He couldn't help but laugh from the bottom of his heart,
"so.
Maybe I already understood:
You must accept your true self, admit all its ugly and youthful parts, and live frankly.
Loneliness is also part of my youth.
Just like I was sitting on the Shinkansen reading a book with a forged signature,
And one of the sentences, I still remember clearly:
(I lay on my back and looked at the sky.
The ground that had been rained in the early morning was damp and cool, but the refreshing fragrance of the earth still rippled around. A few winter birds flew up from the grass, crossed the fence and disappeared into the blue sky.
Only birds can fly over the wall. The low, heavy clouds foretell that a harsh winter is imminent, but maybe it’s time for me to fly over that thick wall of snow.)”
He said so.
Also started to hold the noodles in Bala's hands.
Maybe it’s because he often plays games and takes time out to make instant noodles, and often forgets to make cup noodles, so he is more accustomed to eating warm noodles.
but now.
With the coolness of the winter night in the south of the Yangtze River and the breeze along the Linjiang Road, he felt that the shrimp clear soup noodles in front of him were rarely so perfect.
The noodles are silky smooth in your mouth.
The noodle soup has the warmth of a land of plenty and a warmth that can penetrate the heart and spleen.
Su Wen felt that he had already understood it, and the life he was experiencing now was probably the most memorable time.
Jiang Menghan, Angelia, Nelson, Filia, Noah, Caroline, Lendl, Croshan... He has never forgotten any of their names.
He is not alone.
And he has gradually become accustomed to the life with the [Time Travel] system:
"Don't be stunned, let me tell you, this noodles is really delicious."
Looking at Su Wen eating noodles,
Jiang Menghan couldn't help but smile softly. She took a few sips like a lady and then continued:
"Speaking of the past.
All I remember now is that in high school, you were sitting on the last row of desks reading "Kafka on the Shore" written by Haruki Murakami.
No wonder you like to read his books."
And the girl still remembers taking the book from his hands,
The wind at that time happened to turn the book to a certain page, and the sunlight outside the window happened to fall on the text that impressed her deeply:
("When I was fifteen years old, I often wanted to run far away and go to some other world." Saeki said with a smile,
"Run to a place where no one can reach, a place where time does not flow."
"But there is no place like that in the world."
"yes.
So I just live like this, living in this world where things are constantly damaged, my mind is constantly drifting, and time is constantly passing.”)
Su Wen still remembered that it was the first time she discovered that he was a hidden literary youth.
Of course, it seems a bit pretentious to talk about this kind of topic now.
So he chose to ignore the topic and asked the shopkeeper's mother-in-law for a bowl of clear soup noodles that he had just finished.
As an extraordinary person, eating two more midnight snacks will not have any impact.
now.
The night is long and quiet.
Time passed slowly in this quiet night.
The heat of the shrimp noodle soup gradually dissipated in the breeze, but their stories continued to wash away in the distance along the river breeze of Linjiang Road:
"Tomorrow morning we have to communicate with Mr. Lin about the information we got during the Blood Moon Ceremony crisis.
According to my estimation.
Next, the protection intensity of Binhai City's new urban area will most likely be raised by one or even two levels."
The two of them said goodbye at the intersection on their way home.
And Su Wen also pushed his broken bicycle, farther and farther from the depths of the alley amid the light sound of jingling bells.
He did not notice that his influence in the world skyrocketed due to the rapid increase in ordinary people who had just awakened.
Of course, even if you know.
He won't be surprised, because he deserves it.
On the other side of Binhai City New District.
Inside Binhai City Night Watch Prison,
The interrogation of the night watchman has come to an end for the time being.
After recalling the strong pressure Su Wen put on him and the terrifying scene of instant death,
The bandage man finally understood why Yellow-haired Ken was so scared.
He finally understood why Ken escaped like a dead dog with half his life.
now.
Huang Mao, who was leaning next to him, sighed:
"If I had known that there was such a master, I would not have come to this place that is the focus of APEC.
Now we are done.
K, do you have any other options?"
After hearing what he said, the bandage man thought about it and said in a deep voice:
"The blood fades or the blood dissolves.
It’s a pity that the E3 blood sample avatar can only be used at level 3, and you also need to consider whether uploading your personality will cause you to become a fool.”
But right now.
As the lights of the entire night watchman's prison flickered for a moment,
The figure of a certain figure wearing the uniform of the Night Watch gradually became clear:
Seeing this figure, the bandaged man also had a hint of unspeakable terror on his face.
He lunged forward and grabbed hold of the steel door of the cell.
The night passed like this.
The winter morning in Jiangnan is like an elegant ink painting, quiet and beautiful.
The sky showed a light blue-grey color, with a slightly cold morning light, softly falling on the ancient tile houses and bluestone alleys.
The distant mountains are looming under the mist, as if covered with a mysterious veil.
The breeze blows gently, bringing a slight chill, but it is also mixed with the fresh fragrance of grass and trees.
It's half past eight in the morning.
Su Wen came to Old Lin's used bookstore with Jiang Menghan as promised.
But when he pushed open a creaking broken door, he smelled the refreshing fragrance of tea again.
That's right, the place where they communicated information was not the Night Watch Base in Binhai City New District.
Although it is called Forest Bureau, this old naughty boy still prefers his shabby bookstore.
Of course, the first floor of his second-hand bookstore is filled with old books and all kinds of guidance materials that I don’t know where to get. Naturally, there is no way to entertain customers.
However, this bookstore is a self-built dilapidated building, with a second and third floor, and the rest of the available space is not that bad.
Enter the reception room on the second floor.
Lin Xiqing is also there,
She handed Su Wen and Jiang Menghan a cup of hot tea each, and then teased them:
“My grandfather was originally planning to make a fortune by demolishing this dilapidated building.
Unexpectedly, Binhai City directly focused its construction efforts on the new district, and there was no such thing as demolition in the old city.
Obviously the Lin family is not short of these millions or ten million."
Hear this statement.
The old curator, who had been in the room for a long time, couldn't help but smile. He casually took a thin ancient book from the bookshelf hidden by Old Man Lin:
"Old Lin just enjoys the joy of making money. He is a money addict and cannot change it.
correct.
Where did you get this long-lost fragment of "Yongle Dadian"?"
I asked this question after hearing that my old friend had just finished making fun of me.
Old man Lin replied angrily:
"Fake."
Director Yu continued unhurriedly:
"Of course I know it's fake.
But the problem is, if you don’t have the ‘real thing’, where can you get the manuscript?”