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Chapter 1097 NO.4: Ling Youzhong’s plan
The wine is not enough and the meal is full.

Omo, who originally planned to go to the kitchen to wash dishes and cutlery, was pushed out of the kitchen by Mao.

Although most people with cooking skills have their own persistence, the girl with grease-painted hair who dominates the 'dish-washing session' is more like a common thinking of Tom Yam housewives.

Omo didn't force it, after all, there was a dishwasher at home.

After briefly confirming that Mao could operate the model, he returned to the corridor leading to the living room, but did not step in completely. Instead, he turned to the stairway going upstairs.

This operation can be said to mean that he foresees the turbulent atmosphere in the living room at the moment, or it can be said that he shamefully succumbs to the 'threat' of a certain buddy.

There was no doubt that although there had been no clearer instructions, the 'fake shot' that gave him a heart attack not long ago was a direct warning.

And when the other party was not in the living room after the meal, but did not set foot in those rooms that would block the perception, but was on the balcony where the detection source could be seen as long as the door was opened.

Omer had to sigh at his own understanding, and followed the silent steps that were always difficult to detect, looking for the blue-haired silhouette on the edge of the balcony.

The waterfall-like long hair has a smooth transition from sky blue to deep blue. When it reaches the end, its color is almost as deep as ink, and can almost be called black.

The long hair is certainly eye-catching, but the slender dragon tail extending from the close-fitting holes in the back of the clothes makes it even more elegant, and is slightly synchronized with the long hair that is blown by the wind. The wind moved that night.

Throughout the ages, long, smooth hair has been a choice that can highlight the 'feminine' quality, for both men and women.

This is not a conventional culture, but a simple visual impact.

Like ripples, moving like a curtain, it has its own feminine beauty.

Everyone in this world is a visual animal. Even if they have the consciousness of not judging a book by its appearance, the subconscious feedback on appearance is always inevitable.

Up to now, there are so-called "tomboy" female images. They basically have short and healthy hair as their physical appearance, and coupled with masculine behavior, they can interpret the definition of that attribute.

From this point of view, it is contrary to common sense for Omo to regard Ling as a buddy.

After all, not only does the other party have long, silky hair, but the way her elbows are leaning slightly on the balcony at this moment also shows that obvious female figure. She has a graceful figure, and her voice is far from neutral, no matter what No matter how you look at it, it is difficult to ignore the gender differences.

It is undeniable that Omer did not regard Ling as a female brother at first.

But the more we get along with each other, the more we can understand their overly strong and distinct personalities.

Sadness and long dreams, drunkenness and burning the midnight oil.

His old age is still there, and the sound of the old armor is new.

Where did I hear such words? There is no record in Omo's chip.

Maybe it was in a dream.

He always felt that most of his impressions of Ling came from dreams that he couldn't remember clearly.

Those dreams were dim and unclear, like smoke and clouds. Occasionally, some words would come out, and occasionally there would be flashes of gold and iron, and even boiling copper juice and the howling wind.

And singing.

It was definitely not the electronic music, rock music, and piano sounds that I was used to.

It was a song of generosity, with a shock so vivid that he was at a loss what to do.

He often thinks he should do something, but can't figure out what to do.

But he is by no means a mediocre person who can't start without a body, just like he is now more and more aware of the content of the absurd dream that he can't remember.

As long as he has an outline, he can eventually describe the shape.

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As a Bader who spent half of his childhood and youth in Tom Yam-style schools and Tom Yam territory.

Omer's understanding of Tomyam culture was better than that of many locals who were indifferent to it. Just from those words, just from those smoke-like images, he could already define the type of stage where those fragments were located.

In this way, the eddy that often feels strange and inconsistent can be smoothed out.

Since when? I changed from insisting on the title of 'Miss Ling' to 'Ling'?
Since when did he naturally take the wine glass she handed him whenever he had nothing else to do?
When did it start again? My impression of Ling has changed from 'a beautiful elder sister who seems to be having fun with herself' to 'a female brother who doesn't need to avoid many things'?
Many, many, many of these problems had been built into his mind in a ladder-like manner, one level after another as time went by.

It's just that he always has the habit of getting answers in his own way and without leaving any trace, so he almost never takes the initiative to ask the other party, let alone discuss with anyone.

The final facts proved that he really didn't need to do that.

He could always find the answer by himself, and then slowly walked to her side as if he could easily catch up with the other person's rhythm, and then heard her suddenly say:
"I was staying in Jiangnan at that time, and that place is no different from the one in Dongyan on your side."

"The wine is very sweet, and there are many exquisite objects, as well as flowers, plants, insects, scenery and people. They are all interesting. However, year after year, people change several generations, and things remain the same. Beauty is beautiful, but The small bridge and the flowing water always make me feel lost.”

She looked at the distant night scene, her purple eyes boundless, as if she was recalling the past in her words. And Omo stood aside, leaning on the relatively high fence with his back turned, looking at the ceiling.

"Then you met Brother Zhongyue?" he asked.

"That's right," Ling said softly, "by chance, my eldest brother taught me how to use a sword, and I expressed my thoughts. At that time, my eldest brother persuaded me to go to Yumen."

"A frontier fortress." He closed his eyes for a moment, as if he could imagine that scenery.

"Well, the mountains are far away and the spring breeze never comes."

"That lonely border city lies in front of the desert. There is nothing else but it, only the invading enemies are surging, killing each other with those Great Yan soldiers."

"Smoke rises in the desert, and the lonely city listens to the drums. I can't remember how many battles there have been." Ling Ye slowly closed his eyes.

"With their rough faces, warm blood, and different accents, every one of those soldiers is so vivid in my heart, including the way they were swallowed up by the tragic battle."

"...Who said that the general has a will to die, so new willows are born every year." Homao opened his eyes and lowered his head.

There are no lights on the balcony or the front passage, and all light sources come from outside the balcony.

They couldn't shine below the balcony railing, but the devil's eyes could still distinguish the unconscious swing of the long blue tail with the faint light.

Still seems to be responding to the bleak night wind in autumn.

"Yes, I told you back then. You can't remember those things, but you still remember this sentence." Ling smiled, opened his eyes, and looked again at the waning moon that looked equally lonely in the bustling night scene. , "When I left Jiangnan, I traveled for hundreds of years in a land that was too similar to Tomyam here. I felt that the prosperous world had seen through it, and the famous people were all passing by, but there were still scenes in this world that I had never seen and feelings that I had never experienced. This You can understand this feeling, right?”

"We meet again," Omo said softly, raising his hand to take off the wine gourd hanging on the long metal staff and hand it to her, "there will always be something different, and there will always be traces left."

And she didn't turn her head, but she raised her hand to take it steadily, took a big sip after picking it up, and then whispered:
"I always remember that past, that lonely city."

"It's that lonely city that makes you realize that there are still many unfinished things in this world."

As Omo spoke, he raised his feet slightly and pressed the instep of his feet against the end of the dragon's tail that hung naturally, almost like a vacuum cleaner.

The latter seemed to be unaware of it.

"Well, so I came here again, and after me, there were Xiaonian, Xiaoxi, the elder brother who was sent, and the girl who came to communicate with me now."

"Actually, millet is like that too."

When she said this, she finally turned her head and looked at Omer aside, which seemed to be a very long preparation for the final scene.

"She used to study and get along with a farmer. She is the one who cares most about people's livelihood among our brothers and sisters, and she is also the one who hopes for stability the most."

"She didn't control everyone so strictly before, but after arriving here, her life was too stable, which made her expect everyone's stable life even more than before."

"But you won't be affected too much by the world here like her."

"Brother has always been very clear about himself. Although Nian is reckless, it is precisely because of that recklessness that she has never changed much. Although Xi has too many taboos, those taboos are nothing in this complicated world."

"but me……"

Ling was silent for a moment, she should have defined herself by being carefree, but somehow, at this moment, she couldn't say this.

Instead, it was the other person who spoke and accepted her tactful words.

"And you know how big the world is."

Seeing the long tail rising again, Omo moved his feet back calmly.

"In the past, I made you drunk and Tu Su as you wrote notes, and now I make you proud and happy in life."

"Ah, indeed."

Ling smiled happily and handed the gourd to Omo.

"Don't let the golden cup stand in front of the moon?" She raised the gourd to indicate the lonely moon in the sky.

"What about my golden cup?" His red eyes seemed dissatisfied.

"Don't you?" The purple pupil smiled.

"I really have it." Homais waved his palm slightly, the silver chain on his cuffs seemed to be shining, and a small wine glass actually appeared in his hand. He handed it out as if he had been prepared, "But I just didn't see that you gave it to me. Take out the time.”

But Ling didn't take it seriously and just picked up some gourds.

"It doesn't matter if you have it or not, come on, come on."

"Okay." Omo glanced at her helplessly, but saw that the other party's arm slightly blocked his field of vision, and he could only see the same free and easy and heroic eyebrows as before.

Sure enough, the love between sons and daughters is not suitable for this brother at all, he thought.