Hongcheng, Beicheng District.

The sun was like water, spilling down a lot of money and wetting the ground. Wu Yu's face was indifferent, holding the Seven Deadly Sins in his hands, and he was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt, the sleeves of which were rolled up high and stuck on his arms.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, the street was lined with pedestrians who had just gotten off work, wearing suits or simple overalls, their faces visibly tired.

Wu Yu sat on a wooden chair on the side of the road, leaning on one side, while Shi Mingsong supported his chin with his palms and leaned on the other side. Leave a place in the middle where you can do two people, as if they don't know each other at all.

Inexplicably, like the end of the world, sitting in the sunset and enjoying the last hours of your life.

Shi Lin was taken away in a hurry as soon as he got off the plane, after all, there were many things that he needed to deal with here, and Chang and Luan Ying were arranged by Shi Mingsong to clean up the room first, and then the two of them, who had nothing to do, ran to the commercial street to enjoy this rare leisure.

"Rest for a few days, you're too tired these days." Shi Mingsong suddenly opened his mouth, he was still playing with his mobile phone with his head down, not knowing who he was talking to.

"No need." At the other end of the bench, Wu Yu fell on the chair, crossed Erlang's legs, looked at the sun that had been half covered, and replied softly, the two of them communicated over a long distance, and the people who walked by them looked at them, their faces full of inexplicability.

"I don't have time to rest, it's enough to rest tonight." Wu Yu looked at the sky, his voice was like a complaint, he didn't deliberately lower his voice, and the people around him were attracted by his words, and glanced at the young boy who was dressed in black and sitting on the side of the road, maybe indifferent, maybe he showed a faint smile, and then walked away in a hurry.

"You're ruining your body."

"Hmm."

"If Qingqing knew that you were like this, he wouldn't be happy."

"Hmm."

"Can't you just answer in a different way!"

"Hmm."

The two chatted, and the end was inexplicable, Wu Yu's face was indifferent, and he got up and went to the cart on the side to buy an ice cream. Matcha-flavored, although he prefers lemon-flavored ice cream, but when she walked to the stall, even though her eyes were looking at the pale yellow of lemons, she subconsciously said the words matcha flavor in her mouth.

Fresh green, the boss smiled and handed the ice cream to Wu Yu, he had seen the so-called Turkish ice cream on the Internet, if the boss in front of him at this moment, just like the people in those videos, laughed and played him around like a monkey, he would definitely pull out a knife and kill people.

But luckily, the boss didn't do that, just said "Have fun" and moved on to the next customer.

Wu Yu put the chair back on, his place was not taken by anyone, the wooden chair on the side of the commercial street may look more like an ornament, in this fast-paced life, maybe there are few people on this street who have time to sit down and rest for a while.

Wu Yu sat on the chair, gently licking the ice cream in his hand, the unique faint bitterness of matcha, the sweetness of the cream in the mouth, he was like a child, holding the ice cream in his hand, eating little by little, for fear that after eating, he would have no small objects to show off to others.

"Why don't you buy me one?" Shi Mingsong, who was on the side, raised his head, stretched his waist, and glanced in the direction of Wu Yu.

"Because I only have one hand to hold, and if I hold two in one hand, the ice cream will drip into my hand." Wu Yu's sworn explanation, only whether the latter believes it or not, it is not within the scope of his consideration at all.

Shi Mingsong got up and went to buy one himself, two young people, who seemed to have just graduated from college, were sitting on the street at the moment, licking the ice cream in their hands in every bored way, and then crushing the crispy skin underneath in small bites and chewing it.

The sun has completely set behind the mountain, and the sky is red as if it is on fire, of course, if it is replaced by Wu Yu to describe it, then he will definitely say that the sky at this moment is like those who died under his sword, their blood is gathered here little by little, and it is thick in the sky.

At this moment, no one has ever calculated whether the time of the Eastern Regions and the Tower of Babel is the same, because no one has ever had the ability to calculate. Of course, if they really calculated, then they would find out that they were a complete fool. Force, they are all people living in the same world and under the same sun, can the day of the Tower of Babel still be their night?

In an ordinary residential building, a tall man stood in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling glass window, looking at the sun that had sunk down, the sky was also scarlet at the moment, there was no light in the house, and the dim yellow of the sun setting soaked the huge house behind him.

The door was pushed open, and a young man with a bamboo stick in his mouth and two huge plastic bags in his hand walked in, followed by a beautiful girl.

"Daddy, are you in a daze again?" The young man threw his things on the coffee table in the living room and glanced at the man in the master bedroom, "Come out to eat, don't be stupid, Sister Xuanxuan and I are about to starve to death." ”

"Hmm." The man took a deep breath, then spit out, "Is there a game tonight?" ”

"Yes, it's available for both days, but it should be fine the day after tomorrow, and you can have a good rest for a day." The young man bites the skewer and has a beautiful smile on his face, and if this face is slightly decorated and put on women's clothes, it is estimated that it will attract the attention of many men.

"How's your strength now?" The man picked up a bamboo stick, glanced at the two little ones in front of him and asked.

"I'm not bad now, Sister Xuanxuan's life is already more than 60,000, but before the master left, he said that he would go to the fifth floor in a year, and it still feels a little difficult." The young man scratched his head, "Who knows which person gave the rule, going to the fifth layer actually requires 100,000 lives, why don't you say that a person doesn't die." Oh no, that man died. ”

The young man was eating and talking poorly, the middle-aged man shook his head helplessly, and glanced at the girl next to him, "How do you feel?" Now there is still half a year before the time he said, are you sure? ”

"Hmm." The girl smiled and nodded at the latter, "What he has to do in a year, we already have countless foundations in front of us, so why can't we do it?" Half a year from now, I'll definitely be standing on the fifth floor waiting for him in the same place he said. ”