The Speaking Pork Trotter

In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution.
It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion.
Steel and flesh, past and future.
In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach.
The darkness is slowly creeping in.
But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness.
Gotta use fire.

Naming Technique of the Night

Lordbluefire

"Do you blame me for these years?" the middle-aged woman asked.


"I don't blame you; I blame myself for being immature when I was younger. Back then, you always advised me to take some courses and study, but I never listened to you. Now that I'm this age, I've started reading and learning," Luo Wanya said.


The middle-aged woman took out her wallet and pulled out a card: "In the past, you always avoided me and didn't dare to come see me. This time, you're coming openly, so you must have really let it go. Lao Luo, thank you for 21 years."


Lao Luo rubbed the steering wheel: "Why thank me? I wasted two years of your time, making you worry all the time being with me."


591, A Matter Without Regret (Seeking Monthly Votes)