The Lost City of Alien Beasts

Chapter 508 It's Cool
Douhu held his cigarette between his fingers and smiled as expected. He did not take the weapon, but took out a piece of light blue letter paper folded in half: "I will decide after reading the letter."

Qing Ling hesitated for two seconds, took the letter, and opened it.

It is a letter written with a black pen. The handwriting is neat, the font is vigorous and powerful, and the strokes are graceful. You can tell from the calligraphy skills at first glance.

Who would have thought that Wu Dahai, with such a muddy mind, could actually write such beautiful handwriting.

——"Qing Ling, if you can read this letter, it means that I am dead and you survived."

——"Congratulations, you will be blessed if you survive the catastrophe."

——"There's something I've always wanted to apologize to you for, but I can't say it out loud, so I can only use the old-fashioned way of writing a letter."

——"When I first met you in the game arcade, I was quite an asshole. I'm sorry. In fact, it would have been better if you had known me a few years earlier. I was relatively normal then and at least I could have left you a A normal impression.”

——"After awakening, I hated this world for a time. I don't regard beasts as human beings, my companions as human beings, and I don't regard myself as a human being."

——"I always tell myself that this is a stupid game. I can play it however I want. I survived by relying on this belief."

——"But after getting to know you, I seem to have become a different person again. After going around in a circle, I found that being a human being is more interesting."

——"Gao Yang promised me to protect you, but I still don't trust him. That kid is too useless. So I decided to help him. I gave you these two knives to make you stronger, so that Gao Yang's side It will be a lot less stressful.”

——"Anyway, don't be burdened. I gave you the knife so that Gao Yang would not break his promise, not for you."

——"But if possible, I hope you can live longer, so that the knife I give you can kill more enemies."

——"Just thinking about it, I think it's cool."

Qing Ling was silent for a moment after reading the letter.

She folded the blue letter paper again and put it back in her coat pocket. She raised her head and looked at Douhu: "I still need two scabbards."

"Leave it to the organization." Douhu made an OK gesture.

……

Gao Yang originally thought that Suzaku would drive directly to the Blue House Clinic and have a meeting with Qilin and Qinglong.

As a result, Qilin thought there was no need for a meeting, and he learned all about the situation from Gao Yang's phone call.

Suzaku, who was driving, was smoking and jokingly said: "The president is so thin-skinned that I probably won't be able to see you for a while."

Gao Yang smiled half-heartedly and flattered him: "The president knows things well and guessed that Long would come to support."

"Come on." Suzaku glanced at Gao Yang, the co-pilot: "The president doesn't send anyone to support you. Are you a little bit resentful in your heart?"

"Don't dare."

"Ouch!" Suzaku exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Seven Shadows, you are an elder now, there is no need to be so cautious, it would be too detrimental to your charm."

"I won't be fooled." Gao Yang smiled and changed the subject: "If I really change as you said, you will definitely say that you still like me before next time."

"Haha." Suzaku said haha, and the matter was over.

"Go home or go back to college?" Suzaku asked.

"Go home." Gao Yang's tone became lighter and his eyes became colder.

……

At 4:40 in the morning, Gao Yang stood at the door of his home.

He took a deep breath, inserted the key, and pushed the door open.

Gao Yang stood in the entrance hall and was stunned before he could change his shoes. The living room was lit by a soft wall lamp. His mother was wearing dark blue cotton pajamas and pajamas. Her hair was tied up casually. She was sitting on the sofa and looking at the wall clock on the wall. Trance.

"Mom?" Gao Yang called softly.

"Yangyang?" Lin Yue was startled and came back to her senses: "Why are you back at this hour?"

"Tomorrow is a holiday. I'm playing Script Killing with my friends all night tonight. We just broke up." Gao Yang explained with a smile, bending down to change his shoes: "Why haven't you slept yet?" "Hey, I don't know why I have insomnia. I haven't had insomnia in a long time. ." Mom smiled helplessly: "The last time I couldn't sleep was during the two days of your college entrance examination."

Gao Yang changed into his slippers, sat down on the single sofa opposite his mother, and asked casually: "Where are dad and my sister?"

"I'm falling asleep." Mom pursed her lips and smiled, and said in a very soft voice: "You go to bed too, don't worry about me, I'll just sit here for a while, it's almost dawn anyway."

Gao Yang looked down at his fingers and did not get up.

After a few seconds of silence, Gao Yang raised his head: "Mom..."

"Are you hungry?" Mom suddenly interrupted: "If you are hungry, you won't be able to sleep. I'll cook you a bowl of noodles. You can eat before going to bed."

"Okay." Gao Yang swallowed the words before he spoke. He touched his stomach and said, "I'm really a little hungry."

"Wait." Mom got up, walked into the kitchen, and closed the glass door.

After a while, there was a faint sound of pots and pans in the kitchen, as well as the "dong-dong" sound of the knife chopping onions on the chopping board, the "gurgling" sound of water gradually boiling, and the "sizzling" sound of oil pouring onto the pan. ” sound, the “click” sound of beating egg shells, and the “buzzing” sound of the range hood drawing air.

Gao Yang has listened to these sounds for many years, and he is very familiar with every rhythm and change.

Gao Yang didn't look at the kitchen, but listened to his mother's busy voice. He was slightly in a trance, feeling like his soul was out of body.

Ten minutes later, my mother brought a bowl of noodles and placed it on the coffee table.

A very ordinary bowl of noodles, with a few cooked green vegetables, some pickled mustard, and a fried poached egg. It is steaming hot and the noodles are fragrant.

Gao Yang picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. The taste was familiar.

"Is it delicious?" Mom asked.

"good to eat."

"Is it salty?"

"Not salty."

“Poached eggs are a bit old.”

"Not old."

The mother was sitting on the sofa, watching her son eating noodles, and asked casually.

The son buried his head in eating noodles and answered casually.

Within a few minutes, Gao Yang ate all the noodles and drank two mouthfuls of noodle soup.

"Are you full? Can I cook some more for you?"

"I'm full." Gao Yang took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.

Mom was not in a hurry to put away the chopsticks, and looked at Gao Yang with a smile: "Did you just have something to say to Mom?"

Gao Yang avoided his mother's eyes and stared at the noodle bowl with only some soup left on the table.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang-dang."

At five o'clock in the morning, the clock on the wall rang five times.

When the bell ended, Gao Yang raised his head: "Mom, I'm sorry."

"Ah?" Lin Yue was surprised, her smile froze, "Why did you suddenly say sorry when you were so good?"

"I lied to you."

"Lie to me?" Lin Yue was a little confused, she narrowed her eyes slightly, "What did you lie to me about?"

(End of this chapter)