Lu Xun took a step forward, An Zhe's back was against the wall of the car, he looked up at Lu Xun.

——Those eyes were still as quiet and clear as when they first saw each other at the gate of the base.

Lu Xun looked at him for a long time.

Over the years, he often dreamed of that day.

At that time, his soul was deeply trapped in the swamp of thorns, unable to extricate himself on the edge of losing control. That's how he met him.

He was a human, an alien, or a monster. He should be killed, he should not be killed. He was an undefinable thing, he was the craziest power, he was like everyone in the pool of blood.

"Why did you walk into the Simpson cage?" he asked suddenly.

An Zhe recalled slowly, then shook his head.

"I know." He said.

Then, An Zhe whispered, "So you don't know."

"I know." Lu Xun leaned his forehead against his and said softly, "Because you are a little mushroom."

This perfunctory answer made An Zhe raise his eyes and see the undercurrent in the cold green pupils. He softened his gaze involuntarily.

In the abyss, everything grows.

In fact, he remembered every word Polly said.

The entire universe is a constant turmoil, and human consciousness is a fleeting light and shadow produced in a short-term stability. A story happened in a book, but this book is now burned to ashes by flames. The frequency of the magnetic field is like air conditioning, it fights against the blazing heat. His frequency turned the paper into asbestos, allowing it to preserve itself in the flames.

But the flames are still burning. It is an unknown fluctuation, an unpredictable turmoil, and they will come again, with a hotter temperature, or transformed into a completely unfamiliar form.

Maybe it will be one second, maybe it will be ten thousand years.

But -

but it doesn't matter.

All of them have already got the ending that they could not even hope for.

He leaned against the car body and smiled at Lu Xun.

Lu Xun leaned over and kissed the corner of his eye, turned to the side, and began to calibrate the position of the compass and navigator.

He fiddled with the compass and the navigation instrument, while An Zhe continued to look through his own documents. He had not finished much before. After five minutes, he had thoroughly read all the remaining things and pressed the lock button. At this time,

Lu Xun had finished his work.

They came from the south, with a lake in front, a dense forest in the east, and a swamp in the west.

"Where are we going?" Lu Xun asked.

"I know." An Zhe's attitude was a little negative.

"Go east." Lu Xun said lightly.

"Why?"

"I don't know where your cave is." Lu Xun put the navigation device aside and said, "But I know where I first saw you."

It would have been fine if he had just said this. As soon as he said it, An Zhe's mood completely improved.

He looked up at Lu Xun, frowned slightly, his eyes reddened, and he was about to cry.

Lu Xun rarely showed a look of helplessness for a moment. He reached out and held An Zhe's face: "What's wrong?"

"You don't like me at all." An Zhe frowned.

Lu Xun said, "I like it."

An Zhe raised his voice, "What about my spores?"

-- Lu Xun never mentioned the spores to him. This man was so fierce before, he never dared to ask, he could only look for news materials everywhere, wanting to know where the inert sample was.

But there was nothing, until he flipped to the end, and saw some news about "inert extract" in the scattered news, and also saw a photo - in the glass bottle, there was only a snow-white spore the size of a date kernel.

Now, Lu Xun closed his mouth and said that the spores were nowhere to be found.

There was only one possibility, that was to be raised to death.

Hearing this, a hint of smile appeared in Lu Xun's eyes.

An Zhe was so angry that he could not speak completely.

"You've made it smaller and smaller," his eyes were filled with mist and he was about to cry, "Are you going to kill it now?"

Lu Xun said, "No."

"I'm going to kill it," An Zhe grabbed his arm, his throat choking, "You've been so good to it... give it back to me."

"It's still here, don't cry." Lu Xun said, "What is the spore to you?" "

It's..." An Zhe tried hard to describe it in human language, but he couldn't say it, so he could only say, "It's the spore."

"Is it important?"

"Important." An Zhe was so angry that he was about to tremble, and said, "I can die, but I must plant spores. I gave it to you because I thought you could raise it well."

"More important than your life?"

"...Yeah."

"For any living thing, only its own life is the most important."

"Spores are the most important," An Zhe refuted him mercilessly, "You are a mushroom."

"Okay." Lu Xun's voice still had a gentle smile: "So your child?"

An Zhe bit his lip. In the mushroom world, there are no parents or children, no relatives, and even no friends. Every type of mushroom in the abyss is different from other mushrooms. He can't use the relationship between humans to describe his relationship with spores. He can't say that they are his children. He can only say: "I gave birth to them."

"I raised them."

"You didn't raise them well at all."

"Hmm?" Lu Xun asked, "Why did it see you at the lighthouse, but only floated to my side?"

The old things were brought up again. An Zhe was still upset about Lu Xun raising the spore to death, and then he remembered the spore's appearance of eating inside and outside.

——Both of them are not good things.

He didn't know what to say, so he could only say, "Of course, I gave birth to it."

Lu Xun smiled again.

The world was spinning.

An Zhe was pressed against the car body by this man.

Lu Xun's fingers gently slid across his abdomen, and the cool fingertips aroused a shiver at the most vulnerable and softest place.

An Zhe gasped softly.

Lu Xun lowered his head and whispered something in his ear.

"Give me another one."

The author has something to say: The colonel is bullying Mushroom today.

The atmosphere in the previous chapter was so good that I couldn't help but finish it in one sentence. In fact, this chapter is the expected last one.

At the beginning, this article was categorized as a fairy tale. My friends said that I was waiting to be beaten and had to change it. But now I think it didn't deviate from the original intention of the fairy tale. I really like this mushroom! In short, thank you all for your company along the way. This book has a lot of gains. There are no regrets. I will post a summary on Weibo after it cools down. The most critical ending is to catch up with the most suspenseful final week. It is really a test of resistance. There are many satisfactory places in the ending, which will be revised later. But the story is still the same.

And the last business, the simplified entity is in Beijing United Reading and Creation, and other progress will be notified on Weibo.

I want to change the style of this book, which is unlimited flow. I want to write about Chinese and Western. Click into the column to see. The first half of the year is quite busy, so it may take a long time to open, so it can be collected in advance.

See you tomorrow!