Weird talk author drags the diary

"hiss--"

When Yu Liang read this, he felt a little strange.

Just as the consciousness Yu Liang said, all of this was full of coincidences, and his encounter and acquaintance with Xue Qing were all heavily arranged. If it were him, he would have the same fear.

A confidant who looks similar to Xu Cixi and understands her especially well, if she is a human being conceived by nature, then the reality would be too absurd.

The guess of the conscious mind Yu Liang was not without reason, there was another being who awakened with him.

The root of the barrel man.

Since it was not the fate guided by the soul Yu Liang, it could only be the malice from the root of the barrel man.

Although we don’t know what Bucket Man Genyuan wants to do, it is obvious that it is definitely not a good thing.

Uh, is it, uh, poisoning?

However, judging from the situation in the diary, the conscious Yu Liang has already realized that there is a problem. Judging from the small PS note, he is not seriously injured, so now Yu Liang is really curious about the subsequent plot developments.

After all, the consciousness Yu Liang is also a part of "Yu Liang", so he should not be harmed by the root of the barrel man, right?

-

When facing a threat, whether it is an animal or a human, their instinct is to stay away, because only by ensuring their own safety can they have the spare time to enjoy the rest of life.

I thought so too, so I ran away.

In order to avoid the trap set by the Zhongtongren, I hid on the spot and returned to the safest air base, cutting off all contact with Xueqing.

Logically speaking, I shouldn't have feelings for anyone in this timeline, that would only harm them, because no one could accept a person who could only wake up for a week in several years, right?

Emotionally speaking, this may be my revenge on that "keyboard", and I will not regret it.

Besides, there is only one simple way to verify this.

Continue to sleep.

As long as the root of the barrel man is dragged back into the dream and Xueqing's living conditions are observed, as long as the difference can be found, it can be determined whether the root of the barrel man has been tampered with.

-

Yu Liang turned the pages silently, feeling unhappy.

Did the consciousness Yu Liang choose to hide like this?
There is no follow-up between the two of them?
Well, I escaped very decisively, which to some extent could be said to be a manly way of acting.

Of course, what Yu Liang was unwilling to admit was that this style of behavior was actually almost the same as his.

After all, there is no such thing as unforgettable love, which will never happen in such a place where strange things happen. The rationality required for survival must always be higher than the surging emotions in the heart.

Yu Liang felt that this diary still has a sequel, which means that the story of the consciousness Yu Liang and Xue Qing may not be over yet.

-

The next time I woke up was two years later.

After getting the promise of a "five-day vacation" from my soul, I walked slowly but without stopping towards the familiar suspension train line and waited for the train at the fixed time at the station.

The first step I took onto the train, I noticed that familiar figure. She was sitting in a south-facing seat, reading slowly, her fingers resting on the spine of the book, tapping the beats in time with the music in her headphones.

The gentle morning sunlight penetrated the glass and shone on her face, outlining a subtle curve. Her originally black hair appeared brilliant gold under the sunlight.

She is always such a regular woman, so I am sure I can find her on this train. Unlike the previous two years, she now seems to like wearing this kind of sweater that looks more gentle. The light and not exaggerated gray-brown color is out of tune with the guys around her who are dressed in strange clothes.

There was no opening remarks or excuses. I just sat beside her silently. I recommended the book to her.

She noticed something, so she slowly raised her head and looked at my expression, which changed from confusion to surprise and then returned to its usual calmness. She smiled and said, "Is this train your resurrection point?"

"Maybe." I just smiled.

The first communication after our reunion two years later was a little unexpected for me, but everything was natural. She didn't ask me about my sudden departure, as if our relationship had not reached the point where we missed each other.

In fact, I think it is enough to reach this point, after all, a sleeping person cannot move forward even one step.

I have looked for a lot of evidence, all of which can show that Xue Qing is not the creation of the barrel man's origin. She is just like a confidant who is randomly refreshed in this city and is a coincidence in this timeline.

Five days was a very short time. I disappeared suddenly as usual, and she still did not try to find me. She just let life return to its peaceful state.

-

Yu Liang frowned slightly. There was nothing special about these words. It seemed that the conscious Yu Liang was only recording his experiences after waking up after a period of time. Apart from that, he didn't write anything else. However, he still read something wrong from them.

Something very slightly wrong.

What does this feel like?

It's like there's a shadow puppet, and the person behind the curtain is performing a dull shadow play, but as you watch, you realize that the shadow puppet on the curtain barely makes a gesture -

run.

Obviously, there are other deeper meanings in what the consciousness Yu Liang wrote.

But is there any deep meaning that cannot be written directly in a diary?

I am the only one in the captain's room. Even the original spirit Yu Liang was driven out. Who is the conscious spirit Yu Liang trying to hide from?

Yu Liang was a little confused, but he couldn't figure it out at the moment, so he just continued to read the diary.

The following content is actually more or less the same. During this long period of time, the consciousness Yu Liang would wake up for a few days every once in a while. The city was changing with each passing day, and he could always find Xue Qing's existence not long after waking up.

Sometimes it's on a train, sometimes in a cafe, and sometimes somewhere both of them know.

But other than that, they didn't have any more communication. Just like what the consciousness Yu Liang himself felt, they had always been friends, and that was enough.

When they were still young, they had experienced obvious emotional throbbing and did ambiguous things in ambiguous places, but in the end no one took the initiative to speak.

As for their old age, their relationship became even more dull. Time had gradually aged the faces of the gods Yu Liang and Xue Qing, but their attitudes towards birth, aging, sickness and death were surprisingly consistent.

In this world, immortality is just a curse.

Many pages later, the conscious soul Yu Liang was nearly fifty years old and his body functions began to decline, but he did not accept the transformation proposed by the original soul Yu Liang, and just maintained the same aging rate as Xue Qing.

Of course, even though she is nearly fifty years old, Xue Qing can still be said to have retained her charm, and the passage of time has only added a few wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

Until a conversation between the two people appeared in the diary. This conversation did not mention the scene and time, but Yu Liang was willing to put it in a small park with sunset and evening breeze.

The two of them read quietly, enjoying the hard-earned time together, and suddenly, Xue Qing spoke.

Her eyes were still fixed on the page, and she asked with interest: "You know what? Our relationship shouldn't have ended like it did so many years ago."

"Of course, but no one wants to be with someone like me, right? I always disappear and reappear, as if I am busy with something unknown." The God of Consciousness Yu Liang did not care too much about this issue. After so many years, he had long let it go.

"No, I don't care." Xue Qing just shook her head slowly. "Both passion and indifference are ways of expressing feelings. Personally, I prefer the latter. Even if I spend a few years reminiscing about these days, and then spend the same amount of time waiting for the next few days, it's the same to me."

"What is that?" The consciousness was a little confused.

"It was the look you gave me a long time ago." Xue Qing stared straight at Consciousness, "It was a kind of... scrutinizing look."

She seemed to realize that there was something wrong with her choice of words, so she smiled and continued, "No, it can't be called scrutiny, because in your eyes we are all equal."

The consciousness Yu Liang might have thought of his initial doubts about Xue Qing's identity, so he didn't say anything.

"In your eyes, I'm just like a... game character." Xue Qing bluntly said what she had been thinking for so many years, "I can't control my own destiny. It's like I'm being manipulated unconsciously, right?"

-

I really didn't expect that Xueqing could be so sensitive about this matter, but I could tell from her tone that she had no ill intentions and just felt a little confused about it.

No, after so many years, she no longer doubted this matter, she was just curious about it.

Just as she said, she felt that her destiny was controlled by others. With the appearance of "I", she began to realize that this city was a "Truman Show", but no one was the real Truman. In fact, everyone was Truman.

I wanted to know how she discovered this fact through her own efforts and research, but she didn't tell me clearly. She just took me to visit various sights in the city again, just like the week we met.

-

Interestingly, we proved the same thing.

She and I are indeed equal, my dimension is not higher than hers, and my destiny is subject to the same special pull as hers.

It is not the soul Yu Liang who is directing the plot, nor is it the barrel man root who is fabricating fate.

But it is a "keyboard" outside of Truman.

If failure is inevitable, then I might as well think about my diary, think about my encounter with her, and think about these two words.

-

The content recorded in the diary ended here. Yu Liang wanted to continue reading, but the page after that did not exist. It was just a few sheets of draft paper for practicing calligraphy.

If you weren't careful, the draft papers would fall out of the diary and float all over the captain's room.

The consciousness Yu Liang had practiced calligraphy professionally, just like a childish boy who wanted to be praised.

However, the words on these draft papers are neat and identical.

Countless identical words are arranged together to form a precise madness.

"Transcendence".

Just like a crazy person who copied the name of his or her idol or goddess. (End of this chapter)