"Old Cao seems to be holding Beibei..." XV sat in the cafe and started to choose a beast-eared girl.

"Didn't you listen to him? He wants to find a two-year-old technician for Beibei..." Xiao Wang's words silenced the rest of the adventure group for a moment.

"Uh, I'd better let Beibei and Sister Meigui and others join us." Zhang Zhengxiong called Cao Cao and Shimei and asked them to hand over Beibei.

Ye Cang bid farewell to Jingxuan and left Lao Wang, Lao Li and Jingxuan to drink tea and talk about Zen in the courtyard. He was not very interested. Although Jingxuan repeatedly tried to keep him, he walked alone in the downtown city and looked around, and became a little confused. He was confused about the future and the series of signs of death he had received. He might not live this year. He looked down at his hands trembling under the red light. He had never been truly afraid of death, and he began to be afraid of death. The more he cared about, the more he was reluctant to leave and fear became stronger.

I recalled the way I saw that I was obliterating under the tree and the vaguely audible wedding march, and murmured, "Qinxue, I want to live and have my future..."

"You have really grown up..." A familiar voice came from the crowd. Ye Cang's eyes became wet in an instant. He quickly turned his head to search for the direction of the sound. There was nothing in the crowd. He saw the vending machine in the direction of the sound. There was only a can of Alomei. He took out the coins, pulled open the buttons, took a long sip, wiped his slightly moist eyes, stared at the familiar wine can trademark, and then looked at the endless crowd and smiled, "Yes, I'm growing up."

The night gradually became deeper, and Ye Cang watched the crowd gradually fade, and under the last string of street lights, he was the only one under the last string of street lights. From noisy to silentness, he came to the open-air stage of the stage play that had just been performed in the temple fair. The lights were still on. Ye Cang danced. In the waltz alone, he saw different people, Ah Xiong, Lele, Xiaotian, Nana, Rose, etc., all of whom he wanted to protect. Finally, Ye Cang, who followed the light, stopped his lonely spinning dance steps, stood alone on the huge stage, staring blankly. After a long time, he changed to a jazz, used slightly thick branches as a cane, and used a box of appropriate size to express the trowel as a hat. He woven the shirt to make the back look like a swallowtail, and he danced randomly, and even played the tap dance as a cut scene.

"Papa..." The applause made Ye Cang stop, and he looked at the uncle who was leaning on a cane under the stage and smiled and signaled, "Come on?"

"The honor is extremely high." The uncle was carrying his left hand on his back, and his right hand stroked his shoulder with one hand and bent down 80 degrees to thank him for the invitation. A ballet jumped onto the stage, and the light of the ai enveloped the uncle.

The two began to dance, from jazz, street dance, to national standards, and the uncle even had a black swan, and Ye Cang used the Lanling King to deal with it...

"I really envy you young people who can face the love that has passed away calmly, but I am afraid again and again. Time is really cruel." Uncle took a sip of the Wanjiu series brewed by Liu Bei.

"Some things can never be forgotten. I have also done a lot of stupid things that chase things that have passed away. People are very strange things, including artificial people. They are always in the pain of seeking but not getting what they want, and abandoning but not giving up, especially love. So when you can be calm, it may be when you grow up, because you know that new bonds and new futures need your protection. The love of the past is a precious treasure in your heart. It will accompany you never leave in your life. When you think of that person, that time of vividness, you will understand that you really should let go. Although you can't let go of your hands countless times, you will still have to let go one day, because what continues to pull is only endless obsession and pain."

"In the past, people who I always disdained should have been moving forward, but now it seems that if people stay in the past, there will be no future and hope..." Ye Cang's words silenced for a long time. "What if you can go back to the past?"

"I have wanted to go back to the past countless times, but now I have no idea. Why people are wonderful is because of the unknown future, addicted to the past, and every day of life is the same, without hope, without thoughts..." Ye Cang thought of Cao Cao and others who realized their wish and returned to the late Eastern Han Dynasty in a parallel world. In the end, he realized that perhaps it was not the most exciting life, but what he really lived through was the imperfect ending, the life he really experienced.

"It seems that you are all more mature than me. It turns out that I am a child who has not grown up..." The uncle smiled sadly. In the blue light, the top hat and tuxedo looked so lonely.

"No, uncle, I prefer people like you. People live a variety of life. No matter what, you are you, I am me. Your and my decisions are all about your own life. Whether it is true or false, just do you have to regret it until death as much as possible? As for modifying your life, it is just a dream that is both true and false. If you don't have it, you have to go on, even if it's a road without return." Ye Cang drank the third jar of wine.

The uncle smiled and breathed a long sigh of relief, "Go! Go and make midnight snacks..."

Ye Cang looked at the direction of his uncle's cane, was it Taiyi Lake, would he catch fish? This is good! The two of them were talking and laughing towards Taiyi Lake.

The next day.

When Zhang Shaofeng came in the morning, he happened to see Ye Cang and others planning to go out. "Hey, can you better participate in the training camp?? Even if you take a look!"

"Let's go, go and take a look." Ye Cang thought for a while, and gave him some face. He followed Zhang Shaofeng to the underground training ground at the Linhai Hotel and went in to see the core members. "It's true that Linhai's best friend, okay, let's go."

Ye Cang glanced at it and turned around and planned to continue traveling. Old Cao yawned, "Where are you going today?"

"Xinghai District, which is one of the two major flower and willow areas in Nebula and is also an area with many delicious food. Gusaner and the big roaster are not to be missed. These two have a very good relationship with me." Lao Wang smiled and hugged Lao Cao's shoulder. "Bastard, a two-year-old technician, right?"

"......" Lao Cao was ashamed, "Just just kidding."

Zhang Shaofeng looked helplessly at the people who were about to leave. Zhao Yunli, the president of the student union division of Shen Qian, was beside him. Because of his new recruit's desire to show, especially for the shame of the student union, the so-called jihad king Ye Cang, "I really think he is serious, and I also took the 40-year-old garbage to go through the relationship to school..."

Ye Cang was too lazy to pay attention to these things and was about to speak.

Cao Cao turned around and said, "Wait, little beast, what you mean by forty-year-old garbage, is it me, or the one next to me who is a long one? If it is this, I can forgive you, but if it is me..."
Chapter completed!