Ever since he learned the progress of the matter (qíng) from Jiang Ziwen, Ori let go of the heart that had been hanging.

Ren Yuan left Ori's room that night, but put the book in her hand on her (chuáng) head. 次 (rì) woke up in the morning, and when I came to see it, it was a yellowed old book, and the colophon read in traditional Chinese "Shanghai Ancient Logistics Department Published in the 12th Year of the Republic of China". turned over the front, but it was the three words of the seal "Guan Yinzi".

She didn't know if Ren Yuan had forgotten the book here, or if he had come to give it to her. Weaving a path to ancient texts can be called a study to some extent, and it is one of the disciplines she has studied since she was a child. In his spare time, he also flipped through a few pages to relieve his boredom, and when he didn't see Ren Yuan to pick it up, he put it away.

After a few days of recuperation, Ori felt that her (shēn) body was much better than before. Although it will take a while to recuperate before I return to my peak, I am basically able to take care of myself with my usual activities. Except for the severely injured right arm, which is also incapacitated, the rest is no longer in serious trouble.

The two (rì) lived in Villa No. 6 to recuperate, giving them plenty of time to think about questions they had never thought about before. If that (rì) was on the third floor of the old guild hall, and Ren Yuan showed her the possibility of shaking the future, then the current weaving undoubtedly has the courage to take the initiative to shake the future.

In the (rì) sub of the Inhuman Autonomous Society, ten years are as boring as one (rì). On the surface, the Inhuman Restricted Residence Act gives Inhumans a choice. But in the weaving of the weaving, this is just an order to the Ministry of Disasters to force the Inhumans to accept reality with peace of mind. And for all Inhumans, this reality that will eventually come is only a slightly decent end, and it can only be regarded as a not too ugly exit.

She could understand why, many Inhumans would rather risk their death in battle to join the Thunder Dragons than follow the restrictions of the Inhumans' Restricted Residence Act. It's not just to win, but the ordinary people (shēn) on the surface ten years later, I'm more afraid that they can't bear it, and they will usher in an inevitable end in the desperate waiting.

Since it also died like a dog, the hound also sounded much better than the pet dog. Weaving himself knew very well that waiting in vain was undoubtedly more painful and torturous than a vigorous death.

Is it really better to die than to live? If you survive like this, you can count yourself alive...

Therefore, these aliens who are retained by (jìn) are dormant year after year. Fear accumulates, savoring despair, sniffing the stale air of the gorgeous cage, yearning for the precious freedom outside the cage. And all the efforts made for this, the stupid (yù) movement that existed in everyone's hearts, were easily torn apart by the sharp blade of the body of the false god in the living room of the old guild hall. Turned into a wriggling ròu, splashes of blood, a cry of despair.

At that moment, weaving changed the established ending by giving up the choice. At that moment, she was in a trance, and the feeling that the body of a pseudo-god was enough to fight against fate, of course, she soon found that it was more likely that she couldn't even see fate clearly. But even so, the idea of rebellion still took root in Weaving's mind, and the appearance of Qiu Limo opened up a new perspective for her.

Qiu Limo made her understand a truth, the strength of strength has never been the criterion of whether or not she can resist fate. In a sense, this teenager who has a similar experience to himself has embarked on a completely opposite path to himself. He rebelled against everything, from his parents and friends, to his social environment, and even his own (shēn) share (xìng). A strong fate could not leave any mark of submission on this weak boy (shēn).

If Ren Yuan showed her that fate is not an unbreakable shackle, then Qiu Limo told her that anyone can keep and rebel against fate. On the other hand, she was born under the countless succumbing to fate, and the only time she resisted became a reason for her to be more obedient to fate.

I want to see how far Qiu Limo can go, and how much he can

How long to fight against the gears of fate. Just like Ren Yuan pinned his hopes on her, she also gave Qiu Limo deep hopes. If Qiu Limo can live back to the life of an ordinary person, does it show that he has also stood in the sun again, that day?

Holding on to the wall, she slowly walked out of her room and went downstairs, she wanted to see how Qiu Limo was doing. Although she knew from Jiang Ziwen that the boy was fine, she still wanted to see it with her own eyes. But when she went downstairs, she found that no one seemed to be in the villa at the moment.

Whether it was Jiang Ziwen next door, or Ren Yuan and Yu Qian on the second floor, they were not in the room. This gorgeously decorated and well-equipped villa is now like an abandoned castle sitting alone in the wilderness, revealing cold silence everywhere. I didn't find anyone to find any trace of Ori around, so I had to sit on the sofa in the middle of the living room and rest.

Just as she was thinking about who to call, the voices of the two men laughing came from the front hall, and then two pretty (shēn) shadows stepped in one after the other, facing Kamiori's raised gaze. At first, Jiang Ziwen, who was full of chūn wind, seemed to have experienced a painful shopping shopping experience with a large pile of bags. Behind her was a young girl in a blue and white dress, with a pair of fair-skinned straight legs sticking out from under her fluffy skirt, a pair of brown goatskin boots, and her hands holding the flowery hat on her head, her face full of restraint and suppressed excitement.

"You are..."Weaving raised her head in surprise, looking at Jiang Ziwen who was carrying a large bag and a small bag, and Qiu Limo, who was wearing a dress after her (shēn), and didn't know what to say for a while, "You guys went to the comic exhibition?" ”

"Ah, Sister Weaving, why did you come down?" Jiang Ziwen was stunned for a moment, smiled and pushed the autumn carp mo hiding behind (shēn) in front of him, and said excitedly, "Is it beautiful?" I picked it for him! ”

"..."Weaving was silent for a long time, and said to Qiu Limo, "You still don't sleep in Ren Yuan's room tonight..."

"Why? What are you saying bad things about me behind my back? A bold voice sounded from outside, and Ren Yuan and Yu Qian also walked into the living room, and for a while, the residents of Villa No. 6 were all together.

"Ah, Uncle Yu..."Qiu Limo blushed and said, "You're back." ”

"Is this Qiu Limo?" Ren Yuan pretended to be surprised and said, "Tut-tut, it's okay, no wonder Meng Wei didn't go home because of you." ”

"What are you talking about?" Yu Qian said dissatisfiedly: "Meng Wei, isn't that to make the original embryo?" ”

"That's what I'm talking about, what do you think I'm talking about?" Ren Yuan said curiously, "Is it difficult, what do you mean?" Oh, old fish, don't you want to be so disgusting..."

"Alright, alright, shut up." Sensing that Qiu Limo's face was pale with anger, Yu Qian hurriedly stopped Ren Yuan's nonsense, and turned (shēn) to ask the helpless Qiu Limo, "Who made you wear this (shēn) clothes?" ”

"Isn't it okay?" asked Qiu Limo with a crying voice

"It's not a question of whether it's okay or not, it's just that now you don't have to..."Yu Qian glanced at Jiang Ziwen, who was standing next to him with a large number of handbags, frowned and asked, "You bought it for him?" ”

"Uh... The clothes were indeed picked by me. Jiang Ziwen said with a weak heart, the excitement on his face had not faded, and the table (qíng) looked like he was crying or laughing embarrassed, "But, but I am only responsible for picking and checking out, and it is Xiaoqiu's own decision to be dissatisfied." ”

"Then you're just going to toss him like that?" Yu Qian's voice couldn't help but raise an octave, and he said angrily, "How dare he give you an opinion!" ”

Jiang Ziwen was speechless here, looking at the panic table (qíng) that the young man was about to cry, it was hard to say that Qiu Limo forcibly asked for it. Since Ren Yuan came in, Weaving has silently turned into a transparent iceberg puppet, watching coldly and not saying a word. After looking around, he was unwilling to ask Ren Yuan, who was gloating with a face full of schadenfreude, and had no choice but to pull his face to learn to weave and be dumb.

Here, Yu Qian pulled the autumn carp to the side (shēn) and raised his hands

"No one here, and they can't, do you do what you don't like, you know?" Say something you don't like..."

"Don't you like it?" Qiu Limo looked at Yu Qian with an anxious face, and asked in a trembling voice, "Isn't this dress beautiful?" ”

"It's not a question of whether it's good or not." Yu Qian sighed and said, "You are a boy, you should dress more masculine." ”

"Don't you like me dressed like this?"

"Boy, of course you have to wear boys' clothes." Yu Qian said solemnly, "You didn't have a choice before, and now no one can force you." ”

"But I like to wear clothes like this." Qiu Limo stiffened his neck and said, "I like to wear clothes like this, can't I?" ”

"Huh?" Yu Qian was stunned for a moment, and looked up at Jiang Ziwen, who pursed his mouth and turned his face away to indicate that it had nothing to do with him. Only then did Yu Qian remember that when he first recorded his confession, Qiu Limo claimed that he was a woman (xìng). There were too many things to be busy in the past two days, and he ignored the teenager's psychological problems for a while.

"Well, that's right." Yu Qian reorganized the language, trying to persuade the other party, "Of course what you like is your freedom, but you have to know that you are a boy, if you are wearing women's clothes, it is not appropriate." ”

"Why isn't it appropriate?" Qiu Limo's hand pinching the brim of his hat became harder and harder, his knuckles turned white, and his voice became more and more sharp, "Didn't you say that no one can and won't do what I don't like here?" I like to wear clothes like this, can't I? ”

"I didn't mean that, I didn't mean to (bī) what you choose." was counterattacked by the young man with the words he had just spoken, which made him a little overwhelmed for a while, so he had to say in a roundabout way, "It's just a suggestion, I mean suggest you..."

"I don't take your advice!" The young man said hatefully, looking at Yu Qian with a cold face, "I don't want to listen to you, I'm going to wear women's clothes." "Obedient, you're not right." Yu Qian advised, "You have to correctly recognize your own (xìng), otherwise no one will like you." ”

Yu Qian is a conservative and traditional person, and since he has been in the police station for half his life, he naturally thinks that it is not good to know that misplacement (qíng). The original meaning of this sentence was just to say that there would be trouble in the future love (ài), but it just hit the death of Qiu Limo (xué), and listening to it in his ears was tantamount to a thunderbolt from the sky.

He thought that this (tào) carefully selected clothes would be appreciated by Yu Qian, just like the coveted glances cast by passers-by along the way. However, he rushed back with hesitation, but in exchange for Yu Qian's denial and reprimand, he was suddenly filled with a sense of betrayal (shēn). In his eyes, everything before was a gorgeous deception, and now the curtain is down, and the cruel reality hidden behind the fake set is finally exposed.

"Liar! Swindler! You are all big liars! Qiu Limo grabbed her gorgeous wide-brimmed top hat and angrily smashed it at Yu Qian in front of her, and without waiting for everyone to react, she ran back to the room with her fluffy skirt like a rushing little hare.

"Eh, yes, it's messed up." After seeing enough trouble, Ren Yuan nodded with satisfaction, and said angrily, "What age is this, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, old fish, why are your thoughts still so old?" How can you communicate with her if you have a child? ”

Yu Qian, who was holding a hat, was stimulated by the sentence "If you have a child", and said angrily, "How can I communicate with my child, I don't need you to put it next to me (pì)!" ”

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up." Ren Yuan stretched out his hands and said to the frozen crowd, "You should be busy with anything, go and do anything." ”

"Xiaoqiu, he..."Jiang Ziwen said worriedly

"Let professional people do professional things." Ren Yuan took the hat in Yu Qian's hand and the clothes Jiang Ziwen was holding, and smiled slightly, "I'll go and give him psychological counseling." ”