(Due to estimation error, the car is in the next chapter)

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After all, Angel and I haven't really been together for a long time, but we've become very familiar with each other.

I could sense his mood changes in the veins of his neck, and I could also detect his thoughts in the focal length of his gaze.

And Angel always knew what I was thinking, even the thoughts that flashed through my empty state.

An invisible force drew me closer to Angel. Come closer. But there are too many people around; I don't dare.

Angel saw my concern, and turned around without any waves. In a few moments, he had built a small sand dune.

It's not so much a sand dune as it is a ...... Grave.

On the unevenly flat rectangular pile of sand, Angel threw a few more shells into the center—as if some kind of ritual of worship.

I sat down against him, "Are all the people on that planet buried in such a tomb when they die?" ”

Angel shook her head: "The planet itself is a tomb. ”

"Huh?" Angel's words...... It's a real way to beat the heat.

"This is where the sick are isolated."

"Patient?" I asked mechanically, "The same emotional allergies as you?" Still quarantine? ”

Angel reached over my head and rubbed it twice in my ear. His detached look made me a little dizzy.

"They're not on Earth." An Qi smiled helplessly, "Kang Rong, the universe is always more complex than we understand. ”

"Uh......" his words made me even more confused, "you don't know what disease they have?" ”

"It's not a disease." Angel reversed what she had said before, "It's a curse." ”

Another curse. Every time Angel mentions these two words, I am a little stunned.

"In addition to the physical rules, there are higher rules for everything in the universe. Newton began by studying the laws of physics, but eventually went on to study theology...... "Angel laid out the shells according to a certain law, "he came out of one dead end and entered another......

Blue sky and white clouds, sand and waves, suddenly talking about Newton is inevitably a little unpleasant.

However, as long as Angel says it, I will find it interesting.

After hearing this, I didn't understand what kind of disease the people on the Winter Grave Star had. Could it be that ideology being excessively distorted by the gravitational field can also make people sick?

I was about to ask a question, when the real "Mr. Nanke" An Yanke suddenly interrupted An Qi's tirade.

The shells were about to be pieced together into a crescent shape, but Angel suddenly stopped. He stared straight at the end of the long, unattended levee.

I could recognize the man just by looking at him from afar—even if he wasn't wearing a black cloak like a cult preacher, he still didn't make people want to get closer.

From so far away, I could feel the cynicism and despair that was unique to An Yanke.

There can be no second person in the world who can so perfectly blend these two obnoxious temperaments into his arrogance.

Angel got up and stretched out one hand behind her. I hesitated, took his hand, and followed him towards the embankment.

An Yanke wore a white shirt and suit pants that were out of place with the casual tourists around him, and he looked even more lifeless than the last time.

He took out two cigarettes and handed them to us. This attitude is not as annoying as before.

Angel took the two cigarettes and held them together with her lips. He's cutely focused when he's lighting a cigarette.

A light curl of smoke ran through his fingers. He handed me a cigarette in his mouth, and I couldn't refuse.

It was my first time smoking. The aftertaste of burning tobacco in the mouth is slightly choking, but the mint smoke that wraps around your fingers after throwing away the cigarette butt is pleasant.

Angel and Angel were chatting nonchalantly, and I barely listened to a few words until Angel asked him why he had stopped publication.

"Discontinued? "Interstellar Nanke"? "I was surprised. Why should a good magazine be closed?

"I don't want the observatory either." An Yanke shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "It's a wedding gift for him." ”

He was silent for a moment, then added, "I owe him." ”

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Do genius scientists always answer the wrong questions?

"You do look alike." An Ke suddenly looked directly at me. For some reason, his gaze gave me the creeps.

It seemed to be the first time that my most admired scientist had looked at me squarely.

I didn't know why, but looked at Angel: "Are we like?" ”

"Uncle Ann is talking about you and your mother." An Qi looked at An Ke again, "They don't look like each other, they are two completely different people." ”

It's the first time someone has said that I don't like my mother.

"She's charming, isn't she?" I suddenly remembered that the last time Angel said this about her mother, she also looked like this, "You father and son, it's the same." ”

The dialogue between a genius scientist and a highly intelligent alien is indeed not something that a mortal like me can understand.

Soon, I was back in the blind spot.

By the time I came back to my senses, Angel was gone, and Angel was smoking again.

Maybe it's because I've been standing in the scorching sun for too long, and everything in front of me is a little white.

"Heat stroke?" Angel held me up, and the smell of mint smoke once again made me feel ape.

"It's fine. What about Mr. Nanke? "I always felt like someone was going to see us, and it was a little embarrassing.

"Gone. He just ...... I want to kill myself here. ”

I was surprised: "Suicide? ”

Anqi suddenly hugged me: "Kang Rong, if we want to separate, will you still be able to live?" ”

What is this......

"Ahem, Angel, someone will see ......" I tried to break away from him, "this can't happen, we can't be separated. Anyway, I'm not going to let it go anyway. As for you......"

I don't know where the confidence comes from, "You don't even more." We are inseparable. ”

The next second, I picked up a little bit of shame and made up for it with a dry smile, "yes, hahaha......"

"If, I mean if." Angel hugged her tighter and tighter, "Can you still live without me?" ”

I had a cramping pain in my abdomen. Just forcing myself to imagine my life without Angel made me suffocate in pain.

Not to mention that I couldn't imagine that scenario at all - even my subconscious mind completely rejected the hypothesis.

"Can't live." I honestly replied, "To be precise, life is better than death, so death is a relief." ”

"Even if I die, I will die with you." Angel's tone was fierce, piercing my eardrum word by word, "If you die, you won't be separated." ”

"Stupid Angel, of course we won't be separated, why ...... say such unlucky things"

Angel's lips covered me with the smell of fresh tobacco, and I was stunned again.