When it comes to "Rain Alley", people will think of Dai Wangshu. Without Dai Wangshu's inspiration, the girl who was holding an oil-paper umbrella and lilac would really not know whether she would be in the attic or separated by a window...

But most people leave their memories in reality. The endless alleys and endless rain are still stepping on the moss-covered bluestone slabs in the rain, making squeaking footsteps and melodious flute sounds.

Then leave a long-lost thought and sprinkle the sorrow that should be forgotten all over the ground.

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Zhang Xuan didn't know why people could burn flames in the rain, nor did she know why the flame man seemed to be pressed against the wall by something and could not move.

She was trembling and ready to call the police.

I saw a black Buick driving into the road in this community with a squirting sound of water.

Two young men walked down from a black vehicle.

A reliable adult man in formal attire, and a funny street artist in a little dinosaur hoodie with a gong in his hand.

The little dinosaur hoodie cleared his throat and then hung it and said:

"The weather is dry, be careful of the candle."

The man in a suit next to him said helplessly: "It's rainy now, it's probably hard to burn the candles."

Hearing this sentence.

The young man named Qi Lin waved his hand: "The rules of ancestors cannot be changed. Besides, isn't there a person burning and burning here?"

"We are the SWAT officers, and the one next to me is a cosplay enthusiast, you don't have to worry."

Zheng Kai, a man in the suit, took out an identity certificate with the seal of the Huaxia Special Affairs Department from his arms. It was a special police license written in a gold-toned font on a black background: "Little girl, can you tell me what you have just experienced?"

When Zhang Xuan heard that it was a policeman, she naturally felt relieved.

She talked about the thrilling scenes she had just experienced.

"The person who burns and fire flashes by and saves you. It's a very important message, thank you."

"Don't worry, just treat it as a dream."

Qi Lin took out a black light stick from his arms and shook it in front of her eyes, trying to help her fade her memory. Then he and Zheng Kai used the special energy-climbing field to reduce the burning temperature before locking him in the car.

"Goodbye, I wish you a happy life."

Zhang Xuan did feel a little relaxed, but she actually didn't forget anything at all, so she treated the black light stick as a mental relief agent.

The two people who were driving over the water marks started chatting in the car:

"The amnesia beam at Yunzhou University should not be ineffective."

"There are no precedents that have failed except for two awakened people."

"Then it's no problem. After all, how could there be such a coincidence that two awakened people appeared at the same time."

"What should I do about this Fire Man?"

"The subsequent processing troops will conduct administrative review, profile personality, and predict harm, and then determine whether to directly absorb the troops or re-educate them."

"Since the laws of the Supernatural keep up with the times, the work of the Night Watch has also been easier."

"I'll go to your house for two drinks?"

“Fenyang Soup Wine?”

"Of course it's Moutai."

"Have you been eyeing my inventory for a long time?"

Zheng Kai, who was driving, pushed his glasses, looked at the hazy Jiangnan water town in the rain and fog, and turned on the car radio.

What is the difference between the extraordinary and the mortals in the present world?

After get off work, I drank two bottles of wine with my old friend. I liked to listen to radio when driving, and occasionally said two dirty jokes that were not vulgar. This is life.

It's no different from others.

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Zhang Xuan was a little confused about what she had experienced, but she was just a high school student. Apart from being afraid, she really didn't want to talk about this matter everywhere, so she quickly went home.

After dusk, the drizzle gradually dissipated. Andaoyuan pushed open the wooden windows, allowing the faint breath of Jiangnan wu trees to dissipate the wetness of the water town.

Xue had just woken up and sat in the yard with the cat next door, "Meow Meow" who was talking about.

Beiluo 23 flew away casually on the grounds of "experience the customs and peoples" and did not come back until the evening.

Shingu Shiyin is the fastest to adapt to.

I came to find him and asked: "Can I, a reliable student, tell the goddess of the wifi password?"

Then I even went online and went to a group tour, which was really simple and unpretentious.

Only Shi Yin was left after permission, she picked up Andaoyuan's photo album, looked through the way he used to be when he was a child, and occasionally pursed his lips and showed a beautiful smile.

Andaoyuan cooks dinner in the kitchen, and most of them are home-cooked dishes here. The method is not difficult, but if you are more serious, you probably need to be fine enough.

In the eyes of most people, "eating is never tired of fine food and stew is never tired of fine meat" is Confucius' dietary method, which means "to make food carefully and nourish people", so many people only **bread and white flour and strive for various exquisite methods.

But in fact, all this is probably based on loose and leisurely time.

Only by dividing your skills and savoring them carefully.

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"Records of the Grand Historian: The Biography of Xiang Yu's Original Annals": "The wealth and honor do not return to their hometown, like walking in the night with bright clothes."

But for Andaoyuan.

Sitting at the dining table, looking at the familiar and unfamiliar atmosphere beside me.

He smiled, as if he understood what life is.

Once, three years ago.

The scene at that time was filled with countless tombstones.

Andaoyuan's mother told him:

"The people buried here have the same name, lovely people."

Ten years ago, a hundred years ago, no matter what people in this country experienced, they survived strongly. Therefore, he believed that those people a hundred years ago passed through the dawn seen by the flames and the new era they saw.

In the future, it will still shine.

Just as silent as the stars, it shines like the stars.

Scholars do not need to show their priests in front of others, nor do they care about walking in the evening.

Carrying the stars and caring about poetry and books.

In that awakening era.
Chapter completed!