I created the Longevity Club

"nice."

Shocked by the sight in front of him, he replied dully in surprise.

"The scenery here is my hard work. One person and I have been preparing for it for a long time."

The man in green shirt took a few steps closer, but did not get too close. Instead, he opened a distance that was acceptable to everyone, at least in terms of face.

But I really hope that this person is a little closer, even just one step or two, a little closer, can give me a chance to get close.

"He's like a close friend. He's so enviable."

He spoke indifferent words, but the waves in his heart showed no signs of stopping, and even gained momentum.

Maybe, this is what it feels like to like someone?

No. My heart tells me that this is not liking, this kind of throbbing is called love.

The lake below the small building reflects the light of dusk. The sparkling water reflects into my eyes, but there is no dazzling or dazzling feeling. Instead, it feels soft and comfortable.

"There are friends who are closer than best friends."

A gentle voice sounded from behind, and the warm sunshine rippled in front of me.

I don't know when a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth. I guess if I tell this experience to my best friend, she will definitely be jealous to death. You are greedy for other people's bodies, and I am greedy for other people's hearts. The kind of people who can talk to each other are not much more advanced than you. .

Then a small feeling of loss lingered in my heart, lingering. Are there any closer friends than close friends? Not a lover? Not a relative either?

It's puzzling and doubtful. It's really hard to let go. What's hard to let go is not this intimate relationship. Maybe it's the person's gender?

No matter what, even if everything comes first, there must be priorities. I come, I see, it’s mine.

Although I had some tough thoughts in my heart, the scene in front of me really made it hard for me to be tough. It was different from the way the little girl at the door looked at me, and the way I admired myself, not to mention those who I couldn't hide in time. The perverts.

It was like the glow of the setting sun that was gently refracted by the water waves in front of me. It was extremely warm. It flowed slowly through my heart like a stream, filling every gap. After that, he was the only one in my heart. people.

But how can I open my mouth? After all, I am still a girl. Shouldn't it be a man who should mention such things? As a woman... it's not good.

Not good...? How can there be a story if you don't take the initiative?

I have heard this sentence many times around my best friend, but this is the first time I feel it is so philosophical, so...right.

It’s not like this dead girl always fails to behave properly, but next time I can listen to the big principles that I have deliberately ignored?

But that’s all for later!

I don’t know where it is, and I don’t know how I got here, but there may not be a next time.

Instantly, I felt a little more melancholy. How many chances do I have to come back? Isn't everything like this in the world? Maybe there are some things that I am not unable to do, but that I have been deliberately avoiding. There are some strange but nominal reasons in my heart that resist my urge to do them, and I still end up doing them in the bud every time. The signs were suppressed to death.

Until I met a reason that I couldn't convince myself even though I tried my best, a...gentle man wearing a blue shirt.

There is no way to avoid it.

Just like that, maybe because he was stunned in this extremely embarrassing atmosphere, he became more attentive to the scene in front of him, leaving the man in the green shirt behind him like this for a long time. However, the other party didn't seem to mind at all. He still had that gentle smile and sat back on the low table.

He touched his cheek gently, and as expected, it felt a little hot. However, he was in a golden-red glow, so he probably wouldn't be discovered. Just treat it as a sweet little secret.

A force suddenly emerged from somewhere in my heart, mixed with the warmth of the sunset, flowing to all my limbs and rushing into my head that had been hesitating.

Muran turned around, covered in aura, and his mind was blank, but the deepest part of his soul had taught him how to do it. "Can I still come here in the future?"

The man in green shirt didn't hesitate at all, as if he had been preparing for a long time and was waiting for his words. He seemed to have rehearsed it countless times in his mind, and he had already prepared it thoroughly. Even his expression was so skillful. "Okay, you're always welcome."

I...this is, has it been successful? I asked this question with an uneasy feeling, but after receiving the expected results, I felt a little confused. So I can come here more often in the future? But, as for the follow-up... forget it, the days are long. "Then I..."

Suddenly, his eyes were firmly grabbed by a part of the wooden frame, as if he was being pulled away forcibly, as if he must look at the name.

My eyes had been on the figure of the man who was wiping it carefully with a soft cloth. I just glanced at the wooden shelf and found that there were no weapons on it.

Only then did I realize that there were two empty seats on the upper shelf, corresponding to the second empty seat. The name scrawled many times on the lower part was called "Jialan". There was another empty seat on the upper shelf, which was slightly smaller than the empty seat below. It has roughly doubled in length, and the length of 403 seems to be the same as the long knife on my back. Hey, when did I have a long knife on my back?

Oh, it seems to have been there for a long time, and I believe it without reason.

The name of the other long sword with a relatively long groove on the shelf is called "Wukong". It sounds familiar, but I can't remember where I have seen it, where...

Forget it, no matter where I have seen it, it is definitely not as good as the name of my long sword, called..., what is it called.

Why is my vision a little blurry? Did the man in green give me drugs? It's true that you can't judge a person by his appearance. I didn't expect that I was also wrong. He is another scumbag. I didn't expect that my vision is still so bad.

Wait, is that person's lips moving? What did he say?

My mind is a little groggy, my eyelids are fighting, and my thinking is as slow as a turtle, crawling slowly.

I don't understand lip language, but the man speaks very slowly, as if he deliberately said it for me to "see", and I can read it slowly. "Everything will..."

What will happen? It's really anxious.

I can no longer control my sleepiness, and my eyes are narrowed to a slit.

Wait, wait, I haven't read it out yet, can I fall asleep later?