I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Song Guicheng hadn't cried for a long, long time.

There is constant heavy rain in his heart and a dried-up lake in his eyes.

Song Guicheng was shorter than Wu Zhi, with a slender waist that could be encircled by one hand. Wu Zhi held him in his arms, feeling the tears spreading from the spot on his chest into a large area.

He could clearly smell the scent of Song Guicheng, like a bunch of gardenias growing in a bamboo forest, washed by heavy rain. Just like this person, breaking through the narrow and secluded place, he was still willing to bring a ray of fragrance to the world.

This is why he prefers this person. He is scarred all over by his softness, and he turns his softness into his weapon.

He has seen the coldness of human hearts and the cruelty of the world. He knows that there are many obstacles and that gains and losses are not equal. He is angry, resentful, hateful, and sarcastic. He pretends, he hides, he calculates, and he seeks revenge. But he does not vent his anger on others, he is not indifferent, he is not jealous, and he does not blame the world.

Wu Zhi stroked the back of Song Guicheng's fair neck again and again. This was a very soothing gesture. He did not ask the person in his arms to stop crying, but just said: "You did well enough. You can't do better."

Song Guicheng's trembling shoulders froze for a moment, and then suddenly relaxed.

Sometimes in his dreams at midnight, he always wondered, if he could go back to that day, the day when Song Yujie hugged him and kissed him, would he smash his head with the vase on the bedside table, scratch his face with the fragments, cut open his abdomen, and stuff the bloody fragments into his stomach.

There will be no such ten years after that.

But he couldn't do it.

There was too much tenderness in those ten years. It was his elder brother who took care of him when he was sick, it was his elder brother who bought him a cake and sang happy birthday on his birthday, and it was his elder brother who dissuaded his father from taking his heart...

They have walked too many roads together, dark and depressing corridors, tree-lined boulevards with spots of light, and neon-lit night streets... There are only the two of them, just the two of them.

Even if he later knew that this was deliberately arranged by his father in order to cultivate his feelings for Song Yujie, does that mean that the path they walked together no longer exists? Does that mean that the life trajectory they coexisted with each other disappears?

Even if the inside is completely rotten, warmth still covers everything like soft flesh. If you want to heal it, you have to peel off the skin and bones and bleed.

He couldn't hate purely, the more he dug into it the more terrified he became, because that hatred was entangled with love and attachment, which could not be eliminated.

Gradually, he even relied on this feeling to grow and survive.

He is probably really a mean person, he is probably really a tamed dog.

Song Guicheng's voice was hoarse, no longer as gentle as before, and a bit torn: "Wu Zhi, I can't get better."

He could not get better. His heart was damaged by repeated burnings. He could no longer accept pure feelings, nor could he give pure feelings.

Wu Zhi slowly stepped back two steps, bent down to be level with Song Guicheng, and his eyes, as dark as the night, stared straight at the person in front of him.

Song Guicheng cried for too long, his nose and eyes were red, but he did not look disheveled. His eyelashes were wet, and his light brown pupils were blurred by tears, which made his eyes look more gentle and beautiful than usual.

Wu Zhi leaned so close, his voice was as cold as broken ice, but he did not feel the terrifying pressure. He said: "Don't measure yourself by the way others treat you. The fact that you came into this world is a priceless treasure."

The god on the top of the snowy mountain, wrapped in snow and wind, mixed with frost, broke through the vast night of shackles and fell into a heavy rain. His embrace was cold, like ice that could not be warmed, and his face was cold and solemn, like a stone statue high above. But in an instant, fourteen years of pain, confusion, hesitation, and struggle seemed to have a place to go.

This moment is eternity.