The days were ordinary and stable.
Until, half a month later.
Silently, the calendar entered the year 2122.
January.
The beginning.
Weather: Overcast.
Temperature: 4°C.
Very cold.
Yi Lin leisurely supported Ling Yiyi as they went outside to bask under the gloomy clouds.
To avoid startling passersby and in compliance with the "Pet Management Regulations," Wang Tiandi put a dog leash around his neck, leading himself while following behind Yi Lin and Ling Yiyi, munching on cold dog food, pain and pleasure intertwined.
That day, Yi Lin finally received a response from Little Fatty.
Little Fatty's message contained only a brief sentence.
"Time, place."
"The Capital, right away, you know the address."
"Remember, don't tell Brother Su!"
At the end, Little Fatty didn't forget to remind him of this matter.
Yi Lin really wanted to say.
He indeed had wanted to bring Brother Su into the group.
After all, starting with two tanks was as steady as an old dog.
