I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

"Brother," Cangmu knocked on the door twice gently from outside, "dinner is ready."

Song Guicheng suddenly came to his senses and found that the sky outside had darkened a lot. He quickly replied, "Okay, I'm coming." He put down the cloth in his hand, opened the door and left the room.

The light and shadows danced on his back, but he did not turn around or look back.

Although the light was getting dimmer, the luster of the sculptures did not diminish at all. Song Guicheng then realized that this special material was not reflecting the light projected from the sky, but was actually shining.

In the yard, there was a stone table, two wine glasses, and three or four side dishes.

Hao Yu was leaning on the table, her black hair scattered, revealing half of her face, her skin was as white as jade, her eyebrows were as black as ink, and her moon-white brocade robe was blown by the wind, making her look quite elegant.

It looked like he had drunk several cups alone. When he saw Song Guicheng coming over, he raised his chin towards him and said, "Come here."

Song Guicheng glanced at his stern face, moved over carefully, and sat down at his signal.

Hao Yu poured him a glass of wine.

Song Guicheng finished drinking it tremblingly.

Most people would become more casual after drinking, but Haoyu was different. After a few drinks, his face and expression became cold. He didn't look like someone was calling him to eat, but rather like someone was calling him to be beaten.

"Senior..." Song Guicheng called weakly.

Gao Yu: "Yeah." He poured himself another glass of wine and drank it, ignoring Song Guicheng.

The two of them sat in silence, one drinking and the other eating, and the atmosphere gradually became harmonious.

The vegetables and meat tasted good, but it was hard to tell what the ingredients were. Song Guicheng tactfully didn't ask and just focused on eating.

With a "bang", Hao Yu suddenly put down the wine jug heavily. Song Guicheng stopped eating and put down his chopsticks.

But Haoyu didn't pay any attention to his reaction. She just kept muttering: "Damn it, if it weren't for that bastard Wu Zhi, I would still be living a carefree life in Zhongshan. Why would I come here to be someone's nanny!"

Song Guicheng...What else could Song Guicheng do? He could only listen silently.

Hao Yu kept on talking for a while, from the beginning when they first met to how many times Wu Zhi had cheated him. The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and the more he talked, the more he spoke, just like a pot of endless wine.

Song Guicheng listened carefully and poured himself a glass of wine. The wine tasted sweet and refreshing, with a refreshing aroma of grass, papaya and fruit, without any spiciness or stimulation. However, the aftereffects of the wine could be seen from Haoyu's reaction.

He lowered his eyes and watched the clear wine in the glass reflecting the gradually darkening sky. The darkness slowly spread from the surroundings to the center, like ink spots smudged on pure white paper.

It was half light and half dark all around, fluorescent lights flickered in the yard, and the light danced faintly on the faces of the two people sitting opposite each other, one was cold and beautiful, the other was gentle. The former put down a glass and drank, while the latter took small sips.

But no matter whether they were excited or silent, in fact, both of them had a feeling in their hearts, which was missing.

Hao Yu has few close friends, and Wu Zhi is one of them. Otherwise, he would not bother to play chess with him and would just shut himself up and not see him.

"How could the world give birth to a god like Wu Zhi?" Hao Yu held the wine glass in his hand, his eyes lingering on a butterfly that was about to land in the yard. His tone was puzzled and sighing. "A god who is too soft-hearted can't be a good god."

Song Guicheng tightened his fingers, his eyebrows moved slightly, and asked, "Why?"

Hao Yu's gaze fell from Butterfly to Song Guicheng. There was no difference in the way he looked at the two of them, indifferent and nonchalant.

"Because the job of gods is to maintain order, follow the four seasons, watch the flowers bloom and fall, and observe the creation and destruction of things from afar, rather than..." Hao Yu hinted, "to interfere with the fate of any party."