket and jeans, both of which looked cheap at first glance, and her stubby legs seemed to be stretching the jeans open, 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.
However, this is exactly what she wants. She doesn't want to draw attention to herself.
"This is... so-called..." She walked slowly on the sidewalk and murmured to herself, "... the 'real world'..." Her eyes moved around, collecting all the information that could be obtained through vision.
The image, and there is still a white stream of light in the eyes, "Compared with other universes composed of disordered natural evolution sequences... apart from being a little more boring, what else is there to recommend..."
No one heard her talking to herself; presumably even if someone heard her, they wouldn't care or would ignore it as a chuunibyou.
"If 'fate' hadn't connected our universe to this place and established a 'superior-subordinate' relationship, the so-called 'dimension difference' would not have existed." She said, looking down at herself.
He raised his hand and tried to make a fist, "And in terms of 'strength', our derivatives are obviously better..."
When she said this, her expression suddenly changed, and at the same second, the color of the light in her eyes also became a bit mottled and dim.
"Have you been noticed so soon..." She muttered in a deep voice without expression, "Sure enough, given the current situation, it is still too reluctant to come to activities 'here'..." She sighed softly, "
Sigh... I originally wanted to meet 'him'... Forget it, I will have a chance in the future."
After saying this, the light in her eyes quickly disappeared.
The next second, this woman's expression suddenly changed. Along with it, her standing posture, the temperament between her brows, etc. also changed...
After this change occurred, she immediately looked around with a panicked look, and instinctively crossed her arms as if to protect herself.
Her reaction was like someone who had just woken up from sleepwalking...
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At the same time, in another part of S City, Feng Bujue was at home.
dong dong dong
"It's time to eat." Brother Jue knocked on the door of his room and shouted in a loud voice.
Although it is his room, because Ruoyu recently moved in, Brother Jue has once again 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... coming..." After a breath, a feeble response came from inside the room.
After another five minutes, when Feng Bujue had put all the food on the table, put the tableware in order, and sat down, the door to the room opened.
But Ruoyu, with flushed cheeks and a sickly look on his face, was walking out of the room in a pajamas with a blanket wrapped around his pajamas.
"Actually...if you need it, I can divide the food and bring it to the bed for you." Feng Bujue's tone seemed very calm. It seemed that he was used to the situation in front of him.
"It's just a cold...you don't have to go to that point...hiss..." Ruoyu said, sniffing, "Besides, getting up and moving around is also good for your body."
"What makes me feel surprised and curious is..." Feng Bujue looked at Ruo Yu who was walking slowly step by step and continued, "You cultivators can actually catch a cold?"
"First of all, I am not a cultivator, but a psychic." Faced with Brother Jue's teasing, Ruoyu now responded with ease, "Secondly, even if I am a cultivator, I have not yet developed my psychic abilities to the point where I can kill
The realm of cold germs.”
After saying that, Ruoyu just walked to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Well..." Feng Bujue said, "Considering that you are still in a 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 doesn't go away?
"
Hearing this, Ruoyu thought for a few seconds, then put down the chopsticks he had just picked up, and stretched out a hand towards Brother Jue: "How about you hold my hand and try."
"Hey..." Feng Bujue stepped back a little, "What are you doing? I've dislocated my arm once or twice in the past two weeks..."
"It's been two weeks, and the symptoms may have alleviated; and...I feel very weak now and can't exert myself..." Ruoyu continued, "You try it first, if touching hands to this extent is no problem.
, as long as you are careful on the road, it should still be okay to go to the hospital to get some medicine."
"Well..." Feng Bujue groaned again and thought for a few seconds, "Okay..."
When he finished speaking, he also put down his chopsticks, and then held Ruoyu's hand.
"Eh?" Two seconds later, Brother Jue raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems like everything is fine!"
In the past ten days... especially the past few days, Feng Bujue has tried to touch Ruo Yu's body more than once, of course... mainly with his hands or shoulders; however, Ruo Yu is like that
It's like the perverted AI in fighting games that has its own special skills. Every time a contact occurs, it immediately responds with a move.
Unexpectedly, she didn't make a move this time...
"Wait..." But Feng Bujue was happy for less than five seconds when he felt pain coming from his feet.
He lowered his head and looked under the table and found that Ruoyu was stepping on his feet.
"What are you..." Brother Jue only asked half a sentence.
Ruoyu interrupted: "The foot moved it on its own, and there's nothing I can do about it."
"Oh... that is to say..." Feng Bujue then said in a concluding tone, "your natural reaction after physical contact with others has changed from 'kill your dog's life' to 'use
Will I beat you to death with my little fist?"
"Hmm..." Ruoyu nodded, "But I'm not sure yet whether this is caused by a cold or because I have adapted to your touch to some extent."
"Hehe..." Feng Bujue laughed when he heard this, "Then I will try to change the position, method and intensity of the touch next." As he spoke, his eyes were still restless.
The earth moved to various places on Ruoyu's body.
There is no doubt that Brother Jue is being mean. If you ask him why he chose to act at such a time and place...he himself can't answer it.
A master who has reached the point where his base strength reaches the point where he and his base become one, he doesn’t need to think before taking action...
Just like those experts who complain, they will instinctively complain whenever something is wrong.
Feng Bujue was in the same situation right now. Therefore, after he finished playing, he received a one-handed arm-twisting kick from Ruoyu that was not instinctive...
In any case, he confirmed in a special way that the other party's condition was not too serious; while lying on the ground and feeling the pain in his arms and back, Brother Jue breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
