Every world is miserable

Lin Shiqin has never hated his powerless self so much. Traveling in different time and space will always give people the illusion of supernatural powers, but looking at the custard on the operating table moaning because of illness, he is powerless , he could only quietly wait for the arrival of the god of death.

Wait, death takes its life.

He was still choked up, tears rolled in his eyes, but he stubbornly didn't want Dantang to see his spineless side, so he suppressed the tears forcefully, showing a wry smile.

Lin Shiqin trembled from the grief of losing and getting back, gaining and losing again.He has no time to care about others, and he doesn't care how weird his current behavior looks to others.

No one would understand his mood at this moment, not even Song He.The companionship in the first world, the surprise in the second world, and the confidence in the third world, the custard always brought him something different. Lin Shiqin couldn't see him being harmed by such a special custard.

What's more, now you have to witness its death with your own eyes.

Even if, the next world will meet again.

After everyone said goodbye one by one, the veterinarian got the permission of Song Guojun and gave the injection without hesitation.Lin Shiqin's eyes lost focus, his eyes gradually blurred, and he only felt the faint movement of his palms gradually disappearing.This was the first time that Lin Shiqin had witnessed and experienced the demise of a life. He immediately covered his eyes, a stream of moisture soaked his palms, and the tears that he had finally held back burst out of his eyes.

Death has completely become a horrible and abominable word for Lin Shiqin.

Song He stared at this scene in a daze, his veins popped from the grief he was holding back, he bent down solemnly, kissed Dan Tang's forehead with nostalgia and grief, then turned his back decisively, and left the scene in a daze.He still couldn't accept this fact, and escape became a shortcut for him to relieve his grief.

Wang Jinran and Song Guojun have been standing silently aside, they watched the egg soup leave, their faces were full of lingering sadness and fatigue.

Song Jing was the last to arrive. Looking at the cold custard on the operating table, this tall man sat down on the ground for the first time, with an unconcealable pain on his face.

In this moment, no one can spare the energy to comfort another human being.

And silence became everyone's tacit understanding.

The funeral of egg soup is simple but solemn.

On the day of the burial, everyone had tacitly prepared everything, only Song He was still avoiding the death of egg soup.After breakfast, Song He went to school as usual as if nothing had happened. He pretended that this incident had never happened at all, and he kept silent about the word custard. All his behavior revealed his abnormality.

Lin Shiqin, who was as dull as he is now, also felt that something was wrong with him.

However, he didn't know how to comfort the boy.

Looking at the back of Song He leaving home in a hurry, Wang Jinran shook his head, but he still didn't force him.

She thought, it will always pass.

Lin Shiqin wore an all-black formal suit for the first time, but the cast on his left leg still made him look nondescript.He looked at himself in the mirror, only to realize that his complexion was so bad. He raised the corners of his eyes with his hands, trying to make himself look less depressed.

"Lin Shiqin, laugh, see you in the next world."

He kept hinting to himself to make himself less sad, and when everyone was about to fall, someone had to stand up.

But standing in front of the cemetery, looking at the black-and-white photo of egg soup, Lin Shiqin was still lost.At this moment, Lin Shiqin only felt that good luck made a fool of others, that fate really played a big joke on him.The way Dan Tang laughed, the way he jumped beside him, and the way he lay on his lap are still vivid in his memory, Lin Shiqin's memory is obviously such a vivid egg soup.

It was the custard that would come back and spin around his legs even if it ran a long distance.

Dan Tang's death seemed to be a thorn in his heart.

He thumped his stuffy chest and muttered to himself, "See you in the next world."

We, be there or be square.

When they were about to leave, Song He still didn't come.

Wang Jinran wanted to take out his mobile phone to send a message to Song He, but he just sighed and did nothing in the end.She didn't know what to say, because even she couldn't fully accept it.This woman has experienced too much grief and joy during this period of time, and she looks a little depressed.

When she changed out of the black suit, she said she never wanted to wear it again.

However, parting from life and death is always inevitable.

It was already late when Song He came back, he was a little depressed, he was a little afraid to face Wang Jinran, he was afraid to face his own cowardice and evasion, just after changing his shoes and looking up, Song He felt the silence in his heart Suddenly started beating violently.

Lin Shiqin was right in front of his eyes, with a smile on his face, and his position was just right for Song He to see him as soon as he opened the door.

"Why are you here? Are you waiting for me?"

Song He looked at Lin Shiqin in surprise, but then shook his head mockingly, feeling that he might have thought too much.His appearance made people feel very distressed, especially Lin Shiqin.

"I worry about you."

He was expressing himself very bluntly, and sure enough, he saw the astonished expression on Song He's face, but then Song He's face appeared ashamed again, and he came to Lin Shiqin with a wry smile, and rubbed his hair .

During this period of time, everyone was really worried.

"sorry that I had you worried."

Lin Shiqin stretched out his hand hesitantly, and finally rested his hand on Song He's head, following Song He's example, he also rubbed his hair, hoping to bring him some comfort.

The missing piece in my heart seemed to be filled by something immediately.

Few people can refuse warmth when they are decadent.Under Lin Shiqin's gentleness, Song He's emotions poured out all of a sudden, he hugged Lin Shiqin, and buried his face in the hollow of his shoulder.

Soon, Lin Shiqin felt the trembling of the boy in his arms, and a burst of wetness on his shoulders.

Song He cried.

It's okay to cry.

Lin Shiqin patted Song He's back rhythmically as before, and he also comforted Song He about Lu Zhanqi's matter in this way.As expected, Song He hugged Lin Shiqin tightly again, the only person who could give him a sense of security at this moment.

He remembered that strange dream again.

He always felt that he had lived with Lin Shiqin and Dan Tang for a long, long time.

They are carefree and free.

Lin Shiqin's eyes became deep, he knew that Song He hadn't completely let go, but he couldn't tell Song He that maybe he would still encounter custard in the next world.At that time, you can still cherish the time spent with it.

"You and it will meet again."

In the end, Lin Shiqin still said so, his tone was firm, making people feel inexplicably convincing.

"really?"

Song He's voice was muffled, and there was deep expectation hidden in his words. He only needed a little bit of hope now, and this little bit of hope would make him survive, and he also wanted to believe in Lin Shiqin from the bottom of his heart. If so, even in a scientific worldview, this is so absurd and unrealistic.

"I kid you not."

"I believe you."

Song He let go of Lin Shiqin, and embarrassedly covered his red and swollen eyes from crying.

Lin Shiqin only felt that Song He looked like a rabbit now, so he rubbed his head again and patted him on the shoulder.

"Go and sleep well~"

Song He nodded obediently, but he still sent Lin Shiqin back to his room worriedly. After packing up everything, he went back to his bedroom. When he was lying on the bed after taking a shower, he felt weird thinking about it.

This weirdness came from Lin Shiqin, he acted too strangely.

Acting like an autistic person or meeting custard for the first time.

However, in the end Song He still suppressed the doubts in his heart, he was a little afraid of his weird brain, and he only thought that Lin Shiqin's condition was getting better.

The next day, Song He plucked up the courage to go to the cemetery alone to see the egg custard, and he wanted to make a decision.He stared faintly at the egg custard under the black and white photo.Song He, who was in a complicated mood, simply sat beside him, with his head down, like a sculpture, motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

He didn't speak or move, as if deliberately wasting time.

After sitting for an hour, he stood up and looked at the custard with a smile.

"See you in the future, custard."

Afterwards, Song He left the cemetery, and when he left, his back was a little carefree.

Perhaps, the death of egg soup came to an end under this background.

Seeing that their son had regained his usual vigor, Song Jing and Wang Jinran were also relieved, and the whole family returned to the warm and energetic atmosphere before.

Perhaps it was because of the custard that aroused Lin Shiqin's instincts, which made his previous behavior extremely out of character, and now he has returned to his previous state of living in his own world without taking in oil and salt, which is really inconsistent.

He still lives alone in his own circle, even though Song He already feels how different and intimate their relationship is.

Fortunately, however, Lin Shiqin is still doing his best to get in touch with this world and learn all the skills and knowledge that can make him an ordinary person. He is facing the new life with utmost optimism and honesty.

Song He began to prepare for the new programming competition, and drafted his own project plan. He was at school all day, fighting like a "dog". He had never been so diligent before seeing a professor.

In addition, Song Jing is also following up on the company's latest project. It is said that this project is very important. Song Jing, who did not bring home work, also stayed in the study for a few nights.

However, Wang Jinran has recently started preparing for a new book. The world view of the new structure has been planned a long time ago. Now the editor is urging her again, so she started to prepare, and now she always wears a black frame. Glasses.

Everyone is busy, and everyone has their own rhythm.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner and is developing in a good place.

Lin Shiqin affectionately calls it a new beginning.

The author has something to say: I really like custard~

The next world strives to make the custard last longer.

Say one sentence every day: I want to lose weight!

Tomorrow, I am going to make perfect at home, but I have never succeeded in making perfect!

Hope you don't fail tomorrow! ! ! !