Rebirth of Shuohe

"Everything must be safe, and there must be no mistakes. That day is the best opportunity, and if you miss it, you don't know how many days you will have to wait." The deep magnetic voice recalled in the dark room.

But suddenly there was another woman's voice, the voice was cold and bitter, and she said: "A boy with black hair and amber eyes must never be kept. His name is Lin Shuohe. This name is not common. You don't want it." Wrong person."

"Lin Shuohe? Strange name. Don't worry, my gang is still a little bit capable, otherwise I wouldn't dare to stand here and negotiate terms with you." Another man present was twirling the signature pen in his hand, carelessly Speaking of.Even if he wants to fight against a big family like Franky, it seems to him that it is as simple as trampling an ant to death on the road.

The woman was very dissatisfied with his arrogance, "Mr. Feldlow, you seem to take this task too easily. Underestimating the enemy is often a fatal weakness."

"Charming lady, don't you believe in my ability? You know, I can keep you out of bed for three days, do you want to try?" The man leaned over, and the woman coughed due to the thick smoke.The woman pushed him away in disgust, and hurriedly found a handkerchief from her body to wipe the spit on her face.

Ferro sat back indifferently, and slowly pressed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray. This middle-aged man who looked 80 years old was actually 142 years old. Obviously, people are more willing to believe the age shown by his face .The sound of footsteps disappeared one by one. Philrod stood up, and his attendants immediately came up and put a black cloak on him. Philrod gathered the cloak. His hands were very white, so white and fragile, no one could believe it. The wrist of an interstellar pirate leader is so thin, like a small bamboo shoot, it can be easily twisted off.

He tightened the neckline, and it was autumn again, the weather was getting cooler and windy.

The lights in Frankie's house are getting thinner, and the dew is getting darker, which makes people very easy to get tired.Wearing a white cotton pajamas, Monte came to Shuohe's door. He walked lightly, for fear that the people inside would be woken up, but when he walked to the door, he suddenly felt embarrassed.Shuohe probably didn't want to see him at this time.After all, everything in the past is not illusory, and he can't deny that he was rejected.I want Shuohe to change my mind, but I don't know where to start.

In the room, Shuo He sat on the window sill, watching the two red moons outside in a daze.The moonlight in front of the bed, bowing his head and having no homeland, he is a soul of another world drifting on this continent, no matter how serious he is in life, the feeling of being alone in a foreign land and being a stranger will never go away.He doesn't belong here, and this doesn't belong to him.

I have seen children on Weibo initiate discussions about what your QQ signature will be after your death.The answers are bizarre and colorful.Some people said "This person is dead, I have something to burn paper", some people said "Don't look for me, be careful I will Q you at night!" Some people wrote "I am one step ahead of QQ, I believe it will be with me again soon"... …

It looked pretty cool at the time.He is already in his forties, and he is completely dispensable to QQ.If it weren't for guarding Liu Ming, turning on the lights until midnight every night, it would be so boring that I would go crazy, and I wouldn't be diving in the Internet every day.But Liu Ming often blames him, do you still have me in your eyes?I don't see it in my eyes, I don't see a trace all day, either traveling with my wife and children or doing business with others, where can I see people.

Now, even QQ doesn't exist anymore, and Tencent has lost everything.He lives here, but he can't find where his roots are. Sometimes he wakes up feeling so cold.No matter how much you want to blend into this world, you can't convince yourself.Shuohe knew that if he didn't get rid of this knot in his heart, he would probably never be able to get a better life.

He looked at the table, where there was a small wooden sculpture.There is another letter.

A small black wood carving, one can see the hard work of the carver.The sculpture is a man in a black tuxedo. This man has dark hair, a shy and gentle smile, full cheeks, and a pair of eyes that are particularly vivid and lifelike, as if he is talking about something.With one hand behind his back and a hat in the other, he is very personable.

The lines are smooth and the carving is meticulous. It is hard to see that it was created by a child who knows nothing about carving.He must have spent a lot of thought, even thinking of a tuxedo that doesn't exist in this world. Although the style looks like Bo Lanxing's style, it is already very rare.

It is conceivable how the child took time out, after a lot of training, to cut and carve with a pile of wood. The sawdust fell on the ground and the failed products were placed on the table after table. , using his imagination to the extreme, thinking about the appearance of a tuxedo that he had never seen before.Actions, demeanor, eyes, every detail must be engraved in my heart, I can imagine it when I close my eyes, maybe in the middle of the night, I had a flash of inspiration, ecstatic for a novel idea, just to get the most perfect work.

The one on the table is probably the result of thousands of failures.Although the drawn lines are still rough for professionals and the details are not perfect, but compared to a novice, a person who has never had special training, it is already commendable.

When the wood carving was first held in the hand, it was a bit heavy, and the surface was very smooth, the kind after being touched countless times.

The more Shuohe looked at it, the more he wanted to sigh, it's a sin, someone voted me Qiong Yao, but I can't repay it.

Do you really not like him at all?No, when I see Monte, I will be ecstatic, and when I don't see him, I often miss him.This person seems to be the support since rebirth, the center of gravity of his life.Because of Monte, he spent many long nights slowly swallowed by loneliness, and also found the foundation of his foothold.Whenever Monte sneaked in to sleep with him, he felt so warm and at ease.

But, love is beyond words.There is a world of difference between them, one is a noble son from a famous family, and the other is an unknown child who walked out of a garbage dump. There is already a gap in life experience.What's more, he is a person who has lived most of his life. There are not many things he pursues. He just wants to live his life safely. Can he achieve it with Monte? No, Monte's family does not allow it, and neither does he himself. That A child who wants to be a general doesn't understand the vicissitudes of the future?It will be a road full of thorns, no one can walk easily, unless he just wants to play soy sauce for a while.

Being with myself means that one of them must give up his obsession.However, he was afraid of going to hell again.

Shuohe put away the wood carving and picked up the letter.That was taken from the Avon Hotel.When it was known that Ai Fan had been killed, a day had passed.Ai Fan's body had already been disposed of by the government and cremated, leaving only a small urn.Shuohe only heard people say that his blood flowed so much that the alley was dyed red, and his death was unclear.

At that time, Shuohe didn't say anything, just went back silently and changed into black clothes, and brought Ai Fan's ashes to the cemetery.He didn't have much money, so he could only find a very remote place with overgrown grass and bought a cemetery.It also cost him most of his savings.Shuohe pulled out the grass and buried Ai Fan's ashes.He kowtowed to Ai Fan's tombstone, thanking Ai Fan for his care over the years.He is destined to be the only one who knows here, because Ai Fan is actually a lonely old man. Shuohe knew a long time ago that Ai Fan has no children and is single all his life.

Ai Fan made a will very early, leaving all property and house to Shuohe after death.For Shuohe, this is a very heavy relic.

He didn't go to the hotel very often, and he didn't ask Sean where he was.The two disappeared at the same time, but he didn't want to think about it any more.It's just that Shuohe changed the correspondence address to Ai Fan Hotel.Therefore, this letter was brought from the hotel.

"To Lin Shuo and his classmates:

We are honored to inform you that you have passed our entrance examination and have been approved to study Mechanical Engineering at Simpson College.Please come to the school on time on March 2015, 3 in the Bolan ephemeris to go through the enrollment procedures.Welcome to be a student of our school, I believe you will have an unforgettable memory. ——Simpson College (official seal)

As early as when Monte was preparing to go to the military academy, Shuohe began to plan the future for himself. Franky is not something he can rely on forever. This place is like a big net, and people can’t break free. As long as you are still entangled in its network cable, It is difficult to breathe freely and find your own dreams.Shuohe knew that it was time to leave.

Before he was reborn, he was originally a teacher of mechanical science. Although the technology here is very different from that on the earth, everything is of the same origin, and everything is strung together by a unified thread, which is the law of nature.Shuohe grasped that line very well, and usually pay more attention to this aspect, it is not difficult to re-learn.Although the exam at Simpson College is a bit difficult, it is still easy to pass the middle line.As a matter of course, he passed the exam.

Looking at the bronzing cover, as well as the various materials and school badges pressed underneath, Shuohe didn't know how to tell Monte.Simpson can be said to be far and wide from the Lorenz Military Academy, which is why he chose there in the first place.Anyone with a discerning eye can see his purpose. Can Monte accept his silent rejection?

The footsteps outside the door were fast and slow, but no one knocked on the door.Shuohe listened to the messy footsteps, smiled wryly, looked in the direction of the door, hesitated, hesitated again.He even walked to the door, but the hand holding the doorknob was finally let go.He hid in the bed and wrapped himself tightly. The night was thick and the frost was heavy.

Monte stood outside the door for a long time, stubbornly refusing to leave.Sometimes, he also wants to rush in, like he did before, without any scruples, he can hold that person's waist willfully and sleep until the sky is dark.But now, he just lingered at the door, waiting for the man to change his mind, opened the door, and called him with a smile, Monte.It seems that the wish has become too humble.

Monte suddenly despised himself, what a gentleman.It's all right now, no one cares about you, and the cold air still rushes up from the soles of the feet from time to time, Monte checks the time, has he been standing for three or four hours before he knows it?He looked at the door panel that had already been stolen out of light, and turned around silently.

The author has something to say: I suddenly found that I couldn’t find anything cute in my reading, so let’s be cold when this article is cold, hehe

I know there is something wrong with the writing style, but it has become a habit

What's the matter with the dialogue, it's really my weakness

Therefore, it is really difficult to write tens of thousands of words on a scene

Let them live at your own pace

☆, dress