I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Xie Siyou and Chen Xinke were shocked by Song Guicheng's violent reaction.

His handsome face was pale, his delicate and gentle eyebrows were covered by a thin layer of shadow, his pupils were constricted, and his light-colored lips were trembling slightly, unable to hide his panic and helplessness.

As if he had seen something extremely terrifying, his body shook twice, like a dandelion about to be blown away by the wind, and was about to fall down.

Xie Siyou had never seen Song Guicheng lose his composure like this. In his impression, Song Guicheng was gentle, calm, rational, and able to remain calm in times of crisis. But now he was like porcelain that would break at the slightest touch, easily fragile and breakable.

He didn't dare to speak loudly. Seeing the priest getting closer and closer under Song Guicheng's almost dull gaze, he had to remind him: "Brother, he's coming."

Song Guicheng seemed to be brought back to his senses by Xie Siyou's words. He pinched his palm hard and forced himself to look at the face that was getting closer and closer to him.

The priest shuttled between the light and shadow, and the light spots followed him like a shadow. His sapphire eyes were peaceful and quiet, with a gentle smile, and he finally stood in front of the four people.

He opened his mouth slowly: "Dear friends, welcome to Timo Church." The priest's voice was as mellow as the ending note of a cello, soothing the restless corners of people's hearts.

This sound overlapped with the sound in his memories, ringing the bell in his mind, and the tail tone echoed in his ears, giving him tinnitus.

Song Guicheng seemed to have returned to normal. Apart from his extremely pale face, there was nothing unusual about him. Only he himself knew that his brain was like it was trapped in a heavy cloud and was unable to function.

He just smiled habitually: "Father, we are not believers, we are just tourists who come to visit."

If you listen carefully, you can hear the tail end of his voice becoming weak in the air for no reason, but fortunately no one noticed.

The priest smiled, a smile that was extremely inclusive: "The Lord is kind to everyone."

Chen Xinke watched the hostess walk past them with a cold expression, as if she didn't know them at all.

Song Guicheng's blood was still burning, and the boiling pain made it difficult for him to think calmly. He pinched his palm tightly and said, "We want to visit on our own, so there is no need to trouble the priest to guide us."

He looked into those sapphire eyes and saw his own reflection in the pupils.

His overly sharp eyesight made it possible for him to see clearly his current appearance, his pale face and his lips moving with difficulty.

The curve of his mouth was almost identical to the priest's smile.

At this moment, Song Guicheng was extremely aware of how deep a mark this person had left in his life.

His life restarted when he was 10 years old. The first hug, the first cry, and the first kiss after that all belonged to the person in front of him.

His elder brother - Song Yujie.

This person once held him in his arms and read to him in a gentle voice: "Standing empty on the jade steps, the birds are in a hurry to return. Where is the way home? The long pavilion is even shorter than the short pavilion."

Someone stood on the jade steps, waiting in vain. The bird returning to its nest flew hurriedly, urged by its desire to return. Where is my way back? I only saw long pavilions and short pavilions on the road.

The jade steps are still there, but there is no way back.

He felt an urge to flee, his blood burning so much that he almost vomited. He wanted to leave here, escape into the rain, and wash away all his past along with himself.

But it seemed as if his feet were nailed down and he could not move at all.

"Squeak-"

The church door suddenly opened again.

Xie Siyou originally thought it was a villager, but when the wind blew, he felt a chill on his back and shivered unconsciously. He turned his head and froze in place for a moment, so shocked that he forgot to breathe.

Xie Siyou was aware that the priest and Song Guicheng standing in front of him had reached the pinnacle of appearance among humans, but he never thought that anyone could escape the scope of humans.

The gloomy sky broke through the sunlight, casting a few strands behind him. His long black hair was blown by the wind, pulling the light.

Just a casual glance, and you can feel a sense of silence as if the wind and snow are about to return, and a sense of being unattainable.

But the next second, the light, the breeze, and the swaying green grass stopped silently, and ceased silently in the silence.

Song Guicheng was stunned, the smile on his lips still stiff, but all sounds suddenly disappeared from his ears, and the pair of emerald green eyes in front of him lost focus, and no longer looked at him.

The back of my neck suddenly felt cold, and the chill spread all the way down my spine, flowing through my blood, silently extinguishing the scorching fire.

Is it raining... he thought.

"Don't be afraid." The voice behind him was like broken ice hitting a wall and jade falling to the ground.

"Wu Zhi?"

"Ah."

Song Guicheng smelled the cold scent of frost and snow, and slowly loosened his hand that had left a bloody mark.

"Wu Zhi."

"Ah."

Song Guicheng's eyelashes trembled, and his delicate eyebrows drooped like a lonely spring branch.

"Wu Zhi..."

"Ah."

Song Guicheng turned around and rested his forehead against the cold chest.

Without any warning, tears flowed from my eyes like a shattered moon.

He lost too much sincerity in panic and swallowed too many tears in silence. Time cannot heal the wound, time is the wound.

"I'm so scared." He endured and restrained himself again and again, and his voice was still trembling when he said this.

He was so scared when his brother kissed him.

He was so scared when his brother held him in his arms.

He was so scared when his brother said he loved him.

He was so scared when he found out he was so much like his brother.

"I'm so scared." He grabbed Wu Zhi's clothes tightly and wanted to curl up in Wu Zhi's arms, his tears wetting the other's chest.

"Yeah," Wu Zhi gently stroked his back, all the way down along his spine, as if repairing Song Guicheng's soul, "I know."

I know your broken soul, I know your suppressed wounds, I know your cracked heart, I know it all.

From the moment the believers offer sacrifice, they are destined to confess everything before the gods. The more pious they are, the less they can hide.

Wu Zhi tightened his embrace inch by inch and kissed the ends of Song Guicheng's hair gently.

His only believer, the changing moment in his eternity, the burning heat in his coldness.

Wu Zhi recalled the first time he saw Song Guicheng, he saw his soul was like a crumpled piece of paper, curled up into a knot, unwilling to unfold to others, unwilling to easily reveal himself. But the edges and corners were filled with kindness and stubbornness, unwilling to hurt or give up easily.

This feeling is familiar.

Until later, he remembered more, like a shooting star in the unchanging night, lighting up his memory bit by bit.

"You belong to me," Wu Zhi let Song Guicheng's surging tears drown them both, "You belonged to me from the beginning."

Everything in the copy stopped flowing, leaving only the two people hugging each other tightly in the church. They were in the stagnant torrent of time. In this short gap of time, they let winter, autumn, summer and spring flow backwards, let the stars, moon and sun turn inversely, this is the end, this is the return.