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Cheng Che sat cross-legged on the carpet, propped up his chin and looked at Jing Yuan, "You are complaining about me in your heart, right?"
"Yeah." Jing Yuan nodded with his eyes bent, "You won't get acne if you don't say it out."
Learned!
I have already learned the tricks of the Crow's Mouth!
Cheng Che sighed, stood up and casually put the sticky note on the chair next to him.
He put his luggage on his back and stood in front of Jingyuan, looking at the white-haired man carefully, "But you forgot that fever is my label, not my shortcoming. It won't make you get acne if you say it out."
Cheng Che lowered his eyes and tore off a piece of sticky note paper with a strange icon printed on it. He carefully stuck it on Jing Yuan's chest and said in a low voice, "Remember, keep it close to you. This is an important prop for me to save you from danger."
Who is afraid of being burned?
As soon as he finished speaking, the man with the bag disappeared into the house and headed to Yalilo No. 6 to see the aurora he had been longing for.
Jing Yuan's eyelids twitched and he reached out to touch the note paper.
After a while, Jing Yuan finally couldn't help but chuckle.
He took two steps forward, tore off another sticky note stuck on the back of the chair, put it in his pocket, and turned to leave.
Sticky note...icon...
Although I don't know the reason, it is definitely related to Cheng Che's disappearance without a trace.
So……
It makes sense for a small piece of paper to appear anywhere, doesn't it?
Chapter 231 You look quite conservative...
On the endless snowfield, a tent took root in the cold wind.
There was a small earth marrow stove placed facing away from the wind, and a pot of water was boiling.
The long-haired man sat on a small stool nearby, staring at the pot with his eyes downcast. After a while, he stretched out his bandaged hand and threw the food into the pot.
Steam rose into the air in the cold wind, and the cold air rolled over the plain with snowflakes.
Not far away, a woman with purple-red hair sat cross-legged on a broken wall, lowering her eyes as she applied layer after layer of rosin to the bow in her hand.
"Ah..." Kafka sighed softly, her voice gentle but helpless, "It's too cold, the tone will be different."
Hearing this, Ren raised his eyes to look at Kafka, then lowered his eyes to stare at his pot, "You can play the violin somewhere else."
Some decent person is playing the violin outdoors on a planet covered in snow.
"I can't help it. I feel like playing the violin is more appropriate at this moment." Kafka couldn't help but smile, she stretched out her hand to tune the violin and then lifted it up. The bow trembled slightly, and smooth notes flowed from the strings.
Not far away, a man in thick clothes sat cross-legged in the snow, lighting a fire in front of him with his back to the wind.
The flames swept away the scattered papers in the man's hand and turned them into ashes in the blink of an eye. The cinnabar left a silver-gray mark after burning, and the smell of burning paper floated in the cold air.
Cheng Che was holding a sack in his arms. He pulled out a stack of paper and threw it into the fire with an expressionless face, muttering something.
"My friend, you are already dressed. I will burn some paper for you, although I think you will definitely not lack Mora."
"This miser has been dead for so long and still doesn't know how to come to me in my dreams. But let me make it clear that when he comes to me in my dreams, he can't slap me in the face and ask me why I burn paper and destroy the environment."
"I'm an adult now, I can't slap you in the face again."
"Hey... remember to kneel down in front of the Emperor and kowtow to him twice for me..."
The unburned debris was blown away by the wind along with the fire. Cheng Che silently unscrewed a bottle of wine and gulped it all down on the ground. He was obviously very confident in his friend's alcohol tolerance. "Okay... An Xin, your inexplicably hacked phone was chopped into pieces by me, so we are still innocent."
Cheng Che clapped his hands, stood up, crushed the last bit of flame with his toes and walked over.
He tilted his head and looked at Kafka, thinking for a long time before speaking, "Why did you come here?"
He carried his bag and headed for Yalilo No. 6 to relax, when two little tails from the Star Core Hunters inexplicably followed him.
Kafka sighed and put away the piano in her hand. "Wandering around for two days? There's nothing to do anyway."
It would be better to follow Cheng Che and eat and drink to your heart's content, maybe there would be some fun to watch.
Cheng Che nodded and touched the strings with his red, frozen fingertips. "You play the piano very well."
"Have you learned it?" Kafka raised her eyebrows slightly, jumped off the broken wall, wrapped her coat tightly around her, and walked towards the tent. She smiled and said, "It seems like you know a lot."
"Yeah." Cheng Che continued to nod, opened the tent and let Kafka sit in with the star core pillow. He found a small chair and sat down, then squatted beside it to warm himself by the fire.
He took out two sweet potatoes from his bag, wrapped them in tin foil, and stuffed them into the earth marrow stove. His voice sounded particularly gentle in the cold wind, "I'm the youngest in the family, and I just don't commit crimes and embarrass my family, so I can learn whatever I want, but I usually only have a three-minute enthusiasm."
The small cooking pot was bubbling. The instant noodles taken out of Cheng Che's bag were cooked softly, and there were two eggs cracked into them by a star core hunter.
Blade scooped up a few small bowls with a sullen look, and glanced at the two people around him before speaking, "Camping is not bad, but Silver Wolf has sent me thirty messages asking me to play games."
During this rare leisure time, it’s not a bad idea to slow down and have some fun eating, drinking and having fun.
Cheng Che looked at Ren's palm, and after a while he took out a can of hand cream from his pocket and threw it over, "Apply a thick layer, rub it while it's hot, and it won't crack in the future."
It's so rough. He just takes off his gloves in such a cold weather and comes out. He is really confident in his body.
Ren looked at Cheng Che in silence, and after a while he threw the empty bowl at him, "I'm your babysitter here, and you're still picky?"
If it weren't for the fact that these two men, one performing a sacrifice and the other playing the violin, created an extremely sad atmosphere, he would have found a place to squat and wait for the task, or else he would have chased Dan Heng and stabbed him twice.
Who else could be out here in the snow and ice cooking noodles?
"I dare not." Cheng Che couldn't help laughing, and took out a metal wine bottle and placed it on the earth marrow furnace to warm it. "I don't think I have seen Silver Wolf. Every time she sees me, it's a projection."
Kafka paused, wrapped in her coat and hugging the Star Core Pillow, staring at Cheng Che, "Yes, she asks me every day if I'm awake or sober. In Silver Wolf's heart..."
Cheng Che might be a drunkard.
“Okay…” Cheng Che sighed, took out his phone and clicked on the game icon, “So is there a game called Genshin Impact, and I’m super good at this game.”
As he spoke, Cheng Che opened the game folder and took a look, "What did Silver Wolf do to my phone when I didn't know?"
Twenty or thirty game icons are very consistent with the identity of an internet-addicted teenager.
Ren snorted coldly, took a bowl of noodles from the pot and handed it to Kafka.
Who isn't? Even though he hardly uses his phone, he can find dozens of new games on it. It's obvious that Silver Wolf has made sufficient preparations.
"I haven't heard of it. Go ask Silver Wolf..." Kafka couldn't help but smile. She leaned her head against the tent and looked at the vast expanse of white in the distance. "Xing seems to be here too. Don't you want to meet him?"
Cheng Che put his phone into his pocket, and handed the empty bowl to Ren in a familiar manner, staring at Ren as he scooped eggs and ham into the bowl. "Wait for me to be in seclusion for two days. I've talked too much to them these past few days, so I need to take a break."
It's not overusing your brain, it's oversocializing.
I have met too many people and encountered too many things. I want to stay at home for two days to relax.
"Yeah." Kafka nodded, watching Ren shove the bowl into Cheng Che's hands with a cold face, and couldn't help but chuckle, "Do you want to try playing the violin?"
That’s good too, it seems to have gained a bit more popularity.
Cheng Che pursed his lips, held the bowl with his hands, and stared at the soft-boiled egg in the bowl with a little cracked skin, "No, I want to be in a daze."
Kafka:…
Kafka was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Blade.
Ren snorted with gloomy eyes, touched the wine that was warming on the earth marrow stove, raised his head and took a sip.
The wine slid down his chin and sank into his clothes. The faintly exposed bandage was wetted by the wine, and a little bit of blood color spread out, drawing an undulating arc along the clothes.
The long-haired man seemed unaware, and before he could swallow it, he met a pair of amber eyes that suddenly looked up.
Cheng Che looked at Ren with a speechless look, stretched out a finger to wipe the wine stain on Ren's chin, and hesitated to speak, "Friend...you look quite conservative...why are you so excited after drinking?"
Chapter 232 I'm dirty.
The cold wind was howling, and the people sitting around the earth marrow stove in front of the tent fell into silence.
Ren tilted his chin back slightly, looking deeply at the curly-haired young man sitting next to him, but in his heart he felt that his trip out for a walk was a little dangerous.
Kafka looked around with a playful smile, and suddenly chuckled, "It's rare to see Ah Ren with this kind of expression..."
Tsk, it's indeed a little crow with a perky butt, it's so hot.
"Why are you looking at me?" Cheng Che wiped the wine on Ren's clothes and said coldly, "If I don't say a few words, you will look at me like a child..."
Cheng Che paused, retracted his fingers, held the bowl and stared at the stove, "You all look at Xing with more mature eyes than I do."
That annoying star is a reliable but occasionally annoying kid. He is the kid who goes crazy with a missile, right?
He is obviously much bigger than Xing, big in every way!
Kafka couldn't help laughing. She held the star core pillow in her arms, looked at Cheng Che with crooked eyes, and asked softly, "Did our little crow have a girlfriend before? No, a boyfriend is fine too."
Cheng Che: ...
I felt like I had returned to the New Year scene before I traveled through time.
"No." Cheng Che said calmly. He thought for a while before taking out a cup and pouring the wine into it. "No one, young or old, male or female."
The only person who can share the same thoughts with him... maybe he can only find someone who operates a sewing machine.
"Oh." Kafka nodded as if she suddenly understood something. She looked at Cheng Che drinking with his head tilted back, propped up his chin and asked with a smile: "Then how did you learn so many... ambiguous words, and these seemingly intimate actions?"
"?" A question mark flashed across Cheng Che's eyes, and he looked at Kafka with a hint of confusion, "Who wouldn't know this?"
Just because he doesn’t have a lover doesn’t mean that everyone around him is single, right?
Cheng Che thought carefully about Kafka's question and tilted his head to look at Kafka. "Did I do something or say something that made you misunderstand me? Why do you think I'm a child who knows nothing?"
"Hmm... maybe your eyes don't have much of an adult's feeling." Kafka sighed slightly, touched the bottle to pour herself a glass, and said softly: "Now everyone may be curious about your past, so..."
She was also curious and couldn't help but ask.
"Oh." Cheng Che nodded, put down the wine in the glass after finishing it, and said while holding the bowl of noodles, "If you want to know, just ask me. I won't hide anything."
"What if I ask you now?" Kafka smiled even more and looked at Cheng Che with a smile, "Will you tell me honestly?"
The three people gathered around the earth marrow furnace and briefly set up a warm tent in the cold wind and snow, where they relaxed and talked, testing each other's bottom line.
"Yes." Cheng Che responded, and after thinking for a while, he spoke, "As for my family, there's nothing much to say. I have a little money, and my brothers and sisters are very good, so I don't have any pressure. I just need to survive."
A hint of realization flashed across Kafka's eyes, and she nodded slightly.
A little crow that is well-fed and free-range.