There was a gentle explosion in the pot, and the butter gradually melted and was gradually absorbed by the steak. The smell of rosemary evaporated in the air, making Parker's belly more and more hungry. He took a deep breath and absorbed the flavor of the beef in the air.

Taste, watching the beef come out of the pan until it wakes up on the cutting board, and finally put on the plate.

Fifteen minutes later, all the dishes were ready. The Parkers stood at the door of Nelson's house and gently knocked on the door. Even though they were separated by a wall, they could hear music and laughter from the next room.

Come.

"Lisa, how did you know I wanted to eat steak? Come on in. Hey Parker, I heard that you are in some health condition. How are you? Are you okay?"

After genetic enhancement, the aging rate of human beings has also slowed down. Although Nelson is now over 160 years old and has a full head of silver hair, his face is not too old. There are only a few wounds cut by time across his forehead.

He was blushing and had drunk a lot of wine. The smell of alcohol on his breath could be smelled from a meter away. He was not too surprised when he saw Parker. He just showed appropriate concern and patted him gently.

Parker put his arm around him and walked into the small room.

Not only Mrs. Nelson was in the room, but her children and nephews were also present. When they saw another guest arriving, they hurriedly stood up to say hello, reached out to take the food from Lisa and Parker's hands, and thanked them repeatedly.

There was jazz playing in the room, and the room seemed a little dark after sunset, but every corner of the room was filled with candles, adding a touch of warmth and romance to the darkness.

Under the golden candlelight, Nelson's sincere smile was a bit dazzling, piercing Parker's heart. This scene seemed to take Parker through time, back to many years ago, leaving him in a trance, standing there blankly.

"Parker, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

"No...I'm just, just a little hungry."

"Then sit down quickly, Jennifer. Look, Parker is hungry. By the way, why didn't Jason come?"

"He hasn't finished class yet, and he can't go home until after seven o'clock every day."

"Okay, I guess we're almost home. Let's eat first, but we have to leave something for the kid."

After arranging for Parker and his wife to sit down, Nelson tied the tablecloth around his collar again, served Parker a plate of beef stew with red wine, and invited the others to use the knives and forks together.

The champagne looked a bit gloomy under the candlelight, and the wine was no longer golden. Even the color changed the taste. After drinking it, it lost its original sweetness, and only the bitter taste filled the tip of the tongue.

At first, everyone was chatting and laughing at the dinner table, telling the rare and interesting things in life that they had shared with others hundreds of times. But gradually, when all the interesting things were told, there were no more interesting topics to talk about.

Finally, everyone fell silent and began to concentrate on fighting for food.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Nelson looked at the clock, stood up alone, pressed his right palm down, and motioned for others to sit down. In a quiet environment, he returned to the room, carefully combed his hair, arranged his shirt, and put it on, which had already been ironed.

After the suit that had been waiting for a long time came out again, an old gentleman with silver hair stood in front of them.

"Nelson, is this tonight?"

"Yes, Parker, you have to know that time waits for no one..."

When he sat at the table again, everyone started to move, hurriedly packed their things and put on their coats. Even Mr. and Mrs. Parker went home and put on some decent clothes.

"call……"

When everything was ready, Mrs. Nelson took the lead in blowing out the candles in the window, and then Nelson's daughter and nephew also extinguished the candles in the bedroom and kitchen.

"call……"

Finally, the candles at the door were extinguished by the Parkers, leaving only the candlelight on the dining table to provide the little warmth...

Mrs. Nelson walked to the kitchen in the dark, tremblingly took out the staple food that Nelson had not eaten, placed it gently on Nelson's table, kissed his forehead, and finally looked at her husband lovingly.

"We have been together for one hundred and thirty-five years... Your temper is not bad, but you are not bad either. You often complain to me, but you never get too angry. You have never made a lot of money in your life, but you are not accomplished in anything.

You are frugal on weekdays, but you can meet all the demands of me and my children that are not excessive. Nelson, you are a good husband. In my heart, you have always been the most perfect husband. I am proud of myself and you for supporting me for half my life.

, and I will definitely tell my story and yours to others.”

Nelson just smiled gently and patted the back of his wife's hand gently. Finally, under the gaze of everyone standing, he sat at the main seat of the dining table, crossed his hands against his chin, and closed his eyes.

“My Father in heaven, hallowed be your name, your kingdom come, your will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, lest we

of your debts, as we have forgiven our debtors, and when we are tempted, and deliver us from evil, for the fault, the power, and the glory are all yours forever. May we meet in the kingdom of heaven, and serve you at your right and left, all the day long.

Joy and health.”

"Amen..."

He began to eat the staple food. Under the gaze of everyone, he was full of gentlemanly manners. The sweetness of the bread even danced in front of everyone's noses. He would occasionally stop and take a sip of champagne, and then continue eating in an orderly manner until the plate was empty.

He closed his eyes, savoring the last mouthful of human life, breathing out streams of sweet warmth on his white beard, and finally let out a long sigh.

"Um……"

The daughter took the hat and put it on himself, and he blew out the last candle in the room...

In the darkness, the sobs could no longer be concealed.

"dad……"

"Salina, I have no regrets, and I believe you do too. Let's go."

He walked in front, followed by others, got into their own cars, gathered together, and drove off into the distance under the gaze of passers-by.

"Fake!"

The figure carrying a shoulder bag ran to the gate of the community, covered in water stains, with a bruised nose and face. Seeing the convoy going away, he started running desperately, and in the end he could only see the taillights of the vehicles at the end of the convoy.

Feeling angry, he smashed his schoolbag to the ground and vented his anger on the trash can beside him. He used his fists and feet to knock out new "wounds" in the trash can.

In the end, he could only lean on the trash can he hurt, slowly sit down, hold his head and cry.

…

The crowded crowd squeezed the land in the middle, between the chest and the back, squeezing out the homes for them to live in. In this city that is destined to block the sun, only one kind of low-rise building allows to hide in the darkness.

In the process, he even dyed himself a kind of disturbing, yet fascinating black.

The convoys gathered again and left in the near future. Nelson and the others could only wait calmly in the car until the vehicle in front drove forward for a short distance. About an hour later, they actually stopped in this building.

The doorway of a small building.

Everyone gets off the car, enters the building, takes a number, finds the room on the number plate, enters, and waits again.

Different from the black exterior wall, the interior is stark white, so white that it is difficult to find even a piece of paper posted on the wall. Everyone sat down until a person wearing a white robe, mask and gloves prepared a comprehensive

Protective man pushing cart into room.

"Nelson Stepford?"

"Yes."

"ID or driver's license, bank card."

After confirming that it was him, the man placed the POSS machine in front of Nelson, and he pressed the password to confirm that it was correct. He put the POSS machine away, walked into the small room with a glass wall, and began to debug some unknown things.

liquid.

"Take off your coat and come in."

At this time, Nelson was like a good child. Without saying a word, he quietly took off his coat, handed it to his daughter, and asked her to hang it on the hanger nearby, and then slowly walked into the room.

"Sir...what should I do?"

"Roll up your sleeves above your elbows. I need to prepare some other things. You have about two minutes to say goodbye to your family. When I finish everything, you can just lie down on the bed and leave the rest to me.

Don’t leave this room.”

Like a child who was extremely afraid of the teacher's scolding, Nelson shrank his neck slightly, nodded, and quickly folded his sleeves until the cyan blood vessels under his fair skin were exposed.

After confirming that the glass of water on the man's cart was reserved for him, he took it tremblingly, took a sip, and stood in front of the glass thick enough to be one finger, unable to move, not knowing what to do.

"Dad...dad!"

The room was equipped with microphones and loudspeakers inside and outside, just like a bank window. His daughter Sabella knocked on the glass, and the shouts made him smile not ugly, but extremely embarrassing.

"Sabella, take care of your mother, okay? Be strong, I...I'm fine, I'll be fine in a while, that...Parker, my wife, please help me take care of some, I...I still have some

Deposit, Jennifer will give it to you when the time comes. Thank you for your hard work, Parker, and Lisa. When you go home and see Jason later, remember to tell him, tell him... Grandpa Nelson loves him very much, but it is a pity that he can no longer tutor him in his homework.

Yes, I... God."

"Don't worry, I will take care of Jennifer, but not for money. Nelson, if there really is a heaven and you meet Mr. and Mrs. Wang Hui, please tell them that you are doing well on your own."

"Okay, I will definitely bring it, and I'll leave everything to you."

The wrinkled palms spread the tear stains on his face, at least making it less conspicuous, but the more he wiped it, the more muddy his face became. In the end, he could only hide in the corner, sobbing, and witness the man's actions.

"The preparations have been completed. Come on sir, please lie down."

In an instant, Nelson looked much older. He slowly got on the bed, lay down flat, felt the cold temperature of the iron bed, and waited for the staff to fix his limbs and head, and then connected his health bracelet.

The computer began to disassemble the bracelet and turned off the microphone connected to the outside world.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Nelson. You will feel an extremely strong sense of excitement later. This is a normal reaction. Don't panic too much. Please allow me to test your bracelet one last time to confirm your identity. It is correct. Nelson Stepford

Sir, the tired and bitter life is over..."

"Welcome to the afterlife."

The needle was inserted into the arm. The man's technique was very good and the pain was very slight. He turned around and fiddled with the computer. Finally, he pressed Enter and the machine started running. The adjusted liquid was quickly squeezed into Nelson's body.

"call……"

The liquid was cold. After entering the blood vessels, the arm instantly stung until the entire arm lost consciousness. Then, a drunken feeling surged into his head, and a strong sense of excitement was stimulating him to keep closing his hands and spreading his toes.

Saliva began to secrete rapidly, and at the same time, Nelson gradually lost control of his body. He opened his mouth wide, gasped violently, his limbs shook wildly, and he smashed the iron bed with a loud bang...
To be continued...