If you are quiet, it is like providing An Lun with an endless source of power, and it is also both mental and physical. In the days that followed, An Lun spent almost all of his time developing the Heart of Clocks, carefully looking through all the notes left by the ancestors when making the Heart of Clocks, and personally visiting the descendants of the alchemists who made the Heart of Clocks with their ancestors. In the past two years, he has made four of them, but they all failed when they were fused to 99%, but An Lun did not give up, because this is not only for himself, but also for his woman, he wants to complete the heart of the clock and become a hero in the silence!

"There shouldn't be any problems with the production, how can it be wrong?" An Lun looked at the drawings carefully, counting the time for the production of the first clock heart, more than two years have passed before and after, and the old prime minister has come to inquire many times, and the last time, the old prime minister has already given an ultimatum, if the production cannot be completed within a month, the royal family will deprive An Lun of the position of the craftsman and punish him with capital punishment. This is already tearing his face with An Lun, it can be seen that the bell tower is already in danger, and there is not much time left for An Lun.

Jing came to An Lun's side with a cup of hot coffee and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

An Lun shook his head, "No, it's strange, I made it according to the drawings left by my ancestors, I can guarantee that every step is completely restored, without the slightest mistake, how could it not work." Every time it merges to ninety-nine percent, what is this last one percent?"

"Could it be that there is a problem with alchemy?" Jing asked.

An Lun also shook his head: "There is no problem with alchemy, the drawings and methods are here, I have also changed the alchemist, and even the location, the temperature and humidity of the weather are completely simulated as at that time, there can be no problems in these two aspects." ”

Hearing this, Jing also frowned, especially the old prime minister's ultimatum, which made her really worried about An Lun. "Don't worry, think about it, what else did the ancestors do when they made the Heart of the Clock, did anything special happen at that time?"

"Well—" An Lun bowed his head and muttered for a moment, then got up and pulled out an old notepad from the clutter pile in the corner, the paper was yellowed, but the notes on it were still clear.

An Lun pointed to it and said: "This is the note left by the ancestors, you see that this is the progress of the production of the heart of the clock before, only the last one written here is different." ”

I'm sad, I'm in pain, the heart of the clock is about to be made, but I've never been in pain like I am today, and I regret taking on this task, but I understand that it's for humanity, so I can only bear this pain. ’

Jing looked at this passage and asked with some puzzlement: "Why did you write this? Isn't it a happy event that the heart of the clock is successfully made? Why did the ancestors suffer." ”

An Lun spoke: "I think it should be when the ancestor learned that the title of the maker of the heart of the clock was designated as those two alchemy masters, the ancestor is also a god craftsman, for the god craftsman, reputation is more than life. So the ancestor must have been very uncomfortable at that time, but for the sake of the people of the world, he still endured this humiliation and completed the heart of the clock. Later, the ancestor's temperament changed greatly, and his wife also left him, and finally died of depression... Hey, that's why I took this matter at that time, hoping to correct the name of the ancestors. ”

Jing nodded, but her eyes were always looking at the sentence on the note, for some reason, she always felt that the sentence left by Ancestor An Lun did not mean this.

Time passed day by day, there were only three days left before the deadline given by the old prime minister, and An Lun was finally no longer as confident as before, he had exhausted all the methods he could think of, but he could not succeed. He hadn't slept for three days, his eyes were bloodshot, and even his hair had fallen out in the past three years, and he was almost frantic about making and testing, hoping to finish the heart of the clock in the last time. However, the reality is extremely cruel, and he began to give up making it after repeated failures.

An Lun didn't leave the workbench, but he didn't make it either, he just stared at the metal ball in front of him in a daze, he didn't dare to leave, and he didn't dare to go to see Jing, because he didn't want the woman he loved to see him give up. But he himself had given up, and he couldn't think of any way to complete the heart of the clock.

Jing is very sensible and gentle, she didn't ask An Lun how the progress of the production was, let alone urge him, but just brought delicious meals to An Lun on time every day, and when An Lun was eating, she took the time to wipe his oily hands for him.

Carefully closed the door of the studio, leaned her back against the door, two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks, this was already more than one time she had shed tears, looking at An Lun's appearance, how could she not be heartbroken? But no matter how uncomfortable Jing was, she never behaved in front of An Lun, she didn't want to disturb him because of herself, since An Lun didn't give up, then she couldn't give up, she was already ready, if there was really no miracle born in the end, then she would be punished with An Lun, and if she couldn't live together, she would die together.

It is customary to walk to the edge of the bed and sit down, as long as An Lun is working in the studio, Jing will sit here. An Lun didn't have the habit of tidying up the bed, so usually, she would make An Lun's bed here, but at this time, the bed was very flat, and An Lun hadn't come back to sleep for several days.

Looking at the neat bed, she saw the appearance of An Lun lying on the bed in front of her, and every time she had to take a broom to drive him out of bed, her nose was sore, and tears fell again.

"Huh?" At this time, Jing suddenly saw a notebook placed at the head of An Lun's bed, the notebook was very old, it was the notebook left by An Lun's ancestor.

Jing carefully took the notebook over, and looked at the contents page by page, most of them were academic problems among some craftsmen, and she could not understand much, but she still looked at it carefully, hoping that she could help An Lun find some inspiration.

Whenever he saw the end, saw the sad words left by his grandfather, Jing couldn't find any clues. She looked at the notebook, stunned, and then she thought of An Lun, thought of An Lun's pain at this time, and tears of anger fell again...

"Pop" tears fell on the old notebook this time, Jing was startled, and hurriedly wiped them with his sleeve.

"It's okay..."Seeing that there were no stains left on the place where his tears were wet, Jing let out a sigh of relief. "It's good to let it dry, you shouldn't be able to see it if you don't look closely. ”

Saying this, Jing was suddenly stunned, her eyes were glued to the words in the notebook, and after a while, she rushed out.

......

Another day has passed, and An Lun has been sitting at the workbench, just as usual, except that Jing did not cook for him today. After not eating or drinking for a day, An Lun's stomach was already "growling".

"Quiet..."An Lun whispered, but there was no response from outside.

"She's out?" An Lun stood up and came to the outhouse, and sure enough, he didn't see Jing's figure.

Hungry, An Lun came to the kitchen, found something to eat to fill his stomach, and just as he was about to go back to the studio, the door opened, only to see Jing walking back from outside.

Seeing An Lun coming out to forage, Jing "poofed" and smiled: "I don't know how to wipe my mouth when I steal food, as a man, how can I not even know this basic common sense?"

"I..." An Lun wanted to speak, but as soon as he spoke, a pair of soft eyes were pressed against his lips. He opened his eyes widen suddenly, only to see Jing who was close at hand also looking at him, Jing Mei's eyes were like silk, this was the first time An Lun had seen such Jing, if it weren't for the feeling from his mouth that was too real, he must have thought that he was dreaming.

This kiss lasted for a long time, until the kiss was until both of them were hypoxic.

An Lun gasped, and he looked at the woman in front of him with some surprise, "Jing... How do you..."

Before he finished speaking, a jade finger like a spring onion pressed against An Lun's lips, and Jing's other arm was already around An Lun's neck, leaning his body on An Lun's body.

"Don't say anything, today you belong to me. This very provocative sentence came out of Jing's mouth, and then, An Lun felt Jing Ruhu's enthusiasm, his clothes were torn off, Jing's delicate body was wrapped around An Lun's body, she kept asking An Lun for people, and An Lun was also driven by Jing to carry out the most instinctive movement of biology.

This time was different from An Lun's madness that night, Jing seemed to be crazy to take, but An Lun's feelings did not have a bit of crazy flavor. What he could feel was Jing's deep love for him, and the heart that wanted to entrust everything to himself. An Lun didn't ask Jing why this was like this, but just carried Jing's feelings with his heart.

"I love you, Jing!"

"I love you too, Len!"

An Lun: "Marry me, we'll go to register tomorrow!Fuck the heart of the clock, Lao Tzu won't do it, we'll leave tomorrow, I'll take you out of here, it's a big deal, let's go to the Warcraft region to find a place with good mountains and rivers to live." I don't believe that there is a 'copper plate', who can do anything to us!"

Jing: "Well... Well..."

......

"Jing, are you awake? Let's go register in a moment. Allen reached out to find the woman next to the pillow and tried to take her into his arms. However, his hand never groped for the man.

At this moment, An Lun suddenly had an inexplicable panic, it stands to reason that he can't touch Jing is not surprising, after all, Jing gets up much earlier than him every day, and when he gets up, Jing has already prepared breakfast and is waiting for him.

"Jing?" An Lun suppressed the panic in his heart and called tentatively, however, there was no response.

"Jing, are you not there, are you going out?" An Lun called twice, however, there was still no response in the house, and the uneasiness in An Lun's heart became stronger and stronger, regardless of putting on his clothes, he immediately turned over and went to the ground, rushed into the kitchen, followed by the studio, bathroom, and backyard, but there was no Jing in all places.