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Chapter 476 Never Alone
Speaking of it.

He couldn't help laughing from the bottom of his heart.
"So.

Maybe I already understood:

Accept the real you, acknowledge all its ugly and immature parts, and live honestly.

Loneliness is also a part of my youth.

Just like I was sitting on the Shinkansen and reading the book with the forged signature,

I still remember one sentence clearly:

(I lie on my back and look at the sky.

The ground was damp and cold after the rain in the early morning, but the refreshing fragrance of the earth still lingered around. A few winter birds fluttered up from the grass, flew over the wall and disappeared into the blue sky.

Only birds can fly over the wall. The low, heavy clouds herald the coming of a harsh winter, but perhaps it’s time for me to fly over that thick wall of snow, too. )”

He said so.

He also started to roll the noodles in his hand.

Maybe it’s because he often takes time out to make instant noodles while playing games, and he often forgets that he has made instant noodles, so he is more accustomed to eating warm noodles.

but now.

With the coolness of the Jiangnan winter night and the breeze along the riverside road, he felt that the shrimp clear soup noodles in front of him were surprisingly perfect.

The noodles are silky and smooth.

The noodle soup has the warmth that belongs to the land of fish and rice and the warmth that can penetrate into the heart.

Su Wen felt that he had already understood it, and the life he was experiencing now was probably the most memorable time.

He never forgot the names of Jiang Menghan, Angelica, Nelson, Filia, Noah, Caroline, Rendel, and Krosan.

He is not alone.

He has gradually gotten used to the life with the [Time Travel] system:
"Don't just stand there, I'm telling you, this noodle is really delicious."

Watching Su Wen eating noodles with big mouthfuls,
Jiang Menghan couldn't help but smile gently. She took a few sips like a lady and then continued:

“Speaking of the past.

All I remember now is that when we were in high school, you were sitting at the last row of desks reading "Kafka on the Shore" written by Haruki Murakami.

No wonder you like reading his books.”

The girl still remembered that she took the book from him.
The wind at that time happened to turn the book to a certain page, and the sunlight outside the window just happened to fall on the words that left a deep impression on her:
("When I was fifteen, I also often wanted to run away, to some other world." Saiki said with a smile,
"Run to a place where no one can reach you, where time does not flow."

“But there is no place like that in the world.”

"Yes.

So I live like this, in this world where things keep getting damaged, hearts keep drifting, and time keeps passing.")
Su Wen still remembers that was the first time she discovered that he was a hidden intellectual.

Of course, it seems a bit hypocritical to talk about this topic now.

So he chose to skip the topic and asked the shop owner for a bowl of clear soup noodles that he had just finished.

As a transcendent being, having two extra midnight snacks wouldn't hurt anything.

now.

The night was long and quiet.

Time passes slowly in this quiet night.

The heat from the shrimp noodle soup gradually dissipated in the breeze, but their story continued to drift away along the river breeze of Linjiang Road:
“Tomorrow morning we have to communicate with Mr. Lin about the intelligence we got during the Blood Moon Ritual crisis.

In my estimation.

Next, the protection level of Binhai New District will most likely be raised by one or even two levels.”

The two said goodbye at the fork in the road on their way home.

Su Wen also pushed his broken bicycle, going further and further away from the depths of the alley amid the light tinkling sounds.

He did not notice that his influence in the world was rapidly increasing because of those ordinary people who had just awakened.

Of course, even if I know.

He wouldn't be surprised because he deserved it.

On the other side of Binhai New District. Inside Binhai Night Watchman Prison,
The Night Watchman's interrogation came to a temporary halt.

After recalling the great pressure Su Wen had put on him and the terrifying scene of being killed instantly,

The bandaged man finally understood why the yellow-haired Ken was so scared.
He finally understood why Ken escaped half alive like a dead dog.

now.

The yellow-haired man leaning next to him sighed:

“If I had known there was such a master, I would never have come to this place that is the focus of APEC.

Now we are finished.

K, do you have any other ideas?"

Hearing what he said, the bandaged man thought for a moment and said in a deep voice:

“The blood fades or the blood dissolves.

Unfortunately, the E3 blood sample stand-in must be at level three to be used, and we also need to consider the risk of turning into a fool after uploading the personality."

But right now.

As the lights of the entire night watchman's prison flickered for a moment,
The figure of a person wearing the uniform of the Night Watch gradually became clear:

When he saw this figure, an indescribable look of horror appeared on the bandaged man's face.

He lunged forward and grabbed the steel door of the cell tightly.

The night passed like this.

The winter morning in Jiangnan is like an elegant ink painting, quiet and beautiful.

The sky was a light blue-gray color, with a slightly cool morning light that gently fell on the ancient tiled houses and bluestone alleys.

The mountains in the distance appear dimly in the mist, as if covered with a mysterious veil.

The breeze blows gently, bringing a slight chill, but also mixed with the fresh scent of grass and trees.

Half past eight in the morning.

As promised, Su Wen and Jiang Menghan came to Old Man Lin's second-hand bookstore together.

But when he pushed open a creaking broken door, he smelled the refreshing tea fragrance again.

That’s right, the place where they communicated information was not the Night Watchman Base in the Binhai New District.

Although he is called Director Lin, this old naughty boy still prefers his own shabby bookstore.

Of course, the first floor of his second-hand bookstore was filled with old books and various tutoring materials that he got from nowhere, so it was naturally impossible to entertain customers.

However, this bookstore is a dilapidated self-built building, and there are second and third floors, so the rest of the available space is not that bad.

Walk into the reception room on the second floor.

Lin Xiqing is also here.
She handed Su Wen and Jiang Menghan a cup of hot tea each, and then teased them:
“My grandfather was originally planning to make a fortune after this dilapidated building was demolished.

Unexpectedly, Binhai City directly placed its construction focus on the new district, and there was no so-called demolition in the old city area.

Obviously, the Lin family is also short of these millions or tens of millions."

Hear this statement.

The old curator, who had been in the room for a long time, couldn't help but smile. He casually took a thin ancient book from the bookshelf where Old Man Lin kept his private collection:

"Lao Lin just enjoys the pleasure of making money. He is a money-grubber and he can't change.

correct.

Where did you get this long-lost fragment of the Yongle Encyclopedia?"

I asked this question after hearing my old friend make fun of me.

Old Man Lin replied unhappily:
"fake."

Director Yu continued to speak slowly:
“Of course I knew it was fake.

But the problem is, if you don’t have the ‘real thing’, where do you get the manuscript?”

"hehe,
Two [Border Relics: Sky Almanac] and I will tell you. "

(End of this chapter)