Before one o'clock in the morning, the night of the gambling island was so quiet. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is also a quiet room, in the open room, there is no light, even the moonlight outside the window, there is no chance to come in and disturb.

In the room, the sound of two breaths was inaudible, it was a normal night.

However, Chen Feng opened his eyes without warning.

Then, he noticed the people around him.

It's Qing Yao, he doesn't need to turn his head at all, he can know.

Qing Yao's fragrance has always been so special, and the smell on her body is so familiar. He didn't move, and closed his eyes softly.

Just now, a memory appeared in his mind again.

This time, there was no more pain, and he could go through the entire memory as he pleased, instead of passively accepting it as he had done in the past.

The bullet in his mind has become a converter, and he can now choose to absorb or disintegrate through the power of this bullet. To absorb is to accept the memory, and to decompose is not to accept.

If you choose to decompose, this memory will be consumed by bullets, without a trace.

Of course, there is another option, and that is to choose memory storage.

He had actually woken up an hour earlier, and had been storing his memories all along, the memories he had five hundred years later.

This memory is unimaginably huge, and it is ten times more than the sum of the memories received by Chen Feng, dozens of times. So, he only opened his eyes an hour later, and it took time to store.

Now, that the storage is complete, he begins to accept new memories.

The so-called new memory is actually the memory that should appear in his mind on the day of the attack on Las Vegas, the memory of his short life until he was twenty-one years old.

In his memory, he is a volunteer teacher, a teacher full of enthusiasm and innocence.

At the same time, he is also a lover of folk arts, and he loves folk handicrafts.

Bamboo weaving, lanterns, silk flowers, paper-cutting, shadow puppetry, wood carving, painted pottery, etc., he walked all over the north and south of the river, and appreciated the charm of folk art in the folk.

Sometimes it's just appreciation, sometimes it's hands-on, and there are apprenticeships, but more often it's a record.

Record every folk art you see, its origin, characteristics, materials, inheritance, etc.

There is no special reason for doing this, just pure love, with great enthusiasm, he will take out winter and summer vacations every year to travel thousands of mountains and rivers.

He was only twenty-one years old, still very innocent, he didn't know some inheritances, he had his own rules, and he couldn't easily pass them on, and he was regarded as a thief who spied on secrets, and was finally shot and killed near the train station.

In a short and wonderful life, when Chen Feng opened his eyes again, there was still a trace of emotion in his eyes, and that Chen Feng infected him with great enthusiasm.

In addition to enthusiasm, Chen Feng in his memory, that thought or spirit also touched him a little.

Chen Feng in his memory didn't know that he was already on the road to breaking his life, if he could dodge the shooting and sort out the notes out of the book, then he would not only complete a great thing, but also break his fate and go to immortality.

At least Chen Feng won't, because if the Chen Feng in his memory succeeds, then he won't be able to wake up again.

With a light smile, Chen Feng completely relaxed.

Before the long river of fate, he chose to come back, although he did not go to the other side, he still has the power to break his life and detachment, as long as he wants, he can return to the long river of fate again.

Detachment or not, completely between his thoughts.

But as he said on the edge of fate, he wants to come back to pursue happiness.

In his life, he was ashamed of many people and had many regrets, and coming back is to make up for it and change.

Xu is laughter was a little harsh in the empty room, and Zhuo Qingyao, who was originally lying in his arms and sleeping around him, slowly opened his eyes.

As soon as she opened her eyes and moved her head, Zhuo Qingyao saw Chen Feng's smiling eyes, and in an instant, her mind was blank, and she looked at him in a daze, unable to speak.

This kind of scene...... She was in a dream.

"Are you dreaming? I'm dreaming of you again!" she looked at him with a sad gaze, muttered, and stretched out her jade hand to caress his cheek.

Chen Feng's eyes flashed with a hint of distress, he reached out and grabbed her hand, put it on his lips and kissed it lightly, "Is the dream so real?

Zhuo Qingyao's lips trembled, "You—is it really you?"

"It's me, I'm back, I'm awake, Qingyao!" Chen Feng said softly, turned over, pressed her under him, and gave him his own kiss.

Cool, warm ...... And most importantly, this sense of realism!

In an instant, Zhuo Qingyao's tears slid down silently, and she hugged him tightly.

It was as if she had the world, his kisses, his lips and tongue, and his breath, which really made her feel suffocated, and if she could, she would even want to go on like this.

Chen Feng felt this willingness according to her increasingly hard behavior.

So, he kissed even more hotly, leaving Zhuo Qingyao in a state of loss.

……

A lingering is more of a consolation and lovesickness, and a simple spiritual blend.

Chen Feng wasn't ready to do something shy as soon as he woke up.

Zhuo Qingyao was dizzy in his kiss, sober after vertigo, and crying again after waking up.

So, after an hour and a half, I finally came back to my senses.

Then, Chen Feng hugged her, leaned on the head of the bed, and quietly listened to Zhuo Qingyao tell him about the changes outside.

Chen Feng didn't expect that a year would pass by his sleep.

A year is not a long time, but it is not a short time.

It's not long, it's relative to a long life, and Chen Feng can still lose.

It's not short, because, in a year, there can be many changes, such as: college entrance examination students become college students, single dogs become flower wolves, **silk men become moonlight clans......

years, in the want of people to show its power and magic.

Even if Chen Feng had seen the long river of fate, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Aren't you really going to call?" Lying in Chen Feng's arms, Zhuo Qingyao raised his head and said, "They are all worried about you, including your uncle, who hasn't shown up for a year, and there are a lot of rumors outside. ”

"It's so late, what's the hurry?" Chen Feng chuckled, "Everything is naturally fine, I still want to go out for a walk more and relax." By the way, does my father know about me?"

"Hide what should be hidden, hide what should be covered," Zhuo Qingyao said as he held his hand, "Sister Meixi is very powerful, she is the child's mother, and my uncle has no suspicion at all." ”

"Why do you feel a smell of vinegar?" Chen Feng chuckled in her ear, "Do you want us to have a baby and consolidate your position in the family?"

"Don't!" Zhuo Qingyao refused with a blushing face, "You just woke up, if my sisters knew, maybe what would they say about me......?"

"These are all excuses, what's wrong with going to school? It's not unusual for college students to be a college student now, right?" Chen Feng quipped.

"Don't just don't, you're like this, I'll call Sister Meixi!"

"So, let's go take a shower together, shall we?"

"Don't ......"

"......" (To be continued.) )