ChinChuan

Attention: 1.This is a translation of a part of a fanfiction in a fanbook <Pravda>, please don't spread it out. 2.Author:钠欧 ------------------------------ In the dusk which put 627 days off, Wang Yao eventually waited until the order form coming, as what originally planed. Although knowing there was probably nothing on that ship, he also solved his carelessness, then entered from the wicket door with a list in hand, stepping on the greasy dirty floor. Every passageway liked an abandoned factory, there were unknown chemical compound in the chinks. The signs from welding and cutting were everywhere in the room with equi

Notice: 1.NOT written by me, the original writter is 一梦, I just translated it. 2.My English is poor...if there is any wrongs, please tell me. 3.OOC a little. Set as normal people. ------------------------------------------ Near the station of that row of small shops , there is a small bakery , the owner is a man named Ivan Braginski who is a Russian youth. Small storefront is always full of people , not only because there is always warm aroma drifting out from the store and making people feel happy , but also the owner Ivan is always with a happy smile - all these make people unconsciously want to walk into the store , pick a fr

On the portable machine the red lights are flashing brightly, accompany with loud beeping alarm, pointer of indicator display panel is rotating back and forth. Torres who is observing near them cut off synesthesia immediately by pressing a button, his mouth still shouting: "Wang! Emergency! Your neurons will soon collapse, wake up now! Wang Yao!" Yao awoke; the body seems to still in the narrow bunk, muscles and skeletons are packed too painfully. Slowly opened his eyes, he could only see the white ceiling, not the bedplate made by wood. Torres sees him awake, all the index on the indicators display panel also returned to normal, relievedly