I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

On the third morning after entering the copy, Song Guicheng was awakened by the crackling sound of rain.

The rain started to fall in the second half of the night, and it wasn't heavy at first. He was nestled in Pei Shuangjin's arms at that time, their body temperatures intertwined, making him feel safe and comfortable, so he just turned over in a daze and quickly fell asleep again.

But the rain had been falling for several hours and there was no sign of stopping. Instead, it became heavier and heavier, gradually turning into a downpour. The raindrops hit the windows with a dull sound.

Song Guicheng opened the curtains, took out his phone and checked the time. It was almost eight o'clock. However, the sky outside the window was dark, with dark clouds falling, like early morning or evening. The trees outside the courtyard wall were swaying in the wind and rain, and the sound of the wind was like crying and complaining.

Pei Shuangjin came over, and the two of them watched in silence as the torrential rain washed over the world. However, this spring rain did not have any fresh and uplifting vitality, but only revealed a turbid and dull feeling.

It's bad weather.

Staring at the gray rainy day, one's mood will also become melancholy. Song Guicheng retracted his gaze and said, "Shall we set off after breakfast?"

When he was browsing his phone last night, he found his personal information in the phone album.

"Song Guicheng" is obviously a very meticulous person. All the photos in the album are classified and organized. There is an album named "Me". Song Guicheng guessed that the materials and photos stored in it should be related to himself.

But the photo album was locked. Song Guicheng could open the door lock in reality, but he couldn't open the phone lock, so he had to try all the passwords he guessed.

A few minutes later--

"You have entered your password incorrectly five times. Please try again in ten minutes."

Song Guicheng: ...

Pei Shuangjin had just come out of the bathroom after taking a shower, with a towel on his head and water droplets from his hair rolling down his cheeks.

He saw Song Guicheng frowning and looking at a loss, and then glanced at the phone Song Guicheng was holding. He understood instantly and stretched out his hand and said, "Give it to me."

Song Guicheng handed it over obediently and watched Pei Shuangjin turn on the computer, connect the phone to the computer, and tap the keyboard for a few minutes. After a while, the photo album opened.

Pei Shuangjin returned the phone to Song Guicheng and continued to slowly wipe his hair with a towel. His movements were very gentle, and his porcelain white hands were faintly visible among his black hair.

Was it so easily cracked?

Song Guicheng was stunned. He glanced at his phone, then glanced at Pei Shuangjin who was still calm. He thought, fortunately this is in a copy. If he did this in the real world, he might get arrested!

However, this skill is really useful in the dungeon, and Song Guicheng thought about asking Pei Shuangjin to teach him.

He opened the album while thinking, and as expected, he saw what he wanted. The album folder contained things like class schedules, ID photos, and identity certificates, which should be convenient for checking or submitting to the school at any time.

"I found it." Song Guicheng enlarged the picture and read out his home address word by word. It was also within Wuchiting, but he didn't know the exact location.

Pei Shuangjin put down the towel and said, "I'll drive you there tomorrow."

Song Guicheng blurted out: "Can you drive?"

Pei Shuangjin looked at Song Guicheng with an indescribable look, and said helplessly: "What kind of image do you have of me in your mind? A primitive man?"

What image? Song Guicheng pretended to swipe his phone guiltily, saying that he could speak through the air, take off at any time and anywhere, reach the moon in the sky, and catch turtles in the five oceans. He was like a great god with great magical powers and everything he could do.

Pei Shuangjin didn't know what she could read from his expression, so she didn't ask any more questions. She stood up and took the towel she had used to wipe her hair to the laundry room.

Song Guicheng was the only one left in the room. Silence suddenly rose in the night, permeating the entire room. He turned off his phone, fell on the pillow, and reviewed today's events again.

He had expected Nakano's death, but what surprised him was the scarf - the scarf that came from him but eventually pushed Nakano to the rope of death.

If he hadn't worn that scarf, he wouldn't have lost it. If it hadn't been lost, Nakano wouldn't have picked it up. If Nakano hadn't picked it up, this death wouldn't have happened.

But everything happened just so coincidentally, running slowly and quickly in different time and space, intersecting at some unexpected node. Nakano fell into the abyss of death step by step, precisely.

And this time, he is still a person who is both irrelevant and relevant in the whole incident.

Physical fatigue made Song Guicheng's mind begin to blur. He opened his eyes drowsily. In his hazy and watery vision, the light above his head turned into a layer of misty white gauze, gently covering his light brown pupils.

This copy didn't seem to require him to do anything, but both times he participated in everything just right in unexpected ways.

Both Yamamoto and Nakano died indirectly at his hands.

He was one of the complex forces, the fine wind that made up the storm. Before he knew it, he became the butterfly flapping its wings, or, perhaps, he was the storm itself.

This made Song Guicheng feel very bad. When he was unable to control the variables caused by his own factors in the lives of others, things beyond his control would happen.

Last time it was Yamamoto who fell from a building, this time it was Nakano who was dismembered, who will it be next time?

Finally, who does it point to?

Song Guicheng's eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his vision gradually became unclear. The white lights in front of his eyes spread out into thin silk threads, tangling and intertwining, slowly gathering from the surroundings to the faint light in the center.

He couldn't touch it, couldn't grasp it.

What exactly is this subtle feeling?

……

When Pei Shuangjin returned to the room, Song Guicheng had already fallen into a deep sleep on the bed, but it was only for a few minutes.

Pei Shuangjin stood at the head of the bed, the bright light pouring down was mostly blocked by his figure. He lowered his eyes and stared at Song Guicheng. The person on the bed was already asleep, his chest rising and falling weakly with his even breathing. He didn't even cover himself with a quilt, and fell asleep half curled up on his side.

He changed into moon-white pajamas today. The moon-white and black sheets were distinct but intertwined. Pei Shuangjin's eyes fell on Song Guicheng's pointed chin and pale lips, which were reflected by the light.

His brows were still slightly furrowed, and I wonder what he was thinking about before going to bed.

Pei Shuangjin moved his fingers, reached out to smooth the wrinkles between his brows, and gently pulled the quilt out to cover him.

The wrist that Song Guicheng exposed was terribly thin and fragile. It was not that he was weak, but his body was at the end of a strong bow and crossbow. It seemed that the slightest touch would turn it into a spot of light and be annihilated in the vast world together with Xianchen.

This association made Pei Shuangjin feel uncomfortable, and he felt his heartbeat slow down for a moment.

The air was permeated with the chill of the night. This temperature was too low for normal people, but just right for Pei Shuangjin. The heavy cold and damp feeling absorbed all the sounds, and the room was very quiet.

Pei Shuangjin leaned over slowly, his wet hair falling down with his movement. He seemed to want to kiss Song Guicheng, but stopped when they were just a few inches away, silently looking at him with a deep and dark gaze.

"Who am I? Who are you looking at when you look at me?"

In the silent night when all living things fell into deep sleep, Pei Shuangjin finally asked that question.

When Song Guicheng woke up, he didn't ask.

He intuitively felt that Song Guicheng was not a person who liked to lie, even though he could lie to perfection if he wanted to.

But deception is deception after all, no matter whether it is a white lie or a malicious lie, it will cause real pain once it is exposed.

So today in the bakery, he lied for Song Guicheng, claiming that they were not familiar with Watanabe, and did not tell the kind middle-aged woman the truth about what Watanabe had done.

Pei Shuangjin knew that Song Guicheng would definitely not want to deceive him. As long as he asked, Song Guicheng would have no choice but to answer. However, the question lingered in his mind for a long time and never came out of his lips.

He didn't want to put Song Guicheng in an awkward position, but he was also afraid of hearing an answer that went against his expectations.

Although this person's gaze was always focused on him, he could tell that behind this burning, deep gaze, there was another person present in the distance.

Who is it?

Another figure suddenly appeared in Pei Shuangjin's mind, standing on the top of the snow-capped mountain, without any desire or sadness, watching indifferently and lonely.

They have the same face, but one still looks a little boyish, while the other has been worn down by time and has become extremely hard.

When Pei Shuangjin looked over across endless time and space, he knew that it was himself, but it was not himself.

It felt strange, just like how people can always pinpoint their own position in a group photo. Pei Shuangjin captured herself in the complicated and redundant silhouettes of time.

But that didn't seem like a good sign.

Pei Shuangjin pushed aside the loose hair on Song Guicheng's forehead, revealing his delicate and handsome face.

Song Guicheng's eyebrows and eyes were particularly well-shaped, gentle and beautiful. Pei Shuangjin gently stroked them. After a while, he couldn't help but lower his head and kissed him, and asked: "Is that him you are looking at?"

Song Guicheng, who was in a deep sleep, naturally could not answer his questions.

Pei Shuangjin stared at him for a long time, his silent black eyes gleaming with a very faint light. He suddenly smiled, somewhat self-deprecatingly, and asked unwillingly, "Is he the person you are looking for? Am I not good enough?"

Sadness, heartache, anxiety, unwillingness, mixed emotions filled Pei Shuangjin's chest, making his body unable to bear the weight, and he had to lean closer to Song Guicheng. Even if he just looked at him, his physical discomfort would be alleviated.

He stretched out two fingers and pinched Song Guicheng's nose, just like a child playing a prank, and counted ten seconds in his mind before letting go. Until the sleeping person couldn't help but open his mouth to breathe because of lack of oxygen, probably because the night air was too cold, Song Guicheng started coughing after taking a breath.

Pei Shuangjin let go immediately, but Song Guicheng on the bed still didn't wake up. He suddenly felt a little resentful. He was feeling sad here, while someone was sleeping soundly there.

So he didn't go out to blow-dry his hair, but sat at the head of the bed, turned the hair dryer to the maximum, and started blowing his hair.

Song Guicheng was indeed tired today. The double fatigue of body and mind made it difficult for him to open his glued eyes.

Seeing that such a loud noise did not wake up Song Guicheng, Pei Shuangjin was extremely helpless. He put away the hair dryer, turned off the light, climbed onto the bed, stretched out his long arms, and took Song Guicheng into his arms. But he was still restless, touching his hair and pinching his fingers.

The main point is that if I can't sleep, you can't sleep either.

Pei Shuangjin was constantly making small movements, but outside the window, a fine and dense rain began to fall without him noticing. Song Guicheng opened his eyes dazedly. Rain was usually a bad omen in the dungeon, so he did not lose his basic vigilance.

But when he was about to get up, he found himself being hugged, with a very familiar body temperature, so he didn't care anymore, buried his head and went back to sleep.

Seeing Song Guicheng's familiar and dependent movements, Pei Shuangjin's slight resentment in his heart suddenly dissipated. He quietly hugged the person in his arms for a while, and said, "I forgive you."