Chapter 451 Follow-up 37 Years
(The rest will be fragmented episodes.)
Ten years.

For Qin Lang, he is like a trapped beast.

It seems to be always struggling at the origin.

Slowly, as the years passed, he began to calm down and stopped looking for it.

When he sees a familiar figure on the road, he will not rush forward regardless, because he already knows that it is only Fu Sheng's figure.

Who she is, what she looks like, what height and figure she is, I don't know.

They are just similar to Fu Sheng.

instead of her.

About how he recognized her, she asked many times, Qin Lang never answered.

But in fact, it's very simple.

Because of... eyes.

How can someone meet a stranger for the first time, but look at a stranger like that?

His all-too-familiar eyes.

The way she looked at him when they met again countless times.

She was about to come over, but when she looked up and saw him in the cabin, she suddenly stopped, then remained motionless, and finally turned around hastily as if she realized something.

He had already walked away, but he couldn't help but look back at him again.

He closed the book and slowly looked out the window.

A stewardess came over with a soft voice and asked him what he needed.

He raised his eyes and looked very calm: "Give me a cup of coffee, please."

*
No. 12 miscalculated experimental data.

The intern who checked the data carefully: "This..."

"You do the math."

He put down his calculator, took off his white coat and left the laboratory.

The house he lived in was just behind the laboratory, and he could reach it by pushing a door. In order to reduce radiation, he made thick partitions.

Many people asked why he didn't live in another place, and the reasons he gave were simple, because it was convenient.

Because of convenience, these four words have been said for many years.

When he came back from work, he opened the door and it was his home. His life was very simple, and he didn't have to think about many things, and he didn't have to have any intense emotions.

His life has become more and more ordinary for so many years.

*
Qin Lang pushed open the door.

In the usually quiet room, there was a slight sound of walking.

He stopped.

It was like a Pandora's cartridge was opened.

He had captured the flying elf and tied it back to him.

He put down the fish in his hand and closed the door.

There are very few tools in the kitchen.

He listened quietly to the noise inside, and cut open the fish with a knife in his hand.

Will you be sad?

Would you be disappointed if you saw the chains on the hands and feet?

Will... throw a tantrum?
Probably not, she knows, she owes him so much.

He would panic and be locked up by someone, even though he was someone he was very familiar with.

The knife in his hand trembled suddenly.

Do you still love him?

Ten years, an uncertain decade.

He didn't know where she was, what happened, and he didn't know if there was someone else he liked...

Qin Lang exhaled lightly, expressionless.

He lowered his head and put the cleaned fish into the soup pot.

The wound on the neck has not healed yet, so it is better not to put salt.

In addition... His mood, he also wants her to taste.

Until he broke a glass at the dining table and touched the remote in the bedroom.

The girl in the bedroom came out with a surprised expression.

Then he looked up, saw that face, saw her suddenly quiet expression.

He put down the shards of the cup, his eyes pale.

"time to eat."

*
You know, Shengsheng, just like many times before, you just need to speak soft words to me casually, and I will forgive you.

(End of this chapter)

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