Chapter 76: Uncle, are you going to be impolite to me?

It was like a confrontation between water and fire. The dirt and dirt collected in the whole world seemed to be thoroughly washed away.
On this continent that has been dark for some years, more and more light spots are lit, and in the end, the earth seems to be caught in a silent sea of ​​fire.
The fire burned for three days and nights without onlookers.
On the evening of the third day, a sigh suddenly came from the depths of the sea. The holy white seed finally fell into a cloud of ashes in the flames, and as its dust settled, the towering giant plants on "Shen Xingdao" The top of the sea shuddered in pain for a moment, and then collapsed suddenly.
Entangled in the shadow root of this world, falling apart in the fire.
When the torch ignites, everything lost will be reborn.
The dazzling sunset fell on the distant sea level.
The rivers and mountains are full of blood.
After another three days, the sound of seabirds began to sound near the island, and a small splash of water in the shallow sea, and fish swarmed from below.
At this moment, a small green snake with only a thick thumb came out of nowhere, swinging the noodle-like body overwhelmingly, attempting to pass by in the sea water.
But the sea has always been calm, and whoever swims knows.
This little snake without thick kelp was quickly taunted by the rough sea and the waves. Its course was completely Brownian. Sometimes it was rushed over there, sometimes rushed over there, and it made it dizzy. He twisted himself into a ring connected end to end, and the broken jar and the ground simply wandered away with the water.
It just drifted with the waves for some time, and suddenly it was stopped by something.
The little green snake bumped into a green vine, and it was taken aback. He raised his head in all directions, reached out the snake letter and probed left and right. I'm afraid that it won't make a circle, so I decisively abandoned my dignity as a poisonous snake, completely transformed into a cabbage worm, and walked up with the worm.
The vines seem to have no roots, quietly entrenched in the vicinity of the sea water mountain, uniquely still in the wind and waves, with a crimson flower at the top.
Each petal is nearly two meters long, sometimes splashed with several drops of water from the sea, at first glance it seems to be sprinkled with a circle of broken diamonds.
Little Green Snake crawled up the petals edge by edge, and saw a man curling up at the heart of the flower. The man also carried an uncommon little walnut on his neck.
It seemed to have found the end, crawled past with peace of mind, nestled beside the man, warmed by the temperature of the human body in the sea breeze.
As for Chu Huan, he had a long dream.
Everyone, at a certain moment, at a certain moment, in a certain situation, will produce a puzzle like a universal question: Why is it me?
Why am I successful? Why did I fail? What luck is mine? Why is it me who is unlucky?
There are so many people in the world, why do some things fall on my head?
It may be precisely because of this doubt that the incense of praying to God can last so long.
All along, Chu Huan believed the old goat's words and felt that his origin had some connection with the mysterious Liyizu.
When nothing happened, he opened his mind and thought about a lot of very interesting plots. For example, Nanshan ’s scumbag dad brought a bunch of children who were trafficked to the border and engaged in human experiments. Later, he got caught in the east window and was killed by his wife , The rescued children let Chu Aiguo, who happened to be working nearby, adopt that kind of thing ... and so on.
But it turned out that he had nothing to do with the Shoushan people for half a cent. He was a passerby who was mistaken by Mei Se.
So how did the first generation of gatekeeper's solemn warning be distorted into "the savior from the water"?
Chu Huan thought for a while and figured out that in this crisis-ridden environment, people need such a savior, so that even in the most desperate situation, in the moment before closing their eyes, they can still have a certain heart. This kind of hope of being saved can be fearless for life and death.
I am afraid that those who gave him away are so subconsciously believe it?
Chu Huan didn't know if he was still alive, he couldn't move, he couldn't feel the warmth of the outside world, but the consciousness had been active and had a long time to think about some issues.
He felt tired and tired, and even more lonely.
In the final analysis, he was only a young man, frivolous, and he refused to believe in a savior from beginning to end, so he had to be rushed to ducks and be personally a savior.
Chu Huan didn't care much about whether he was dead or alive, but he wanted to spread his consciousness everywhere like the first-generation gatekeeper.
He had a abacus in his heart—Chu Huan was about to go out for a lap at noon, go door-to-door to see what everyone was eating, go out for a lap in the evening, peek at a pretty little girl or boy taking a bath, and go out for another lap To visit the HD nightlife in other people's houses.
However, his wish was a bit difficult to reach, so he failed to realize it.
Chu Huan's body couldn't move, and his consciousness couldn't move. It seemed to be burned into a black charcoal, and he had no power to stun the sprouting fashion.
The patriarch of the gatekeeper said that the Yin Gui which had devoured the whole world was a seed from the world next door. In fact, this matter is a bit numb when you think about it.
How many hidden doors does a world have? How many different worlds are connected inside and outside the door? How many doors are hidden behind the mischievous seed? How many worlds have grown that seed and swallowed it into a void?
In view of the fact that these things became more and more creepy, Chu Huan didn't want it anyway-anyway, he was still unclear about his life and death, and I might not have to do the work of the savior in his lifetime.
He was also reluctant to think about Nanshan and angina pectoris when he thought about it. Unfortunately, although he wished he could escape to the end of the world, the man was always lingering in his heart, even if he was always left behind by his mind, he would not be entangled with it.
Chu Huan didn't sleep like he was awake, but he couldn't wake up. I didn't know how long after that he saw a familiar light.
He had seen the light when he was seriously injured by Xiao Baihua, but now he will see you again, as if he hasn't met again for a long time, and he is very kind.
After passing that light, we will be reunited with Chu Patriotic. This time, Chu Huan didn't have any fear. He even stood up a little bit happily and walked to the bright place quite familiarly.
Walking to the edge, one foot was already lifted, and Chu Huan suddenly seemed to feel something, and turned around once.
He saw the depths of darkness, and there was someone standing there.
Yes ... Nanshan.
Nanshan came to him and stood still two steps away, with a silent pleading, he stretched out a hand at him.
Since these days, Chu Huan had been in a big dream with no end in sight. When he saw Nanshan, he suddenly woke up a little and was awakened with a cold sweat.
Seven emotions and six desires seemed to return to his body again, making him roll a nail bed so badly, it really hurts.
Chu Huan's face was pale, and he endured his heart like a knife, and made a yawning smile like a debt collector. He didn't take that hand, but asked nonchalantly, "What is this for?"
The look of fear and pleading on Nanshan's face was heavier.
Chu Huan lowered his eyes, refused to look at him, put his hands behind his back, and said indifferently, "Please, me? What about when I ask you?"
He said this, and there was a nearly childish grievance in his heart, as if he had suppressed the unexplained and unexhausted pain for a long time. Probably when people are very sad, they instinctively know who they can hurt.
Stabbing a knife in the chest of a lover, sometimes just like the miserable young boy in the second and middle stage secretly used a knife to kill himself, there was an indescribable pleasure.
"Are you really sad that I'm dead?" Chu Huan asked this sentence knowingly, turning his back in front of Nanshan's face and raising his foot to the source of the light again.
His footsteps did not fall, he heard an almost hoarse call: "Chu Huan!"
The voice seemed to come from itself, and it seemed to come from farther away. The voice was torn and brought out a whimper of tears.
Chu Huan's footsteps could not immediately fall, he opened his eyes to the bright light in front of him, his eyes did not hide, and even a little tear was stabbed, and he stood still for some time before slowly raising the footsteps. Received it back.
With tears pierced by the strong light, he turned to Nanshan behind him and said, "I like you, but I don't owe you anything."
Nanshan looked at him faintly and stretched out his hand to him motionlessly.
Chu Huan lowered his eyes, tears rolled down from the top of his eyelashes, but he did n’t make a face anymore, Chu Huan wiped it off, smiled self-deprecatingly, and turned back to hold Nanshan ’s hand: "Well, even if I owe Okay. "
In an instant, the huge thrust swept everything in front of him, Chu Huan's chest seemed to be smashed hard, and he felt his body afterwards.
He felt heavy and tired, and it took his whole body strength to open the eyelid. Before he could feel the fact that he had not been burnt to death, there was a sound of a porcelain bowl smashing in his ear.
The next moment, he was suddenly picked up and hugged into his arms, Chu Huan was unable to open his eyes, but he smelled a scent of osmanthus.
When Chu Huan got out of bed, it would be another few days.
As soon as he woke up, he found that he had returned to Shenshan. In the house of the Nanshan patriarch Nanshan, he could see how long he had been in a coma.
"It" was burned clean, and the nebula had completely dissipated. Even the monsters on the mainland did not know why, and they evaporated from the world overnight.
Everything seems to be back to its original state, and the people who have been devoured seem to have an upside down dream.
It is said that Nanshan found him and the shrunken snake near the sea water mountain on Shenxing Island. According to the description of Yuan Ping's mouth running train, he was very coquettish at the time, and was caught in a flower by a very large flower. . As soon as Nanshan took him down, the flower fell apart with the vine below, and turned into a pile of foam and sank into the sea-the few words behind Chu Huan suspected that Yuan Ping's fairy tale was too much and blind Made up.
Every day on the Shenshan is very lively, and even without the monsters that regularly click on the Mao, even the gatekeeper's sentry is not so strict.
The rest of the life will naturally sing songs and dances. In the spring, the elder sister became a gyro, swept through like a whirlwind every day, preparing countless drinks and food, and sometimes helping to receive visitors to worship the God Mountain.
Chu Huan's "outside" identity of the person who lit the torch suddenly changed.
Even in the patriarch's house, he could not escape the growing crowd of onlookers, so after Chu Huan got out of bed, he disappeared in front of everyone again.
He would take a book he bought from Nanshan ’s house every day before dawn and take it away. In a blink of an eye, he would disappear in the depths of the mountain jungle, and disappeared completely, even covering the smell, even the most sensitive animal in the nose He couldn't find any trace of him.
It just disappeared all day, and it would be late at night before coming back to spend the night.
Chu Huan's attitude is actually not a problem. He is still very gentle and patient with Nanshan. Asking what to say, he will follow Nanshan's topic and occasionally make a few jokes, but Nanshan just thinks that there is something wrong with him.
"Can you not go out today?" Nanshan finally put forward this sentence one morning, a little nervous for no reason, "I'm here today, won't let them bother you?"
When Chu Huan heard the words, he agreed quickly, and really stayed in the room for a day.
He likes a two-sided wall, looking up at the corner of the window, sitting in that place all day, basically not moving. Nanshan found that if he did n’t tease him, he seemed to become a ball of air-Yuan Ping came once in the afternoon , Glanced around the house in a hurry, and blurted out: "Run out again?"
A large living person was there, and Yuan Ping didn't seem to see it. Until Chu Huan closed the book in his hand and coughed, Yuan Ping didn't notice his existence. Nanshan knows that this is something that the experienced hunter will know a little, converge his own breath, and intentionally let others ignore his existence.
Why is he like this? Nanshan shuddered in his heart.
Yuan Ping was stunned for a while, and seemed to be aware of it. He seemed to be sitting around Chu Huan with carelessness: "Are you incubating eggs in the house all day? The mountain gate will soon turn around and come out to have a bar with everyone at night Tomorrow we will say goodbye. "
Chu Huan glanced at him and replied with words, "Oh, good."
Yuan Ping raised his eyes and looked at Nanshan solemnly.
Yuan Ping hit Chu Huan with his shoulder: "What are your plans after going back?"
Chu Huan casually turned a page: "Well, I see if I can get some power supply equipment. I plan to buy a computer and come back."
"Who asked you these chickens," Yuan Ping interrupted him impatiently. "Aren't you going to contact Lao Wang? Don't you visit our nephew? Are you planning to go back to work? Are you planning to pack your patriarch? Go, or run to commute by yourself? "
Chu Huan frowned slightly, and then opened it casually, seemingly troublesome, and replied perfunctoryly: "Let's talk."
He just sent Yuan Ping away.
Nanshan sent Yuan Ping out. Yuan Ping shook his head to him and whispered, "I also feel something is wrong. He seems to be ... people have woke up, God has not yet woke up, patriarch, you have looked at him a little bit more these days Now. "
But Chu Huan can't stop watching if he wants to.
In the evening, the gatekeeper and the mountain guard were mixed for the last time. Even Luger did not refuse to toast. In the hand of Yuan Ping, he drank it. There were campfires and jubilant crowds everywhere. Nanshan found that he was just the wrong eye. Chu Huan turned on the stealth skill again, and disappeared into the crowd.
Nanshan was so anxious that he threw all his belongings to Ruger and found people everywhere.
Just as he pulled up the fourth person to inquire about Chu Huan's whereabouts, his shoulder was gently patted twice.
Nanshan turned back too fiercely, his expression as if he wanted to eat people, Chu Huan was forced to take a step back with his burning eyes, and asked somehow, "Look for me?"
Nanshan grabbed Chu Huan and pulled him out of the crowd indiscriminately.
He threw all the tribes aside, dragged Chu Huan home all the way, and the unexplained tribes whistled and whistled.
Entering the house to lock the door, Nanshan pressed Chu Huan almost rudely against the wall, grabbing the collar of his shirt, feeling the collarbone protruding under his hand.
Chu Huan was stunned for a moment, as if he felt that this posture was a bit ambiguous, and he whispered habitually and chuckled with a smile: "Yo, why? Uncle, are you going to be impolite to me?"
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There is a final chapter, do not have to wait until tomorrow, I will finish it at night, love you ~