Doomsday simulator, I prove extraordinary with swordsmanship

Although she didn't communicate with Zhao Cheng at all, she was not an ordinary person after all. In just a short time, she had already outlined a profile of Zhao Cheng's image in her heart.

Difficult, sober, determined, confused, lonely, habitually keep a distance from the world and people around, and immerse yourself in your own world.

Here, the difficulties come from the observation of Zhao Cheng's clothes. As for the latter, they are judged through the temperament and demeanor and the feeling of superpowers.

Such people are not rare in this world.

In her judgment, Zhao Cheng is undoubtedly still in the trough of his life now. Although he is going out with difficulty, there is still a long way to go when he comes out.

Undoubtedly, people who are in such a low point are the easiest to attack.

If there is such a person, go to accompany him, to encourage him, the favorability can definitely be filled up directly.

But the reality is that such a person, at such a stage, is often not encountered by such a person.

And in the future, after this period of time has passed, there will be no one who can walk into the heart of this kind of person.

I have to say that many things in the world are always so helpless, either because the time is wrong or the person is wrong.

However, such thoughts lasted only for a moment, and Li Qingmeng stopped thinking about them.

She judged subjectively that Zhao Cheng and her were not in the same world. Indeed, she was aware of this, but she had no reason to be that person.

With no relatives and no reason, her kindness is not so much.

In a blink of an eye, this matter was forgotten by her.

...

After the rain subsided, Zhao Cheng walked towards his rental house holding an umbrella.

Because it was summer, he was wearing very thin clothes, and it rained at night to cool down, and the wind and rain hit his body, and the chill was strong.

It was windy and rainy, and except for scattered cars, there were almost no pedestrians on the street. Although the world was not quiet, Zhao Cheng still felt a sense of complete silence.

The rain wets the clothes, and the water on the road wets the shoes, which are sticky and cold. The wind blows the umbrella, and the resistance is not small.

He felt a little embarrassed, but he also felt that these were nothing.

After struggling to return to his rental house, the moment he opened the door, the room was dark and empty, and the momentary sense of loneliness made him stunned.

For a moment, he even felt that life seemed meaningless.

Fortunately, it was only for a moment.

After that, he mechanically washed and changed his clothes, listening to the desolate wind and rain outside the window, it seemed that he was the only one left in the whole world.

Didi!

Right here, Zhao Cheng's cell phone rang, it was an invitation for a video call, and the note was Zhao Xiaoxiang.

"Zhao Cheng, Zhao Cheng..."

After the call was connected, Zhao Xiaoxiang waved his hands on the phone, his eyes became crescent moons.

"how have you been?"

Zhao Xiaoxiang asked.

"Well, it should be alive, not dead."

Zhao Cheng pondered for a moment, then responded.

"If you say that, I'm relieved."

Zhao Xiaoxiang nodded in satisfaction.

"Let me tell you, just now I took a nap and had a dream. In the dream, I traveled to a different world. As for you, you were captured by the villain at the beginning, and you had to sacrifice it as a sacrifice. It was me, holding it with one hand. Sword, only brushed the final boss, which saved you..."

Zhao Xiaoxiang babbled.

Hearing this, Zhao Cheng chose to ignore Zhao Xiaoxiang's nap at night. As for life, how could this thing be meaningless? !

"Zhao Xiaoxiang, I seriously doubt that your dream is a result of some kind of artistic processing. What kind of villain can catch me?"

"I, Zhao Wudi Cheng, even if I bear..."

The two chatted for a while, and before ending the call, Zhao Xiaoxiang said that he would surprise Zhao Cheng.

As the phone was hung up, the rental house suddenly became quiet, only the sound of wind and rain outside.

But the same scene, but because of the different moods of people, gives people a completely different feeling.

At this moment, Zhao Cheng only felt that the sky was bright and the air was clear, and the sun was breezy.

Even now, it's actually raining, at night.

...

For several days after that, the past was repeated, that is, after two days of rain, the weather cleared up.

Zhao Cheng did almost the same things every day, but because of the surprise Zhao Xiaoxiang said, he had a little more expectation, and his mood was also subtly different.

The girl at the front desk, after watching the video every day, still habitually dragged him to chat and gossip, but it wasn't because she had a deep relationship with Zhao Cheng, she was just pure and needed an audience.

The most important thing is that among all the people in the Kendo Gym, Zhao Cheng is the only one who doesn't argue with her.

Undoubtedly, what she wants is not a chat partner, but a, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes..., such a good listener.

...

On Friday night, Zhao Cheng came home from get off work, and at the door of his house, he saw Zhao Xiaoxiang's surprise.

"surprise!"

Zhao Xiaoxiang, who was squatting at the door, jumped up.

"stop!"

Zhao Cheng stretched out his hand to stop Zhao Xiaoxiang from making any further moves.

"This is the surprise you said?!"

Zhao Cheng's head is a little messed up.

Indeed, for Zhao Xiaoxiang, this time is summer vacation.

"Why, you don't like this surprise?!"

Zhao Xiaoxiang's eyes became dangerous.

"like."

Zhao Cheng took it seriously.

"Unexpectedly, you are starting to like the minimalist style now."

After Zhao Xiaoxiang entered the room, he nodded.

Low EQ: Poverty.

High emotional intelligence: minimalist style.

"Have you booked a place to stay?"

Zhao Cheng asked.

"Wait, I'm here to join you, you asked me to book a place outside?!"

Zhao Xiaoxiang responded.

"I like your bed very much. Now it's mine. I think this one is very suitable for laying on the floor."

Zhao Xiaoxiang turned against the guest, as if he was the master here.

The place Zhao Xiaoxiang mentioned was where Zhao Cheng practiced swordsmanship on a daily basis.

In order to facilitate the practice of swordsmanship, although his room is a single room, the area is not small.

"Zhao Cheng, have you thought about the future?"

After turning off the lights, Zhao Xiaoxiang lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling under the dim light.

"In the future, whatever happens."

Zhao Cheng said that the floor was a bit hard, but it was not a big problem.

"What about marriage?"

Zhao Xiaoxiang asked again.

"It's not good to push other people's daughters into the fire pit!"

Zhao Cheng gasped.

"That's not what you said before. I still remember that a few years ago, someone kept saying, Wu Yiran, how could I live without you? Why is it now a pit of fire?"

Zhao Xiaoxiang spoke venomously.

Zhao Cheng felt that this question was not very easy to answer. When who hadn't died young, he felt that his biggest mistake back then was not what he said, but that he had the courage to tell Zhao Xiaoxiang about it. .

"So, don't get married?!"

Seeing that Zhao Cheng didn't speak, Zhao Xiaoxiang changed the subject.

"It's all right!"

Zhao Cheng looked at the ceiling and felt that the younger sister seemed to be the less cute the bigger she was.