Remember.Gao Yang answered.
Later, I took Xiaotian to eat again, and the night I decided to 'take in' you.Chen Ying fell into memories and smiled unconsciously: Xiaotian loves to eat very much.
Gao Yang stood there, listening silently.
So I asked my boss to teach me how to make beef noodles, thinking that I could make it for Xiaotian in the future.
The boss said that the method is not difficult and he can teach it, but I definitely can't make that taste.I was a little dissatisfied and said that I would definitely succeed if I followed your method strictly.
The boss said that this cannot be copied just by the right method. It also has the precipitation of time. This thing is mysterious and difficult to explain.Just like my mother’s cooking skills, it’s the taste that only makes every day and meals.You cook the dishes occasionally, the method is exactly the same, but the taste is still wrong. Many so-called exclusive secret recipes for centuries-old restaurants inherit not only the methods and craftsmanship, but also the precipitation of time...
Then, the boss began to tell me the principles of life.He said that I was a successful person at first glance, and I rarely had time to spend time with my children, and it was even more impossible to spend time making beef noodles every day.If you want to eat beef noodles, just take your child to him.Besides, does the child really like this bowl of noodles that much? What he likes is that you eat with him.
Chen Ying withdrew the smile on her face, paused for a while, before continuing: When Xiaotian left, I was very regretful and could not take him to Dishini to fly kites and eat beef noodles... But in fact, these are not important to Xiaotian. He just wanted me to spend more time with him and talk to me more, but I was always busy, leaving him alone...
Why don’t I understand such a simple truth?A few tears slid down Chen Ying's face. She was very sad, but also seemed very calm. She seemed to have learned the method of White Rabbit teaching her to accept it.
Gao Yang walked to Chen Ying and sat down slowly: Chen Ying, I will leave you two things.
Chen Ying didn't wipe her tears and looked at Gao Yang: You said.
Gao Yang took out a novel from the inside of his coat: The first thing is to help me psychic about this book before the war begins. If you have any clues, tell Douhu and Jiuhan.
good.Chen Ying took over the novel and didn't ask much.
The second thing is, no matter tonight or the battle afterwards, don’t always think about dying in battle. No matter what danger you encounter, you can’t give up until the last second.
Gao Yang looked at Chen Ying solemnly: Your life was given by Xiaotian, don’t let him down, don’t let him down.
Chen Ying lowered her head and grabbed the novel's finger and subconsciously exerted force.
A few seconds later, she looked up and her eyes firmly met Gao Yang: OK.
The sound of footsteps came not far behind.
Gao Yang and Chen Ying stood up and found that it was Jiuhan and Qingling.
Captain, I'm going to set off here.Jiuhan said.
Gao Yang nodded: Well, I'll leave it to you and Douhu.
Jiuhan asked, is there anything you want to say to everyone?I can convey.
No.Gao Yang answered very simply.
Jiuhan was stunned and then smiled.
Jiuhan waved his hand and turned around and left. Chen Ying quickly followed with the novel.
Qing Ling was still standing there, staring at Gao Yang with his eyes faintly.
Gao Yang's indifferent expression softened a little: Is there something to ask me for?
Ask questions knowingly.Qing Ling had no expression on her face.
Qingling, you have to go with the fight tonight.Gao Yang said.
You have figured it out.Qingling said.
Think it through.Gao Yang nodded: You need more than that.
Qing Ling no longer insisted and nodded slightly: Don’t die, Qing Ling will be sad.
No, I promise.
Your guarantee is fart.Qingling paused for a moment and added coldly: What she said.
Gao Yang was stunned, smiled helplessly, but his eyes became firm: Tell Qing Ling, don’t worry, I will come back alive.
After pausing for two seconds, he said again: So are you.
Qing Ling shook her head and left, leaving behind a cool back. When she was about to walk out of the woods, she raised her hand and compared it to the one behind her, which was a response.
……
At 11:55, leave the city and Qingyang Bridge.
The New Year’s Eve is coming to an end, but the enthusiasm of citizens for the New Year’s Eve has just ignited. The entire city is brightly lit, neon lights are flashing, and traffic flows are passing by.
Festive music and hilarious sounds are everywhere, and fireworks are constantly blooming over the city in each area, dotted with the already beautiful night.
Lijiang, which spans the city, naturally turned into a golden ribbon under the reflection of the dim lights, but there was a broken part in the middle of the ribbon.
The Qingyang Bridge connecting Shanqing District and Feiyang District has all lights turned off and is prohibited from opening traffic. Not only that, even the river banks and streets on both sides of the bridge have been powered off due to emergency construction.
Citizens who were dismissed in the nearby area and car drivers who had to change the route were complaining loudly.
At this moment, the Qingyang Bridge was dull and dead, like the only necrotic blood vessel on the body of a city giant.
Around the early morning, in the middle of this necrotic blood vessel, to be precise, there were several business cars parked at a little west in the middle, and the people in the car had already got off and stood in groups.
At the front of the crowd was a man and a woman.
The man wore a brown coat and was wearing a black gold crutch. His face was soft, but his eyebrows and eyes were deep, and his green eyes were cold, just like the frozen lake surface under the moonlight.
His slightly curly chestnut hair was combed into a clean and neat back, and he was not smiling and was powerful without anger.
The woman was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a simple gray wool coat, wrapped in a brown scarf, her hair was dignified and exquisite tortoiseshell glasses were mounted on the bridge of her nose.
She is older, with obvious fine lines at the corners of her eyes and slightly loose skin, but her overall maintenance is well-behaved and her eyes are clear and energetic. It can be seen that time is very gentle to her.
Behind Qilin and Li, Wuse, Yishi, Quyou, Aiman and others, and behind them were all members.
Even Xiao Xin, who was in a deep coma, was dispatched. Of course, he was not voluntarily, but was controlled by Qilin's puppet master.
His face showed a weak grayish whiteness, his expression was numb, his eyes were crazy, and he flashed with a dim green light. A net-shaped green mark could be seen vaguely on his neck.
This time, the Haichuan Group was unreserved and came out in full bloom.
Dang Dang Dang
As the early morning came, the New Year's Eve bell rang, like invisible waves, emerging from all directions, slapped on everyone's eardrums.
The wind on the bridge also became strong, blew everyone's hair and clothes.
Everyone has different expressions. Some people expect the enemy to appear soon, some people pray that the enemy will not come; some people have already chosen their opponents, and some people are looking for the best escape route.
Soon, the twelve bells ended: at the east end of the bridge, light appeared.
If someone looked down from the sky at this moment, he could see the ray of light like a drop of glowing golden blood, swiming quickly along the necrotic blood vessel towards the blockage in the middle of the blood vessel.
Later, I took Xiaotian to eat again, and the night I decided to 'take in' you.Chen Ying fell into memories and smiled unconsciously: Xiaotian loves to eat very much.
Gao Yang stood there, listening silently.
So I asked my boss to teach me how to make beef noodles, thinking that I could make it for Xiaotian in the future.
The boss said that the method is not difficult and he can teach it, but I definitely can't make that taste.I was a little dissatisfied and said that I would definitely succeed if I followed your method strictly.
The boss said that this cannot be copied just by the right method. It also has the precipitation of time. This thing is mysterious and difficult to explain.Just like my mother’s cooking skills, it’s the taste that only makes every day and meals.You cook the dishes occasionally, the method is exactly the same, but the taste is still wrong. Many so-called exclusive secret recipes for centuries-old restaurants inherit not only the methods and craftsmanship, but also the precipitation of time...
Then, the boss began to tell me the principles of life.He said that I was a successful person at first glance, and I rarely had time to spend time with my children, and it was even more impossible to spend time making beef noodles every day.If you want to eat beef noodles, just take your child to him.Besides, does the child really like this bowl of noodles that much? What he likes is that you eat with him.
Chen Ying withdrew the smile on her face, paused for a while, before continuing: When Xiaotian left, I was very regretful and could not take him to Dishini to fly kites and eat beef noodles... But in fact, these are not important to Xiaotian. He just wanted me to spend more time with him and talk to me more, but I was always busy, leaving him alone...
Why don’t I understand such a simple truth?A few tears slid down Chen Ying's face. She was very sad, but also seemed very calm. She seemed to have learned the method of White Rabbit teaching her to accept it.
Gao Yang walked to Chen Ying and sat down slowly: Chen Ying, I will leave you two things.
Chen Ying didn't wipe her tears and looked at Gao Yang: You said.
Gao Yang took out a novel from the inside of his coat: The first thing is to help me psychic about this book before the war begins. If you have any clues, tell Douhu and Jiuhan.
good.Chen Ying took over the novel and didn't ask much.
The second thing is, no matter tonight or the battle afterwards, don’t always think about dying in battle. No matter what danger you encounter, you can’t give up until the last second.
Gao Yang looked at Chen Ying solemnly: Your life was given by Xiaotian, don’t let him down, don’t let him down.
Chen Ying lowered her head and grabbed the novel's finger and subconsciously exerted force.
A few seconds later, she looked up and her eyes firmly met Gao Yang: OK.
The sound of footsteps came not far behind.
Gao Yang and Chen Ying stood up and found that it was Jiuhan and Qingling.
Captain, I'm going to set off here.Jiuhan said.
Gao Yang nodded: Well, I'll leave it to you and Douhu.
Jiuhan asked, is there anything you want to say to everyone?I can convey.
No.Gao Yang answered very simply.
Jiuhan was stunned and then smiled.
Jiuhan waved his hand and turned around and left. Chen Ying quickly followed with the novel.
Qing Ling was still standing there, staring at Gao Yang with his eyes faintly.
Gao Yang's indifferent expression softened a little: Is there something to ask me for?
Ask questions knowingly.Qing Ling had no expression on her face.
Qingling, you have to go with the fight tonight.Gao Yang said.
You have figured it out.Qingling said.
Think it through.Gao Yang nodded: You need more than that.
Qing Ling no longer insisted and nodded slightly: Don’t die, Qing Ling will be sad.
No, I promise.
Your guarantee is fart.Qingling paused for a moment and added coldly: What she said.
Gao Yang was stunned, smiled helplessly, but his eyes became firm: Tell Qing Ling, don’t worry, I will come back alive.
After pausing for two seconds, he said again: So are you.
Qing Ling shook her head and left, leaving behind a cool back. When she was about to walk out of the woods, she raised her hand and compared it to the one behind her, which was a response.
……
At 11:55, leave the city and Qingyang Bridge.
The New Year’s Eve is coming to an end, but the enthusiasm of citizens for the New Year’s Eve has just ignited. The entire city is brightly lit, neon lights are flashing, and traffic flows are passing by.
Festive music and hilarious sounds are everywhere, and fireworks are constantly blooming over the city in each area, dotted with the already beautiful night.
Lijiang, which spans the city, naturally turned into a golden ribbon under the reflection of the dim lights, but there was a broken part in the middle of the ribbon.
The Qingyang Bridge connecting Shanqing District and Feiyang District has all lights turned off and is prohibited from opening traffic. Not only that, even the river banks and streets on both sides of the bridge have been powered off due to emergency construction.
Citizens who were dismissed in the nearby area and car drivers who had to change the route were complaining loudly.
At this moment, the Qingyang Bridge was dull and dead, like the only necrotic blood vessel on the body of a city giant.
Around the early morning, in the middle of this necrotic blood vessel, to be precise, there were several business cars parked at a little west in the middle, and the people in the car had already got off and stood in groups.
At the front of the crowd was a man and a woman.
The man wore a brown coat and was wearing a black gold crutch. His face was soft, but his eyebrows and eyes were deep, and his green eyes were cold, just like the frozen lake surface under the moonlight.
His slightly curly chestnut hair was combed into a clean and neat back, and he was not smiling and was powerful without anger.
The woman was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a simple gray wool coat, wrapped in a brown scarf, her hair was dignified and exquisite tortoiseshell glasses were mounted on the bridge of her nose.
She is older, with obvious fine lines at the corners of her eyes and slightly loose skin, but her overall maintenance is well-behaved and her eyes are clear and energetic. It can be seen that time is very gentle to her.
Behind Qilin and Li, Wuse, Yishi, Quyou, Aiman and others, and behind them were all members.
Even Xiao Xin, who was in a deep coma, was dispatched. Of course, he was not voluntarily, but was controlled by Qilin's puppet master.
His face showed a weak grayish whiteness, his expression was numb, his eyes were crazy, and he flashed with a dim green light. A net-shaped green mark could be seen vaguely on his neck.
This time, the Haichuan Group was unreserved and came out in full bloom.
Dang Dang Dang
As the early morning came, the New Year's Eve bell rang, like invisible waves, emerging from all directions, slapped on everyone's eardrums.
The wind on the bridge also became strong, blew everyone's hair and clothes.
Everyone has different expressions. Some people expect the enemy to appear soon, some people pray that the enemy will not come; some people have already chosen their opponents, and some people are looking for the best escape route.
Soon, the twelve bells ended: at the east end of the bridge, light appeared.
If someone looked down from the sky at this moment, he could see the ray of light like a drop of glowing golden blood, swiming quickly along the necrotic blood vessel towards the blockage in the middle of the blood vessel.
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