【Summer Five】Iron City Wall

Wujo is awakened by the fragrance.

He got up from the bed, the quilt slipped down his shoulders, but his upper body, which was only wearing a shirt, didn't feel cold.The indoor heating is turned on to the most suitable temperature, the sunlight outside the window is slanted, and the orange shimmer spreads along the clouds to the canal, and dusk is approaching.

After sitting in a daze for a while, he remembered that he had a stomach problem before going to bed, ordered AI to buy medicine, but fell asleep until evening.Looking away, he saw a glass of water and two capsules on a paper towel on the bedside table, so he moved over to pick it up and ate it.

The water was still warm, slightly higher than the temperature of the mouth, and the medicine and warm water slid down the esophagus, smoothing the five wrinkled stomachs.He was a little sober at this moment, and realized that the AI ​​had no hands or feet, and probably couldn't send the medicine home, so someone must have been here.

Who can get in the five major generals' sophisticated electronic blockade?

It is clearly a reason that can be understood as soon as one thinks about it, but Wu Tiao stared at the void dimly, unable to straighten out his thoughts for a long time.He simply got up, rubbed his slippers, opened the door and walked out, followed the smell of food to the living room, and was startled by the person on the sofa.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the vast Grand Canal, and inside the window is the crimson halo of the setting sun and a black-haired young man leaning on his back and reading a book.He was wearing a simple knitted sweater with a loose neckline, black hair hanging messily on his shoulders, outlining a clean face.

Hearing the movement, the young man raised his head from the book, and the facial features filled with ink flowed.The tip of the eyes, like a stroke of ink that is about to be exhausted, flew obliquely towards the temples, dripping with moisture.Wujo stood where he was, his heart speeding up unsatisfactorily, almost shattering the daze and tiredness that enveloped his mind.

Xia You reached out and pinned a strand of hair behind her ear, and said with a smile, "Wu, good evening."

"Oh." Wutiao muttered in response, "How did you get in..."

Then he remembered the two biological information he had set in the gate, and he was speechless, looking at Xia You for a long time, speechless.Xia You put the book on the coffee table, got up and straightened the clothes, and said, "Let's have dinner, it's almost 06:30."

He walked into the kitchen, took out the bowls and chopsticks with ease, and started adding rice.The range hood has been turned off, the soup is simmering in the pot, and the table is full of two vegetables and one meat, from the arrangement to the aroma, it exudes great attraction.Wutiao wanted to refuse, but Guwei automatically remembered the time when he was served with delicious food and drink, and immediately quarreled against the owner's wishes, forcing him to sit at the table with the mentality of "don't eat for nothing".

Xia You came out with the rice, "The soup is in the pot, it will be cold when it comes out, you have to drink it and add it yourself."

Picking up the spoon silently, Wutiao lowered his head to drink the specially overcooked porridge.The rice grains are soft, glutinous and sweet, and the chopped green onion brings out the dispersed taste. You can taste the diffuse aroma when you first enter your mouth, spreading from the tip of the tongue to the throat cavity, with rich layers.He swallowed slowly spoon by spoon, his stomach, which was sore a few hours ago, gradually stretched, and every nerve stretched comfortably.

The meal was quite quiet, no one talked, only the gurgling sound of the soup pot came from the kitchen, occasionally mixed with the crisp sound of bowls and chopsticks.Tasting the long-lost "exclusive" craftsmanship, Wujo realized that there was really no one more suitable for him than Xia Youjie in the world.

What followed was a sentence, soft and shallow, warm and swollen by the aroma of rice.

"You haven't cooked for me for ten years."

It's almost a complaint, with a bit of anger.Xia You looked up at him, as if she never expected to hear such an exclamation, and Wu Tiao almost stuffed it back into her mouth with the last sound of that sentence—it is a shameful act to surrender to the enemy easily, and it is not advisable.

So Xia You smiled as expected, her eyebrows and eyes were raised, and her forehead trembled slightly, "Okay, anyway, I will stay in the first district during this period of time, and I can cook for you every day."

He didn't realize what kind of earth-shattering words he said, and continued: "You don't have to worry about the teaching position at the state university. The dean understands that I am helping the army. I wish I could stay longer and earn more honor for the school. You don’t want to see me hurrying back to teach.”

Speaking of this, Wutiao thought about it and couldn't find any flaws. As soon as the promise of "don't worry about your own job" came out, he was almost invincible, and any dissuasion would be useless.Whether or not Wu Tiao wants to dissuade him is another matter.

"I'm not obligated to provide you with a place to stay." He forced his voice to sound indifferent, "Ask Qihai to arrange it, and don't bother me." But he was still eating rice cooked with summer oil, and he was completely unconvinced force.

Laughing it away, Xia You took the five vacant rice bowls to fill the soup.The broth of the corn ribs is very beautiful, the soup base is clear, and the aroma of the big bones is completely immersed in the texture. Every bite is like soaking the esophagus in a hot spring.There is a bowl full of froth next to the induction cooker, and the cooker carefully added all the fat that should have been attached to the skeleton, and only a few bowls of beautiful thick soup were obtained.

After dinner, Xia You went to clean up the dishes, and Wutiao spread out on the sofa to read the book he had turned earlier.It was a reprinted poetry collection "A Season in Hell" imitating the old era. It was recompiled by the founder of the State University College of Liberal Arts and a group of scholars, and included all surviving prose poems of Arthur Rimbaud.

"Bring your greed, your egoism, and all your great sins, and die." *Wu Tiao touched the page of the book and read softly.

When they were still in the fifth district, they would often read various books from the old era from Hongshu's bookcase, trying to read between the lines the taste of human civilization before the snow covered the land.Xia You is often better at empathy than him, and often writes long speeches with excitement or sadness, trying to prove the unfinished feelings of the old era.

As for now—Wu Tiao doesn't think Xia You is still as sad as before, although he has always been a "good boy".People will always be changed by time, and walk forward numbly; but that river will never allow people who go upstream, as if their existence itself is a great evil, a subversive forbidden by God.

"Are you a retrograde person?" he asked softly. "Would you go down the turbulence without looking back?"

The kitchen door opened, Xia You wiped her hands and walked out, hanging the towel on the back of the chair by the way.He heard Wu Tiao speak, but couldn't hear clearly, so he asked, "What?"

Wu Tiao did not answer, and looked back at him, threw "Hell Season" on the sofa, curled up into a ball and turned over.Seeing him like this, Xia You sighed, picked up the bag next to the entrance and said, "I should go."

"Oh." Wutiaotou didn't reply, "Thank you for today, I will tell the AI ​​assistant to stop talking to strangers casually, goodbye."

But the sound of the door opening was delayed.Just as Wujo was about to open his eyes, the top of his head suddenly felt hot, and the tip of his hair felt warm and moist.Like someone leaned down and carefully placed a very light kiss on the hair.

"Take care of yourself." Xia You said, there seemed to be a thousand words stuck in his throat, and he could barely squeeze out this sentence, "I'll wait for you to contact me."

He stretched out his hand lightly, rubbing his fingertips on the five sides of his neck, and after a while, he turned and left with that little bit of heat.

The two doors were closed one after another, Wujo lay down for a while, then got up and went to the bedroom to get the terminal.Seeing that the text message interface was open, he didn't think much about it, and directly opened the new email from Huiyuan, and saved the attachments in triplicate.

The night gradually enveloped the sky over the city, and the half-opened windows released a hint of coolness.The headlights in the house turned on automatically, and the glass reflected light, blurring the shadowy silhouette of the Grand Canal.

It's time, Gojo thought.

Before opening the address book, he lightly pressed the hair spinner, as if he could still feel the soft and precious farewell just now - I have to say, Xia Youjie is really good at doing this, his heart is beating fast It's up to the throat.

"Hello," Wu Tiao dialed the phone with a thought, "where are you?"

"Speak directly." The other party was as impatient as ever.

Wutiao was in a delicate mood and didn't mean to quarrel. He said directly: "I'm going to catch a big fish. I will go to see you first within five days, and then lead someone to collect the net. The method of contact is up to you, and the location is up to you. I Just be there."

"If you talk like this again, I promise you will die in five days."

"Oh? It's fine. Anyway, there are still three years before the contract expires, and the chips you put in my hand... don't worry about it." Wutiao smiled happily, "You will bear the consequences!"

The other side couldn't bear it anymore, and the sound of the metal cover opening and closing sounded continuously, as if he was fidgeting to throw a lighter.Wujo waited quietly for a while, and sure enough, he heard a sentence to suppress his anger, "Okay, wait."

After the communication was hung up, Wutiao sent a text message to the opposite party, and turned the locked terminal on the coffee table.He lay on his back on the sofa, looking at the dishwasher still in operation, his thoughts drifted away.

Nearly 10 years old, when he thought of the dogma of the Torch Society again, he inevitably had many new insights.The church itself is heinous, and it is the birthplace and wrapping paper of all negative desires. It can be seen from the fact that they punish babies under [-] in the name of God.But what Nelson said... what the Pope said was by no means worthless.

At least the words engraved in the heart of the young Gojo Wutiao are still deafening, making him want to cover his ears, pretending that he has never noticed or fallen.The old man with white beard and hair once raised his finger tremblingly when he saw Wutiao for the first time, and said in an intermittent voice: "Holy Son, please remember that emotion is the most useless burden in the world, and you must not indulge in it." its kind."

At that time, he was flattering, but he really remembered this motto.It was not until adulthood that we really learned the hard way, knowing the burden of exponential growth with time.

It should be known that all living beings suffer a lot, and there are often those who are pure-hearted and abstinent, but the word love can never be bypassed.

For example, the person on the other end of the phone is willing to restrain his nature for a promise and a few trivial payments, and become the appearance he hates most in his life;

In the twilight, the first district is still brilliant in the dark, using lights to describe the magnificence of the sleepless night.Looking at the flashing neon lights in the urban area, Wujo inadvertently thought of Xia You.

Does he also walk through the gorgeous night market at this moment, with brisk steps, and his side face is reflected by the lights? She looked at the appearance of the little girl's hair, and smiled leisurely, her face was like a golden evening lotus.

The brand remaining deep in the roots of the hair burned again, as if falling into a big dream that had been absent for ten years.

Wutiao closed his eyes and smiled, blowing away Xia Youjie who was strutting in his mind like a cloud.He will devote himself to the next battlefield, and the unnamed true and false nostalgia can only be hurriedly buried before the spring mud decays, together with the quiet and quiet sandalwood.

"Jie, help me contact Qihai." He said to AI, "The final network collection is about to begin."