Life Going Wild With Plug-ins - Chapter 87

The author has something to say:

Hello everyone, I’m a broken ten. Hit me, I won’t fight back. Today is Yejun and Yesha. Come and read to me calmly: friendship, friendship.

01]

Everyone knows Ye Jun’s hearing is quite good, but few people know how good it is.

Hear all directions. Needless to say, he pays special attention to a person’s breathing, tonality, heart rhythm, pulse, and interweaving effects, which can reflect the person’s mood and mood. These slight sounds in the eyes of others can make an impression in his mind. There are fierce and courageous people like Gobi Yanyang, and fierce and perverse people like dense forest thorns.

Because of this characteristic, he can easily determine which people are close and who should be fortified; which actions are exciting and which are repulsive.

Yejun has not yet received the title of “Yunjun”. He has been in the streets for no reason and has no memory. He is fortunate to have a first-class ability to observe and observe colors, and he is born neat and lovely. The same begging, others have to fight with the dog even the remaining white-faced buns. He can get a box of exquisite snacks from the beautiful sisters of Zhulou, and the wandering children of ten miles all consider him as the leader.

After ten years of Tao Guang, Ye Jun, who just turned twelve years old, was caught in the night by surprise.

When he was captured, he was very surprised because the people who came to catch him did not have any hostility or offensiveness. He worked hard and failed to please them. He later learned that these people were truly insensitive, like a pool of standing water. And standing water, there is no mood to speak of.

And the night walk is to put himself together with these young children who were caught around him, and finally pour out the blood in the chest cavity, and sharpen it into a place like lifeless dead water.

The children caught together were beggars and children of ordinary people. Shock, darkness, the fear of losing loved ones, and the unknown fear … the young children turned all the negative emotions that could not be vented into hoarse cries.

The imprisonment made the noisy noise infinitely spread. For Ye Jun, who is extremely sensitive to hearing, this is already the cruelest torture.

After being held for several days, no one had the strength to cry.

In the eyes of others, the atmosphere in this secret room was dull and depressed, but Yejun was not. Their fear was horrifying, their heartbeat was still so harsh, and they tortured Yejun all the time.

For the first time, he began to resent himself.

After all, this characteristic, apart from the good-looking sugar cake, does not bring much other benefits to yourself. It hurt him these past few days, not a moment to sleep.

Ye Jun never expected, but in this most noisy and dirty place, he heard the world’s best heartbeat.

Firm, gentle, clear and translucent … like a flawless clear spring of Wang Biyu.

He followed the sound, and saw a boy with dark eyes in the corner, sitting there quietly, without a trace of irritability and fear.

“Can I sit next to you?” Ye Jun asked him, and the other side looked at him silently, not calmly, neither agreeing nor resisting.

Yejun shoves away the children around him and sits next to him. Asleep peacefully in the sound of the spring water, as beautiful as the rhythm.

02]

By the time the demonstration-like detention was over, the children around them had rarely cried. Staying in the dark for too long, even the strings of fear have broken, and more of obedience.

Because he was taken away in batches, Yejun was forced to separate from the teenager who had a good heartbeat. The future is unknown, but he has no reason to feel that he must be destined to meet him again.

After a series of basic tests and considerations, Ye Xing has distributed numbers according to strength and has since been used as a proxy. His evaluation was “Yi Wei”, along with training schedule and housing.

In addition to the training of physical functions at night, there are also brainwashing lectures, which will be called the inhumane training and praise it in a grand manner. The speaker was full of moral loyalty that he did not believe, trying to beautify the cover. Yejun listened ridiculously, turning his head to find the person with a good heartbeat in the crowd.

Ye Jun found him at a glance, but saw that he listened very carefully, and it turned out that he believed it to be true.

Ye Jun dumbfounded: It’s all serious, shouldn’t it be silly?

Ye Jun secretly glanced at his nameplate, engraved “Gengchen”, and carefully recorded this number in his heart.

03]

Yejun didn’t know if he was lucky or unlucky.

He seemed like a gift from heaven. He was smart and beautiful. His body responded much faster than ordinary people. Others could not achieve it with painful costs. He is a true genius of martial arts. He can look at all the moves and minds. He is never too lazy to practice, and he can win stably.

When the people around him struggled hard to live the night and night, he basically spent time doing nothing.

He has very limited means to pass the time, that is, to harass Gengchen.

In addition to the trial ground, Geng Chen did two things: meditate, or practice sword. Gengchen has limited talents and was barely able to draw a tie with himself, and he never slacked off for a moment.

Geng Chen used his sword to be solid and steady, and his practice was boring. He leaned on the railing on the corridor to look at him, and often fell asleep after a while. When Gengchen meditated, he squatted beside him and chatted. Gengchen rarely spoke, but fortunately he didn’t need Gengchen to respond to him. He just wanted to lie on Gengchen’s side so as to avoid other people’s harsh noises.

Ye Jun calm down and taste slowly, only to discover that Gengchen is more than just a spring.

He is a spring in the empty valley, with the warbler and the blue-grass fragrance. The water was quiet and pure, but it was gritty and unstoppable.

He is the gentlest pure land in the world.

Ye Jun, too lazy to wait to get into the ground, deliberately took his color chips and changed his bunk to Geng Chen’s side. The person sleeping next to him suddenly changed to Ye Jun, Geng Chen didn’t seem to be surprised, he never asked him. Yejun once again used his shallow sleep and fear of noise as a reason, and relied on Gengchen to sit in the yard every day, supervising him to sleep together.

Many years later, Jun Gong became famous and lived a comfortable life in Jinyiyushi.

But there was no such beautiful and quiet Qingquan Youlan sending him into a dream.

04]

Geng Chen has said more than once that he wants to be named the “Yunjun”.

He was desperately practicing martial arts, and tried his best to achieve this.

But unfortunately, Yejun needs a vase that is more pleasing than loyalty.

Ye Jun knows this bitterly.

Geng Chen was so precious that she was afraid to be disappointed by this filthy world after all.

05]

B has not been named “Yunjun” as expected, and has gone his separate ways since then.

Once again, it’s time for Yechao to master and Qin Qi. He was ordered by the second master to destroy the evidence with his own hands and to marry him.

He was in the desert northwest of Populus euphratica, and across the river, he felt the heartbeat of Yecha again.

The clear spring is still flowing, but Youlan has withered.

06]

Later on, Yesha was put into Zhongliyuan by the Second Master and kept in the snow for three years in all possible precautions, and eventually the internal force was abolished and he was expelled.

Yejun, as the most effective assistant of the second master, personally supervised the entire punishment. After finishing, carefully remove the **** night brakes from the rack.

This true heart was trampled and vilified by countless people.

It was a treasure he didn’t dare to expect from beginning to end.

Yecha curled up in his arms, and if the air was suspended, he was no longer the tenacious young man in his memory.

Ye Jun supported him, arrived on his chest, and tried to distinguish his weak heartbeat.

That’s not even the backwater. It is grand, stretchy, endless, the remains of flowers and birds, and the ruins of cedar embers.

“No one needs me anymore.” His faint voice disappeared into the torrent of pain, no one could hear.

He said, “Yi Wei, I regret it.”

The last Wang Qingquan in the world has finally dried up.

[A world unrelated to you]

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