Manual of Space-Time Interference

Uneasy, uneasy, hope, longing, and then slowly fade away under the passage of time...

The days have not changed, but Dialect will go to the communication room to sit for a while every day, looking forward to change, but later, he just left a sigh, and then walked out at his own pace.

He didn't know what else to say now, so he chose not to say it, and the occasional conversations were just a few topics pulled up by Ramones, and perhaps because of that mysterious information flow, Ramones was also humanized a lot.

Eating, drinking, and talking nonsense, while Ramones followed behind to clean up the mess, the days went by again for a long, long, long time...

"Chairman Ma, yes, Lao Ma, I think his character suits my taste, so I call him Lao Ma, because I'm probably about the same age as him now." With a deep intoxication, Dialect sat in the dormant area wearing power armor, and laughed at Li Jie who was lying in the dormant compartment in front of him, "I guess you can call me uncle when you wake up in the future."

"To be honest, during the three years I was in the survival capsule, I had a good life, no, it should have been great." Dialect hiccups and shook his head, "But you were thinking about taking things What do you want to hide under the sofa, and you have to force me to open it violently without leaving a gap, you are a bit immoral, hehehe..."

"But that bottle of wine, Maotai, yes, Maotai, I haven't drank it yet, so I'll keep it with you. I'll tell you that my alcohol intake has risen sharply recently." Dialect pointed at Li Jie and smiled, clicking from time to time. He shook his head from time to time, his whole body began to lean forward, and then stopped at a certain angle.

"Let me guess, you must be laughing at me now that I'm drunk." Fang Yan muttered vaguely, with his eyes wide open, he laughed madly when he looked at Li Jie, "But I told You, I'm definitely not drunk, I told you, I can still drink, I have to go to Luo Qiao's place to chat, how can I be drunk!"

Ramones next to him stayed silently, watching the delirious Dialect talking nonsense like this, ready to step forward to help him at any time, and then drag Dialect back to his bed, because it was night and it was time to go to bed. when,

The daily work is still being done, and the maintenance work is also being carried out little by little. Dialect has not given up everything because of depression, because he knows that people always have to find something to do for themselves, even if it is just a mechanical day-to-day repetition. Repeated one day, but that's better than doing nothing, being alone is scary, but what's even scarier is that you can't find anything to do in loneliness...

The accumulation of sand into a tower and the accumulation of water can be regarded as giving himself a hope that is not hopeful, but he has never asked Xinghuo, nor has he asked Ramones how the current progress is.

"Hey hey, Li Jie, looking at your cowardly look, I don't know when you will be able to jump out of this coffin board, hiccup..." After burping again, the dialect stood up staggeringly, almost The moment he fell, he grabbed the railing next to him, then shook his head vigorously and said, "I chatted with you today, it's almost done, I'll go see Luo Qiao."

Lowering his head, Fang Yan looked at the two roads in front of him and shook his head, then leaned on a railing and walked forward almost as if he was kneeling, then paused at another opening, and then sat down on his buttocks. .

"boom!"

Ramones next to him turned his head slightly, as if he couldn't bear to look directly at the current dialect.

"Luo Qiao, I'm a man, no, I'm a man, I'm here to see you again." Fang Yan raised his head and took a few breaths, "What, what..."

"What the **** am I trying to say, let me think about it..." Fang Yan tilted his head and looked at everything in front of him hazy, "Born monkeys? No, no, no, why did you get involved with raw monkeys again? And it looks like I'm a bit of a mismatch."

"But think about it, make a bunch of small dialects, then wear them together, everyone travels together, go and do things together, do things together, hehe..." Dialect said with saliva, his face full of silly smirks,

And Ramones next to him is also a little closer at this moment, because he is familiar with dialects, and he knows that the dialects at this time are almost gone. Although he usually brags to himself that he is not drunk, in fact, two A glass of liquor is his current amount.

Moreover, a little condiment was added to the wine to help the dialect fall asleep better...

"Do, let's do things together, let's do things together..." Dialect said one after another, and his voice gradually became quieter, and then became inaudible...

A hand was placed on Dialect's shoulder, and then he gently turned him over. At the same time, a car slowly drove over from the side, and Ramones also crouched down to speak in Dialect and hug him.

"Go away! Don't touch me!"

Dialect shouted, opened Ramones's hand with his hand, and then shrunk himself tightly into a ball, his eyes opened a slit, as if he was on guard for something.

"Sir, it's me." Ramones said softly, as if caring for a child.

"Who are you?" Dialect asked confusedly, but he didn't resist the extended hand again.

"I, Ramones, your student, is also your partner." Ramones said softly, and then passed his hand under Dialect's arm.

"Oh..." Fang Yan responded in a daze, then tilted his head, looking at the three Ramons in front of him, and the three roads in front of him, "Where are we going, there are three roads here, hiccup …”

"Sir~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The place where we are going to rest, which is the bridge." Ramones said, and then put his hand through the bend of Dialect's leg again, and hugged Dialect with all his strength. Get up, and then gently put it on the trolley beside it. After fixing it, the trolley is started again.

"Ramons..." Fang Yan slowly turned his head to look around and muttered unconsciously, the road in front of him began to blur, and then slowly became clear under the force of his brain.

"Dad, Mom, Aunt Zhou, Xiaoyu..."

He whispered again and again, some things he didn't say, but it didn't mean he would watch, he just hid these things in the bottom of his heart, deep in his heart...

In a quiet, silent passage, Ramones walked quietly, a car beside him slowly moved forward, and the dialect on it murmured confusedly.

This is life now, day after day, year after year, but it seems that the change has finally come inadvertently, just when this dialect still retains the only sobriety, before it is completely drunk, a voice seems to be Jokes and jokes, and it seems that the meaning of the elderly is far-reaching...

"Little guys, your current situation seems to be a little bad..."