Infinity from the giant

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Ryan thought it was a little strange. This was originally the day of school, but in another world, it turned into a holiday.

It is the evening of August 30, the last day before his departure (a fixed 30 days a month in this world).

On the sofa on the first floor of the villa, Keisha sat on the side of the sofa obediently, while Ren lay directly, with the back of her head resting on her soft legs.

Keisha had a gentle face and stroked his black hair with her hand.

Enjoying the service of the beauties, Renn lazily said: "No wonder people often say, "Gentle Township Hero Tomb, I can't bear to leave for a few more days."

For the past ten days, Renne would take Kesha on a date every day after school at noon. The relationship between the two of them heated up sharply, and they were tired of being together every day.

He is very familiar with her now, and his relationship with Kesha is only the last step, to pierce that layer-"window paper".

Pouting, Kaisha's jade finger twitched his ears: "Come on, you men win, you are your own wise and martial arts. If you lose, you just throw the pot, saying that a woman is a beauty.

For what reason, this is not fair at all!One day, women will gain the same social status as men!"

"Hey, do you want to launch another feminist movement?!" Rennes looked at her smooth chin and asked a little curiously.

In the middle of the Fifth Age, led by several female saints, there was a huge feminist movement in this world. Thanks to this, the status of ordinary women has greatly improved.

In the past, ordinary girls could not go to school, but now there are a quarter of female students in Bushen University.

"Can't it?" Kesha asked rhetorically, biting her red lips.

With a slap, he reached out and patted her plump buttocks. Renne smiled and said: "As long as you don't carry me to find a man, whether you want to be a queen or a goddess, I will support you."

With joy, she couldn't help kissing his forehead, and said softly, "Ryan, thank you."

She was just a test sentence.

Resting on her thigh, Ren murmured: "By the way, I will leave tomorrow morning. Thanks for my words, can you warm up my bed tonight?"

"No help, you weren't honest at all last night..." Keisha blushed as she remembered the experience last night, she did not sink down after exhausting her best willpower.

Ryan was a little regretful that he could not really roll the sheets before leaving and become a real man.

He thought of something and asked, "There is a cultural salon tonight. Do you want to participate?"

He met a silver-haired young man named Xidi before, and the other party gave him an invitation letter on the evening of August 30 at Guzman's house on the opposite street.

"Oh, can't tell, you are still a literary youth? I won't go and help you pack up at home." Kaisha smiled and declined.

She shows her face in social situations, and once recognized, it is easy to cause trouble for Rennes.

While chatting, the sky gradually dimmed, the time was almost up, it was time to go to the meeting.

Ryan sat up from her soft thighs, took her into his arms, held her warmly for a while, then picked up the invitation letter, watched her, and went out.

Baron Guzman’s house was not far from Catherine’s cottage, just across a street.

The moon is sparse, the night is sultry, and Ren is walking leisurely on the street. He is not a young literary and artistic youth. It is okay for him to fight. Poetry is not his specialty.

Now, even Tang poems and Song poems are few and still memorized, except of course, "Quiet Ye Si".

At 7:30 in the evening, he handed in the invitation letter and successfully entered the back garden of Guzman's house.

The environment here is quite fresh and natural. The garden adopts a mixed layout, with hedges dividing the space, flowers and plants dotted among them, scattered mountains and rocks, and stacked stones imitating the natural style.

Under the colorful light of the landscape lights, the pool fountain gives people a dreamlike feeling, as if being in a magnificent natural landscape.

Some poets are gathering in the corner to talk about poetry, some painters are showing their paintings and asking people to taste them, and some novelists are holding manuscripts and inviting people to be honest... There are not many people, but the atmosphere is good.Reading network www.kanshu9.com

Rehn took a glass of champagne and sat on a stone bench, drinking alone and having fun under a flower stand covered with sky.

He is not an artist. He came here to get some drinks. After all, he is going to drink Northwest Wind tomorrow. Now he can drink a drink.

The old goat went on the road a few days ago, and the wind and sand in the Pugni Plain is said to be a good place for the dead.

"Do you often feel that you are incompatible with this world?" A gentle and magnetic voice sounded.

Ryan looked at "Sidi" who had long flowing silver hair and looked so handsome to make people jealous. Last time they met on the street, the two had a good chat.

He habitually said: "Yes, I often worry about my own integrity.

No way, I'm not good at this point, proud and arrogant, with a breeze in my sleeves, and indifferent to fame and fortune...so that I can't get along with the world."

Qu Yuan: The women are jealous of Yu's eyebrows, and rumors call Yu Yu's prostitution.

Alves Sidi Abruskato smiled slightly, giving a warm, sunny, personable feeling.

His handsome face is enough to make the little girl scream, and whispered: "Last time I met, you gave me the feeling of a wanderer in a foreign country, wandering and uncertain. Now, it seems that I have a home."

"I found my significant other. I don't think I'm alone anymore." Rennes sipped a sip of champagne and replied.

"Really? Congratulations, but..." Alves paused for a while, looking at the bright moonlight in the sky, and his voice was a bit erratic: "When you are in love, you will feel like you are in love with your partner, as if you are one body. .

But this is just an illusion. After waiting for a long time, you will find that life is lonely. It has nothing to do with whether you are in a crowd of people or above a wasteland."

Ryan was taken aback and laughed blankly: "Maybe you are right, everyone is an island."

There was a flash of memory in Alves’ eyes, and he thought of his long-dead human mother: "Rene, you should know that there can be offspring between races such as demons, blood and werewolves and humans, although the probability is very low. ."

Alves' mother was a third-order female paladin, who was once caught by a demon duke and was humiliated and conceived with him.

Despite hesitating for a long time, she gave birth to the child and raised him, educating him with human values.

Alves slept, it was more than a thousand years ago.

"What do you want to say?" Renn was confused.

Alves's voice was calm: "I want to ask you, is the hybrid offspring born from the combination of the demonite and the human being considered a human or a demonite?"

Rehn was taken aback, frowned and thought for a while: "I personally think it depends on how he perceives his existence, but..."

"However, according to the public perception, he is a demon! People often say that, don't care about the eyes of the world, just be your own.

However, we exist in this world, we are living in the cultural concept of the group and the evaluation of others."Alves said slowly.

Under the care of his mother, he grew up. He had never killed a person during that time and lived in a human way. He did not commit any crimes.

But even so, from the perspective of the world, he is still a demon!

Ryan, who didn't know his identity, sighed: "Yes, we all live in the evaluation of others, in the values ​​of the public.

Moving bricks is discriminated against, but teaching is respected.Sweeping the streets kept the roads tidy, arresting criminals and maintaining social stability, but can the cleaners be respected like the deacons of the 7th inning?

So, everyone study hard, struggle, and strive to sit in the office, isn't it for a decent job that the world looks like?"

Wren thought of Igor, the husband of the Red Witch. When he and Catherine went to Krall's house to search for trophies, they found the painter's notebook.

In addition to the narration of his and his wife’s warm and sweet daily life, there is also a section that reminds Rennes:

'When I was a poor painter, many people looked at me with contempt, and neighbors said that I was not doing business.

When I became an art teacher in the middle school, everyone respected me as Mr. Igor because I was well dressed and paid. Even the neighbors showed me a lot of enthusiasm.

Only then did I understand that art can only be appreciated by some people with good taste, while money can be recognized by everyone.'