"There's no love... I'm the same, I'm thinking about you in my sleep and dreams." Rosie lowered her eyes, responding slightly unnaturally to the other party's love words.He is not used to often talking about his love for Deng Huailing, but he is willing to say it shyly and seriously, even if he stumbles and almost bites his tongue a few times.

He was close to Deng Huailing's forehead, the other's breath was hot, and the sound of slow breathing was clearly audible, as if he was identifying the scent of the prey, thinking about how to eat him bit by bit.

Hearing his unfamiliar love words, Deng Huailing smiled softly.Rosie tried to raise her eyes, and caught the playfulness in the other's eyes, "Huai Ling, do you like to see me blush?"

"You found out? Are you very smart?" Deng Huailing whispered ambiguously.The tone was obviously flirtatious, but what he said was teasing, "I like to tease you, because your blush looks like a boiled lobster. It's red on the outside but white on the inside. It looks delicious."

Rosie, who was looking forward to some romantic words from Deng Huailing, suddenly succeeded: "...What kind of metaphor is this! Why can't I be a burgundy red pomegranate flower, but a lobster? Are you that hungry?"

Before he punched the opponent on the shoulder in shame, Deng Huailing laughed, stuffed a large bouquet of white flowers into his arms, and blocked his attack, "For you. I picked them one by one in the greenhouse, go home and raise it, it should last for a long time.”

Rosie was stunned for a moment, hugged the flowers in her arms, and was speechless for a while.The bouquet was tight and firm, and countless eustomas were like clouds in the sky, filling his arms in a white and dense manner, and the faint fragrance made him dizzy.He lowered his head, his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, and held the flower stalk tightly:

"This is the first time you have given me flowers."

He didn't count the time Deng Huailing gave Rosie.On that snowy night before the New Year, he looked at Deng Huailing's gentle eyes in an uncontrollable body, smelled the fragrance of eustoma, and told himself sourly that it did not belong to him.Either that flower or that person.

Rosie can't remember how long she longed for Deng Huailing's attention, maybe longer than he realized.He thought that this moment would never come, but now, that person was sitting leisurely on the steps, holding the bouquet prepared for him, and waiting for his arrival wholeheartedly.

"There will be more times in the future, as long as you want, I can send you a bunch of different ones every day." Deng Huailing stood up from the steps, holding Rosie's hand with calloused fingers, "YouIt couldn’t be easier to want my love. I will always stand within your reach, you only need to hook your fingers, and love will come to you.”

He caressed Rosie's cheek through the flower, and the blooming petals and slightly opened buds filled the gap between them, but none of them was as beautiful as the bright-eyed leader, "That about RoseA memory, I see it. What I want to say to you is that I will not suddenly disappear, nor will I leave you like that; you already have me, and you will never have to worry about losing it—I promise you.”

There seemed to be many dark memories flashing in Rosie's dark eyes, but in Deng Huailing's words, a warm and bright smile condensed.He looked up at the other party and nodded heavily: "Well, I believe you."

Then he held Deng Huailing's hand back hard, and the light reflected by the black ring flickered, "I'll take you home, okay?"

"Of course." Deng Huailing raised the hands they clasped and kissed his fingertips.

He led Deng Huailing down the stairs, and they looked like ordinary couples out for a walk in the setting sun, their figures were very close to each other.With flowers in Rosie's arms, Deng Huailing replaced her held right hand with her left, freeing her right hand to hook the other's waist, and the two walked forward slowly cuddling.

The artificial sunlight of the military hospital gradually dims when it extends to the steps in front of the door. The darker and vaster space outside the hospital is the underground city of the administrative jurisdiction area of East 1 of District 2.Steel bars and cement grow on the exposed rock, and the densely forested buildings are intertwined, making the entire underground city look like the drowsy and humid South American jungle a hundred years ago, and the light source hanging above the public place is the summer night floating in the jungle.fireflies.

It is also an underground building, but it is thousands of times larger than the God's Residence and the black market in Cesina City, and it is also more prosperous and lively.People in Dong 1 crowded the corners of the city. Rosie and Deng Huailing were swept into the crowd almost as soon as they left the hospital.

It was the evening, and all the artificial light sources turned to a soft orange. The setting sun was painted on the tired but relaxed faces, and the people who had finished their work walked side by side, as warm as an oil painting.

Since Rosie returned to the position of leader, the lifeless appearance of the second district has been turned upside down for ten years.After the leader declared dictatorship, he did not implement tyranny and enslave the people as people feared. Instead, he took the power of the adjudicators into his hands and vigorously promoted policies to stimulate economic vitality.Within a month, the second district began to take the shape of a strong economy ten years ago.

Many industries that were abandoned when Victor was in office have resumed normal operation. The twelve dungeons have opened up millions of jobs. A prosperous market and active communication channels have been established. Investments flow between dungeons in an orderly manner, as ifFresh blood was transfused into the dying body.

Most of the industries in the second district abide by the eight-hour work system, so this is the time when a large number of people return home. People pour out from their respective workplaces, talking and laughing and returning home.Even the shops on the side of the road turned off their signs and slowly lowered the curtain doors. This is an absolutely unimaginable scene in Cesina.

"I lived on the ground since I was a child, and I haven't been to the underground city with Master a few times." Deng Huailing hugged Rosie tightly in the crowded crowd, "Master said he didn't want to abandon the sun and become an underground insect. I used to think so tooYes, there is real sunshine and streams and forests above ground, but now it seems that living underground is not bad."

"If it was during the period when Victor was in power, your master's words would be true. In the past ten years, life here has been like hell. Tens of thousands of people braved intense radiation to settle on the ground in order to escape."

Rosie's eyes darkened, "Victor forced the people to sell their labor for him day and night, manufacturing arms to counter Piper's arsenal in East 3, and regularly recruiting young and middle-aged men, treating them as consumables, to participate in the battle against the main city.Terrorist attacks... After all, I misjudged the person and let this kind of thing happen in the second district."

"These are the past, Rosie, don't take all the responsibility on yourself." Deng Huailing stroked his waistline with his fingertips, and said against his sideburns.

The two boarded the wide platform on the side of the road. There were more pedestrians waiting here than on the road. Amidst the din of people, they could only get close to each other to hear what the other was saying, "You managed the second district very well,It won't be long before this place will return to the way it was ten years ago. So no need to regret it, are you right, young genius politician?"

Rosie curled the corners of her lips, a rare blushing at being praised for his political prowess.Every day, there are so many officials flattering him in the administrative center or online meetings, he always responds with a cold and alienated smile, but he can't calmly deal with Deng Huailing's joking compliments:

"Where am I a genius? I... the prosperity of the second district has nothing to do with me. Everything you see is built by the people of the second district with their own hands. Not a single brick was built by me.Not a single grain of wheat came out of my hands. I just sit there and make policy, I don’t work, I make mistakes from time to time, and I’m an average person at best.”

In front of them, the train whizzed by in the white tunnel, and the side door opened with the prompt sound.Rosie's hair was blown by the wind passing through the carriage. Holding flowers in his hands, he walked into the carriage with Deng Huailing, and the crowd rushed onto the train behind them.

This is the most common means of transportation in the second district, known as the "capsule train".The tunnel with the widest diameter is like an aorta, connecting several important hubs of the underground city. Extending from these hubs, the tunnel gradually narrows, the distance between stations becomes shorter, and the number of train cars decreases accordingly.At the end of the capillary, all that remains of the tunnel is a capsule-shaped carriage that can seat seven passengers.

The space of the underground city is limited, the terrain is steep and complicated, and there are no roads for vehicles, but through these white blood vessels, people can quickly reach any location.

Rosie and Deng Huailing found a side-by-side seat in the carriage. Amidst the chatter of the crowd, the train started smoothly and moved forward, with endless translucent white slipping through the window.They are slowly climbing through the entire dungeon.

The carriage shook slightly, making me fall asleep.Deng Huailing was about to continue the topic of genius or not just now, when she heard Rosie's voice weak and sleepy, "Huai Ling, I'll sleep for a while. Remember to wake me up after five stops."

Then Deng Huailing's shoulders sank, Rosie's hair softly rubbed against his neck, and her continuous breath fell on the crest of his neck.Rosie borrowed his shoulder, but as if she still remembered to pay the rent, she raised her head and kissed his sharp jawline, then closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully, breathing evenly.

Deng Huailing couldn't help laughing, his brows and eyes were full of connivance.He knew that Rosie hadn't fallen asleep, and the bouquet of eustomas was leaning impartially in her arms. If she really fell asleep, the bouquet would fall because she let go.Rosie couldn't bear that the flower quilt that Deng Huailing sent was bumped, so she sold him a big flaw, blatantly believing that he would not expose it.

—But why did he expose it?Rosie just wanted to experience for herself what it's like to sleep on the shoulder of a lover while riding a train.Deng Huailing thought happily, let the other party fall asleep proudly, and sleep as long as he wants.

He kept his shoulders still and looked at the car screen not far away.The evening news from District 2 was playing on the screen, for all the people like him who were riding the capsule train and doing nothing.

The content of the news is not new, most of it is the information that Deng Huailing read during the day, especially when the main characters of most of the news are pillowing on his shoulders and pretending to sleep, those anecdotes and anecdotes that have changed in the world seem ordinary.He looked away blandly, but heard a real-time news broadcast about the latest developments in the election of Mayor Cesina:

"...This is the fourth time that Robert Dillane has participated in the mayoral election. If he can continue to win this general election, he will become the first mayor in the history of Cesina to be in power for four consecutive terms.

"According to yesterday's statistics, Dylan and the other candidate were quite close in number of votes, and the number of votes between the two has risen alternately in the past week. However, after the round of vote counting at 6 o'clock this afternoon, the gap suddenly appeared.Lan led by 0.5% of the total votes, which is not a small advantage, and this advantage seems to be growing..."

Rosie's eyelashes trembled, and when she woke up from Deng Huailing's shoulder, her eyes were as clear as a knife.