[Comprehensive] On how I got lost

Miao Miao knocked on her head, she didn't know why she was always separated from the world by a layer of fog, she couldn't see clearly, all kinds of words flew from her ears too fast like the sound of sea waves.

The nostalgic ability left by the knight on her still had a little harmless effect on her.

She fumbled to an Internet cafe that didn't need to register her identity, and the hunter's license she glanced at was still printed in her heart. She recalled the bottom row of numbers and posted a missing person notice on the special forum for hunter fans.

Write things out roughly, and cover up part of the hunter code, her world is the same as every ordinary person, ordinary people go from elementary school to university, ordinary people stay with their parents, disputes and wars only I've seen her on TV, and I really don't know where to find the owner of the hunter's license.

Can only send a glimmer of hope in the network.

After posting the post and leaving a newly registered contact number, Miao Miao quietly left the Internet cafe.

At the same time again, Xinghe's program on the Internet beeped, and the program found a new piece of information, which was better than nothing, Xinghe checked the news.

Naturally, the news of the adaptation couldn't be hidden from Xinghe. The person who posted the post claimed to be a friend of the person concerned, and briefly talked about the loss of the hunter's license, hoping to give the owner of the hunter's license a warning.

Xinghe planned to close the post after reading it, but the search program continued to send messages.

Poster's name is Miaomiao

Although Miao Miao has registered a new number, the email address she used to register the new number has been used by her in other places.

There is no privacy online.

The search program went through layers and found the real name of the person who posted the post.

If you meet someone in virtual space, what is the probability that the other person happens to be your sister?

Xinghe checked.

"There are 32576 people named Miaomiao and 45283 people named Xinghe in the world."

"A total of 12653 messages had these two names appearing together."

The God of Mingguang Shengdian once pointed to the countless stars and sand and said to his followers, "Your descendants are as numerous as them." In this way, in the eyes of extraordinary people, simple numbers often do not represent anything, whether it is heaven or earth. Both the stars in the sky and Hengsha by the river can be summed up with "Yunyun" and "So".

When cleaning the retrograde army, the replica of Xinghe occupied the entire starry sky. Someone once looked up at the sky and said, "I can't tell whether it is stars or Xinghe in the sky."

So, why didn't he split the replicas and search one by one.

Yes, why.

Xinghe pressed his little knuckle unconsciously, and the search program that received his order quickly rang Miao Miao's new number.

The first sentence of that communication software is a very general sentence.

"A and B have become friends."

Miao Miao received the message and opened the software, and was dazed when she saw the first sentence.

"Xinghe and Miaomiao have become friends."

The tide in my heart suddenly set off thousands of feet and hit the heart dam hard. The missing brother was a secret that the family couldn't tell.

She remembered that the uncle in the dojo rushed into the main house on fire, yelled at her father in a gaffe, and then covered her face in a collapse and cried, saying that the century-old hope of their branch was destroyed, and her father usually Liyue Zhenyuan Ting's body was motionless, in a trance of the dying mountains.

After the uncle said, he was about to rush into the backyard with a sword, but was stopped by his father. He stood in front of the uncles, knelt down and kowtowed deeply, saying, "It's because I have been sorry to Bailu that this situation has happened."

The uncles finally could not calm down their anger, Miaomiao lay at the door, watching this scene in horror, unable to recover until someone patted her on the shoulder.

She looked up, and the graceful and incomprehensible mother was wearing a white dress, like the misty morning light, and the trembling dew on the tip of the leaves exuded a penetrating and bright light.

As usual, her mother called her name softly to let her go back to her room, but Miao Miao refused to leave but was forcefully pushed into the corridor by her, seeing her mother's stern words, Miao Miao's heart trembled.

Mother had never been so strict.

I don't know what will happen next, but my father just casually said during the meal that my mother suffered from a madness because of missing my brother too much, "She is in the small courtyard next to her, so don't go near her if you have nothing to do."

"Where did that brother go?"

The father stopped holding the chopsticks and brought her food, but said nothing.

My brother has been away for 14 years, and my mother has been crazy for 14 years.

The past is like a sea fog that cannot be blown away, always covering the top of this home.

The thousand-foot-high wave slammed down, broke the dam and rushed into the heart, destroying the square inch of the land.

Miao Miao covered her face in an awkward manner, not knowing what she was expecting, and typed two words tremblingly, "Hello."

After writing, the other party replied immediately, "Hello."

Unfamiliar, polite and polite, as it should be between strangers.

But

Researcher A, who was working hard in the laboratory, was almost blinded by the flickering on the screen, and the big characters with fluorescent added. He knew that Xinghe had put a few streams of information here before he left, so he had no choice but to put down his work to coax this little boy. ancestors.

The information flow unfolded a dialog box on the light screen, and there were already two messages on it, "Hello."

Eighteen rules are listed next to the information flow dialog box and briefly describe the ins and outs of the previous situation, requiring researcher A to reply to the other party according to these rules.

Researcher A glanced at the densely packed pile of small characters next to him, and saw all the main points clearly with his eyes open and closed. He began to reply "Miaomiao" instead of "Xinghe".

Miao Miao's excited heart gradually cooled down, without him, the other party's tone was too ordinary, it was the politeness that strangers should have.

After calming down, Miaomiao told about Kunna and her, and she was a little hard to say the following.

"I would like to hire you."

Researcher a doesn't know what Xinghe is trying to trick, he vaguely knows what Xinghe is looking for, but this is the first time he has seen him lose his composure.

Not daring to speak directly to the other party, he is just like a young boy who is in a relationship for the first time in college.

However, researcher a is a member who has taken over the study of Xinghe's body. He knows better than anyone that all the organs and tissues in that humanoid body are just entertaining illusions. A dough, he also lived well.

It is different from all the life forms known to Shizheng. Some people have looked up ancient books and feel that it is like the legendary gods and ghosts, which are formed by human thoughts. The power on the body is also rooted in the same source as the spiritual power.

Both belong to the category of "thinking" and "idea".

But the gods and ghosts in the ancient books belong to the heaven and the earth, and they are thoughtless and ruthless.

I don't know where there are so many fluctuations in Xinghe.

Researcher A shook his head, and continued talking to "Miao Miao" after deserting.

He replied according to Xing He's intention, "Yes."

He's willing to accept slim offers.

But "hopefully we can see each other."

Many thoughts ran through Miaomiao's mind, some were pretending, some were joking, but she still couldn't resist the temptation brought by the word Xinghe, so she replied "OK".

The agreed place was in front of Polika's famous commercial building, where there was a lot of traffic, but a long time ago, this commercial building was still a stationery store. After thinking too much, Miao Miao patted her head and let out her wild thoughts.

"I'm wearing an army green beret."

Miao Miao told the other party what kind of clothes she would wear, and she was holding a cup of hot drink in her hand.

She was flustered in her heart, not knowing how the person named Xinghe would appear in front of her eyes, anxious in her heart, she took a deep sip of the hot drink.

This is the communicator ringing, Miao Miao quickly opened it.

"I'm almost there." The other party replied. "You're wearing an army green hat, and the hot drink in your hand has vvv printed on it, right?"

"Uh-huh."

Miaomiao was full of anticipation in her heart, she showed the vvv sign, for fear of covering it up a bit.

The communicator rang again.

"I saw you." The other party sent another message.

You are healthy.

His face was rosy.

Although there are no muscles in the limbs, they are also smooth.

Xinghe looked at his younger sister standing under the black streetlight, not looking left and right, flicking her long black hair.

The phone vibrated, and Miao Miao messages came one after another, "Are you there? I'm sorry I didn't see it. Can you give me a little hint and it will be tvt."

Staring at those text messages, I wanted to say something, but I was speechless.

Since the trip to the stationery store, his father asked him to do his best in kendo. After each practice, his arms were heavy and he couldn’t lift his arms. He often fell asleep and spent less time with his family. day.

The younger sister is still the usual lively look, she will rush to and fro in the verandah wearing only socks, and the wind will pass by him, but she will turn around and ask him enthusiastically, "Brother, let's run a race. "

After being rejected, the younger sister mumbled and ran to find her father, pestering him to give him some time, "so that we can play together."

But was rejected by his father, he patted his sister's head, "Brother has more important tasks."

The younger sister was not discouraged, Xinghe didn't know why she always had so much joy, as if there was a never-ending pump hidden in her body, at night she quietly opened the door of Xinghe's room, dragged the sleepy Xinghe up to the roof, Pointing to the sky and saying, "It's brother"

There are thousands of stars in the sky, like a vast ocean of stars.

He couldn't feel the bright beauty, so he just rubbed his eyes sleepily, "I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep."

The younger sister sighed, leaned on his side and bit her ear, "Brother, can I tell my father, I'm so tired every day, I don't even have time to rest."

Xinghe hesitated, "but"

He remembered his father's relieved and expectant eyes, "Father said I have more important things to do."

"Hey, brother idiot."

The younger sister puffed up her face, her black eyes were round, "But if my brother doesn't tell me, my father won't know."

Then one day, the drizzle continued, like a constant mist.

A disciple had an accident on the way here, and his father rushed to deal with it, Xinghe rarely had time to sneak in.

He left the ashram and walked along the corridor into the backyard. He saw his younger sister standing under the banana leaves and watching the ants intently. Her hair was wet by the light drizzle.

Seeing him, the younger sister said, "Brother idiot has time."

Xinghe dragged her into the house, "It's raining, don't get wet."

The younger sister held him back, "Come on, brother, watch the ants."

She pointed to the ants in a line with her toes, "They are transporting things."

Xinghe couldn't resist her, so he hurriedly took an umbrella out of the house, covered his younger sister's head, and watched the rain with her.

The drizzle fell on the banana leaves, and strings of water droplets dripped from the pages and fell to the ground to form a small pool. "The way of ants is blocked," my sister whispered.

Xinghe looked at it, and raised his hand to cut off the banana leaves, but was stopped by his sister.

She picked up dead branches, fallen leaves and soil from the ground, filled the small pool, and pestered Xinghe to build a simple shed with her to keep the ants out of the rain.

The falling water droplets fell heavily on the small shed covered with dead leaves, making a ping-pong sound.

The younger sister held her face in both hands, "What should I do if it rains heavily?"

Xinghe quietly pushed the umbrella forward, which just blocked that part of the rain. He vaguely remembered that the surface of the umbrella was dark gray-green, a few shades darker than the banana leaves dipped in the rain.

"ah"

"It's raining."

The exclamation shattered Xinghe's memory. He looked out through the window of the cafe and found that the lead cloud filled the sky at some time and was about to fall.

Afterwards, without giving anyone time to reflect, Dou Da's raindrops fell on the ground and washed the ground, beating heavy drums.

Xinghe quickly looked in the direction of his sister, who was still standing under the telegraph pole, waiting stubbornly for "Hunter".

"I hope you can help Kunna."

This is her request.

Under the black pole.

Miao Miao looked at the strings of raindrops falling from the sky in amazement, too bad she didn't bring an umbrella

The dark sky hints that this sudden rain will not be small.

"Pong."

There was a soft sound of metal friction in my ear, the thin metal rod came to an end, and the umbrella surface burst open with tension.

The dark gray-green umbrella covered her field of vision.

A young man with black hair and black eyes stood beside her, his voice was cold, "You didn't bring an umbrella, why didn't you go under the eaves to shelter from the rain."

"Ah, I'm waiting for someone."

"You are"

"Passing by."

The young man in Shuanghei handed her the umbrella, as if he was some kind of righteous passer-by, or an obsessive who only loves the dramatic plot of heroes saving beauty.

After handing it to her, the young man got away from under the umbrella, his hair and shirt wet from the wanton rain, but he didn't say a word.

Miao Miao tightly held the handle of the umbrella, the six-sided pole was engraved in her palm, she wanted to say something, but in the end she had nothing to say.

The communicator sent a message.

The hunter said, "The rain is too heavy, so I won't come."

"However, the contract is established."