Naming Technique of the Night
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.
233, time waits for no one
"Can you tell me who your disciple is?" the old man asked while lying in the hospital bed.
Uncle Li Dong shook his head, "No, he already has his own path now, and he is doing quite well. There's no need to expose him to the world so soon."
"Look at me, I'm practically in the grave. As a son, can't you fulfill even this small wish of your father?" the old man spoke softly, "The old man just wants to know what his little grandson is called and what he looks like. What harm could there be in that?"
"Don't play that game," Uncle Li Dong raised his eyebrows, "it's pointless to do so in front of me."