Ms. Quan, who is male

The wind and lightning are running all the way.

When the car was parked by the roadside, Quan was still dizzy and had not recovered for a long time.

Zhongyuan also shouted several times, but he didn't respond.

Helplessly, he had to do it himself, first took off Quan's helmet, then clamped his waist with both hands, "taken" the man off the car, and put it on the ground.

Quan let him fiddle with him like a doll, but his feet were on the ground without real feeling.

Zhongyuan Zhongya reached out to shake his hand in front of him. Quan blinked his eyes and finally came to his senses.

He patted Zhongyuan Nakaya's hand and looked closely and found that they were standing at the door of a flower shop.

flower shop?

What are you doing here?

Before Quan could ask questions, Zhongyuan Zhong led him into the shop and asked the boss's wife to help him pack a bouquet of flowers.

When the boss saw that they were intimate, his first reaction was to get the red rose.

"No, no!" Zhongyuan Nakaya realized that he had not said clearly.

Quan and the boss lady looked at him in unison.

"It's a flower for tomb sweeping."

Huh?

Quan felt a little surprised.

"Ah! I'm so embarrassed..." The boss's wife apologized quickly, then moved neatly and handed it to Nakaya Zhongyuan.

Although Quan was confused, Zhongyuan Zhong didn't say anything. He didn't ask, and kept following him quietly, so well-behaved.

After they came out of the flower shop, they did not ride motorcycles anymore. In the Central Plains, they also held flowers in one hand and spring in the other. They familiarly took a small path, crossed the bushes and came to the edge of the cliff.

This is the first time Quan has come to this place.

Under the sunlight, the sea surface reflected ripples. The waves washed the cliffs, "Crash, Crash", and then. The salty sea breeze blew over, and the trees, shrubs, branches and leaves rubbed, making a rustling sound.

The two of them were flying around in the wind.

Quan stretched out his hand to push away the hair that was blocking his eyes, and came to a small tombstone with Zhongyuan.

He watched the other party place the plain bouquet in front of the tombstone, and the wind blew the wrapping paper and the branches gently, as if he was greeting the person who was sleeping underground.

Although I don’t know why Zhongyuan brought him here, but...

There are some things that cannot be found. Therefore, there is no need to dig into the bottom line in everything.

If he could do this, would he live a easier life in the future?

Just like the cartoons he watched. Some simple and easy-to-understand principles, he wanted to detailed and complicated the problem. For example, one plus one equals two, he wanted to carefully examine what the definition of "one" is, "two"

What is the definition... In this way, not only will it not get the answer you want, but it will make things deviate from the point of view and become more unsolvable.

His biggest problem now is that he cannot change the idea of ​​"everything needs to be calculated". Every move, every word and action must be attached with reasonable reasons, otherwise it will be redundant and useless.

But in fact, in this world, no sneeze has to give meaning and calculate it? This would be too hard to live.

I think his goal now is to fight back to the Ninja Continent and seek revenge on Uchiha Madara. But why did he give up the comfortable life of this world and try hard to pursue an uncertain outcome?

Because that was the world where he lived for nineteen years?

He was like a little bug tremblingly building a nest for himself under the feet of a giant dragon.

The nest is well-connected, and it is the way he prepared for himself... it can also be said to be a way of retreat.

For his place of residence, he did not dare to stop digging the road for a moment. However, the giant dragon above his head just moved his steps slightly, and his hard work was easily trampled on, and his life was also trampled on.

Blocked.

He wanted to find such a giant dragon to take revenge, but he did not dare to fight him head-on, so he could only conspire behind his back.

Whose tools should he use to poke the dragon's eyes blind? After that, whose hands should he use to cut off the dragon claws that ruined his place of residence?

In the end, he got the result he wanted. Can it prove that he won? He won Uchiha Madara, one of the strongest men in the Ninja Continent? So he is also a stronger man above the strong ones? And the positive ones

The same level as Chiju Hashimara who defeated Uchiha Madara?

How is that possible, stop kidding.

Perhaps he would never meet his mother's expectations in his life and become a true strong man.

Because he is still the kind of guy his mother said, who has done his best to survive just to survive.

Should he... reconcile with himself?

The moment when he came up with such a thought, Quan suddenly felt a loose shoulder. It seemed that he had been pressing heavily on him, and the invisible and intangible things disappeared quietly.

When Zhongyuan Zhongya turned around, he saw Quan clasping his hands and his eyes closed, which was obviously a memory.

However, Quan had been memorizing for a long time, and he didn't know the person under the tombstone at first. In the Central Plains, he guessed that this little ghost was probably distracted. So he stretched out his hand and planned to poke his face and bring the person back to his senses.

Unexpectedly, before his hand touched Quan's face, the latter suddenly opened his eyes and happened to run into the sight of Nakaya Zhongyuan.

"...Cough." Zhongyuan also felt embarrassed about being caught and was about to withdraw his hand. However, Quan took the lead in holding him and held hands with him very naturally.

Zhongyuan also looked at him, as if he saw the spring that had just recovered his memory when he saw it in the ward.

The temperament is quiet, like the bottomless sea.

The only difference is that the sense of distance that made him feel strange at the beginning disappeared.

Zhongyuan Zhong also glanced at Quan holding his hand, exerted a little force, and separated his hand, connecting with his fingers.

After scanning the tomb, they found a shade of trees, faced the sea, and sat on the ground. They felt comfortable, regardless of the dirt on the ground and the eyes of others.

Quan even asked for a cigarette in Zhongyuan.

Zhongyuan also thought he just wanted to try it, but he didn't expect that this little bastard would be quite good when he beat him.

The delicate eyebrows and eyes appear and disappear in the storm of smoke, ambiguous and blurred, and the indifferent expression aggravates the alienation that keeps people from thousands of miles away.

Inexplicably, an idea suddenly arose in the Central Plains: this is what the spring really looks like.

But as he once said to Quan, no matter which side, it is just a part of Quan.

"I thought you couldn't smoke?"

Zhongyuan Zhong also put his hands behind his head and lay comfortably on the lawn.

"I can smoke, but it's the first time I'm smoking a paper cigarette like this." Quan smiled at him, then reached out and gestured, describing, "You know the thin, long pole that can fill the tobacco threads.

Is that? I smoked in Huajie. I also have two maids who specially helped me hold ashtray and a tobacco box."

maid?

I can also hear it in the Central Plains.

Quan once briefly mentioned his past, but it was all painful for him, so Zhongyuan never thought about asking questions.

I don’t know what happened today, but Quan suddenly told him about his experience in Huajie. He spoke in a relaxed tone and chose interesting things, as if he was telling others rather than his own stories.

Of course, some differences in time, space and age were blurred by him, and they did not explain it too thoroughly. After all, it was very troublesome to explain, and it was all irrelevant.

At that time, the springs on the flower street were restricted to telling either what happened around them or what others told. In addition to the wandering girls, this other person was the men who often came to see him.

I also listened to it in the Central Plains and felt that it was wrong.

Do this little bastard have so many suitors?

He asked this without realizing it. Quan Nianmio took a few sips of cigarettes and said with a smile: "There was an exaggeration at that time that my suitor could line up all the way from the store where I was.

Going to Kyoto, do you think there are too many?"

"..." Zhongyuan Nakaya sat up, hooked Quan's neck, and tied him in his arms, and said unhappily, "You are quite proud, are you?"

"This means you're not losing money? Right?" Quan moved his body slightly and found a comfortable position in Zhongyuan's arms, so he couldn't hold on.

"What are you losing or not..." The more you think about it, the less you feel. "Then have you ever been with them..." What are we doing now?

Quan said slowly: "What sweet words are you talking about, what hugs you, naturally......"

Hi, there is really!

The expressionless Central Plains also reached out to put on the itchy flesh of the spring.

Quan shivered with great reaction, hurriedly held his hand, comforting him, "The mission needs the mission, and there are no more intimate ones!"

"Oh, is that?"

"Really!" Quan looked sincere.

Zhongyuan also narrowed his eyes and didn't see any problems. This topic was missed.

The spring and the Central Plains also lie side by side on the lawn, blowing the sea breeze, looking at the white clouds floating in the sky, and unknowingly, they became sleepy.

Just as he closed his eyes according to his will, he suddenly heard Zhongyuan Zhong also say that it was a complete whim to bring him here. It was like lunch used to be rice, ramen, etc., but today I suddenly wanted to change my taste and eat hamburger.

Simple.

Quan: "..." Sure enough, it was correct that he did not draw the root of the problem.

Although it was just a whim to come here, the subjects to visiting the tombs were not chosen casually.

Zhongyuan also introduced that the guy was named Lan Tang, who brought him out of the endless darkness.

Like the fountain that once lost his memory, he did not have all the memories from a certain day.

He was only seven years old when Lan Tang was released from a dark military research institute.

Then he was picked up by a small minor mutual aid group named "Sheep". Until he was fifteen years old, in order to find the truth about his life experience and some special reasons, he had to join forces with the enemy Port Mafia at that time.

, Let's start investigating together.

"Sheep" thought he had betrayed the group and joined the Port Mafia. They joined forces with another hostile organization of the Port Mafia at that time and tricked him into cheating.

After that, he joined the Port Mafia.

Some places are also vague in the Central Plains, but Quan easily guessed more details based on just one approximation.

"Just just investigate your life experience, you won't join forces with the hostile organizations?" Quan said "Hum" and guessed, "Hong Kong blacks should have used some means to threaten you, such as tying two 'sheep' members.

.The reason why I skipped it and ignored it is because... the mastermind may be your current big boss?"

Zhongyuan: "..."

"And, you are not the type of person who turns your head and joins hostile organizations... The reason why you are trapped by the "sheep" should be under the calculation of Hong Kong blacks? In order to cheat you into Hong Kong blacks, they have started from the cooperative investigation.

I have already dug a hole for you. So later you have to join Hong Kong Black...is that's right?"

Zhongyuan: "..."

"What's wrong? Am I wrong?" Quan looked at him innocently.

"..." It's all over.

Zhongyuan also grabbed Quan's face depressedly: "You are just smart."

Quan smiled at him.

Suddenly, he seemed to remember something: "By the way! How old are you now?"

"Twenty-two, what?"

"You just said...you don't have the memories of you before you were seven, right?"

"…?" Why did he have a bad premonition?

Sure enough, the next second he heard the little bastard say, "Isn't that saying, if you start consciously, you are only fifteen years old!"

“…”

He spoke happily, but Quan didn't notice it at all. Perhaps he deliberately ignored the changes in Zhongyuan Nakaya's expression.

"Oh, if you say so, then I'm older than you, you should call me brother..."

Zhongyuan Zhong also turned over and pinched Quan's face with one hand. He used a little force on his hand, and immediately squeezed out a little chicken's mouth.

He was wearing a light on his back, and most of his face was shrouded in thick shadows. He was smiling and sarcastic, as if he was a murderous villain.

"Hmm? What brother? Who is the brother? Why don't you say it?"

Quan blinked, decisively admitted his fear, and shouted in disbelief: "Brother, I'm wrong! I'm joking with you! You are not younger than me at all!"

Zhongyuan: "..." seems to be something weird?