Drama masters ask so much [Quick Transmigration]

All the plots developed quickly, and Holol also felt unexpectedly fast, as if all of this was not the point, and even the resolution was unexpectedly smooth.

For example, the matter of Shangguan Fengling's slander of Wen Cheng was quickly exposed, and everything was over before he took out the hang-up that Ai Duoduo had prescribed for him.

All the public opinion began to reverse, but everyone knew that what was said could not be taken back, how embarrassing it would be to reply now how ugly what was said at the beginning.

Wen Cheng didn't respond at all, and also rejected the invitation of those people who wanted to buy his paintings, calmly expressing that he is now no one can stand up to, because he is already detached.

And there are even more unexpected things that make Hololer feel that there is a reason for everything to develop so quickly.

The things he vaguely captured were beginning to emerge.

Near the end of the year, he took out the money he had saved from his part-time job and wanted to take Wencheng to go to Tibet. Although he said he was going to Tibet because he wanted to take Wencheng to relax, now that he has already saved That's enough, let's go to Tibet, it's also good to think of him and Wencheng as a tour.

"Wencheng, I have to go to Tibet at the end of the semester."

Wen sat on a bamboo chair in the yard and drew the boy in front of him, stroke by stroke, carefully carving with the tip of a pen, and stopped when he heard Huo Shanchun say that he was going to Tibet.

Looking up at Hololol: "What?"

Huo Shanchun propped his chin and smiled, "At the end of the semester, we are going to sketch in Tibet. The art teacher said."

"How much does it cost for a trip?" Wen Cheng naturally knew the importance of sketching.

"Oh, it's not very expensive, 5000 yuan per person."

Wen Cheng frowned when he heard about the money. He was really urgent about money during this time, but if Huo Shanqi needed money, he could still take it out: "Okay, I'll give you the money."

As he said that, he put down the drawing book, stood up and walked into the room to get the card.

Huo Alcohol stared blankly at the back of Wen Cheng walking into the room, he hadn't thought of this at all, he didn't expect Wen Cheng to give him money, and he wanted to take Wen Cheng to Tibet before he could tell the surprise. He was first moved by Wen Cheng.

Sure enough, no matter when, no matter what the situation is, this man always misses him in his heart.

When Wen Cheng came out, he saw the bank card in Wen Cheng's hand.

"Here you are." Wen Cheng handed the card to Huo Shanchun: "It contains all my money. I should go to sketch for a long time. Don't save on money. You need to take good care of your basic necessities."

Huo Shanchun looked up at Wen Cheng who was standing in front of him, his nose was a little sore from Wen Cheng's serious look, he stood up and threw himself into Wen Cheng's arms.

Wen Cheng was caught off guard by Huo Chunchun, who staggered but still hugged him and stood firm, with gentle eyes in his downcast eyes, pamperingly tolerant of all the young man's actions.

"what happened?"

"...Why are you being so kind to me?" Huo Shanol asked what he had always wanted to ask the most. From the first level, his little assistant, from fulfilling the host's wish, seemed to have been secretly lead away.

He was led away by Wen Cheng.

All wishes surround him, making him feel incredible.

Why did he get the chance to be the protagonist? He never dared to believe that he would get the chance to be the protagonist in this special profession. The plot revolved around him, and even the host revolved around him.

Wen Cheng surrounded him with all his love.

Let him go from being caught off guard to worrying about gains and losses. The more he faces the end, the more he is afraid of losing.

"because I like you."

Wen Cheng's voice is gentle and affectionate, the simple words "I like you" are like reading a love letter, slowly the love overflows unreservedly in these words, blending into the dazzling sunshine of summer, covering people almost Drowning in such warmth.

Hololol's nose was sour, of course he knew that Wen Cheng liked him, but why did he like him every time.

No matter which Wen Cheng it is, no matter what kind of plot it is, Wen Cheng will always appear by his side.

His forehead rested on Wencheng's shoulder, and the arms hanging by his side wrapped around Wencheng's waist: "I want to take you to Tibet, don't you want to go with me?"

"Take me there?"

"Well, I want to take you there." Huo Shanchun looked up at Wen Cheng: "I wanted to take you there after the teacher said that I would go to Tibet to sketch."

"Why did you take me to Tibet?" Wen Cheng seemed to be thinking of something, and there was a bit of unfathomable depth in his eyes.

Then he looked intently at Hololol's expression, as if trying to capture what he wanted to see.

Hololol was stunned, why?

Tilting his head and thinking about it, he didn't know, he just wanted to take Wencheng to Tibet.

Suddenly, a mirror-like water area flashed across his mind, and just when he was about to find out, the image of the lake surface as if a mirror was smashed disappeared in an instant, and he stayed there in a daze with a dazed expression on his face.

This is……

what?

"...Just, I want to take you to have a look."

"Did you say anything about going to Tibet?"

Huo Shanchun looked at Wen Cheng and said, "Ram Lacuo."

—— Ram La Wrong

Wen Cheng recited these four words silently in his heart, his eyes lit up with a faint luster, he looked down at the young man who was hugging him, and asked with a gentle smile: "Do you know that there is a beautiful legend about Ramla?" ?"

"What legend?"

"The lake surface of Ramla Cuo Holy Lake is known as a precious mirror. It can see past and present lives." Wen Cheng put a kiss on Huo Shanchun's forehead: "Maybe, we can go and see our past and present lives."

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The train "Kang Chi Bang Chi" is heading towards the sacred land in the northwest. The closer you get, the more you can feel the clouds and mists under the blue sky. The distance of 40 hours is getting higher and higher. Can feel that feeling of rising.

The closer you get to your destination, the more magical it feels.

That's what hololol feels like.

The high-end sleeper is a room for two people, and the space is just right to make the distance closer. He lay on the side of the car window and looked at the scenery that kept passing by the window. He felt an unexplainable feeling haunting his heart, but he couldn't explain why.

"What are you thinking about?"

Just when he was in a daze, he felt his whole body being lifted up and hugged into his arms, just sitting on the lap of the man behind him.

This kind of intimacy is naturally incomparable, as if it has been done countless times before.

Wen Cheng himself also felt this way, which is why he could do such an intimate behavior with Huo Alcohol so naturally, he thought for a long time, and even captured the fragments that always popped up in his mind, piecemeal and difficult to put together.

There are too many inexplicable things that make him baffled, but this kind of inexplicable is very familiar.

Huo Xuechun leaned back, nestled lazily in Wencheng's embrace, and sighed comfortably: "I'm thinking of you."

Wen Cheng rested his chin on Huo Shanhan's shoulder, and looked out the window together with him: "The altitude is getting higher and higher, will it be uncomfortable?"

"It's okay." Hololol turned his head sideways.

The two looked at each other without speaking, only the sound of the train echoing.

'Kang Chi Bang Chi', I didn't feel noisy in the quiet box.

The appearance reflected in the pupils when looking at each other seems to be deeply imprinted in the soul, and the dusty memory is brought out from the depths of the soul.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, we shuttled among the green forests.

"Alcoholic."

"Ok?"

"How do I feel..." Wen Cheng looked at Huo Shanhan's side face, his eyes slightly suspicious: "I feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

Huo Xuechun was stunned when he heard what Wencheng said. What does this mean? Could it be that Wencheng will retain any memory in every level?

Suddenly thought of what Wen Cheng said to him before the end of the previous level:

—I will, wait for me.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it seems that Wen Cheng has left some marks for each level, but it is too fragmented and he doesn't know how to piece it together.

Every level in this game is Wencheng. It is the longest game level he has ever played. So far, he has reached the fourth level. He does not believe that this game is already a game that simply fulfills the wish of the host. There must be other things guiding him to complete and search for it.

When the last level is over, maybe everything will be revealed.

As for what Wen Cheng said, he was a little surprised. Could it be that Wen Cheng knew the levels he had played before?

Will the paper host have emotional records?

Can he say it?

Seeing Wen Cheng's suspicious look, he smiled: "Maybe you saw me in your dream."

For the current Wencheng, he is just a dream.

And Wen Cheng is the same for him.

When the task is completed, everything is over and returns to its original position.

Including this relationship that happened in the game, the archive will be deleted, and he will continue to invest in the next relief to realize the wish of another host.

Until he no longer wants to continue to be an assistant.

But when he thought of such a day coming, he hoped that time could pass more slowly.

"I did see you in my dream." Wen Cheng tightened his grip on him, as if he wanted to integrate him into his blood: "I dreamed that you became my model, but you don't know what I want to do What."

Wencheng's voice is deep and hoarse, amidst the sound of the train running, and entering the sacred land of Tibet, it seems to be telling dusty ancient secrets, which is a bit mysterious.

Huo Xuechun knew the content of Wencheng's dream and naturally knew what Wencheng wanted to do, but he didn't know what Wencheng's wish was this time.

"Then what do you want to do?"

Wen Cheng felt that this was a secret that could not be revealed, and the young man in his arms would definitely be afraid of him if he revealed it, and wondered if he was a little...

"You dreamed about me, what are you doing with me?" Huo Shanol turned around, spread his legs apart on both sides of Wen Cheng, sat on Wen Cheng's lap facing each other, and put his arms around Wen Cheng neck, smiling face.

The amber pupils are shallow and moist, like a beautiful amber stone, in the daytime, rippling with a fine and gentle luster under the warm light.When facing each other, it seems that people are involved in such tenderness, deeply immersed in such smiles, and are willing to drown in it.

The lips that are close at hand are crimson, perhaps they have been stained with moisture, making the lips glow with water, which makes people imagine.

Physical intimacy, teasing heartstrings.

What the boy said was like picking a dusty key and unlocking a dusty lock.

Wen Cheng was deeply engrossed in Huo Chunol's eyes, and at the same time, many images flashed in his mind again, all of them were Huo Chunol.

The appearance of a young boy, then the appearance of a little older, and then the appearance of a young man in a suit and leather shoes, and even...

Looks old.

It was a clean and white room, but the decoration was very old, like the style of a foreign-style house in the Republic of China in the last century.

In the room, the old phonograph played melodious and lingering music, and the tulle curtains fluttered by the window. When the tulle touched the rose on the window sill, a few petals rolled off and fell softly to the mahogany floor.

An old man was lying on the big bed in the middle, with gray hair, pale and thin face, and clear amber eyes, although there were wrinkles at the end of the eyes, but the facial features were full of the exquisiteness of the years, it is not difficult to see that he was beautiful when he was young. trace.

Some people have been amazed for years and have been remembered for countless years.

In the past, now, in the future.

I saw a man in a black suit sitting by the bed, tall, young, handsome, but with red eyes.

A thin hand stretched out from under the quilt, and stretched out towards the man.

"Wen Cheng."

The old man's voice was not hoarse, but rather clear, like an old prose book written with tender love poems.

"...Well, I'm here." The man's voice choked up, resisting the tremor in his throat.

"After I'm gone, don't think about me anymore, you know?"

"……I do not."

The old man laughed out loud, very softly, even the arcs of his eyes were gentle and tender. He turned his head and looked at the man with red eyes beside the bed: "Fool, why do you do this? You have a life that will never age or die." Ability, with the ability to tear space, why not find someone who can accompany you forever, but choose me who lives, ages, sicks and dies normally. I am old and can no longer accompany you, and you watch me die again, no Are you uncomfortable?"

The man's eyes turned red when he heard these words, and he held the old man's hand even tighter, as if his beloved wouldn't leave him if he tightened it up.

"...No, you won't die, I will find a way to keep you by my side all the time, and I won't let you leave me."

"Fool, I'm leaving."

The man shook his head: "No, you won't leave." But his hands began to tremble.

The old man felt something pulling away from his body, but his beloved was still crying. He wanted to coax him again, but his hands had already started to lose strength, so he slowly closed his eyes, exerted all his strength, and released the last of his strength. into the hands of the two.

"... Wen Cheng."

"...Well, I'm here." The man began to cry uncontrollably.

"It's too sad not to grow old and not die. If there is a chance, let's grow old together, okay?"

"……okay."

"By the way, didn't you say you were going to give me a gift? Can I see this gift before I leave?"

As if remembering something, the man quickly took out a small box from his pocket, opened the black velvet box, and inside was a red string.He hurriedly handed the red rope to the old man and put it into the old man's hands.

The old man held the red rope, his lips slightly raised as if he was satisfied.

The traces of age wrinkled on the face are filled with tenderness and affection.

The red rope was gradually warmed by the palm, and then slowly cooled by the cold body.

The palms that no longer had strength slowly loosened, the arms dropped, and the red rope fell to the ground.

The phonograph was still playing relaxing and cheerful classical music. The man slowly knelt on one knee beside the bed, picked up the red rope with red eyes, then lifted the quilt and tied the red rope around the old man's ankle.

The skin that has not seen the sun for a long time is fair, and it is not wrinkled due to age. It is still silky smooth, and the red rope is tied around the ankle. trace.

At this moment, Qingyue's singing came from the gramophone.

-

That night I listened to Sanskrit singing all night, not for enlightenment, but just to find a trace of your breath

In that month, I turned all the prayer wheels, not for transgression, just to touch your fingerprint

That year I bowed my long head and embraced the dust, not for pilgrimage to the Buddha, but just for being close to your warmth

In that life, I rummaged through hundreds of thousands of mountains, not to cultivate the next life, but to meet you on the way

At that moment, I ascended to immortality, not for longevity, but for keeping you happy and safe

The Lark, who once amazed the Republic of China, could not resist the years after all, and left forever.

The man lowered his head and was silent for a long, long time.

The silence was finally broken by a hoarse voice.

"Alcohol, I will find you even if time and space are torn apart, wait for me, this time, we will grow old together."

"I'll tear myself apart, break free from the rules, and I'll recognize you when we meet again."

"I gave you this red rope. I wish you peace, health and happiness in every life. Wait for me to find you."

The author has something to say: They once had a very beautiful love