Every time you travel, the painting style is unique [Quick Transmigration]

"Baiyue Tower" watched the emotional entanglement between Xiao Bai and Jianmo in the fourth generation.

The person involved didn't know, but he could see it clearly:

Chang An is the sick and delicate personality of Jian Mo who was suddenly released.But he is also Xiao Bai who forgets his past after reincarnation.Even if the past is erased again and again, there is always a vague shadow in his heart.Before Xiao Bai appeared, he was cold and ruthless, but after Xiao Bai appeared, he flew like moths into the flames.

Xiao Bai is the paranoid who imprisoned himself because he couldn't get what he wanted.But he is also the Jian Mo who can't resist the other party's deep love, although he has already been moved, but has always refused to admit it.He struggled, suffered, and blamed himself. Even though he was severely hurt, he still stumbled towards the other party after all.

They are not only the personalities that have been hidden in the depths of their hearts for a long time, but also play the roles that the other party has played and follow the path that the other party has traveled.

During the mission, there are many easter eggs:

For example, the layout of Chang An's room where the mermaid Xiao Bai lives is exactly what Jian Mo and Mingyuelou's bedroom looked like when they lived in Chijiao Town.The bear pajamas that Chang An wore for Xiao Bai were also Mingyuelou's favorite.

The demolition area they passed through holding each other's hands tightly was the same as the demolition area that Mingyue Tower went to in the end.They embraced the blue-roofed hut where they died in the sea of ​​fire, which was the gloomy hut when Mingyuelou died.

Yan Ruxi said that the appearance of the mission world will be affected by the obsessions of the protagonists.

Maybe, it's because Jian Mo still can't let go of Mingyuelou's tragic death; maybe, it's because Mingyuelou also regrets not being able to take Jianmo to go to Huangquan together.

Maybe it was Jane Mo who couldn't bear to let Mingyuelou die in such a cold and damp hut; maybe it was Mingyuelou who had eagerly expected his little Mo to fly back to him suddenly before his death and let him hug him for warmth.

Therefore, the two people in the mission world, until the last moment of their lives, still stayed by each other's side, hugged each other closely, and died in a warm sea of ​​fire.

After that, all kinds of things.

The leader of "Baiyue Tower" is naturally Mingyue Tower, which is relatively mature in all aspects.Looking at all this, he felt that he could calmly welcome Xiao Bai's return with his powerful rationality that he was proud of.

But when the boy crashed into his body, within a second, tears began to roll out like a floodgate.

***

"I'm very happy. Thank you, Mingyuelou. I will send you back as before. May you last forever." Xiao Ye's ethereal voice was like a ray of breeze, gradually dissipating into nothingness in the darkness.

***

Xiao Bai suddenly opened his eyes from the chaos, but was stabbed by the bright light again, and closed them tightly.

The sensory signals from all over his body rushed to his brain, stimulating his nerves, hoping to be the first to attract the master's attention.

Xiao Bai was the first to realize that he was dizzy.The second is to feel that my right hand is being held in the palm of another person.

He moved his fingers slightly, but the man didn't respond.

Xiao Bai blinked a few times, slowly getting used to the bright light, and turned his eyes to look around.

The decoration is very familiar, like his own bedroom.

It seems to be an early morning, the light is very light, slanting into the window, sprinkled on his bed, dividing the wall and the ceiling into two parts with unclear light and shadow.

Xiao Bai wanted to move, but found that his body was very stiff and he couldn't move well.

"Xiao Mo. Xiao Mo."

He yelped twice, and found that his vocal cords were not cooperating, could not vibrate, and could only make breathy sounds.

Very thirsty and dry mouth.

I don't know where and when those two sent him.Why are you so sick.

The man's big hand grasped all five of his fingers, Xiao Bai had no strength to move the clenched fingers, so he could only continue to call out in a voice like a leak: "Xiao Mo."

The man lying beside the bed suddenly woke up, his hair on his forehead was slightly disheveled, there was light stubble on his chin, and there were heavy bruises under his eyes.He looked at the morning light outside the window in some confusion, and as if suddenly realizing something, he slowly shifted his gaze to the face of the person on the bed.

Four years have passed since the explosion.

Many people at the scene were rescued.Everyone said it was a miracle.

Since the explosion was still separated by a door, Jian Mo was not seriously injured, so she had several plaster bandages applied and was unconscious for five days—compared with those who had been in a coma for at least half a month, the injuries were really minor.

When he woke up, the boy was sleeping on the bed next to him, wrapped like a rice dumpling all over his body.In addition to the nose and mouth, even the eyes are covered.

The line on the heartbeat monitor was beating weakly, which made people feel horrified.

Jian Mo watched over the boy day and night, watching him being stripped of his bandages bit by bit, revealing his horrific skin.I watched those scars gradually heal and fall off.

He watched helplessly one after another recovering and being discharged from the hospital. Only his little master had been sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed, unable to wake up no matter what.

He pushed down the hair on the boy's forehead, looked helplessly at his heartless sleeping face, and said softly: "Xiaobai, wake up. You don't really want to hear me say, 'Xiaobai, I love you' Is it? When you wake up, I will tell you every day until you get annoyed, okay?...Xiaobai."

But the young man seemed to be indulging in some sweet dream, and he refused to wake up no matter what.

Doctors said the teenager has made a full recovery.But whether you can wake up or not depends on God's will.

After all, he was the closest person to Bo Gongdan in that explosion, and it was a miracle that he didn't die.

Jian Mo took the boy home to take care of him, just like An Xia took care of Xiao Bai who didn't know how to live or die after finishing making the lamp - he hugged the sleeping boy all day long, crying and laughing, going crazy. , Don't let the boy wake up and see a useless person.

After a year and a half, Jian Mo seems to have gotten used to this kind of life.

After waking up in the morning, he cleaned himself up, wiped the boy's body, put on clean clothes, picked him up and put him in the wheelchair, and took the boy to make breakfast.For two.

He was busy at the counter, chatting with the boy casually.

If the boy's non-response made him feel lonely, he would walk over and lean over to kiss the boy's soft and warm lips.

After the breakfast is ready, he will ask the boy to accompany him to have breakfast at the table.

Jian Mo went to feed the boy tirelessly, and told him gently, what kind of food is it, what are its effects, and how does it taste.Tell the teenager to try it.

When the boy refused to eat, he sighed and shook his head, saying that the boy became more and more picky eaters.But it doesn't matter, he will go to study other dishes, and one day the picky boy will jump up from the bed and rush to him when he smells the fragrance of the dishes, hug him, pester him to feed himself.

After breakfast, Jian Mo carried the boy back to the bed, massaged the boy's body, pretended to say "sleepy ghost", let the boy continue to sleep quietly, and do some work by himself.

The Xiao family still has a lot of property, he has to take care of it, and he can't let the boy wake up and find himself a poor man.

He said that the young man should be well-clothed and well-fed for a lifetime.

Then lunch and dinner on time.

When it was cold, Jian Mo would push the boy around the courtyard in the warm afternoon.When it's hot, it's in the cool of the evening.

Every other day would be a "routine".

The sleeping boy's body was soft and tight as if there were no bones.It is very comfortable to hold.Let Jane Mo can't stop.

He will be gentle.As gentle as when An Xia entered Xiao Bai.She hugged the young man in her arms, let him cling to her tightly, and whispered touching words of love in his ear.

Until one day, the long-standing repression broke through the restraint, making him unable to control himself to ruthlessly rub the boy.Under the influence of the chest vibration, the boy's vocal cords made a slight cry.

Jian Mo lost control completely.

He tortured the boy severely, just to listen to the meaningless short voice.

He needed the boy's response so badly.

He controlled his behavior with reason, but his spirit was always hovering on the verge of madness and collapse.

He celebrated the boy's 19th, 20th, and 21st birthdays alone.

Yesterday was the boy's 22nd birthday.

At 22 years old, I can no longer be called a teenager.

But the appearance of the boy who was sleeping peacefully has not changed.

It was as if time stood still on him.

Jian Mo was very sad yesterday.

Every year on the boy's birthday, he is very sad.

Because the boy became what he is today on his 18th birthday.

Jian Mo has a lot of things she wants to tell the boy on his 18th birthday.But he lost this opportunity forever.

After celebrating the boy's 22nd birthday, Jane stood by the boy's bed, held the boy's hand, and fell asleep drowsily.

He was drawn into a chain of dreams.It's ridiculous, yet real.

At first he didn't understand the meaning of the dream, he just regarded it as a simple dream, so he followed the plot and even indulged himself a bit.

That part of his personality that was imprisoned by him wanted to be recognized too much.

full approval.

He released it for the teenager to see, but it was just the tip of the iceberg.Jian Mo wants to know, if he releases all of them, can the boy accept them all.

Even if it's just an experiment in a dream.

But as the story in the dream gradually progressed, Jian Mo gradually realized that this might not be a simple dream.Maybe the boy in the dream is not the illusory character in his dream, maybe it is the lover who has been sleeping on the hospital bed for four years and he can't wake up no matter what.

He tried to control his behavior in the dream, but it was difficult.

He could only watch helplessly as he hurt the boy again and again, making the boy cry heart-piercingly.

He is sad.

Also very happy.

The boy still likes him.I like him no matter what he looks like.

In the last scene of the dream, he hugged the boy, and in the supreme joy, they were pierced through each other's hearts by the bright red Emei thorn.

At that moment, he was the Lucifer closest to his true personality.

If one had to choose between the two, the young man abandoned the perfect Jehovah and chose the imperfect Lucifer.

Such an ending couldn't be more perfect.

Die without regret.

His heart suddenly tightened, and Jian Mo let himself fall in the endless void.

The weightlessness woke him up with a start.

Looking up, the warm-colored morning sun has just risen, flooding the boy's bed with light morning light.

Seeing him looking at him, the sickly boy on the bed was slightly surprised and then showed a bright smile.

In this long dream, many people appeared.

Mingyuelou, Jianmo, Xiaobai, Changan, Anxia, ​​Chuwenge, Yahweh, Lucifer, Michael.

They are real as well as unreal.

They are independent of each other and intertwined with each other.

Without the Mingyue Tower who has deep obsessions but would rather choose Lonely VII, there would be no Xiao Bai who will never change until death.

There would be no Jane Mo who makes Xiao Bai madly infatuated with without the sickly girl who loves to the point of madness and would rather imprison herself.

There is no need to tell which is which.

They are all me.

They are all you.

And I, love you.

"good morning Baby."

"Good morning, dear."

(End of the article)