Monopolize the favor of paranoid gods

Song Zhixun didn't know why Gong would suddenly confess his love, but since he confessed, he had to be comforted no matter what, Song Zhixun spent a lot of money to buy the best bottle of nutrition medicine, thought about it, and then threw the cute girl doll in the in the bottle.

"There's no way for you to drink it directly, just drink it like this, and I'll take it out for you when it's finished."

The palace that was suddenly thrown into the nutrient solution: "???"

The little beggars saw a large pile of nutrient potions in Song Zhixun's hands, their eyes were straightened, and they staggered out of the shadows and stretched out their hands to look at Song Zhixun longingly. Although they were beggars, they were not dirty at all. Dust said so, but the little beggar's body is so thin that you can see the protruding joints, and it looks similar to Rui visually.

Rui, who deliberately abused himself, can be placed on the same level as the little beggar. Obviously, the little beggar is really thin.

Song Zhixun stuffed the bottles into the hands of the little beggar one by one. The little beggar was not polite at all, he wanted as much as he could, and even wanted to take the vending machine away with him.

"Will I be arrested for a strange reason if I just buy so much?" I remember that the reason Issel was arrested was because he was found to have hoarded too many nutritional potions.

As if hearing Song Zhixun's muttering, the little beggar suddenly stopped with an expression of eagerness to continue asking for it even though he was already full, and bumped Song Zhixun's calf when Song Zhixun was about to continue buying.

"what happened?"

"No more." The little beggar concealed the desire in his eyes, "This is enough."

Song Zhixun was a little surprised. He realized that what he said just now was heard. Obviously, these beggars also knew the seriousness of the matter.

"Then take me away." Song Zhixun wanted to see what the slums that Issel sympathized with looked like.

Song Zhixun, the lower level of the City of Steel, has never been down. He has done his best every day just busy with life, so how could he have time to come to the lower level.

Song Zhixun, who was used to the sunshine and moonlight, was quite uncomfortable in this lower level that was gradually losing light. After turning on the light of the communicator, Song Zhixun realized that this place was actually very vast.

"Can you see such a dark place?" Song Zhixun asked when he found that the little beggar who was leading the way walked forward without any hesitation.

"Slums don't need light, light is for useful people."

"Then can you see it?" Song Zhixun squinted his eyes. In fact, it can't be said that he couldn't see it at all. At least there would be a small bright light bulb in a sudden corner, but the light was too dim. The eyes can't keep up with the light.

"I'm used to it." Song Zhixun looked at the other party unexpectedly, did his eyes have a different structure?

People in the slums have no jobs, and they cannot drive the economy, so any facilities are a waste for them, and the people above hardly give any support. Song Zhixun can also see these small light bulbs. Discarded wires from nowhere, probably some skilled workers in the slums made these gadgets.

"Will someone come to support you at ordinary times?"

"No." Song Zhixun saw the thin little beggar with his thin shoulders.

"Why don't you study?" Song Zhixun asked, "Even in the garbage dump, you should be able to find a lot of things that can be used for study and research. Since there are people here who can make light bulbs and lights, at least they can do something, right?"

The little beggar paused slightly: "We are studying, but we can't find a job because we are the lower class."

Song Zhixun was taken aback, and subconsciously looked at the little beggar's bracelet. In the country of steel, even the lower class people who are not under management have to wear a bracelet. The country of steel is too strict on things that cannot be controlled. The value of the ring is much higher than that of the little beggar itself.

"arrive."

"Are you there?" Song Zhixun narrowed his eyes and raised his communicator. The bright light directly illuminated the space, but the light went directly to the deepest part. Shock.

It seems that they are not very used to the bright light. Countless people covered their eyes with their hands, and they put down their hands after a while to get used to it.

The space here is huge, not a small space on the upper floor, basically it looks like a morgue where dead bodies are displayed.

Human beings in shabby clothes lay on the ground, and the privacy space they created for themselves was just a small space made of iron sheets. Even Song Zhixun saw many small spaces made for himself with discarded large household appliances. space, so that it directly looks like a person is put in a coffin.

The eyes of the people here are lifeless, lifeless, and everyone looks at Song Zhixun with indifference. In this huge but crowded slum, it is very quiet. Everyone seems to be trying to preserve their strength. I don't have the strength to communicate anymore.

Although Song Zhixun had some imaginations about this place, it actually looked more shocking than imagined. Song Zhixun would not naively think that this is all there is, and the situation in the slums is even more severe than he imagined.

It is conceivable that even the upper class may find it difficult to maintain false prosperity now. It is too difficult for people to leave the land and basically want to continue to survive.

"No matter what era, there will be such a phenomenon." Gong's voice appeared in his ears, and Song Zhixun looked down at the girl doll who had finished drinking the nutrient solution in the bottle and was lying on the side of the bottle looking at the outside scene, "Even if It was in times of prosperity that poverty was unavoidable."

Song Zhixun looked down at the little beggar rushing into the crowd holding the nutrient potion, and then saw the extremely terrifying side. People who were still very tired stretched out their hands to the little beggar one after another, and some of them had no strength to do anything. When he got up again, he could only use his hands and feet to crawl forward. It looked like an evil ghost from hell.

The little beggar ran vigorously, Song Zhixun took a step forward, and then heard a loud voice: "Everyone calm down and return to their positions! Otherwise! Dispose according to the rules!"

Song Zhixun stopped when he heard this sound, stood where he was, raised his light, and looked up happily when he saw the little beggar who was panting after only two or three steps: "Brother Haifeng!"

Standing in front of the little beggar was a relatively strong-looking young man in his 30s and [-]s. He also wore shabby clothes and showed his hands and feet, but his face looked much better than others.

At this time, the crowd, which had already begun to be a little commotion, gradually returned to their positions. The man called Haifeng might be similar to the leader here.

Haifeng raised his head, adjusted to the bright light coming from Song Zhixun's direction, saw the little beggar holding a lot of nutritional medicine in his arms, rubbed the little beggar's head with a smile, and bowed to Song Zhixun: "Thank you very much Your help."

"It's nothing."

Haifeng touched the little beggar's head: "Go and distribute the nutritional potion, and then start distributing it to everyone according to the current demand. Remember to recycle the bottle."

"Okay, Brother Haifeng." The little beggar ran away, but Haifeng walked towards Song Zhixun.

"Is it dazzling? Should I turn off the brightness?" Song Zhixun asked.

"No, it's fine according to the brightness you like." Haifeng stretched out his hand and made an inviting gesture, "Do you need to sit down? Or, if you don't feel comfortable here, we can go out."

It's really uncomfortable here. These withered corpses, but still panting humans, look like evil spirits in the dark.

There was a strange smell in the air, which made Song Zhixun very uncomfortable, and he was almost fainted by the smell.

"Go out." Song Zhixun couldn't say that he was delicate, it was too uncomfortable here.

Haifeng took Song Zhixun back to the bright hall. Song Zhixun took a deep breath, and finally felt that he had recovered. The dirty air below really made him very uncomfortable.

"Thank you very much for your help." Haifeng took out the communicator. Song Zhixun was a little surprised. He didn't expect that there were still people with a communicator. The virtual screen displayed by the communicator showed some photos of young men and women. .

The men and women above are all handsome in appearance, much better looking than the haggard and almost dead humans below.

"These are the better men and women here, you can choose which one you like."

"What do you mean?" Song Zhixun couldn't understand.

Haifeng scratched his head, and seemed to be a little embarrassed: "Could it be that you are here purely to deliver nutritional medicines, not to pick pets?"

Song Zhixun was taken aback, pet?

"Illegal pet?" Song Zhixun suddenly thought of this word.

Nowadays, there are indeed many people who specialize in breeding low-intelligence but beautiful humans as pets, but the price is very high. Could it be that many people go underground to choose pets?

"If a pet with enough IQ doesn't hurt its owner?" Song Zhixun asked.

"Please don't worry, they will never make themselves look like a normal person, and they will never hurt you." Haifeng swiped casually a few times, and looked up at the hooded boy, "Everyone here You can choose to take away those who are relatively clean and good looking."

"So you are the leader of this slum? Are you not afraid of breaking the law by selling pets at will?"

"It's not against the law. The pets who were taken away were all pets who married voluntarily. If they were voluntary, they would not have violated the law."

"How do I know if they're willing or not?"

Haifeng sighed: "It's the first time for a customer to buy a pet. We poor people have to pay a lot to survive. Being picked away means that we can survive more easily. All the registrations here are voluntary. Even if it is discarded after being toyed with for a period of time, at least it can live for a while longer."

Is it serious enough?

Song Zhixun really didn't expect that the current situation is so severe, and Iser's sympathy at the beginning may be really unbearable.

"It's probably all my fault." Gong's voice reached Song Zhixun's ears, "If it wasn't for me..."

"It's not your fault." Song Zhixun didn't give Gong any chance to think and grieve, "Isn't that the ups and downs of human beings? It's just that human wisdom can't deal with the current results."

"If you have a crush on someone, please take him away." Haifeng reminded, "I hope you can treat pets well."

voluntary?Song Zhixun thought for a while, and started to operate Haifeng's virtual screen. Haifeng breathed a sigh of relief, at least one person could get out of here.

"Is there only so much?" Song Zhixun's question made Haifeng nervous again.

"Is there nothing you like here?" Obviously Haifeng was very nervous, but Song Zhixun's vision was so high that he didn't expect it.

"I just feel that there are few choices."

"In the slums, there is always not enough food for everyone. There are many good-looking people who are quite haggard due to malnutrition. If you want to be able to raise them, I can also provide information here."

"In the final analysis, it's all..." Old, weak, sick and disabled.

"Why buy it?" Gong's voice disturbed Song Zhixun again, "No matter what you like, I can change it for you. Why do you need a pet?"

"What I want is not a pet." Song Zhixun sighed, "God is not worthy of my bed, how could these thin guys easily get into my bed?"

Gong was suddenly choked by Song Zhixun's boldness. He didn't know how to answer this question. The God of Destruction, who had always acted recklessly, fell into deep worry. Could it be that the reason why the Queen of God didn't invite them all this time was because she thought they were unworthy? ?

They don't deserve...who deserves?

"If you want to continue to choose, I can take you to other slums to see, maybe there will be a type you like."

Haifeng's proposal caught Song Zhixun's attention: "Are you connected to every slum?"

"Everyone is a difficult person in life, and helping each other is a normal communication."

"So, down below, do you have connections to all the slums?"

Haifeng was taken aback, and tentatively replied: "I can't say everything."

Does that mean basically most of it?

"Could it be that there aren't many people in these slums who can be regarded as labor force?" Song Zhixun's fingers slid across the virtual screen, "These look very weak. Compared with them, I am more optimistic about you."

Haifeng was obviously stunned, as if he didn't expect Song Zhixun to call him by name.

Only then did Haifeng take the initiative to look at Song Zhixun. When he was underground, he just felt that the young man was unusually thin. His voice was very nice. The line of the jaw and the pink and rosy lips exposed from under the hood are very attractive.

Haifeng walked forward unconsciously, and stretched out his hand to pull away Song Zhixun's hood. The boy's soft hair slipped between his palms, and the boy's appearance came into view.

Haifeng gasped unconsciously. The young man's appearance was more perfect than any pet he had ever seen. The delicate eyebrows and eyes were naturally surrounded by the charm of attracting others, and there were no flaws in his facial features. , his fair skin is like white jade, and his appearance is three points more beautiful than the most perfect robot in the world.

However, what caught his attention even more was the ring on the boy's neck, and his heart turned cold. Is this boy actually a pet that has been exchanged?He actually wears a pet ring, did his master ask him to come here?

"What do you mean... Could it be that your master..."

A bad idea appeared in Haifeng's mind. Although he knew that many people had eccentricities, could it be said that his master was not good enough but still liked it, so he took the initiative to let his pets find objects that he could take back for obscenity?

"You..." Haifeng couldn't help but stepped forward and hugged Song Zhixun, "Don't be afraid, if you need me, I will go back with you, and I will... be gentle to you."

Song Zhixun who was hugged suddenly: Does he have some strange brain circuit?

"I'm not looking for a pet." Song Zhixun pushed the other party away, mercilessly, squinting at the other party with his beautiful eyes, "Don't you know me? I obviously have a communicator."

What does it mean?After hearing this, Haifeng felt that there was something in Song Zhixun's words, and looked at the boy again.

What does the boy mean? Could it be that there is information about him on the Internet?Searching in his mind, the young man's appearance is unforgettably handsome, if he has seen it, he should not have no memory at all.

Song Zhixun couldn't help but sighed, even if the incident was so big, he would not notice himself in the lower class just to survive, right? This time it seems to be the right one.

"I'm the envoy of Rasterui Palace." Since Song Zhixun wanted to directly open the ancestral hall on the lower floor, he wanted to attract people to worship. Those people who had lost hope of life were also Song Zhixun's goals.

Maybe they can't give him money, but they can give him strength. Now the Raster Palace is very short of people!

He doesn't want to build a country of steel again in the Rasteri Palace. The combination of human labor and nature is the correct way of development.

"After a while, the gods of Rasteri Palace will build shrines around the godswood forest. If you are willing to believe in the gods of Rasterui Palace and dedicate everything to the gods, the gods will understand the loyalty of believers and give them People with enough God's favor and enough faith will be accepted by the Rasteri Palace and become the people of the gods."

Haifeng stared blankly at Song Zhixun, as if he couldn't understand what Song Zhixun said.

"That is to say, as long as you have enough faith, you are willing to become a believer in God." Song Zhixun smiled, and all of this seemed to be wrapped in the sacred, "Then God will give you a new home. There is hunger, there will be no war, everything, only a peaceful and happy world."

Haifeng looked at the back of Song Zhixun leaving, the boy's whole body seemed to be surrounded by the sacred light favored by the gods, his every word and every word made him unable to have doubts, through the boy's eyes, he seemed to see that only A paradise that exists only in dreams.

"If you have the heart to believe in God, God will not abandon you." Before the young man left, his soft and delicate hand gently touched his cheek, as if giving him the love of God, "Go tell others, God will take care of all believers."

The boy's coming and going was like a dream, if it wasn't for the bottles and cans brought back by the little beggar, Haifeng even thought it was just his own imagination.

Looking at those bottles and cans, Haifeng clenched his fists, even if it was a false hope that he could give up the current painful life, he would give it a try!

"How many underground slums are there?" Song Zhixun knew that even if the area had been reduced a lot compared to the ancient planet, the real underground slums were too large.

"There are a lot of people, and there are a lot of people." Gong answered Song Zhixun's words, and Song Zhixun picked up the bottle and looked at the girl doll sitting in the bottle.

"If it is true that there will be many more believers by then, can the Rasteri Palace hold it?" Song Zhixun only considered this issue after he calmed down. The Rasterui Palace has boundaries, and now these people have eaten If they don’t have enough to eat, they will not hesitate to let them kill people in order to be able to eat food. Under such circumstances, it is too easy to believe in God. Birth, if a large number of human beings are poured into the Rasteri Palace now, will it destroy the ecological environment?"

Gong moved his fingers and knocked on the bottle: "Do you regret it?"

Song Zhixun looked down at the girl doll in the bottle. She had a beautiful red skirt and slender legs, and her long red hair was very smooth. It seemed a bit romantic like a girl in a bottle.

"Did you know? I suddenly want to kiss you now." Such a sense of romance gave Song Zhixun an urge to be intimate.

Gong was taken aback for a moment, pawing at the bottle with both hands, as if he didn't realize what Song Zhixun was saying.

"I never have this kind of impulse towards anyone, because I hate all the people who covet me. Aren't you the same, are you coveting me? Because of the status of the queen of God, you can't reject my physiology Doesn't it exist?" Song Zhixun kissed the bottle, "But I don't reject it, do you know what this means?"

Gong's face gradually turned red, and Song Zhixun knew that this so-called God of Destruction was just the thinking of a child who had just begun to learn to think.

"Because I care about you. If I want to use these unknown humans to destroy the original tranquility of Rasteri Palace, I am not willing." Song Zhixun gently rubbed the bottle wall with his fingers, " Maybe this is the so-called attraction of God to the Queen of God."

Gong looked at Song Zhixun's eyes, his eyes were not false, but real...

Gong hesitated for a long time: "Do you like this kind of play?"

"What?" Song Zhixun was taken aback.

Gong closed his mouth, got into the bottle, and curled up.

"Come out?" Song Zhixun asked.

"No, this is pretty good." Gong leaned against the wall of the bottle and looked up at Song Zhixun, "Isn't this more like an ornament?"

"En." Song Zhixun pointed the bottle at the light, and because the bottle was tilted, the Forbidden City put his hands on the wall of the bottle and knelt on the side. Song Zhixun looked at the other side seriously, "This is really cute."

Gong was silent for a moment, then raised the corner of his mouth: "En."

Although I took a turn around the slums, there are still things to do. Sitting in the bottle, Gong looked up at Song Zhixun and said, "You don't have to worry about the capacity and resources of Rasterui Palace. As long as there is Rui, there will be enough. supply, as long as I am here, the generated garbage will be continuously decomposed, the ecology will not be destroyed, you only need to do what you want to do.”

He is much more cheerful. Song Zhixun can recall the appearance of him rushing to kill him when he first saw Gong. .

"Then what if Ruster wakes up?" Song Zhixun lowered his head and asked, "If Ruster wakes up, what can he do?"

Gong raised his head and looked at the young man who looked down at him against the light: "Rast, you can bring this country of steel back to what it used to be."

Song Zhixun's footsteps stopped suddenly. He... never thought about the possibility of such a thing.

"It's...is it okay?"

"Rast is the god of creation, everything is just creation." The silver-haired man appeared in front of Gong's eyes. Between the creations of his fingers, everything was just a toy. "Trees cannot grow on steel, so It's just now, as long as Ruster is willing, trees can grow even in the clouds, this world is just a toy for Ruster."

Song Zhixun opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak. He only knew the name of the God of Creation, but he had never communicated with Rust. Was what Ruster could do that he couldn't imagine? ?

"Then why is he asleep?"

"When you are tired from playing, you will want to sleep." Gong lowered his eyes, "Everyone has different opinions on Luster's deep sleep, but only Rui and I know that he is just tired, tired of playing, tired of playing, and doesn't want to stop Continue."

—he wanted to die.

In this lonely world, in this world of ups and downs, there is nothing that can attract him anymore, and now he just wants to let go of everything and die like this.

"Would you like to? If Luster dies, isn't it all over for you?"

"Yes."

When continuing, Gong didn't say any more, he raised his head in silence, and saw Song Zhixun's thoughtful side face.

The country of steel, this world he is no longer familiar with, has turned into such a strange appearance. Without the sky, people are locked in a small grid and never come out again. This place is like an ant nest, but it is already there. to the outside world.

Rust fell into a deep sleep, and after he fell asleep, the world allowed humans to develop at will, eventually resulting in the current world that is on the verge of destruction.

Before meeting the God Empress, whether they will be destroyed, whether they will disappear, all these are irrelevant issues, he and Rui are just the birth of Rast, Rast disappears, they just It should disappear.

Everything about Rust guides them, even death.

"Why are you injured?" Gong raised his head and looked at Song Zhixun, "Your arm has signs of being broken."

"Can you see it?" It has been completely repaired by Rui, and he is worthy of being the god of destruction. "I went to see Sha Ya. There was a small accident and my arm was broken."

Song Zhixun remembered that he had used the knight's sword to destroy the protection barn beyond his control. It was very difficult for him to even lift the knight's sword. He didn't expect to damage himself so easily.

"Sha Ya..." Gong was obviously taken aback when he heard the name.

"How is it? Do you miss your former false god queen?" Song Zhixun couldn't help teasing with the corners of his lips curled up.

"Sha Ya is not a God Empress, let alone a false God Empress." Gong unconsciously frowned, trying to stand up from the bottle, but was shaken by Song Zhixun, "We can give her strength because of human beings. Pray, her identity is fabricated by herself."

"Oh?" Song Zhixun lowered his eyes, "But I think you listen to her?"

Otherwise, how could it have turned into such a mindless appearance?

"It is impossible for humans to shake God." Gong frowned slightly, sitting cross-legged in the bottle, as if he had discovered something, "Why can humans have such a great influence on me?"

"Ask me that? Who should I ask?" Song Zhixun curled his lips.

"The False God Empress is recognized by Last, and we don't know what Last is thinking." Gong narrowed his eyes, and Last's eyes seemed to still appear in front of his eyes, "The person recognized by Last, we can't resist."

Song Zhixun vaguely noticed something, and all of this seemed to point to Rast in the end. The sleeping Rast, if he didn't wake up, no one would be able to understand.

It seems that Ruster has to wake up completely to understand, otherwise, looking at his back, he will never know what he is thinking for the rest of his life.

-

After Yuan Hei finished the meeting, he rubbed his brows sadly, and looked up at the small piece of blue sky through the small space.

"You go back." Yuan Hei said to the assistant next to him, the assistant nodded, went to the cubicle and entered the cubicle, suddenly lost power, the assistant itself was just a robot.

Yuan Hei has always used his body to work, because Song Zhixun has always been like this, so he will do the same.

Turning around, the tired Yuan Hei turned on the communicator, which stored photos of the two of them together, but stopped under a photo.

This is a picture Song Zhixun took when he was sick and had a video call with himself. The dazed young man fell into the soft sheets, half-closed his eyes as if he was still awake.

The corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, and Yuan Hei admitted that as long as he saw the other party, he would feel better.

Queen of God...

What exactly does that mean.

Yuan Hei cared very much, terribly, but every time Song Zhixun spoke to him, it seemed as if he was enjoying it.

There was no way to speak, no way to ask, he liked Song Zhixun's happy appearance.

Song Zhixun sent him a lot of photos of the Raster Palace, the blue sky, the endless grassland, the dense jungle, the strange animals, the lake against the moonlight, all of which can only be seen in the virtual game , the truth was shown in front of him, and Yuan Hei suddenly realized that he and Song Zhixun were no longer standing on the same ground.

Yuan Hei checked Song Zhixun's information. Recently, Song Zhixun contacted him less and less frequently.

After watching and watching, Yuan Hei unconsciously tapped on Dial. After Yuan Hei found out, he couldn't help laughing at himself. After leaving for a long time and thinking too much, he didn't even have the ability to control himself not to disturb the other party.

"Yuan Hei?" Song Zhixun answered Yuan Hei's call, looking at the familiar face, Yuan Hei slightly raised the corners of his mouth, hiding his uncontrollable longing.

"How are you doing, are you okay?"

"I'm okay, but there are a lot of things."

"Really, we haven't seen each other for a long time. Since your house moved away, I don't know where to find you." Joking words, poor vocabulary, trying to hide the miss, but still can't help but have complained.

"At that time, I will give you a pass in Raster Palace. Come whenever you want. You are my friend. No matter where you are, I will never abandon you." Song Zhixun's voice was full of laughter, and he was very happy. I like Yuan Hei, I like it very much, Yuan Hei has ganged up on him too much, he and Yuan Hei are real brothers who have no relatives and no reason, they have no blood, but they have friendship.

"Okay." Yuan Hei said in a low voice, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Helping Song Zhixun has basically become a part of his life. No matter how busy he is, Yuan Hei never forgets to care about Song Zhixun. No matter how many headaches he has, caring for him has become a habit.

but now……

I'm afraid he has nowhere to help.

"Yes." Suddenly, Song Zhixun's voice came from the opposite side, with a bit of heartiness, "Are you in the office now?"

"Yes..." Yuan Hei's brain froze for a moment, unable to understand Song Zhixun's meaning.

"I came out of Rasteri Palace. It's too late and there is no place to stay. You can take me in for a night."

Yuan Hei's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at Song Zhixun's background. After turning on the video, all his eyes were only on Song Zhixun's face, completely ignoring the surrounding scenery, but looking at it now, could it be that...

Yuan Hei quickly grabbed the coat he put on the back of the chair and rushed out of the office: "Close."

He rushed downstairs, only to realize that his communicator hadn't been hung up yet, and Song Zhixun watched the live broadcast of his rushing out.

Song Zhixun, who was wearing that simple set of clothes, put his hips on his hips and smiled: "I really didn't expect you to miss me so much. I almost threw the stool when I saw you coming out just now. If you were faster, you might be caught Call the police, hahahaha."

Yuan Hei panted lightly, looked at the young man who bent over with a smile in front of him, took a deep breath, stepped forward and reached out to stroke the young man's hair: "Are you getting fat?"

Song Zhixun: "???"

"I've gained a lot of weight, and there's a lot of flesh on my face." Yuan Hei stepped forward, hugged Song Zhixun from behind, and pinched his waist. As expected, soft flesh came out. Alright? How fat are you?"

"Who's getting fat? Who's getting fat? I'm just a little rounder than before." Song Zhixun reached out and pressed Yuan Hei's hand, "Don't pinch my flesh, it's very itchy!"

"You still say you're not fat, you almost have a double chin when you lower your head!" Yuan Hei's teasing voice couldn't help but reveal a deep smile.

"Nonsense, you have a double chin." Song Zhixun couldn't help but lowered his head and touched his chin.

"Hahahahahaha." Yuan Hei laughed tears, which were very obvious on the quiet street, but Yuan Hei's smile couldn't be concealed no matter what.

As long as Song Zhixun is by his side, he can smile naturally from the bottom of his heart.

"Is it really so obvious that I'm fat?" Song Zhixun couldn't help touching his cheek, squeezed out a piece of flesh, and his face darkened.

"It's quite obvious." Yuan Hei smiled, "I used to look cool and cold when I was thin, but I look a lot cuter after I got fat, and I look good now."

"I've always been good-looking." Of course Song Zhixun didn't think that Yuan Hei was flattering him, he was really good-looking!

"Yes." Yuan Hei covered his mouth and coughed, "I have never seen anyone more beautiful than you in this world."

Song Zhixun's expression was a little subtle, and he turned his head to stare at Yuan Hei seriously: "Yuan Hei, you know, it's impossible for us."

Yuan Hei's face darkened: "What are you thinking about?"

Of course he knew they couldn't be together.

"So I'll stay with you tonight, do you have a room?" Song Zhixun asked.

"Your room is always ready for you."

"Okay." Song Zhixun put his arms around Yuan Hei's shoulders, "Is the orchid I mailed to you still there?"

"It's at home."

"Is it blooming?"

"No……"

Gong sat motionless in the glass bottle, he could see the complicated soul of the man named Yuan Hei beside Song Zhixun.

He loves him, but Gong has no way to take action against this kind of love, this love is too complicated and mixed with too much, Gong has no way to take action to destroy this complicated feeling.

Yuan Hei's feelings for Song Zhixun are extremely complicated. This complexity is precipitated by time, and different emotions are constantly mixed in the communication. They are used to each other, adapt to each other, and add too much emotion to it. , Let the so-called love become impure.

They could never be together, and Yuan Hei also had the same idea.

Therefore, human talents are those who have been handed down to the end and have not been destroyed. Their hearts are strong and complicated, so this world