Chapter 2140: Under settings

Homeless looked in the direction Ye Chen was pointing. It was a cloud in the remote area on her right. The cloud was sparse and lonely, which reminded people of the backyard where weeds had been removed for no reason. She moved her eyes downward and exhaled slowly. , The voice was pulled from the little by little.
"cloud."
A boring answer.
Ye Chen looked at her dissatisfied and said, "What I asked was what the cloud looked like."
Homeless nodded to show that she understood Ye Chen's meaning. She stared at Fuyun for a long time, and then solemnly answered Ye Chen: "Like a chain entangled."
Ye Chen froze for a moment. He turned from lying down to sitting, the skin on his face was tight, and after a while he lay back, using his thumbs and index fingers to compare two sevens, crossed and placed the camera in front of him. , Looking at the floating cloud through the frame, replied: "It does look a bit like a chain." The floating cloud, sparse and entangled, is not just a chain linked together?
"But." Ye Chen paused. He glanced at Wujia and saw that there was no response from Wujia. He said helplessly, "You really have no curiosity at all."
Homeless turned over, turned his back to Ye Chen and put his hand on his back and said, "You said it."
Although this support was not sincere at all, Ye Chen felt that compared with the state of the stinky face of homelessness, this is also an improvement. He coughed twice and cleared his throat and said, "You don't Does it feel like cotton, one after another, the cotton is pulled apart, entangled and turned into a flower."
"Cotton? Flower?" Wujia repeated these words repeatedly, and finally sneered.
Ye Chen asked unclearly, "What are you laughing at?"
Homeless shook his head. He couldn't see her expression. He could only hear a voice that was as cold as a lake frozen in the twelfth lunar month of winter. From the mouth of the young girl, Homeless said, "According to you. According to this, the sky is all cotton and flowers."
"How can this be the same?" Ye Chen raised his voice. In order to prove his point, he pointed to another floating cloud and said: "Look, this piece is like an eagle flying with wings."
He pointed to another place and said, "Don't you think this looks like a tree?"
Homeless responded coldly: "No matter what it looks like, it has no meaning."
"You didn't find the eyes of beauty." Ye Chen was a little unhappy. When one person shares something with another, he always hopes to get some positive response from the sharer, even though he shares it with no home The purpose of these is not pure, and he doesn't really care about these in his heart, but in order to maintain the personality, he still has to say something.
Homeless suddenly turned around, and she stared at Ye Chen's eyes with a sense of horror, and said, "Why should I pay attention to a bunch of things that have been set?"
"It was set?" Ye Chen was even more surprised. He looked up at the clouds in the sky, each of them has its own appearance, floating in the sky with the breeze, calm and natural, and there is no trace of artificial stacking.
Homeless also seemed to realize that she had said something wrong. She turned around and said in a muffled voice, "I didn’t say anything, you didn’t hear anything." Ye Chen looked at it and saw that Homeless was depressed. The cheeks that got up.
Ye Chen laughed secretly, homeless words and deeds are very mature, sometimes he feels that he is talking to an adult, but the age limit is not easy to get rid of, such as now.
He walked around to the homeless and asked: "You speak clearly, what does it mean to be set? I don't think you have seen a real cloud before you say that." With the lessons learned, Ye Chen found a way to deal with it. The best way to be homeless, children like things, are the most unbearable for radicalization, right?
"Are you saying that I am a frog at the bottom of the well?!" The homeless cheeks bulged even more. Ye Chen looked at it, and a thought flashed through his mind: Wouldn't it explode like this? He suddenly felt a little itchy in his hands, especially wanting to squeeze his homeless cheek.
"I tell you, you talents are frogs at the bottom of the well! Every day you look at the vain world without knowing anything, being kept in captivity without knowing it, you are the most ridiculous, you are the frog at the bottom of the well!!" The lungs roared out, and Ye Chen discovered that her emotions were not right since she started to say the first sentence. He immediately covered the homeless mouth and blocked the rest of her words in his palms.
After finishing talking about homeless, he gasped violently. It didn't look like a person watching the clouds on the grass, but like a rescued person who accidentally fell into the water and struggled for a long time before getting up.
Ye Chen repeated his homeless back again and again: "It's okay, it's okay."
After a while, Homeless came over, and her breathing gradually eased. Her two amber eyeballs turned and moved upwards, staring at Ye Chen. Ye Chen showed a polite smile and Homeless broke his hand. Said: "Laughing so ugly."
Ye Chen touched his face and sighed and said, "There is no way to be ugly, the appearance is natural."
"The appearance of someone is fake." Wujia said, touching his face with his finger, lightly, and then quickly moved away.
"Plastic surgery? I don't like that stuff."
"What do you like? Look at fake clouds?" Wujia said ironically.
Ye Chen looked at her as if she didn’t understand why her tone suddenly became bad. He was looking at her homeless and realized that she was speaking wrongly. She turned her face away and said in silence for a while: "Villa group The clouds inside are all fake."
"Why?" Ye Chen asked.
"To get something."
"What is it?" Ye Chen stared at the homeless face with a focused expression. Deep in his eyes, the deep light was floating up and down. Homeless glanced at him and said: "Something in the interest of some people."
"Who?" Ye Chen moved his apple up and down and continued to ask.
Homeless impatiently gave an eye knife and said angrily: "Are you a hundred thousand why? Where are so many and why?"
This is the bottom line of homelessness. Ye Chen thought in his heart. He changed the subject and asked: "May I ask you the last question? You said you have seen real clouds, that is, you also came in from outside?"
Homelessness became even more uncomfortable. The hair behind her floated, moving restlessly, about to move around, all over murderous intent. Ye Chen looked at him and touched his neck subconsciously.
"I haven't agreed to answer you, you have already asked." Wujia sighed and relaxed herself helplessly. She looked at the distance with her eyes open, as if she was caught in a certain memory. ..
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