Chapter 53 Chapter 53 Couple?
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"Gu Mengran, you are not reborn, are you?"
A doubtful yet confident male voice echoed in the quiet corridor. Gu Mengran's head made a buzzing sound and his breathing stopped for a moment.
Rebirth...
As expected of an online writer with a wild imagination, he guessed the truth without any hassle.
Can you admit it? Of course not!
Gu Mengran tried his best to stay calm and thought about how to respond.
Two minutes later, without any thought, his rusty brain started to work slowly, and he suddenly realized that he had been silent for too long.
How would a normal person react to hearing the word "rebirth"? Wouldn't it be "what the hell" that comes out of one's mouth? Maybe others just said it casually, but I have been thinking about it for so long with an embarrassed look on my face.
By the time he realized this, it was too late. Zheng Yijie's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he became visibly excited. He said with great interest: "I guessed right, didn't I? In your previous life, you accidentally gained a space but were killed by others. Now that you have gained it again, you must take back what belongs to you——"
"What a mess. Are you obsessed with writing novels? Where did you come to this conclusion?" Gu Mengran glared at him and interrupted him with a dark face.
After saying this, he turned around and was about to leave, but unexpectedly, Zheng Yijie grabbed his arm.
Seeing his unhappy expression, Zheng Yijie quickly let go of his hand, scratched the back of his head shyly, and asked seriously, "No more joking. Seriously, Gu Mengran, did you experience the end of the world, die unexpectedly, and then be reborn?"
Gu Mengran: ...
How could someone be so receptive to something beyond his cognition? The most terrifying thing is that he always guessed it right!
Without waiting for Gu Mengran to answer, Zheng Yijie stood by and said to himself, "In fact, I have doubted the authenticity of supernatural powers before, because... you guys exposed it! Although I have been talking about foresight, you clearly told me before that Liang Zhao's ability is to foresee disasters."
Gu Mengran looked at him with interest, "And then?"
"Then when we were in Xinjing, you said Liang Zhao had seen Xinjing in his dream, so he knew there was a base in Xinjing. What happened? Wasn't it a predicted disaster? What was the disaster in Xinjing? You didn't mention it at all until the end."
Zheng Yijie seemed to see through everything. He raised his eyebrows proudly and continued, "Also, you give me a very contradictory feeling. Some things are very clear, while others are not so clear and you know a little bit. It doesn't seem like you can foresee disasters or predict the future. It seems more like... you are telling the future you have seen from the first person perspective."
"You can fool people with a very realistic dream, but Gu Mengran, you've been exposed. I'm basically sure that you've been reincarnated... um."
He became more and more excited as he spoke, and his voice became louder and louder. Gu Mengran stepped forward and covered Zheng Yiji's mouth with his hands.
They hadn't walked far, and the voices of Grandpa and Liang Zhao could still be heard faintly. Gu Mengran looked back guiltily, and lowered his voice to warn: "Speak softly, ancestor, are you the reincarnation of Loudspeaker?"
"Ah?" Zheng Yijie's eyes widened, he pulled his hand away from his mouth, and imitated Gu Mengran in lowering his voice: "Your grandfather and your brother didn't know? I'm the first one to know?"
Gu Mengran didn't respond, but took a half step back and raised his chin towards him, "Go on."
"Continue what?"
"How can you tell that I..."
"Oh, how did you get exposed?"
Zheng Yijie finally remembered, grinning, picking up what he had just said and continuing, "The main reason is naturally your reaction just now. You obviously didn't expect me to give you the standard answer directly, and you were shocked. You were stunned for so long that even a blind man could tell that something was wrong."
"Second," Zheng Yijie glanced at Gu Mengran secretly and dragged out the last word, "Didn't I tell you in the car? I doubt your real age. You are only nineteen years old, the right age to play, but you are calm, steady, and mature, not at all the clarity that a college student should have-"
"Do I look old?" Gu Mengran frowned.
"Not old, but mature! In short, you act too mature, and even seem like you've experienced a lot."
After finishing the analysis in one breath, Zheng Yijie raised his chin and looked at Gu Mengran, smiling proudly: "How about it, is my analysis correct? I have said so much, can you reveal a little bit, such as how many years you have survived in the apocalypse?"
"No wonder you can buy the house in full." Gu Mengran didn't respond to him, said something ambiguous, and turned back.
Zheng Yijie hurriedly chased after him, "What do you mean?"
"I praise you for your big imagination."
…
At about the same time Liang Zhao had expected, in the first half of that night, the Fengyi safely sailed out of the forest fire area.
The crisis was successfully resolved, but troubles continued. Although we had clearly passed the wildfire area, the unbearable high temperature did not drop at all, and people were suffering from the heat.
To make matters worse, on the second day, due to the continued high temperature, the engine overheated and the main engine of Fengyi was shut down, and it was stuck in the waterway for two days.
The days of complete power outage were extremely torturous, but fortunately there was no need to be threatened by wildfires and no need to worry about sparks floating over at any time causing a fire. Gu Mengran took out the solar generator that he had prepared in advance and installed the solar panel on the deck.
The air conditioner blew out cold air again, and everyone became motivated. Without having to drive the boat or be on duty, the four of them gathered in the kitchen to stew meat, pickle sauerkraut, and cook home-cooked dishes...
It was another morning. Meng Gaoyang came out of the cabin with sweat on his forehead. He went back to his room to wash his face and walked hurriedly into the restaurant.
The kitchen door was wide open, and the dedicated air conditioner was blowing cold air, bringing a refreshing coolness to the steaming restaurant outside the door.
The food was neatly placed on the table, including pumpkin and millet porridge, white flour steamed buns, and a dish of red oil cowpeas.
Zheng Yijie was already eating with his bowl in hand. When he saw Meng Gaoyang approaching, he quickly swallowed his porridge and asked, "How is it, Grandpa Meng? Has the cabin temperature dropped? Can we set off soon?"
"Let's go down, let's go down, we'll leave after dinner." After washing his hands, Meng Gaoyang picked up a fluffy and soft white steamed bun from the plate and took a big bite.
The light sweetness whetted his appetite. The old man pulled out a stool and prepared to sit down. His eyes swept over the busy figures in the kitchen and he shouted at the top of his voice, "Eat, Liang Zhao, what else are you doing? Keep breakfast simple."
"Come on, you guys eat first."
Upon hearing this, the old man said no more, pulled out a stool and sat down, eating a steamed bun and a piece of cowpea.
Two minutes later, Liang Zhao walked towards the dining table with a towel under his hands and a large ceramic bowl with two handles.
He could smell the aroma from a long distance away. Seeing this, Zheng Yijie quickly put down his chopsticks and very considerately brought a bamboo cup and bowl mat and placed it in the middle of the dining table.
The ceramic bowl fell steadily, and a fragrant aroma wafted into the air. The old man stretched his neck and saw a bowl of steamed eggs.
The steamed eggs are very tender, bright in color, delicate and smooth. The chef also cuts them into pieces, drizzles them with sesame oil and soy sauce, and finally sprinkles them with chopped green onions. Just the smell makes people drool.
The old man was hungry again after just a few bites. He didn't rush to pick up his chopsticks. He turned his head and gave Liang Zhao a thumbs up, praising him generously: "Not bad, not bad. Your cooking skills have improved rapidly."
I think that people who used to be able to cook porridge into sesame paste can now serve steamed eggs. They have indeed made rapid progress.
"I still only know some simple ones," Liang Zhao pulled out a stool and sat next to the old man, a faint smile on his lips, "mainly because Meng Ran taught me well."
Speaking of Gu Mengran, Liang Zhao looked around and asked, "Where are the others?"
"He hasn't gotten up yet. He likes to sleep in the most..."
Zheng Yijie realized that something was wrong and stopped in time, changing the subject: "Haha, he doesn't like to get up early."
The old man laughed out loud, "You really give him face. But today he didn't sleep in, so he's in the cab. Watch him go in."
"Going to the cab so early to do--"
"Family, family!"
Speak of the devil, and he appears. Before Zheng Yijie could finish his question, Gu Mengran's voice suddenly floated out from the aisle.
The sound sounded far away, but in less than ten seconds, Gu Mengran quickly arrived at the restaurant.
There was sweat on his forehead and he was panting. It was obvious that he had run all the way here. However, he did not seem tired at all. He was not even catching his breath. He said to everyone mysteriously, "I'm here to add more dishes. Guess what's delicious?"
Cab and extra dishes, these are the only two key words, is there any need to guess?
Zheng Yijie was about to throw a basin of cold water on him when Liang Zhao, who was sitting across the table, raised his head and looked at Gu Mengran with a smile, "What dish? You should at least give me some hints."
"Meat." The smile in Gu Mengran's eyes became even more intense.
Liang Zhao held his chin and pretended to think. After five seconds, he raised his eyebrows and asked uncertainly, "Air-dried beef?"
"Congratulations, you guessed it right!"
Zheng Yijie: ...Your uncle spoils him.
After breakfast, the Wind Wing set sail again.
A week has not yet passed and Zheng Yijie is temporarily unable to drive the Fengyi independently, so the ones who remain on duty in the cockpit today are still him and the old man.
How many days has it been? He no longer wanted to be on duty with the old man. It wasn't that the old man was bad, but the age gap was there. Apart from studying hard, there was really nothing to talk about!
Once the anchor chain was reeled in and the boat started moving, it was basically idle. Zheng Yijie lay on the moon chair left by Gu Mengran, flipping through a small notebook that was almost torn apart, and sighed in boredom.
He thought his voice was not loud, but as soon as he made the sound, the old man holding the rudder immediately looked over and asked, "What's wrong? Why are you sighing? What don't you understand?"
"without--"
After saying a word, Zheng Yiji suddenly realized that he was not completely without topics to talk about with the old man. At least they still had people they knew in common, such as Gu Mengran.
Thinking of this, Zheng Yijie cleared his throat and asked directly: "Grandpa Meng, are Meng Ran and Liang Zhao cousins? Did they grow up together?"
The old man was stunned, "Brothers? Who said they are brothers?"
They are not brothers, but they have such a good relationship? Zheng Yijie got excited, propped himself up with his feet and sat up, and asked with interest: "Didn't Meng Ran call Guan Liangzhao brother?"
The old man laughed and said, "You only call me that in front of outsiders, but you don't call me by my name often at home, do you?"
"That seems to be true." Zheng Yijie thought about it and asked curiously, "Then what is their relationship? They are so close that they can wear the same pair of pants."
Gossip is gossip, but you can’t talk about your grandson’s privacy.
The old man picked up the teacup beside him and took a sip, deliberately whetting the appetite: "Guess."
They are like brothers, inseparable, but they are not brothers, and their relationship cannot be explained...
Zheng Yijie, whose brain circuits are different from those of ordinary people, said: "Couple?"
"puff--"
The tea sprayed all over the rudder, and the old man didn't even bother to wipe his mouth. He turned back and looked at Zheng Yijie, panicking, "You can guess this?"
Seeing this reaction, Zheng Yiji stood up suddenly, his eyes as big as bells.
"Fuck, is that true?"
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