Sitting in the dusk of Beijing ×, there is a touch of comfort in the busy traffic. Because it was a holiday, the barbecue wing shop at the south gate of the school was much deserted, and there was no more drinking and boxing on weekdays, and there were no rows of drunks who pouted and spitted and spitted out.

Open two bottles of beer, lazily peel off a few edamame, watch the passers-by in a daze, blink like a lost soul, avoid the loud eyes, and squeeze away the tears that almost fell.

I thought that no one noticed, I thought that Hong Liang was just munching on the sheep's waist, and I thought that he would pretend not to see it if he was considerate. But......

"Look at you bear!" raised his head suddenly, throwing Chen Feng a look of disdain. Then he opened his big mouth and took a whole bunch of mutton from the bamboo skewer, shaking his head with his feet upside down.

Chen Feng ignored him and took a sip of beer, the smell of horse urine running through his stomach and intestines, making him nauseous. Raise your hand to cover your head and dispel the cold of beer. Take a deep breath and exhale a stuffy stomach.

"Is your nephew really like you?"

"Impossible."

"Why can't it be?"

"I don't know, since ancient times, the blood of the Protoss has flowed down from the men's side. Unless the man of this branch dies, it is possible to awaken the mana from the woman's side. I don't understand why. ”

"What's going on with Chenji? Why does she have the power of mana? ”

"She's an exception, she's a god herself, and it seems that something happened to her to have her magic power unexpectedly. A little mana, not strong. ”

"Then why am I also a Protoss? Is grandpa surnamed Ma? ”

"I am the descendant of the lineage, and your family has gone out upside down."

"Get out, slut, your house is just plugging the door."

"I'm telling the truth."

"If you save me with blood, I will have mana too?"

"Probably."

"Can I become the god of wind?"

Chen Feng glanced at Hong Liang and did not answer. He felt that Hong Liang seemed to be different, but he couldn't tell what was different. This change made him vaguely feel scared, sitting in front of him was clearly the kid who had been messing around with him for two years, why did he feel so strange today?

The silk threads of time fluttered in front of Hong Liang, twisting and turning. He was truly different from the past, at least from everyone he met. No matter who he is, no matter where he comes from, his time should start from the moment the fetus is born. A silk thread runs throughout, and even if you can't see the future clearly, you will definitely be able to see the past clearly.

But the person in front of him seemed to be standing in the middle of a spider's web, and the silk thread that belonged to him was particularly conspicuous, and the broken place in the middle was not knotted like a drowning child in a pond, but grasped today like a hand. Something messy came out of it, connecting to the past that I don't know whose it was.

"Become the god of wind", why did he mention the god of wind? Why not other gods? Why isn't it "like Chenhui has mana"? Unless it was his own blood that had awakened mana in him, and he was already able to travel through time and space.

"What do you think? Drinking, what kind of god? ”

"Is it fun to look at other people's past?"

This time it was Hong Liang's turn to be stunned, the bamboo skewer in his hand trembled slightly, and the speed of chewing mutton skewers in his mouth slowed down slightly. But these tiny details did not escape Chen Feng's eyes, he took a sip of beer and lay back on his back in a plastic chair.

"Don't mess with other people's past ......"

"I haven't changed," he stopped, as if he regretted it. Maybe he never thought of letting Chen Feng know that he had mana, but the words that rushed out of his mouth revealed the truth. "I can't change it. They're like 3D movies, I can't even touch them. ”

"Don't go back to my past, there's no point. If you run into my brother there, you don't know how you died. ”

"Your brother?"

"It's the sun god who looks like me."

"Is he really your brother?"

Hong Liang looked at Chen Feng leaning back in the chair and nodded without saying a word, Chen Feng's tone just now was so cold that he was uncomfortable, and even a little disgusted. If it was in the past, he would have called out in a loud voice, telling him not to speak to himself in this tone. But today he didn't say anything, and took a big sip of beer with a stomach fire.

A little unconvinced, and a little unwilling.

That's right, it was Chen Feng who brought him back to life. But why did he need him to be saved? If it hadn't been for his own shoulder, he wouldn't have been able to die. What's more, it's your own brother who did it, so what can I do if I don't care about you? Isn't there a little bit of mana, I have it too! What the cow!

But the words in the stomach will rot in the stomach after all, and all the things that have been experienced in the past month are also an unbelievable legend for Hong Liang. He didn't know what Chen Feng's blood would bring him in the end, but until now, those magical powers were undoubtedly a great temptation for him.

He didn't understand what Chen Feng was struggling with. His brother-in-law is getting a divorce, what does it have to do with him? His father didn't care about him since he was a child, so what? His brother didn't like him, so it was a big deal to hit two thunderbolts to scare him to death. As for the sun god, he can still work hard, and he will be entangled until he dies with an egg?

Isn't there a little more inexplicable mana, how can it become like this? The people who were originally happy and happy were depressed to death. If I had all your power, what would I be happy about?

"Come with me to the hospital tomorrow, I've been having a headache lately."

"Oh."

After midnight, the vibrant campus was also filled with a thick silence, and the street lamps that had been bright all night in the past also closed their sleepy eyes early, allowing the inexhaustible lead of the capital in the north × to fly in the night sky.

The night sky here is never quiet, countless neon lights light up the haggard dark clouds, and not a single light swallow flies into the forest of high-rise buildings. Only the tall locust trees on both sides of the road, like potted plants, were placed on both sides of the road, and the speeding cars brought up the smell of gasoline dust. Before the dust could fall, it was swept into the sky again by another speeding car. Until it grabbed the leaves, looking for a moment of peace on the leaves that never trembled with the wind.

Separated by a wall, silence and hustle and bustle collide here. The roar of the car broke in through time and space to hit the sleeping street lamp, but it became a faint long roar.

I couldn't tell whether it was the thunder in the sky or the long roar of a car, and I fell silent again as I flashed across the silent basketball court. Lying on the warm plastic field, Chen Feng's snoring was very loud. The beer at dusk and the basketball afterwards consumed the physical strength of the silly boy, and he didn't care about any cleanliness or worries, he finally turned back into him, silly, naïve, and used his whole body to meet the temperature left by the sun. Sleep comfortably and not think about what will happen tomorrow.

Sitting beside him, Hong Liang wiped the sweat from his forehead with his black hands. The lead bloom flying in the night sky allowed him to find the shadow lying on the ground, and a helpless smile unconsciously appeared in his throat, but tears oozed from his eyes.

Another long roar, or a muffled thunderclap. A faint flash of light blinked in the neon light, and a trace of water vapor appeared in the sultry air.

"It's going to rain, isn't it?"

is asking Chen Feng, and he is also asking himself. Who would have thought that the black boy who grew up on the shore of Weishan Lake would be reborn one day. Everything in the world was exposed to the sun in his eyes, without concealment. Like this day, this cloud, this rain.

He once thought that the familiar Weishan Lake was big enough to be seen for a lifetime, but now his cough could make it make waves. His curiosity always turned into a gust of wind that ruffled the reeds in the lake and overturned the slow-moving pleasure boats.

The sight stunned him, and a boatload of people fell into the water in the blink of an eye. If there was no passing speedboat, if he hadn't dived under the water to lift the girl, if the people on the boat hadn't struggled to pick up a few bamboo poles stuck in the water, what would have been the end?

But he was not discovered, just as no one found Chen Feng. There's some fear, there's some fear. Frightened by the terrifying power in Chen Feng's blood, he was afraid that he would not know if he would be chased and beaten like him in the future.

Who can see through the future? Where is the future? What's there?

For a moment, it felt like they were back in time. I don't know how many times, also late at night, drinking and playing until exhausted, until there were almost no more pedestrians on the road, until there were only two of them left on the noisy court. At that time, the smile was so pure, and the people next to him were also lying here and sleeping.

It is a little cool the size of a pinpoint and drips onto the back of the loud one. Little by little, drop by drop, knocking on the poplars outside the stadium, it seemed a little dripping on this midsummer night. Slowly, his body was already full of water droplets, but Chen Feng did not wake up, turned over and continued his sweet dream.

It was a wonderful feeling, the warmth of the earth and the coldness of the raindrops wrapped the two people between heaven and earth, and they seemed so small in the stuck-up night.

"A drop in the ocean."

Looking up at the drizzling night sky, distant neon painted with dusky colors. For some reason, he became as sensitive as Chen Feng, and his heart was full of unexplained powerlessness. There are countless people's pasts floating in front of them, vying to tell their complicated and ordinary lives. Maybe one day I will be like them, turning into a silk thread that no one cares about, longing for someone to come to you again and read the story you wrote by yourself.

"You are also a dead fat man in the sea, what a drop in the sea, who has ever seen two hundred catties of millet."

"Slut, you slept soundly."

"You don't call me when it's raining."

"Why don't you stop the rain?"

"Forget it, it's hard to get a shower."

"Well, it's hard."

Lying on the plastic field, let the drizzle turn into a splash, and wash over the two black boys. They did not sit up until the rain became puddles, and puddles became currents, and currents became rapids. It turned out that this torrent was not as cold as raindrops, but warmly surrounded the whole body. Sitting in the warm current and watching them rush out of the stadium, the flat road became a raging river in the blink of an eye, and even the road teeth sank to the bottom of the water.

Clumsily wading in the water flow that did not reach his calves, he sincerely sighed that it was good to see the sea in Bei× Beijing. While Hong Liang was not paying attention, he slapped a large splash of water on Hong Liang's head. Seeing that he was hit by a trick and turned around and ran, he was caught. With a sharp pull from above, and a sweeping leg below, Chen Feng fell into the water like a bear. Jumped up and fought back, trying to use a hungry tiger to pounce on Hong Liang under him, but the damn rain made him unable to jump, Hong Liang easily dodged, watching the stupid boy slap on the ground again. Haha laughed, "Slut, you want to plot against me!" ”

I can't tell if it's rain or laughter during the fight, which feels good!