Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 268 Fingers intertwined
"Mi Li'er, Mi Li'er, are you asleep?"

Although Liu Yonglu's eyelids were already drooping, he still poked Millie Tang's shoulder twice with his fingers in a mean way, just like he had poked his deskmate in elementary school.

Millie Tang didn't wrap herself so tightly today. She put her arms outside the quilt and tilted her head to the other side.

Her eyes were actually open, but she was blinking and no one knew what she was thinking. She ignored Liu Yonglu and just stared at the darkness alone.

Liu Yonglu poked her twice, but seeing no response, he thought Millie Tang had fallen asleep, so he turned to the side.

But I was obviously very tired both physically and mentally, I just couldn't fall asleep. When I closed my eyes, all I saw were a mess of images, like a kaleidoscope of images.

"Rice grains, rice grains."

Ten minutes later, he started poking with his fingers again, but he still poked the shoulders and didn't dare to touch other places.

Millie Tang pulled a smug look at the corner of her mouth, still ignoring him, but she felt a little uncomfortable lying on her side, and the arm under her body felt a little stiff.

Liu Yonglu wanted to prop himself up and go over there to take a look at Milly Tang's sleeping face, but after thinking it over, he didn't have the courage to do it. He coughed pretentiously and turned away.

But... I still can't sleep. Oh, I have to go to sleep quickly. Liu Yonglu is also anxious. Several old audiences backstage are probably getting impatient after seeing that he hasn't gone on stage yet.

He tossed and turned, his nose filled with the special scent of Millie Tang. He thought for a moment and stretched out his finger again:
"Rice grains, rice..."

"I'm asleep! Why are you making so much noise? Go to sleep."

Millie Tang shouted in a low voice. She said she was asleep, but there was no trace of sleepiness in her tone.

"Don't sleep, chat with me for a while."

When Liu Yonglu heard this, he thought it was a good idea. He supported his head with his arms and admired the back of Millie Tang's head.

"What are you going to talk about today? I'm going to tell you to listen and then coax you to sleep, right?"

Millie Tang turned around and stared at the rogue in front of her with her big clear eyes.

"Hey, you blamed me last time, but today I'm talking to you, isn't it okay for you to listen?"

Liu Yonglu smiled playfully. He felt that he preferred Millie Tang's willful side. He couldn't stand her usual timid and fake shyness.

In the darkness, the two just looked at each other, no one spoke.

"Are you going to tell me or not? If not, I'll continue to sleep."

Millie Tang's voice became much lower, and she unconsciously switched back to her original female voice.

"Tell me, tell me, hey, what happened after I entered the fantasy dreamland this afternoon. It was so thrilling and full of ups and downs. I'm afraid you don't know it yet!"

He changed into pajamas, and without a wake-up stick in his hand, he just patted the pillow without scratching anything.

"Speaking of Jacob, the young hero, with a white horse and a silver spear, he is a remarkable figure, a well-known figure. In front of the Giraffe formation, he raised his hand and took out the dagger in his arms..."

Liu Yonglu's training as a boy was not in vain, for he could now remember all the stories in "The Legend of Tonglin" and "The White-eyebrowed Hero". He kept talking nonsense but his eyes were fixed on Millie Tang who was dimly visible in the darkness without blinking.

The more I look at Mi Li'er, the more beautiful she becomes. How could I have been so naive and stupid in the past? Such a pretty girl could actually treat others as a little boy. Chief Lai Norman and old BK must have known about this a long time ago. So many people are treating me like a monkey.

No, we should thank the chief elder. If he hadn't sent Millie Tang to me, I wouldn't have met her.

Yes, I will set up a table in my own restaurant to reward my close brothers and friends.

The next day at noon, I will hold a wedding ceremony in the mourning hall of my memorial service in the Investigation Department. Then I will invite the chief elder to come up and say a few words as a witness...

Liu Yonglu was doing three things at once. He talked about how he presented a hero in his dream, looked at the extremely beautiful Millie Tang, and even had a name for his child in his mind.

"Mi Li'er, don't just talk to me, give me some reaction."

"Go on, Mr. Rich. I love to hear it."

It's not that Millie Tang didn't want to respond. First of all, Liu Yonglu was talking too much and she couldn't get a word in. Secondly, her mind wasn't focused on the book. She just liked to see Ricky's eyes, which were a look of admiration that treated her like a girl.

At first I felt a little upset when he looked at me, but gradually I got used to it and felt that it was not bad to have him looking at me like this all the time.

"Where were we talking about? Oh, the situation on the battlefield is really changing rapidly. Just now everyone was trapped in the enemy's formation and was at a loss. Humph, in the end, it was only because of the next magic weapon that the disaster was eliminated.

But there is an old saying that goes, there are three types of people on the battlefield that are best not to mess with: monks, Taoists, beggars, children and other special people, and the last one: women.

When you meet these three types of people, no matter if you are a victorious general or..."

"Mr. Rich, so you met a woman?"

Millie Tang's eyes smiled into a crescent shape and she asked softly.

"This reader's guess is correct. Although I haven't seen her appearance, I think she must be a scum in the martial arts world, a demon woman with evil intentions..."

Liu Yonglu was not stupid. He knew that he had gotten into trouble again because of his quick mouth. How could he have forgotten to skip this part? He could only try his best to make up for it.

"Okay, Mr. Richie, you've done a good job today. Now you're sleepy. Go to sleep."

Millie Tang turned around as she said. She was not really angry. It was mainly because Liu Yonglu had built up her resistance due to White's incident before, so she was not so easily jealous.

She was worried that she would lose control of herself if she continued talking. Now she was in a shabby hotel in the middle of nowhere, lying on a hard and smelly double bed. How could she leave all her beautiful memories here?

So she quickly huddled under the quilt and added, "Keep your voice down when you talk in your sleep later." "Oh, hey, I was just thinking of buttoning it up, but you're really being disrespectful."

Liu Yonglu thought that he should have shamelessly asked for "book listening money" after buttoning his shirt, but now he has nothing to ask for.

Talk in your sleep a little quieter? I can’t control this either. Liu Yonglu turned away, and after two minutes he started talking again:
"She is not tall, with thin eyebrows, big eyes, a big nose, a small mouth, a thin waist and a fan-shaped waist. Her feet are not bound or natural, with thin soles and thin insteps, without any lumps, no bumps, no single heels, and no defects..."

He started talking again, and the noise was quite loud. Millie Tang, who was standing next to him, hadn't fallen asleep yet and was so angry that she wanted to kick him.

"Mi Li'er, I want to date you..."

"Ok?"

This is not a "spell". Why did Ricky suddenly add this sentence? Or is it just a dream?
But you're talking about this in your sleep, bastard, you still have me in your heart.

In the darkness, Millie Tang's face was burning hot. Fortunately, Ricky said this because he was asleep. If he was awake...

Thinking of this, Millie Tang quietly reached over, interlocked her fingers, and held Liu Yonglu's hand tightly.

On the other side of the bed, Liu Yonglu quietly opened his eyes, his eyeballs rolling around. He was pretending to be asleep! He was a little embarrassed to confess to her face, and he was also afraid that if Millie Tang really refused, it would be difficult to get along with her in the future, so he cheated.

Now he was holding Millie Tang's soft little hand, his heart was blossoming with joy. OK, today's reading was not in vain. He closed his eyes and continued to think of a name for the child.

……

"So Dou Nival's real name should be Saint Baran!?"

While Liu Yonglu was sleeping with the beauty, someone in another room was reasoning and gaining enlightenment. Under the dim light, Jacob was taking notes in one hand and scriptures in the other, analyzing things with a solemn and sacred expression on his face.

This night will be a night that will go down in history, and I, Jacob, will single-handedly unravel the mystery of Saint Barlaam thousands of years from now.

The judges sitting around were dumbfounded. They themselves had speculated about various identities of Dou Nival, but no matter how bold their assumptions were, they never thought of him as a saint.

There have been records of saints appearing in the world, but the most recent one was 250 years ago, when it was said that someone saw the saint Saint Ximan in the Eastern Golden Continent.

However, the time was far away, and the priest who witnessed the miracle of Saint Hierman died on the way back to the Holy See, so the authenticity of this record has always been controversial within the Holy See.

If it is confirmed today that Dou Nivar is the Saint Balaam...these people looked at each other and could see a strange sense of excitement in each other's eyes.

His name might even be written into the allegorical books of the Holy See in the future.

"Jacob, let's assume that Dou Nival is Saint Balan. What should we do tomorrow? Do we still need Nicholas?"

Bill is more pragmatic. It is a great honor to witness the saint with his own eyes, but he cannot give up the archbishop's mission so easily. He should sort out his current thoughts and put the matter of verifying Saint Balaam's identity aside for the time being.

"Judge Bill, let me ask you, is it more important to kill Nicholas? Or is it more important to bring the gospel of the saints back to the Holy See?"

"Then...then it is more important to bring the gospel back."

"Yes, you know it yourself."

"But if Dou Nival is not Saint Baran, the consequences we will have to bear will be very serious."

"The saint has her own oracles to guide the lost lambs in the direction of their destiny."

This is a sentence from the Bible. After saying this, Bill's eyes fixed and he nodded slightly. Jacob was right. If Dou Nival was Saint Balaam, then it could be verified through Nicholas's incident.

All saints are living prophets on the Holy Lady’s earth, and the direction they give is the embodiment of the Holy Lady’s will.

In other words, if Nicholas was not killed and his mission failed and he returned to the Holy See without being punished, it would indirectly prove Saint Barlaam's identity.

Jacob's attempt was bold but also clever.

"I see. Then we will just let it go. If Nicholas is there, that would be great. If not, we will gather as much information as possible and bring it back to the bishops for their judgment.

Jacob, you are in charge of this.”

"The mercy of the Saint shines upon the earth, Judge, it is my honor."

Several judges debated in the room for a while, mainly focusing on the issue of the saint using cigarettes as a blanket. They talked until late at night before disbanding.

Jacob did not sleep. He was busy until dawn. Looking at the dawn, his heart was filled with excitement. He thought that the Inquisitor was the end of his journey to worship God, but he did not expect that the Saint would give him another chance to contact the wise and loving Saint Baraan.

He said his prayers before undressing and falling asleep.

"Jacob! Jacob!"

He had just slept for five or six hours when he was woken up by his companion. He rubbed his eyes and didn't know what had happened.

"Mr. Bean, oh no, Saint Baran's follow-up team has arrived at the hotel. Should we go down and ask about Nicholas?"

"Wait a minute, I'll get dressed and ask."

Saint Barlaam had indeed not lied to me, there really was a group of people following me!
The weekend came in a blink of an eye. After I finished writing, I went to spend time with my child. I haven’t told her stories recently.

Everyone should relax on the weekend, hang out with friends, and spend more time with family. Haha, I wish you all a happy weekend.

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