Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Dialect, long time no see!"

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In the spring, the sun was shining brightly, Dialect took Luo Qiao's hand and walked off the aircraft, and he heard this old friend's sighs and greetings from afar. X23US. COM updates fastest

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"Long time no see!" Fang Yan smiled, walked up and hugged Li Jie,

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"Luo Qiao, you are still as beautiful as before." Li Jie's wife, Fu Di, held Luo Qiao's hand and said, and then laughed at herself, "It's not like me, I'm getting old very fast."

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"It's alright..." Obviously absent-minded, Luo Qiao stared at Dialect, as if afraid that he would disappear in the next instant.

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"I don't see any wrinkles on your face, tell me, what are you using..."

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Dialect turned to Luo Qiao and nodded with a smile. His eyes were full of mixed emotions, but he didn't know what to say, because everyone knew what he came back for this time.

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"Dialect, let my daughter-in-law come." Li Jie next to him said softly, then patted the dialect on the shoulder and walked outside the airport.

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For six years, prosperity has appeared in every corner of the city. The children have reached high school age, and the streets are full of students with schoolbags.

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Full of vigor and hope.

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"Come on, put it away!"

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The owner of the breakfast shop next door handed the packaged breakfast and change to the customer, then continued to work with a smile, revealing a thriving scene all the time.

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"How long?" Li Jie next to him asked abruptly.

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"Evening, tonight." Dialect replied silently, looking at this city, which was completely different from the one when he first arrived, in terms of order and economy, but with a faint taste of the 21st century.

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"In such a hurry?"

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"Aren't you ready yet?" Fang Yan tilted his head and asked Li Jie, who was stunned to the side. This young old friend was already covered with traces of time.

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"I'm ready, I just didn't expect it to be in such a hurry." Li Jie replied with a wry smile on his face.

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"I don't dare to wait. I'm afraid I don't want to leave." Fang Yan sighed, smiled at the red light opposite, and stopped at this intersection, "To be honest, I really don't want to leave..."

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The red light turned green, and Dialect stepped out, but there was a hint of hesitation, a hint of hesitation...

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"We are all too old to even think about it..."

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A sigh, it seems to be a summary of the two of them at the moment, a strange and familiar city, a plain and warm place, but always sad at the end...

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As the shadows of the street lamps continue to change, from west to east, as students step on the school bell again filling the streets and alleys, as the sun in the sky diffuses a hint of twilight, bringing a little rosy and slowly falling...

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The night gradually spread over the whole world. As before, the sky was filled with two moons, but it was not as bright as in the past, and the other was dim, because today is a kind of haggard, lonely...

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"Ramon, long time no see!"

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When Dialect put on this power armor again, what appeared in his mind was the refined tone of Ramos. It was too long, but it was still profound...

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"Sir, I'm very happy to serve you again. Ramon has checked all the systems, and there is no abnormality. The remaining energy is 99%, and the oxygen remaining is 99%." Ramon replied.

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Opening the mask, he put the auxiliary equipment next to him on his body in the same dialect. Slowly but carefully, he looked up at the upstairs window, and then sighed silently.

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"Aren't you going to take a look?"

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Li Jie on the side was silent for a while and asked,

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The movement of Fang Yan's hand was obviously paused, and he forced his eyes to look up at the window. He looked up at Li Jie, the movement of his hand returned to normal, and said in a low voice, "I don't dare, I'm afraid I'll be soft-hearted... …”

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And behind the window upstairs, Luo Qiao stared at the wall dully without saying a word...

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"Luo Qiao, take a look." Fu Di said unbearably, looking at Luo Qiao's indifferent expression, "If you don't go, you won't be able to see..."

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"I'm afraid I'll be soft-hearted..." Luo Qiao replied absentmindedly, his voice was full of trembling, and his hands were clenched tightly, never letting go.

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"He's leaving soon." Fu Di watched Luo Qiao cruelly tell the truth that no one had mentioned. She clearly saw Luo Qiao's body trembling, "No more..."

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Luo Qiao stood up directly and walked downstairs staggeringly.

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"Crack!"

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When Dialect finished loading the last piece of equipment on his body, the iron door connecting the first and second floors also opened instantly, covering his mouth, Luo Qiao, who was already crying, stood at the door and watched Dialect walk over step by step.

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"Snapped!"

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The backpack in his hand fell to the ground. He looked at Luo Qiao, blinking his eyes as if he was fascinated by the sand. He raised his head and lowered his head again, looking at her getting closer, stretched out as usual. Open hands.

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Like moths to a fire, but this flame is fleeting...

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"Don't cry, you won't be pretty if you cry, like a little tabby cat..."

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Dialect kept blinking his eyes and put his head on Luo Qiao's shoulder, but tears still overflowed from his eyes...

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He still cried.

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"Ugh..."

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"I will come back, Xiao Qiao, I will..." Dialect said softly, calling her nickname...

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"Dialect, you have to remember, woo...you must remember when you get there, woo...it's cold, put on more clothes, don't catch a cold again, no one will take care of you..." Luo Qiao trembled, The dialect's ear whispered, with a sobbing sound,

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"I'll remember, I'll keep it in my heart, I can't forget..." Fang Yan replied softly, as if there were more and more sand in his eyes, he sniffed, looked up at the incandescent lamp above, blinked, blink...

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"And don't take risks, remember to put your own life first and live well..."

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"You have to remember..."

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"Dialect, will you kiss me one more time?"

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Luo Qiao murmured, as if begging, she leaned on Dialect's shoulder, this place is still the warmest even though it is separated by steel.

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Just like Luo Qiao's recklessness at the beginning, Dialect watched and kissed slowly~www.wuxiaspot.com~ This hall, under an incandescent lamp.

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Bitterness, with the taste of tears, and a pain that cannot be described in words...

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After a long time, the lips are divided...

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"Crack!"

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A slight sound, a mask made of steel, turned into a Berlin Wall standing in front of the two...

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The wrapped hands were loosened by Dialect. He looked at Luo Qiao, who was crying in front of him and could not stand still. He bent down in silence to pick up the backpack that fell next to him, then turned and walked behind him, one step, another step... …

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"Dialect, remember..."

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It's like a dream. When you wake up, you still have to face the reality. The last word, the dialect, was not heard in the end. Luo Qiao's outstretched hand still didn't catch anything...

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He left, just like the meteor that the two of them saw on the top of the mountain that night, it was fleeting, leaving only a little starlight, and it slowly drifted away...)!!