Star Dome: The opening made Black Tower regret for life

Chapter 268 The dream is to grow potatoes

Chapter 268 The dream is to grow potatoes

Chapter 268 The dream is to grow potatoes

After the drizzle, thousands of colorful fireworks were dragged like a fire in spring, heating up the whole city again. The cold rainy wind mixed with the gunpowder smoke, and there was a feeling that was neither strong nor light. The smell of gunpowder.

Through the thick glass of the cafe, Jiang Fan stared blankly at the crowd of people on the street who were rekindling their emotions, his pupils arrogant and full of thoughts.

A cup of macchiato was pushed across the table. Jiang Fan's heart moved slightly. He moved his eyes away from the window and looked back at Kafka across the table.

"I didn't expect you to be the first to come to the door." Jiang Fan lowered his head and stared at the cup of coffee, the dense milk foam swaying slightly in the wind.

"Then should I feel honored?" Kafka stirred the coffee with a spoon, "I thought that the black tower lady or the mirror stream lady would take the lead."

"Don't mention it, I almost think I'm a loner." Jiang Fan looked sad and felt like he was completely defeated when he mentioned this topic.

Jiang Fan picked up the coffee and took a sip, as if turning on some kind of switch. His voice gradually became louder, and every word he spoke sounded resentful, like a widow who had been widowed for a hundred years.

He said that he was really frustrated. After coming to Pinoconi, he was treated exactly the same as Xing. His grandma didn't care about his uncle, but no one sent him a text message asking him if he had eaten well in the morning and if he had a full lunch. some type of.

As the saying goes, isn’t it true that the mother worries when her son travels thousands of miles? Then it’s normal for the wife to worry when her husband travels thousands of miles away, right? Is it because he is too reliable that they don't have to worry?

Jiang Fan also said categorically that it was because I was too good and too dazzling. Do you still remember that young man who was very good at cooking? He also left feeling disappointed and blaming himself because he couldn't see my back!

Kafka sipped the coffee and really wanted to grab the cake on the plate and stuff it into Jiang Fan's mouth.

There were not many customers in the coffee shop on the corner. There were only five people including the manager who was standing behind the dining table wiping the cups. They were sitting in the corner by the window, and with the sound of fireworks exploding, there were basically no other customers. People couldn't hear what they said clearly.

Kafka listened to Jiang Fan's complaints one after another, and nodded in agreement. After a long absence, he felt that this scene seemed familiar, as if one day many years ago, they were sitting in a coffee shop and communicating like this.

Kafka calmly put down the cup in his hand and stared into the complaining eyes: "So, have you never considered that Pinoconi has some kind of signal shielding device?"

"Eh?" Jiang Fan's eyes twitched slightly, "But my mobile phone terminal is connected to the Black Tower Space Station. Is there really something that can block the signal of the space station?"

It's not that he hasn't imagined this possibility, but the mobile phone signals of Theresa and Elise around him are completely fine, and they can receive text messages to each other in time, and even send videos of dozens of minutes without any delay.

Moreover, the antenna module built into his mobile phone is directly connected to the Black Tower Space Station. I thought there was no problem even when Xianzhou and the space station were several galaxies apart. How could it be easily blocked?

It was precisely because he believed in the Black Tower that he had not thought about the signal shielding so far. But now with Kafka's understatement, he suddenly realized that there was someone outside the world, someone outside the world, and maybe it was someone. A device that blocks signals.

"So you actually think this situation is reasonable?" Kafka looked him up and down and shook his head helplessly.

"You obviously had more ways to get in touch with them, but you chose the most ordinary way to deal with it." Kafka said softly, as if mumbling.

"I can't help it. I never felt that I was actually a god from beginning to end. I'm not very interested in becoming a god. If possible, I would rather grow potatoes at home." Jiang Fan answered honestly.

After taking over the destiny of immortality, his life has indeed undergone almost earth-shaking changes. Even sitting in a teahouse and spending his days leisurely will be said that he is caring for the people and enjoying himself with the people.

Even sometimes when I sit in the pavilion in a daze, the passing Xianzhou people will give me a thumbs up and say that I am indeed Lord Chang Heng Siming. Such a serious expression must be to understand the truth and mystery of the universe.

In fact, he realized the truth, he was really in a daze, but no one believed it. Although Jingliu believed in it, Jingyuan also believed it, but other Xianzhou people didn't believe it, and his disciple Sun Yanqing only thought that it was a kind of cultivation.

At first he was quite happy and felt that this kind of life was not bad, but soon he felt a headache. With the aura of the Immortal Star God around, even when he went out for a walk, people from the Immortal Boats would kneel down and kowtow at every turn, saying "Yes" Siming came to Weifu for a private visit.

Kafka was silent for a few seconds, then took his mobile phone over: "Humanity's understanding of the Star God is still based on words. If there is a day when you really become a Star God, maybe your destiny will also be all of you."

"This power is far heavier than you think. But there are some things you can do if you grit your teeth and work hard, but for most things it's useless if you block your life with determination to die. In the end, you can rely on It’s still power, isn’t it?”

Jiang Fan was choked. He didn't know how to answer and had no reason to refute.

There are some things that you can really fight for if you try hard, but for most things it won't help even if you try your best. The essence of the existence of the universe is that the weak eat the strong. Even if it is cloaked in the guise of civilization, it cannot be changed.

"You have to learn to adapt to that power. Maybe one day the people around you will need that power to change everything, so don't think about growing potatoes." Kafka pushed his phone from the table, lowered his head and continued to stir. Drinking coffee that has gone cold.

When she said this, she lowered her head, and her long bangs hung down to block her eyes. Jiang Fan could not see her expression, but could only see a faint mocking smile on the corner of her mouth.

"You can leave the midnight snack until tonight. If you want to thank me, you don't have to make any promises." Kafka said lightly, "I need you to promise me to let Xing become the protagonist of Pinoconi and let her At the center of the storm."

"Um, okay."

Jiang Fan paused while flipping through his phone, and his eyes changed slightly. Then he continued to play with his phone, picking up the cup of cold coffee and drinking it nonchalantly.

Light rain fell outside the window again, crackling on the glass. Kafka turned his head to look, but Jiang Fan's reaction was half a beat slower. He looked at the fireworks rising and exploding in the rain, his thoughts far away, as if his thoughts were drifting far away. end of time.

Kafka finished the cup of coffee and slowly pressed his face against the window, listening to the sound of falling rain: "The moonlight is so beautiful, what do you think?"

Jiang Fan stared at the sun that hung high in the sky as if it would never go out. He was silent for a few seconds and then nodded: "Well, it's so beautiful."

Both of them were silent, but there was an indescribable meaning in the air, and the golden sun reflected in Kafka's pupils was getting dimmed inch by inch.

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The bonds between people are as thin as cicada wings.