"No, it's just that there's no power, and these things can't hurt us."

During this time with Wen Xiaoai, Xiaocha found that Wen Xiaoai was not familiar with many electronic products.

And I don't use my mobile phone, and sometimes when I see a character on TV dead, I think it's really dead......

Although it was a little strange why Wen Xiaoai was so far behind, she didn't think much about it.

Anyway, she is now playing like a child, happy every day without worry, better than anything else.

Hearing Xiaocha say that it was okay, Wen Xiaoai breathed a sigh of relief.

asked Xiaocha to help him call Jun Moyan, and after telling Jun Moyan "I like you and I love you", he went upstairs to brush his teeth and wash his face.

At noon, Wen Xiaoai had lunch with the drunkards who came to eat.

"Why didn't you stick to Jun Moyan today?" The drunkard asked with a smile.

"He's out on business, and he'll be back in the evening."

"Oh."

The two of them were eating, and they talked about inconsequential topics without a pair.

"I heard Jun Moyan say that you have known him for eight years."

"Well, it's been eight years......" The drunkard's hand holding the chopsticks tightened slightly.

His eyes sparkled slightly.

Eight years, eight whole years.

How many eight years can there be in life.

"It's been a long time for you."

"Yes, it's been a long time, after all, a person's life is only a hundred years, eight years, which already accounts for about one-tenth of the time in life."

Century.

Century.

Wen Xiaoai was eating, and was suddenly stunned.

Does Jun Moyan only live for a hundred years, and he will die after a hundred years?

Wen Xiaoai was directly stunned.

Her former friends were demons who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years, so much so that she never thought about lifespan.

Even when he was with Jun Moyan every day, he often said that he wanted to be with him all the time, but he always ignored that Jun Moyan was just a human being who could live for decades...... And she is a demon who only has six lives left and can live for a long time.

She has lived for five hundred years, and she has not felt anything in these five hundred years, except for cultivation, she plays with her friends every day.

If she hadn't met Jun Moyan, maybe in a few hundred or even a thousand years, time would always be just a word for her, not time.

She will not feel precious and cherished, but now ......

"Jun Mo Yan ......" Wen Xiaoai was stunned in her seat, and the whole person was in a state of confusion.

The drunkard looked at Wen Xiaoai, who was suddenly stunned, and a wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

He would never think about this before, and with Brother Ene, he would never think about bad things.

It wasn't until the day Brother Ene left that he clearly realized how big the gap was between him and Brother Ene was.

How big is the gap between life and death?

The suffocating feeling of being in pain, feeling like the whole world was collapsing, he still remembers vividly.

In fact, he is sometimes glad that the person who closes his eyes forever is Brother Ene, not him.

The one who has to grit his teeth and insist on living because he is driven by despair and a glimmer of hope is the most painful.

How can Brother Ene bear such pain.

He was so crying that he didn't know how many times a day he had to cry at his corpse.

Wen Xiaoai sat quietly in the chair and was stunned, not even knowing when the drunkard left.

Until Xiaocha came in and called her.

Wen Xiaoai woke up like a dream.

"Miss Wen, what's wrong with you? How can you be in a daze? ”