After raising a cat, he reached the pinnacle of life

Wen Zheng looked away in a panic, hummed, and his heart beat wildly.

When Deng Puyu said these words, the image that popped up in his mind was Bei Sining looking down at him in a toga with big sleeves.

Then the chaotic clips, words, tangled into a ball of twine, flooded him like a tsunami, and slapped him on the ground in a state of embarrassment.

They've only met for two days, plus the time they spent together in the game, and counting Dahei's cat body, it's only over a month, and he remembers it too clearly.

Dahei scratched him, flicked his tail, and followed him.

Pride yawns when he sits, licks his earlobe during his nightmares, and sleeps in his arms.

Bei Sining made more small movements, he couldn't rest his hands, he wanted to poke the button when he saw it, his beautiful pupils stared at the dessert and licked his ice cream.

The shoulders are very broad, and there are muscles with extreme strength hidden under the clothes. They are warm and flexible, and they are very comfortable to lean against, making people sleepy.

He also peels shrimp.

The slender fingers are like white jade, with prominent joints, perfect like him without any blemishes.

The pale pink fingertips pinched the edge of the shrimp shell, and it turned white with a little force.The juice of the fresh shrimp soaked the finger, and the oil star reflected the light above the restaurant. The next second, the light moved up and was sucked in by the bright red lips and licked.

With his fingers clean again, he deftly picked up the shrimp and put it on his plate.

"Sleepy?" "Humph." "He's not in good health." "Why?" "Isn't the name just a code name?" "I play the piano very well." "For me?" "Trouble." What is it?" "Want to..."

—— "Wearing the dispute."

"Brother Zheng?" Deng Puyu pushed him: "Did your phone ring? Why didn't Mo get angry, and you changed the ringtone?"

Wen Zheng came back to his senses, shuddered suddenly, and quickly looked at the phone.

It was a series of short beeps. It was indeed a phone call, but it was a number that he could not change the ringtone.

Wen Zheng picked it up, and did not speak for a minute. After looking at Deng Puyu for a while, he turned his gaze to the glass exterior wall of the restaurant, where the person he was so excited about just now was sitting.

"Hmm." After listening to the call, he finally answered and hung up, Deng Puyu asked curiously: "What's the matter, you've been so busy recently, I didn't know where you went yesterday morning, hey, I'm not your cutest Xiaoyu... ..."

Wen Zheng sometimes hated his clumsy mouth, he obviously wanted to say something, but couldn't, so he opened his arms and gave Deng Puyu a big hug, so hard that Xiaoyu screamed murder in his arms.

"I'm leaving." Wen Zheng said, "If you can't come back before going on stage, you can perform by yourself."

If you don't come back after today, just forget about me.

"Ah?" Deng Puyu turned pale with shock: "How can we miss you in the five programs!? I have memorized the lines segment by segment. If you don't come, who will read it!?"

Wen Zheng laughed: "You split up again, one sentence per person. If I come back in time, I will go, you wait and see." After finishing speaking, there is no longer any delay: "It's urgent, I'm really leaving, tell Bai Shuang and Bei Sining for me One sound."

After finishing speaking, he clenched his phone tightly and strode away. Xiaoyu called his name behind him, telling him to report that he was safe.

Wen Zheng pursed his lips, quickened his pace, and walked out of the restaurant.

It's [-]:[-] in the afternoon and the sun has set.

Wen Zheng glanced at the map, crossed a road, and entered a high-rise office building 100 meters away.The phone beeped on the card-swiping elevator. Although the security guard thought he was unfamiliar, he didn't think much about it and watched him take the elevator up to the top floor.

On the eightieth floor, the elevator opened, Wen Zheng found the stairwell, and continued to climb.After the third floor, he twisted the rusty iron lock and pushed the door vigorously, and the wind from the roof blew violently.

"Life goes by in the blink of an eye~ It's not easy to live~ It's impossible in this world~Everything goes well..."

Wen Zheng gasped for breath and waited until the second verse of the song was sung before picking up the song.

"Ok?"

"Where's you!?" Bei Sining's voice sounded like it was about to explode: "When will you come back? You won't go to that shopping mall again! You are sick, go there, you are not allowed to go!...Huh? Talk?... ...Look, Xiaoyu, where have I touched? Why can't I hear him? What kind of junk is this..."

Wen Zheng: "Cough, the phone is not broken."

"Ah, I heard it, did you hear it? When will you come back? If you don't say it, I'll go find you now."

"...Don't come." The wind was so strong that he shaved his face, his back was facing the wind, and his words were still blown loud and small, and became more and more vague: "Be good, follow Xiaoyu, I have something to do temporarily, and I can't tell when to go back , but what if you run away from our show?"

It took Bei Sining a while to reluctantly say: "Okay."

The roar of the aircraft could be heard from far away in the sky, Wen Zheng lowered his voice, with a bit of coaxing tone when talking to Dahei: "I hung up, I have to shut down, the show depends on you."

The aircraft slowly floated above the roof of the building, and dropped a silver rope made of special material.

Wen Zheng turned off the phone and stuffed it into his trouser pocket. His coat was blown left and right by the wind, and his hair was messed up and hurt his eyes.He grabbed the end of the rope with one hand, and the buckle was locked with a snap. The man in the military uniform on the driver's seat shouted down to suppress the roar: "Hold on tight!"

"receive!"

The aircraft pulled up rapidly, pierced through the clouds, the rope swung upwards, Wen Zheng got in from the bottom of the cabin, the floor closed, and the noisy wind stopped suddenly.

"Hello, Major Wenzheng!" There was another person in the cabin, wearing a black uniform, looking nervous and cramped like a newcomer.He didn't know how to be courteous, he fetched water for a while and food for a while, wishing he could empty out the entire aircraft.

"Quiet." Wen Zheng scolded him softly, his gaze cold.

The little newcomer was frightened by the school-level officer and sat upright, but there was unconcealable admiration in his eyes.

The speed of the aircraft was very fast, and it took only 48 minutes to travel from Lecheng to the Beihai base in Dongcheng. He felt that he had just leaned against the cushioned bulkhead and closed his eyes to rest, and landed at the destination within a few minutes of rest.

"Major!"

Wen Zheng jumped off the aircraft, and a row of soldiers saluted him. He hurriedly walked without stopping, and only nodded.

"Major Wen Zheng, follow me." A female civilian trot in a skirt appeared and led Wen Zheng to walk quickly through the training ground of the Beihai base and into the war department.

Her physical strength is not good enough, and she fell behind Wen Zheng by several meters while walking. Wen Zheng told her not to follow, and went into the headquarters meeting room familiarly.

"Ding--"

He pushed the door, and the scanner at the door worked quickly, beeping for someone to enter.

"S-Class Special Operations Force, Team A08, Major Wen Zheng." Wen Zheng walked several meters before the electronic voice continued: "The identity verification is complete."

At the front of the spacious conference room, a huge curtain was embedded on the wall.

There are several windows displayed on the curtain at the same time, with black background, red and blue curves, marked with dazzling data.

A long silver-white metal table was placed across the center of the hall, and there were already more than [-] people sitting around it.

"Captain Luo." Wen Zheng accurately found the target, and saluted a tall and strong man standing there.

"Xiao Zheng." Captain Luo patted him on the shoulder: "Find a place to sit first."

"Brother Zhengzheng!" A clear and clear child's voice sounded, and the boy who called him rushed over like a small cannonball and slammed into Wen Zheng's arms.

Wen Zheng caught him, picked him up and weighed him: "It's heavy."

Chen Xiaochen was also an orphan of the previous batch of soldiers, but Wen Zheng grew up to be ten years old anyway, and got along well with his parents. When Chen Xiaochen was just one year old, his parents died.

Although the country has a special fund for compensation, and Chen Xiaochen's adoptive parents are very kind to him, they can't spend money as they like.A lot of Wen Zheng's salary is spent on him and several other children, giving to their adoptive parents, or buying some new electronic equipment.

Chen Xiaochen entered the base at the age of six, and Wen Zheng was fifteen years old. His elder brother took him to play a lot of things. Too much.

In the past few years, I have seen less because of different cities, but the children still cling to him.

After stuffing Chen Xiaochen with a candy, Wen Zheng focused on the big curtain.

The red and blue lines have been fluctuating violently, and the alarm on the side indicates that it is in the high-risk band.

After watching for a while, he stopped Luo Dui who was about to go out: "Xiaochen is only 14 years old."

Luo Dui is tall, dark-skinned, with a Chinese character face, he is a veritable elder.He said to Wen Zheng seriously: "It's 14 years old."

Wen Zheng clenched and loosened his fists: "...that's it."

Luo Dui didn't feel sorry for himself, leaving only one sentence, and hurried past him: "I haven't called yet, the situation is not the worst, but I will sign a volunteer letter later. 14 years old is the bottom line discussed by all countries, not only Chen Xiaochen."

Six twenty in the afternoon.

All the members are here, 57 people.

There was silence in the meeting room.

The person in charge Luo Yu and the big leader Zhang Jincheng pushed the door in together, looking at the young faces in front of them, they forced their hearts to be cold.

Luo Yu handed out the thick volunteer letter, and Zhang Jincheng said slowly, "Thank you for coming."

"Similar scenes have been staged many times. Every time, everyone is brave and fearless. I sincerely admire the great contributions each of you have made to the country and the world."

"The subspace is the enemy of the earth. This life-and-death struggle has lasted for 100 years. Our predecessors who are connected by blood have gone on and on, and have exchanged their lives for the continuation of the earth again and again, and we, fortunately, may be able to draw a picture of this struggle. Come to a full stop."

"There is never a mortal ending, but there must be a mortal determination."

The red and blue lines behind him kept fluctuating to new peaks. Zhang Jincheng glanced back and calmly reported the data to everyone.

"As you can see, the subspace suddenly fluctuated violently three hours ago, exceeding the warning line of 70 waves, and now the highest is 74.8. The Arctic Observatory sent an emergency communication, and all countries assembled and stood by. When the peak value reaches 80, that is Ready to go, we're going to make the call to the North Pole."

"Now, please open the voluntary form in your hands and fill it out."

No need to teach, this document has been filled out many times by those present.

In the 13-year catastrophe, the bottom line of the fighters involved in the operation was 16 years old, that is to say, none of the fighters in the world who can enter the subspace is over 30 years old.

The so-called voluntary letter includes a confidentiality treaty, various documents, and a will written in advance.

Although it is necessary to keep it secret, it is not so strictly enforced. Immediate family members have the right to know, and the person who writes the will of the soldier will also be defaulted to take the green channel.

Wen Zheng's wills in the past were all blank, but today, he inexplicably wanted to write something.Master and Bai Shuang are both insiders, so he doesn't need to say anything, the rest will be given to Deng Puyu and Bei Sining.

If he comes back alive, everyone will be happy, and if he sacrificed, he can give them an explanation.

It's easy to write for Xiaoyu, it's nothing more than coaxing him.

Wen Zheng is also very strange, many things that I can't say out of my mouth are inexplicably smoother when I write them on paper.What you are cute, very good, very good, just write it down.

The last sentence is to hope you are happy and never regret it.

Wen Zheng took out a new letter paper and wanted to write to Bei Sining, but the tip of his pen stopped suddenly.

How to write it?

To let him know that he is not smart?

Or simply keep it a secret?Anyway, people are gone.But if I don't say it, will I regret it when I die?

Wen Zheng was tangled for a moment, biting his lower lip with his canine teeth, making his lips purple.

After thinking for a while, he picked up his pen.

[Dear Comrade Pearl. ]

The corners of Wen Zheng's mouth turned up.

[see letter good. ]

[You and I have known each other for more than a month, you are such a lovely cat spirit.

Every day I wake up and touch your fluffy tail, I feel that you are becoming more and more lovable every day, even the flaws you show are purely cute.

Please believe that I can guess, not because you are stupid, but because I am too smart.So don't be sad or angry, anger hurts the body.

I didn't mean to hide it from you on purpose, but seeing you trying to hide it, full of vitality, really moved my heart.

Meeting you in this life is the greatest luck in my boring life. ]

[The house in Wutongyuan is left to you, and all the furniture and equipment are yours. You can live in it or come to play occasionally.There are still 30 years of property rights. After the expiration, if you can't operate, you can ask Xiaoyu for help.Guqin is yours too, take good care of it, maybe it will increase in value. ]

Writing here, Wen Zheng suddenly felt that he was a vulgar mortal, and Xiaoyu deserved to ridicule their royal family for selling their lust for 20 yuan.

He thought for a while, and seemed to have nothing to say, so he continued to write.

[See appendix for notarized documents. ]

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