Chapter 53 Chapter 53 Couple?

*

"Gu Mengran, you are not reborn, are you?"

A doubtful but somewhat certain male voice echoed in the quiet corridor. Gu Mengran's head buzzed and his breathing stopped for a moment.

Rebirth...

As expected of an online writer with a wild imagination, he guessed the truth without any hesitation.

Can you admit it? Of course not!

Gu Mengran tried his best to stay calm and think about how to deal with it.

Two minutes later, he could not think of a solution. 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 when hearing the word "rebirth"? Shouldn't it be a quick "what the hell"? Maybe someone just said it casually, but I thought 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: "Did I guess right? In your previous life, you accidentally gained space but were killed by others. Now that you have gained it again, you must take back what belongs to you——"

"What nonsense is this? Are you obsessed with writing novels? Where did you come to this conclusion?" Gu Mengran glared at him and interrupted him with a sullen look on his 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, rubbed 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 can someone be so receptive to something beyond his cognition? The most terrifying thing is that he always guesses correctly!

Without waiting for Gu Mengran to answer, Zheng Yijie stood aside and said to himself: "Actually, I doubted the authenticity of supernatural powers before, because... you guys gave me away! 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 foreseen disaster? What was the disaster in Xinjing? In the end, you didn't mention it at all."

Zheng Yijie seemed to have seen through everything. He raised his eyebrows proudly and continued, "And the feeling you gave me was very contradictory. Some things were very clear, but some things were not so clear and you knew a little bit. It didn't seem like you were foreseeing disasters or predicting the future. It seemed more like... you were telling the future you had seen from your first-person perspective."

"You can fool people with a very real dream, but Gu Mengran, you have been exposed. I am almost certain that you have been reincarnated... hmm."

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and his voice became louder and louder. Gu Mengran stepped forward and covered Zheng Yijie's mouth with his hands as he continued to chatter.

They hadn't walked far, and could still hear the voices of Grandpa and Liang Zhao talking. Gu Mengran looked back guiltily, and said in a low voice, "Keep your voice down, 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. He 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 say 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, dragging 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, without 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 have a sense of having experienced a lot."

After finishing the analysis in one breath, Zheng Yijie raised his chin and looked at Gu Mengran, smiling proudly: "So, was my analysis correct? I've 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 ignored him, said something ambiguous, and turned back.

Zheng Yijie hurriedly chased after him, "What do you mean?"

"I'm praising you for your big imagination."

…

At about the same time Liang Zhao had expected, in the first half of that night, the Feng Yi safely drove out of the wildfire 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 the Fengyi was shut down, and it was forced to stay in the waterway for two days.

The days without power were extremely tormenting, but fortunately, we no longer had to face the threat of wildfires and worry about sparks starting a fire. Gu Mengran took out the solar generator that he had prepared in advance and installed the solar panels on the deck.

The air conditioner blew out cold air again, and we had some energy. We didn't have to drive the boat or be on duty. The four of us gathered in the kitchen to marinate meat, pickle cabbage, and cook home-cooked dishes...

It was another morning. Meng Gaoyang, with sweat on his forehead, crawled out of the cabin, went back to his room, washed his face briefly, 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 steamy restaurant outside.

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, Master Meng? Has the cabin temperature dropped? Can we set off soon?"

"I'll go downstairs, I'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. He glanced at the busy figures in the kitchen and shouted at the top of his voice, "Let's eat, Liang Zhao. What else are you doing? Keep your breakfast simple."

"Right here, you guys eat first."

The old man said nothing more after hearing this. He pulled out a stool and sat down, eating a steamed bun and a piece of cowpea.

Two minutes later, Liang Zhao, holding a towel in his hands, walked towards the dining table carrying a large two-handled ceramic bowl.

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 the aroma filled his nose. 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.

After eating a few mouthfuls, he felt hungry again. The old man 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 very quickly."

People who used to be able to cook porridge into sesame paste can now serve steamed eggs. The progress is indeed rapid.

"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 loves to sleep in..."

Zheng Yijie realized something was wrong halfway through his speech and stopped talking immediately, changing the subject: "Haha, he doesn't like to get up early."

The old man laughed, "You are kind enough to give him face. But today he is not sleeping in, so he is in the driver's seat. 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 corridor.

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 out of breath. He said to everyone mysteriously, "I'm here to add more dishes. Guess what's delicious?"

Driving room 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, but Liang Zhao, who was sitting across the table, raised his head and looked at Gu Mengran with a smile, "What dish? You should give me some hints."

"Meat." The smile in Gu Mengran's eyes deepened.

Liang Zhao held his chin and pretended to think. After five seconds, he raised his eyebrows and asked uncertainly, "Dried beef?"

"Congratulations on your guess!"

Zheng Yijie: ...Let your uncle spoil him.

After breakfast, the Wind Wing set sail again.

It’s not even a week yet and Zheng Yijie is temporarily unable to drive the Wind Wing independently, so the ones who remain on duty in the cockpit today are still him and his grandfather.

How many days has it been? He no longer wants to be on duty with his grandfather. It’s not that his grandfather is bad, but the age gap is there. Apart from studying hard, there is really nothing to talk about!

Once the anchor chain was retracted, the boat started to move and was basically idle. Zheng Yijie lay on the moon chair left by Gu Mengran, flipping through a small notebook that was almost worn out, and sighed in boredom.

He thought his voice was not loud, but as soon as he made a sound, the old man holding the rudder immediately looked over and asked, "Why are you sighing? What don't you understand?"

"not--"

As soon as he said a word, Zheng Yijie suddenly realized that he was not completely out of 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 were brothers?"

They are not brothers, but their relationship is so good? Zheng Yijie was excited, propped up his feet and sat up, and asked with interest: "Doesn't Guan Liangzhao call Meng Ran brother?"

The old man laughed and said, "You only call me that in front of outsiders, but don't you often call me by my name at home?"

"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 should not 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. If they are not brothers, their relationship cannot be explained...

Zheng Yijie, whose thinking process is different from that of ordinary people, said: "Couple?"

"puff--"

A mouthful of tea sprayed all over the rudder. The old man didn't even bother to wipe his mouth. He turned his head and looked at Zheng Yijie, panicking and asking, "You can guess this?"

Seeing this reaction, Zheng Yijie stood up suddenly, his eyes wide open.

"Fuck, really?"