Manual of Space-Time Interference

at night,

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Dialect stood at the head of the bed, feeling the weight on his shoulders, thinking about some issues that he didn't want to think about, but now it's unavoidable to think about it. X23US. COM updates fastest

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Two people, accompanied by the moonlight, Luo Qiao rested his head on Dialect's shoulder, calm, but not comfortable.

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"Dialect, go to bed earlier, you need more rest." Luo Qiao said, his tone as soft as before.

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"Okay, listen to you." Fang Yan replied, then reached out and turned off the lamp next to him, but instead of lying down, he held Luo Qiao's body tightly.

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"What's the matter, can't you fall asleep?" Luo Qiao asked softly, looking up at Dialect.

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"Little Qiao." The dialect called Luo Qiao's nickname, looking at this woman who had been with him for 7 years, he didn't know what it was like...

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Quiet, there is an unknown emotion spreading in the small room, maybe it's being dependent on each other, or maybe it's sentimentality when facing reality...

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"What's the matter, what do you want to say?" Luo Qiao asked softly, like a whisper between a husband and wife before going to bed. She was concerned and full of love. She watched Dialect put her hand in his palm and felt the warmth.

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"Little Qiao, you should resign."

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"What's wrong again? Are you really confused?" Luo Qiao looked at Fang Yan's eyes, and reached out to touch Fang Yan's forehead, but was caught and held in his hand by Fang Yan.

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"I'm just thinking that there are still many places on this planet that we haven't seen, the other side of the sea, the other side of the sea, the sunrise and sunset..." Dialect said slowly, his eyes full of confusion and yearning.

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"I'll listen to you." As if he understood something, Luo Qiao put his head on Dialect's chest, listened to the strong heartbeat, and said softly of his choice, "I'll resign tomorrow, and then we'll go together. Go and see the world."

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"Well, make up for the honeymoon trip." A smile appeared on Fang Yan's face, he patted Luo Qiao's back lightly, and then lay down, "It's getting late, go to sleep!"

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"I'll just lie here and sleep," Luo Qiao turned her head back, looking at Fang Yan's loving eyes, listening to the soft heartbeat in her ear, and slowly closed her eyes.

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The two who have been together for 7 years, everyone understands each other, a look, an action...

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"Li Jie, help me prepare for the next crossing. I've already asked Ramon to come to you." Standing beside the aircraft, Dialect said while looking at the falling snow.

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"Decided?"

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Li Jie's voice sounded in his ears, a smile hung on the corner of Dialect's mouth, he turned to look at Luo Qiao, who was waiting in the cabin, and turned back and said, "We both know and understand each other, she won't let me stay. Come down, so I will accompany her well for these six years."

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"Well, I'll prepare you what you need."

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"Don't worry too much, it's still a long time." Dialect said while looking at the white airport.

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"Well, I know, you can rest assured."

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"Don't bother us if it's all right, and I owe you a 'thank you' for a long time." A smile of reminiscence hung on Fang Yan's face, and then he shook his head slightly.

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"Don't talk about this between brothers, I'll be busy first, have a good time, you don't have to worry about the rest."

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There was a dripping sound in his ears, and Diaoyan shrank with a smile, and then got into the cabin with the cotton-padded jacket tightly wrapped around him.

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"What are you whispering?" Luo Qiao asked in dissatisfaction.

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"Talked something to Li Jie, he let us have fun." Fang Yan replied lightly, walked up and hugged Luo Qiao's body, then kissed her forehead lightly, and took her hand to the cabin. Inside,

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"You just sit here obediently." Fang Yan took Luo Qiao to the passenger seat and sat down, "When the time comes, you can park where you want, we will build a small house, and then plant flowers and plants in one place... "

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Speaking, Dialect carefully installed the safety device, then sat in the next driver's seat and clicked the start button.

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"v14 request to take off!"

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"You can take off, and, Comrade Dialect, Chairman Mao De asked me to wish you a good time!" The voice of the tower staff came from his ear, Dialect shook his head and smiled, then raised his head and pressed a button on it.

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A faint blue flame was emitted from the jet port below the aircraft, and a little humming sound came along with it. With the retraction of the landing gear on one side, the aircraft was stably suspended in mid-air.

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"Are you ready?" Fang Yan turned to look at Luo Qiao, who had been smiling all the time. After watching her nod, he pulled the power supply controller next to him, and then gently lifted it up. rudder.

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The fuselage began to rise, and the jet at the bottom began to turn. Under this snowy day, a clear white line slanted straight into the sky, and then disappeared into the thick clouds...

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A trip around the world...

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Chasing the sun once...

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Wandering at the end of the sea of ​​​​clouds, playing on the beach and the sea, snuggling on the highest mountain to watch the sunrise and sunset...

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Then find a quiet and beautiful place to build a wooden house, with green hills and green water, with a small dam in front of the house and a small garden at the back...

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"Wife, where are we going in the spring?"

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"Just go to a place with a lot of flowers!"

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In the spring, Dialect took Luo Qiao's hand and stepped onto the aircraft, searching for the sea of ​​flowers all over the world...

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"Dialect, come here, I'll wipe your sweat for you."

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"I'm coming!"

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In the summer, Luo Qiao stood on the field ridge, wiping the sweat on Fang Yan's head little by little. Dialect looked at Luo Qiao, grinned, and kept smirking...

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"Dialect, Meteor, make a wish!"

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In autumn, sitting on the top of the green hill next to the house, Luo Qiao called out, pointing to a sliver of light falling from the sky, then closed his eyes and put his hands together...

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"Wear more, don't catch a cold. You have been sick several times over the years, and you don't pay attention each time."

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"I'm not..."

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Winter ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ With a clear nose in dialect, wrapped in a quilt and sneezing constantly, looking at Luo Qiao's reproachful expression, he embarrassedly took the warm water and held it in his palm, drinking it with small sips...

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Year after year, as the years go by, this feeling becomes more and more mellow...

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No one mentioned the time when the dialect left, and no one cared how long the two of them could live like this. Everything would be plain, with warmth and warmth.

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But occasionally in the dead of night, Fang Yan would wake up suddenly, and then look at Luo Qiao who was sleeping beside him, not knowing what he was thinking, maybe he didn't know either.

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However, time doesn't stop turning because of who or who...

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The sun in the sky is still so splendid and soft, because this is the season of flowers, all things are revived, and they are colorful...

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But the door of the cabin below has not been opened for a long time.