The invulnerability of fast wear

After that day, Wu Xie never left the Yin family's old house.

In Yinsong’s room, a half-wall extended glass balcony is added, which is covered with khaki upholstery and expensive binoculars. Usually, before he goes out for business, he will carefully bring the doctor, who has been in a bad mood recently, to come here carefully. After carefully instructing the precautions, he was willing to leave.

The doctor, however, seemed more indifferent than ever, as if he had stepped into a logical dead end where he couldn't get out, thinking about things that outsiders didn't understand all the time, and his perception of the world was getting thinner and thinner.

This made Yin Song start to get scared.

But he didn't know what else to do besides restricting the other party's range of physical activities.

In fact, he understood that even if he did something more extreme to the doctor now, the other party would probably just accept it numbly and would not raise any objections.

But he didn't want... he didn't want to take advantage of others.

Even if this idea is extremely ridiculous to him who has already made a mistake, it is so ridiculous that even irony is superfluous.

Before going out, he looked at the man who was sitting alone on the soft cushion and looking straight into the distance. It was just a glance, but the exhaustion that was exuded by that man had slowly fallen like a muddy curtain, like the setting sun that was about to sink into the horizon, leaving only physical The physical body in the sense still remains in the world.

The soul is gone.

Wu Xie realized that the world had completely failed.

Although the pocket watch parts were obtained through Yin Bai, they could no longer be restored. Some of the internal gears that housed the tracker were slightly bent. Chai Lin indeed hired a good watchmaker to do it. This also means that even if it is reassembled Pocket watches, original accessories will not be used.

The mission props failed to be stored, and Yin Song's healing rate only reached 20%.

This was the first time he was stuck by the difficulty of clearing the level. When he realized that the matter was irreversible, he originally wanted to commit suicide and start over, but was stopped by the system.

"Host, failure to store quest props will not eject you from the world immediately." The electronic voice has no ups and downs, "If you want, you can stay here until you die."

The man repeatedly opened and closed the watch cover, as if he didn't pay attention to what it said.

"You can learn about Yin Song's past and future here, and know what Yin Song needs. There is only one chance to start again. Don't waste the benefits of staying in the world. When the information is collected, the host will definitely be able to do better than now. Better." The system said, "Besides, since the host has confirmed that the past of 'Wu Xie' is infinitely close to you in the real world, will the experience of 'Yin Song' in this world also be consistent with Mr. Yan's real past? Infinitely close?"

The silver watch cover was closed with a "click", and the man rubbed it for a moment, then let out a few low laughs after a long absence, and said softly:

"0001, you finally learned the skill of 'persuasion'."

When the system heard the code spit out from the host's mouth, the entire circuit flickered a little. It was the first time it experienced what is called "stuck" by a human being. It reported this code when it first saw the host, but later the host always It is called "system", and it has never been called the number. It thought the host had forgotten it, but it didn't expect the other party to remember it.

Or in other words——the host always remembers, but just doesn't call.

0001 once again appreciates the subtlety of human emotions from the use of names.

"If this world extracts the memory fragments between me and Mr. Yan, then other experiences that have nothing to do with the Yin family may indeed be Mr. Yan's." Looking at the pocket watch spread out in the palm of his hand, the man lowered his voice , "If this is the case... then it is also..."

pat.

The water droplets quickly seeped into the fabric, creating a diffuse dark blue.

The falling tears exceeded 0001 and his owner's expectations at the same time. The man wiped the warmth from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and unconsciously let out an "eh", laughing like self-deprecating:

"Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

Called up the background information and glanced at it, but 0001 did not answer.

Yin Song in this world has never lived in a normal environment, at least not before the age of 12.

The article did not describe his mother's past in detail, but only said that her occupation was a private room lady. After getting entangled with Yin Zao when she was young, she tried to defraud her of marriage and money through fraudulent pregnancy, but failed—only this time Fraudulent pregnancy is not completely aimless, Yin Song's birth is a proof.

Although the fraudulent pregnancy was unsuccessful, Yin Song’s mother managed to marry a businessman as a sequel. She portrayed a strong single mother with a child, and soon made the businessman fall in love with her. Is this relationship true love? I don't know, but Yin Song did live a peaceful life for several years until his adoptive father went bankrupt when he was six years old.

The high amount of leverage forced the insolvent adoptive father to commit suicide by jumping off the building. Even so, the life insurance money from the accidental death could not save the company with high debts. Yin Song's mother resumed her old business in order to make a living. The darkest time.

All kinds of people kept coming to collect debts, forcing the mother who had only a strong appearance into a desperate situation. After being poured a basin of water and told "If you don't pay the debt again, the next time will be sulfuric acid", the last straw that broke the camel finally Falling behind, the mother who relied on alcoholism and hookah suffered from severe depression and almost unresolved mania.

The adoptive father's daughter was spared a catastrophe because she attended high school, and the young Yin Song, who was at home day and night, became a punching bag for her mother when she was ill or suffering.

No one knows how Yin Song spent those days. He suffered from aphasia without any throat problems, because he was kept at home all the time and never attended any serious school until Yin Zao began to intervene.

Yin Zao neatly placed this half-mad woman into a nursing home, and hired a special therapist to guide her only "son" accordingly. This cruel and painful life can be seen through a few words Come to an end.

The first Yin Song Wu Xie met in this world was a young man who had finished psychotherapy and looked no different from a normal person. He even naively retained a little hobby of painting.

Although 0001 couldn't determine the reason for the host's tears, it felt that it might have something to do with this understated background narrative.

That is probably the empathy of a human being for another human being.

Empathy to the "heartache" that almost feels the same.

……

It was rare for the doctor to wait for him to go home at such a time.

Yin Song glanced at his watch. The man brought out the iced mung bean soup from the kitchen. He was very familiar with his taste and put down three spoonfuls of sugar. Then he sat opposite him, biting a long and thin cigarette. He didn't light it, but just silently Looked at him as if waiting for his first bite.

Put the porcelain white spoon into your mouth, and the tip of your tongue tastes the refreshingness of crushed ice and the sweetness of sugar, just like scooping in a non-greasy smoothie, even the taste is so stimulated that ice particles burst out.

Very refreshing, not greasy mung bean soup.

He thought of the quick-frozen dumplings he had eaten a long time ago, which were also cooked by the teacher. Although they were frozen, the meat was still fresh when bitten down. Very fragrant, as delicious as freshly minced meat mixed with raw eggs.

There is always a faint sweetness to be tasted.

Seeing him move the spoon, the man didn't say anything. He took out the lighter and lowered his head to light the tobacco. After taking a deep breath, he got up and carried the cigarette to the floor-to-ceiling balcony at the other end of the living room, and slowly exhaled thick smoke from his mouth. Come on - he is obviously a habitual smoker, and he can puff out beautiful smoke rings very skillfully.

But he seldom does this, usually just let the smoke go away from his lips, slowly wrap himself in the thick smell like clouds and mist, stand quietly in the wind for a while, make sure the smell of smoke around him fades away, Only then will he return to the front of everyone and cover his real self with a mask-like appearance.

In the huge living room, only the spherical chandelier in the dining room was brightly turned on.

Yin Song could see the changing colors of the sparks when the man's fingertips shone, red, orange, orange, red... It was like a cycle of dark and bright moods, mixed in the slender shadows covered with outdoor lights, forming a dumb and unclear watercolor painting.

Wu Xie blew out the snow-white smoke, tasted the bitter aroma of the burned tobacco, and recalled many such quiet moments——

Yan Song once "invited" him to drink tea by the window. At that time, the two of them had nothing to talk about, and at the end of the drink, there was silence.

Yan Song would occasionally lie on the bed and read comics, or disassemble the Rubik's Cube. At that time, he would write records on the small table under the bed, without affecting each other.

That night when he stayed at Yan Yan's house, he actually couldn't sleep at all. When the other party's sleep habit was not particularly good and hugged him, he did not break away by a strange coincidence, but lay there, quietly listening to the rain for a long time Voice.

Yansong liked to play with his hair when he was relaxing. The two of them lay together on the couch with a scroll in each hand. Yansong was writing memorials, while he was reading military books or medical books.

Garner often stood far away from the camp to investigate. It was always dusk at that time, and the person would look at him unconsciously. He pretended not to know, and when the other party looked away, he would quietly look back and enjoy the moment A half-time unknown affair.

Little by little, the sand is gathered into a tower, the memory before entering the world has been blurred, and now there is no one left in this world that is not closely connected with Mr. Yan.

Everything is him, everywhere is him.

They are like the magnified aspects of Mr. Yan's personality, unreservedly spread out in front of him, but if you search carefully, you can still find the commonalities suppressed by the subconscious.

Loves sweets, likes books and comics, has strong hands-on skills, but poor cooking skills; although he doesn't smoke, he doesn't seem to mind his smoking, and he doesn't hate the smell of cigarettes all over his body; he likes kissing and hugging, for further desire to advance, His interest is not as high as the former; he is not good at hiding his love feelings, but he is very patient with what he wants; his ability to resist shocks is super strong, so strong that it seems that he will not be defeated by anything, and he will only deform. It may lead to an unknown character development direction.

Thinking of this, Wu Xie couldn't help but smile.

Yes, the development of each world...is always so unexpected, completely different from what he originally thought.

There was the sound of splashing water in the kitchen, and the smoke was almost exhausted.

After putting out the embers, the man blew the wind for a while, and when the young man walked in front of him, he lowered his head and smiled at the other party:

"Go ahead, I'll come back after the smell of smoke dissipates."

The young man stared at him with amber eyes, suddenly grasped the cloth around his waist with his wet hands, and gently buried his face in his arms, the young man's hoarse voice carried a bit of maturity.

"No, it smells good."

It smells very good, the scent of this smoke mixed with tea.

Unique, Wu Xie's taste.