Help, I've become a paper man

The surroundings were still bustling. When their eyes met, time seemed to be stretched out, slowly flowing into the future, causing Song Yi's heartbeat to slow down. But when Yan Changyue looked away, he suddenly realized...

His heart was moved because of the mutual gaze and Yan Changyue, and not because of anything else. It was simply because "Song Yi likes Yan Changyue".

"Hey, hey, do you have anything to do now?"

A voice sounded, pulling Song Yi back to his senses. He turned his head and saw the familiar hairstyle again.

Song Yi asked: "Yes, I am free now, are you free too?"

The pigtailed girl made a "tsk" sound and said angrily, "Who is idle? I am indeed idle, because my name is Zhao Xian, and apart from my name, I am quite busy."

The words were spoken very quickly and were full of cold jokes. After Zhao Xian finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing first. Then, amid the loud laughter, Song Yi opened his eyes wide, subconsciously raised the corners of his lips, and almost laughed along.

But Zhao Xian grabbed his arm first, stopped teasing, and directly dragged Song Yi away, pushing him into a new round of busyness, so his happiness was "just that".

After all, no matter who does the work, it is difficult to be happy again!

Song Yi could only think cheerfully that although his work goal had changed, the content of his work had not changed much. He used to push carts for medical treatment, but now he pushed carts for construction, and the weight on his hands also increased. Fortunately, he was a skilled worker and it was not difficult for him to get started.

Of course, this does not mean that "saving lives" is not important. He did not compare the meanings of the two. It is just a literal meaning that bricks and stones are heavier than equipment.

When thinking of this, Song Yi felt inexplicably proud. It was not just because he could "help", but mainly because this job was a joke for him. However, for most humans, it was also a high-intensity labor. Just because he did not find it difficult, it did not mean that everyone could do it.

Even when the little braid was busy, she took the time to look at him and praised him:

"You've been a great help, too."

Song Yi also nodded and said, "Of course, brother, you are knowledgeable. Teach me, how does my physical fitness compare to Stardust's level?"

Pigtail said, "What is there to teach? You are a P-type life form, so your physical body is very good. But I also want to say that among people of the same type, as far as I know, your physical strength is considered top-notch."

Song Yi said "hmm" to show that he understood, and his eyes kept blinking. He had not come across the term "P-type life form" for a long time. Now when he heard it from someone else, he felt as if he was in another world. Until today, his exploration of himself was still stuck on "big cats".

Thinking of this, Song Yi's thoughts popped up again, and he couldn't help but wonder, "Could it be that Yan Changyue really protected me too well?"

But it was only for a moment. Soon, he was busy, suppressed his thoughts, and devoted himself to the work, and time passed by.

There is no sun now, and there will be no sunset. The sky remains unchanged and appears dark red. The irony is that if Song Yi wants to determine the time, he can only look up at the monsters hanging high and make an inference based on their distance from him.

"If nothing unexpected happens, purgatory will come on the next day," said Pigtail.

Song Yi listened and waited like this, but the work was never finished and the rest he longed for was still far away. When he went to look for Yan Changyue, he still had to search among the crowd.

The sky was getting darker and darker. The monster kept falling. Its body was getting bigger and bigger. Red light could be seen through it, but it was not as clear as before. It was like a black curtain falling down, covering even the little light.

Song Yi just felt like black paint was slowly being injected into red ink. The world began to fall into darkness. Coupled with the surging sense of crisis, the taste of the end of the world became even stronger.

He began to feel uneasy, and so did the other creatures. Everyone's movements began to slow down, without considering efficiency. By the end of "tonight", everyone's movements began to slow down.

The monster lowered its head, exposing its knees, and its body was still moving downwards. This dark color seemed to cover everyone's body, constantly exerting invisible pressure, making the fatigue increase exponentially.

But unlike others, Song Yi, although full of vigilance, had an inexplicable feeling of fullness. Even though he was running around and had not eaten properly today, he began to burp. In the depressing silence, he was somewhat eye-catching.

Yan Changyue stopped, looked at him for a few more seconds, and then said, "Everyone, it's late, let's go to bed first, there are more important things to do tomorrow."

These words were spoken gently, with a warm power. As soon as the words fell, someone raised his voice and asked:

"Boss, is this about retreat?"

Yan Changyue smiled and replied, "Yes, you guessed right. Have a good rest tonight and leave faster tomorrow."

But after hearing this, the other party did not feel comforted, and shouted "No" even louder, and then said:

"I'm resting, not trying to escape quickly tomorrow! I need your help!"

In an instant, laughter pushed away the haze. Even if the surroundings fell into darkness and everyone began to suffer from vision problems and gradually found it difficult to see each other, they would still muster up courage again because of the words.

More voices were heard, responding to the man's words with laughter, and constantly talking about tomorrow's affairs. Everyone's tone became more frank, and the courage belonging to humanity filled their bodies. The bodies that were considered weak in the disaster also straightened their chests and made loud voices at this moment.

"sleep!"

In the end, it was Xiaobianzi's shouting that barely stopped everyone's enthusiasm, and he used the big cake of tomorrow's battle arrangement to temporarily calm everyone down. When the surroundings returned to silence, not only did this person relax, Song Yi also breathed a sigh of relief.

His hand was still on his chest. When he cried out just now, his heartbeat was speeding up. Unlike the feeling of animal transformation, his body temperature was indeed rising, but it was not burning hot. His brain was still clear, as if...

It was like calmly sinking into a passion, stripping away the animality in him and infusing him with another familiar scent.

Song Yi stood there in a daze, his eyes floating in the air, subconsciously looking for Yan Changyue.

Darkness can block people's vision, but it cannot block his gaze. After a few seconds, he had seen the other person, but did not take a step for a while. But it didn't matter, Yan Changyue was already walking towards him and opened her arms again.

"Why are you standing here? Do you want me to take you to rest?" Yan Changyue asked softly, her tone still gentle. Her voice came with the breeze, carrying the scent of citrus, and along with the hug, it stuck to Song Yi's body, bringing warmth into the late night.

Song Yi subconsciously raised his hand and hugged the other person's waist. When he spoke again, his voice was a little dry and he blurted out "Stardust doesn't need sleep", which made him seem even more dull and wooden.

The next moment, Yan Changyue's laughter rang out, along with her warm breath, rubbing against Song Yi's neck, bringing a slight itch.

"No, you need it." Yan Changyue said, moving her right hand upwards, stopping behind Song Yi's head, stroking his hair, and continued: "The closer you are to Purgatory, the more abundant the energy around you will be. We have said before..."

"For Stardust, food is energy. When swallowed, it is converted into energy."

"And now, what is around you is pure power. You need to rest even more, and compete with them in sleep."

Yan Changyue said this with a chuckle, raised her head and approached Song Yi again.

The next second, his earlobe felt a little soft, and Yan Changyue's lips pressed against it. During the gentle friction, Yan Changyue's voice sounded, saying:

"Go eat."

Song Yi swallowed reflexively, and a feeling of nervousness followed. He resisted the urge to step back, and his stiff body began to look awkward.

The world is quieter. The breeze is still blowing, passing quickly between people and turning into a gentle sigh.

"Go to sleep." Yan Changyue said.

Song Yi subconsciously asked: "What?"

He felt a little dizzy, and he tilted his head unconsciously while speaking, trying to keep some distance so that he could be more sober. But as soon as he left, Yan Changyue also saw his face. The blush on it connected with the one on his ears, making his "confusion" clearly manifest.

Yan Changyue laughed out loud, and with a little force on her hands, she pressed his head down and pressed his forehead against hers.

"See you tomorrow."

In the breeze, the swallows sing and the moon speaks softly.