Three-and-a-half-year-old milk fierce Long Bao, sailing adventures into a group pet

Xu Canjue started to walk to the fourth floor of the clock tower, it was afternoon.

Leaning on the railing from the window of the building, I can see the sun in the west is gradually sinking, but its brilliance cannot be restrained for a while, but it illuminates half of the western sky into a bright red.

Stepping up the last step to the fourth floor, as expected, a large brass pipe-shaped saxophone was placed in the center, but the musician who was supposed to play it was not in the position at this moment.

The musician is wearing a black cloth jacket with a dark gray belt tied in the center, hanging slightly to the ground, and a black cloth cap on his head. The bushy beard on both sides highlights the casualness and naturalness of this middle-aged musician.

Hearing someone coming up, the musician was taken aback, looked back, and met Xu Shenjue's emerald green eyes.

"After the fourth floor, unless it's patrol time, very few people will come up. I don't know why sir set foot here?"

When the middle-aged musician saw Xu Shenjue, he only asked his own question lightly, and continued to focus on the crowded scene outside.

"Haha, it's my first time here, and the boss specially allowed me to visit the entire clock tower. I don't know what scenery uncle is looking at?"

Seeing that the middle-aged uncle was not as indifferent to him as the accordion girl on the second floor, Xu Shenjue felt relieved, and slowly approached the window where the uncle looked out.

The uncle didn't reject it either, maybe he had stayed in this bell tower for too long.

"Those of us who play music are locked in this bell tower. Day after day, except for playing music at the o'clock, we practice piano at other times, and we can only look outside in a daze for the rest of the time.

"what?!"

When Xu Canjue heard it, he was taken aback, as if he saw a lively fish in a field of green grass, and felt incredible.

"You mean, you are locked in this bell tower? But I see the whole Fengguyun, with ample food and clothing, a prosperous country and a peaceful people, it's just like a prosperous age."

Xu Canjue couldn't understand that these musicians were actually under house arrest in this bell tower. No wonder the accordion girl on the second floor didn't like her so much. It turned out that she couldn't help herself.

"Yes."

The middle-aged musician looked faintly at Yunjuan Yunshu outside the window, as if he was imagining a bird in his mood at the moment, soaring into the sky and breaking free from this cage.

"When I applied for the job, I only knew that I could broadcast music to the entire Fenggu Yundao. At that time, I thought it was a good job, and there were so many audiences who could hear my music. The island broadcast is true, but never being able to leave is a crueler end and price than being ignored.”

Speaking of this, the middle-aged musician just smiled slightly.

Maybe when a person is really helpless, besides smiling, he has no choice but to smile.

"Why can't you leave? Do you not want to, or are you not allowed?"

Xu Shenjue frowned slightly. At this moment, he finally realized that this clock tower is not a simple timer, reminding the residents of Fengguyun Island to time, but in fact there is a bigger mystery behind it, otherwise, it is impossible for a clock tower to , the people who live in it are not some masters who repair clocks and watches, but a group of musicians.

"I don't want to, and I'm not allowed."

The middle-aged musician smiled wryly.When people smile for no reason, they are either bored or suffering.

"This bell tower was set up by Fengshen himself in the center of Fengguyun Island. It is heavily guarded, and each musician is carefully selected by him. Leaving this bell tower is tantamount to disobeying the order of Fengshen, unless I can Run away from Fengguyun, otherwise, no matter how big Fengguyun is, where will there be a place for me to hide?"

Xu Canjue looked at the middle-aged musician in front of him, not knowing how to tell Cookie about these things.

[If Cookie knows that the hometown he has been thinking about day and night, in fact, hides so much sadness under the bustling surface, what choice will he make? ...]
"What can I help you with? Uncle..."

Xu Canjue looked at the middle-aged musician with an extremely lonely expression in front of him, and began to feel sorry for the people on this land for his good brother Cookie. Xu Canjue didn't even think of these blurted words.

"You can't help me. You are just a little soldier patrolling here. If you have a chance to go out, you probably just walk back and forth between the barracks. Who is not a bird imprisoned? You're just a little wider than me."

The uncle looked at the young man in front of him, and couldn't help but feel that youth is fleeting for him. For a moment, he didn't know whether he was telling Xu Shenjue or telling himself when he was young and ignorant.

"Okay, Uncle, if there is a chance, I will come to save you."

Xu Canjue looked at the uncle in front of him, and thought of the folks and elders who were all cookies, his heart ached like being stung by a bee.

"Hahahahaha!"

When the uncle heard the brash words of the young man in front of him, he looked up to the sky and laughed.

"If you can save yourself, escape as far as possible. When you have a chance to go up to the tenth floor, go and see the factory, and you may understand."

The uncle reminded Xu Canjue that although it was the first time they met, he was infected by the young man's madness and vigor for some reason, and confided his heart to him.
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"Are you suffering more?"

Fengli repeated what the little brother said, a bit unable to understand what the little brother was referring to.

"Yes, Fengguyun 15 years ago was not as prosperous and prosperous as it is today, but the air was fresh, the climate was pleasant, and due to the existence of the wind shield, there were few outsiders disturbing it, so it was a very livable resort. But Later, Feng Guyun ushered in the way to get rich, and more and more patients, although the business of our medical center is getting better and better, but I am still quite moved."

The little brother leaned against the wall of the courtyard aisle, looked at Fengli, maybe it was the sympathy of fellow medical students, some words that were never explained to outsiders, and today he actually said so to this stranger who had never met in his life many.

"I feel that most of Fengguyun's patients are laryngitis and rhinitis, and what's even more strange is that many of them have broken arms, and judging from the wounds, it doesn't seem congenital or accidental, but rather..."

Speaking of this, Fengli paused for a moment, not knowing whether to continue talking, after all, in this medical hall, one of the patients is undergoing surgery.

"It's more like someone amputated on purpose, right?"

The little brother looked at Fengli, and calmly said the words that made Fengli gasp.

"Why?!"

Fengli suppressed the beast-like fear in his heart, and continued to ask.

"Because, if the limb is not amputated, it will spread all over the body, and there is no way to recover. Unless..."

"unless?!"