Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Dialect, with juice instead of wine, to celebrate your safe return!"

Lin Hu shouted, raised the glass to the dialect, and drank it in one gulp. Although it wasn't wine, he drank an aura of wine...

"Thank you, everyone, for worrying about me for the past two months, and punishing myself for three cups!" Fang Yan also smiled when he saw it, stood up, raised the cup in his hand, and drank three cups of juice in a row.

"Slow down, although you won't get drunk with juice, your stomach will swell if you drink too much!" Yan Hongchang said with a smile, and then he put a chicken leg into the dialect bowl, "Everyone eat something, and you have one too! Chicken legs, good luck."

"It's okay, it's not a big problem if you don't drink, it's just water, I'm still not cowardly!" Fang Yan replied with a smile, picked up the chicken thigh and gnawed it, and then chatted with the people at the table without a word...

No drinking, this is a rigid rule in this base. Of course, dialects are not included in this list, but due to the injury of dialects, this evening's dinner can only be replaced by juice.

But fortunately it is juice. If it is drinking, it is estimated that the dialect may have shrunk to the table before eating...

"Brother Zhang, how is the child, how much did you pass the midterm exam?"

"Sister Li, why haven't you found a boyfriend yet..."

"Dialect, there's no point in eating something dry. Although it's juice, you have to drink it, right? I'll have a glass first, you can do whatever you want, whatever..."

A meal, even the juice I drank, was enjoyable and harmonious. It wasn’t until Yue’er had hung up on the treetops that it slowly ended and stopped. Then, with the cooperation of everyone, it was cleaned up tableware...

...

"Hey! Comfortable!"

Feeling a rush of refreshment straight to his forehead, Dialect involuntarily made a soft "hiss" until the tick in his ear ended, then he fastened the zipper and walked out of the toilet, sitting on the sofa.

Originally, he thought it was just the juice that wasn't much of a problem, but he really realized a problem after drinking too much cup by cup. The people in his own group were really enthusiastic...

Thinking about it, Dialect smiled involuntarily, reached out and picked up the mobile phone next to him, and slowly lit the screen.

"Onmyoji? My liver is split, I can't play, Honkaik III? Let's forget it..." Dialect muttered, constantly sliding the application interface on the phone, but stopped abruptly.

The head of a little penguin, quietly staying in a corner...

After a pause, the dialect still stretched out his finger and pointed it up, entered his account password based on his vague memory, looked at the familiar avatar displayed above, and finally clicked the login button.

"Drip! Drip! Drip!..."

A series of vibrations and prompts popped out instantly, and a screen full of messages appeared in Dialect's eyes. He smiled at the beating head portrait at the top, and then reached out and clicked in.

There are not many people on QQ. Basically, they are either relatives or classmates. There seems to be a lot of information, but most of them are just formulaic birthday wishes. The only exception is the Erha avatar that keeps beating.

"The money bag, long time no see, I miss it!"

A sentence was typed in the dialog box, but it was all deleted. Dialect thought about it, and only sent three words in the end - "I'm fine".

After taking a few glances at the messages sent by other people, Dialect shook his head, and after replying to a few of them, he was thinking of closing QQ, but unexpectedly a shock suddenly came over.

Still the familiar Erha avatar...

"Come back? Do you want me to pick you up?"

A sentence appeared in his eyes, and the dialect was happy, but he did not rush to close QQ, and his finger touched the keyboard again.

"How have you been recently, shouldn't you be with Zhang Qian at this time?"

"No, no, when I see your message, brother, I don't have to take out my phone to reply immediately! Otherwise, I won't have to kneel down on the keyboard when I go back?"

"puff!"

"You don't know, I've been through this period of time, but it's been so hard, and my meat has lost 10 pounds..."

"It's a good thing, brother, what's wrong with reducing a little..."

"I've lost weight without buffer, I can't bear to fight... Okay, let's not talk about it. By the way, Xiao Yanzi, you haven't been on QQ for half a year. Are you coming back recently? Where are you? Do you want me to pick you up?"

"Not yet, I'm at home now, but it's almost time. Next month, I'll come back if I have a chance. I'll let you know when the time comes, but don't hold out too much hope."

"Well, that's fine, then I'll drive my Ferrari to pick you up."

Dialect looked at it, moved his fingers and typed out a sentence again, "Yo, Fatty Qian is amazing, did you even buy a Ferrari?"

"My dad bought it. I drove it once, and then put it in the garage. You know, I'm not the kind of person to show off. At that time, it seemed that I signed a graphene battery cooperation project with the country. ."

"Well, that's ok, hold on to your thighs!" Fang Yan thought for a while, and finally typed this sentence on the screen.

"That's not it, by the way, Xiao Yanzi, you almost scared me to death the day you left, don't you know that a group of people in black just **** me down, saying state secrets and signing a non-disclosure agreement. …”

"I thought you did something wrong, but I heard that Professor Huang pulled you over to do experiments and be his graduate student..."

"..."

The six dots were sent by the dialect. He looked at the message sent by Qian Jianhui and typed a hache, then tapped his finger and typed a sentence, "Okay, it's almost time, I'll come back next month and we'll meet again. Have a good chat."

"Okay~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Xiao Yanzi, leave!"

"Whoo!"

One word was sent to the past again, and the dialect smiled. After closing QQ, he picked up the crutches beside him and slowly walked towards his bedroom.

Although the state returned what he owed Qian Jianhui, he also knew that what he owed was not just "money".

"call……"

Fang Yan lay on the bed and took a long breath, turned off the lamp on the bedside cabinet, and emptied his thoughts. Then he slowly closed his eyes and gradually immersed himself in his dreamland. among.

It was as if I had returned to my childhood, back to the original warm family, that lively home...

"mom……"

A soft murmur sounded from the mouth of the dialect, and a happy smile appeared on his face, but there was a little moisture on the corners of his eyes...