It's very hot, but the highest temperature is stubbornly staying at 39 degrees, because it will be a bit troublesome to reach 40 degrees.

When I walked out of the office building, I felt a wave of heat as soon as I came out.

Liu Mengyu frowned slightly. Every time this time, she missed life in Chengdu. Of course, as a plain city in the basin, Chengdu should be very hot at this time, but when you drive out of the city, you enter the mountainous area. There are many attractions to stop and even stay in the summer. However, in the eastern coastal plain, this is a luxury.

The black car was parked at the door on time and waiting to pick her up. It was a tacit understanding that the two of them developed over the years. However, this time, when Liu Mengyu got in the car, she rarely spoke on her own initiative:

"I thought you wouldn't come today."

"In fact, I didn't go to take orders all afternoon, just painted and written at home." Su Yuhang was wearing a dark yellow long gown, which was the kind of dress that Mr. Lu Xun wrote in "Kong Yiji". However, when she wore Su Yuhang, she did not look shabby or embarrassed at all. Instead, she really seemed to have a celebrity from the Republic of China, although this celebrity was a coachman.

Liu Mengyu nodded. She knew that this might be Su Yuhang's character. Even if Su Yuhang slept with his own subjective consciousness and used several other separate consciousnesses to maintain operation, each simple consciousness is ultimately Su Yuhang himself.

The medicine introduction is almost ripe, and the timing is almost the same, which means that these consciousnesses that were originally responsible for activities when the subject consciousness was sleeping will be erased as the subject consciousness awakens, but he seems very calm.

Yes, if he would be nervous, uneasy, angry, confused, and lose his composure at this time, he would not deserve the name "Su Yuhang"; Liu Mengyu thought so in his heart.

"Don't eat barbecue today?" Su Yuhang asked. Every night when he gets off work, Liu Mengyu is used to having some midnight snacks. It's like he likes to draw and write. People always have to do things that make them feel interesting to have a feeling of being alive.

"Go home and cook." Liu Mengyu said.

"In twenty years...oh no, it seems that this is the first time in my life that I plan to cook, right?" Su Yuhang quipped with a smile.

Liu Mengyu stopped talking, Su Yuhang drove the car to the entrance of the vegetable market and stopped. Liu Mengyu got out of the car, and Su Yuhang got out of the car with him.

The two of them did not stay in the vegetable market for long, because Liu Mengyu only bought a few kilograms of water and some onions, ginger and garlic.

But Su Yuhang was not dissatisfied at all, but just followed her with a smile. After buying, the two got in the car and went home.

Cut the scallions, boil them in cold water, drip some oil, put them in the pot on the water, wait for the noodles to come out, then take them out and put them in a bowl with seasonings, pour the soup on top and serve them on the table.

There was a bowl of noodles in front of the two of them sitting at the table, which could be considered plain noodles. If you didn't even sprinkle those few drops of oil, it would be extremely vegetarian. The vegetarian noodles sold in the temple would also add vegetarian chicken, vegetables and other things to you, but these two bowls of noodles are so simple that they can't be simpler.

"Are you thanking me or thank him?" Su Yuhang picked up the chopsticks and asked first without rushing to eat.

"Is there any difference?" Liu Mengyu looked at Su Yuhang sitting opposite his desk, "Aren't you him, isn't he you?"

"It's true in essence, but at this time, I still hope that there will be some difference. I am Su Yuhang, and he is also Su Yuhang, but he can't eat the noodles you made with your own hands." Su Yuhang lowered his head, smelled the fragrance below, and showed a look of satisfaction on his face.

Liu Mengyu was silent. Her subjective consciousness did not fall asleep because the man did everything for her. The sleep of the subject consciousness was for the rest of the consciousness to work more without interruption. He did the work of several people alone, monitoring the broadcast, monitoring life, monitoring medicine, etc., and she only needed to be responsible for boredom every day.

At the beginning, he told her: You have given birth to two children for me, and I have to do these things.

He is a very hypocritical person and a very disgusting person. This is Liu Mengyu's evaluation of Su Yuhang, a person who uses any means for the sake of his purpose and has no bottom line, and is a person of the same kind as him.

"If you don't eat, I'll pour it out."

His face was almost cold, Liu Mengyu said.

"I'll eat, I'll eat."

Su Yuhang started eating noodles. He ate very quickly and was very satisfied. There is a custom in Japan that the louder the sound and the ugly the appearance when eating, the more you love this dish and respect for making this meal.

A person who has been influenced by culture beyond ordinary people since childhood, eating like this may be the first time for Su Yuhang. Liu Mengyu remembered that when the two of them were just ordinary listeners, in a story world, he was so embarrassed that he ate the meat of rotten corpses. Su Yuhang actually slowly cut the rotten corpses into thin slices with a knife and savored it bit by bit like a sashimi. He was very disdainful of the listeners around him who voraciously forced himself to eat this disgusting thing quickly to replenish energy.

This is a man who values ​​style more than anything else.

A bowl of noodles, without any effort, soon disappeared. Su Yuhang even drank the noodle soup, and then patted his stomach invisibly and said:

"Thanks."

Over the years, he has been by her side. He is the real Su Yuhang consciousness. He is Su Yuhang, and Su Yuhang is him. But as he said just now, sometimes, Liu Mengyu also felt as if he regarded him as an independent person, an ordinary person also called Su Yuhang.

She experienced life, and he was assisting her. When she got off work, she came to pick her up. When she painted, she was accompanying her as a photographer. In countless scenes, countless different people were a pair of zithers, but she and he knew that it was impossible and unnecessary for them.

Although this road is lonely, neither of them is a coward. In fact, on the contrary, being able to become the best among the audience has indirectly demonstrated their strong character. They faced the radio as listeners and stood on the opposite side of the radio, which further proves what kind of rebels they are.

This is not the slogan "My life is in my mind, not in heaven" that the two like to shout in ordinary times. After all, only listeners can deeply taste and realize the horror of the radio, and only listeners can truly appreciate the real pressure contained in the word "resistance".

"The medicine introduction is about to be cooked." Su Yuhang suddenly spoke. He learned the news through another person responsible for monitoring the broadcast, but he knew that she could know it because she had no sense of being separated, and she was her real person.

So, she made him a bowl of noodles.

This is a farewell,

Maybe some thanks,

It's also an end.

It is probably not her who wanted to say goodbye, even though he has been with her for twenty years like an ordinary person.

This is not a bitter TV series. The pure and beautiful love story and the drama and plot between men and women from shallow to deep will not be staged between him and her. Just as she understands him, he also understands her.

He knew how ruthless she was, how selfish she was, how indifferent she was. She could even use her own sister and watch herself rot after using it. Her indifference to family affection and even her motherhood were the truest portrayal of her.

Therefore, he did not think that the focus of this bowl of noodles was to give him, but to commemorate the seemingly ordinary life, twenty years of boredom, twenty years of boredom, twenty years of waiting, and even twenty years of torture.

"I heard a message today, which happened at Xiaoshiqiao. A guy with paranoia in his mind locked himself in a safe, starving to death and thirsty."

Su Yuhang would tell her some news and stories she heard every day, which was to enrich her life, but today's story obviously has a different flavor.

"I have always been curious about why you were so rude to that guy named Zhao......" Liu Mengyu paused for a moment, as if she was organizing her own words. After a while, she continued, "The affection is deep."

"It's just appreciation." Su Yuhang reached out and rubbed gently on the table, "A person who can make the radio afraid of being killed by being unlucky and accidentally.

He had bets with me that the radio would not accept him as the listener as usual rules, and then he won, and then he died.”

"He is very outstanding." Liu Mengyu said. The young master's experiment was the most important part of the two of them implementing the plan, and even the starting point of their plan.

"When I learned of his death, I went to his villa and looked at his body that was not as haggard as a human, and then in the safe, I saw a few lines of words he left behind, biting the words he wrote with his fingers."

"You haven't told me about this." Liu Mengyu said.

"I want to wait until today," said Su Yuhang. "At least today it can prove that his research and our plan have seen the dawn of success."

"Yeah, you keep going."

"The first sentence is: He is indeed afraid of me.

The second sentence is: I feel like I am standing side by side with the two kings.”

"No more?" Liu Mengyu asked.

"There's another sentence."

“What is it?”
Chapter completed!