eyes outside the box

—Only love and death can change everything.

It just happened to be this sentence, it happened to be this sentence!

Obviously Yang Bowen turned a page casually, obviously Yang Bowen pointed to a sentence casually, but it just happened to be this sentence.

Duan Jiuze looked at Yang Bowen fixedly, he couldn't convince himself that Yang Bowen's casual finger pointing was a coincidence.

In Duan Jiuze's view, Yang Bowen is one of the most important key points in his entire reincarnated world.The most obvious is that Yang Bowen can keep him in the real world.

As for the first white mist after coming to this world, Duan Jiuze even had the illusion that the churning white mist was a reflection of Yang Bowen's true mood.

Because at that time, Yang Bowen's resistance to Wang Qin was very fierce.

Duan Jiuze wanted to know what Yang Bowen saw that day, so he naturally attached great importance to what Yang Bowen said.And Yang Bowen pointed out that this sentence is exactly the same as what Yang Bowen said for the first time in that world.

Such a sentence seems to be a prophecy, a prophecy that Duan Jiuze must pay attention to.

Suddenly, white mist filled the whole room again - except for the pair of eyes that were looking at Duan Jiuze.

But when Duan Jiuze turned his head and looked around, the white mist just now seemed to be just an illusion for a moment.

The room is still the same room, Yang Bowen is still the same Yang Bowen, even the width of the original windows is the same.

And Yang Bowen stared at Duan Jiuze suspiciously and innocently with those clean eyes like a child, as if he didn't understand how his random words turned Duan Jiuze's heart upside down.

Since Yang Bowen can point out such a sentence, he must be able to tell himself what he saw that day!

While thinking about it, Duan Jiuze suddenly let go of Yang Bowen's wrist, walked to the window in two steps, pulled aside all the curtains, and opened the window.

With his back to the window, he stood in front of Yang Bowen, pointed out the window with one hand, and asked Yang Bowen coldly, "What's outside the window?"

Holding the book in his arms, Yang Bowen stared blankly at him without any reaction.

Duan Jiuze said loudly: "What did you see!"

Yang Bowen was frightened by his sudden loud words, and hugged the old book tightly.

"What you see is not everything in the orphanage, what is it!?"

Yang Bowen didn't dare to look into Duan Jiuze's eyes anymore. In his eyes, Duan Jiuze was too dangerous at this moment, which made him resist instinctively.

Duan Jiuze walked up to Yang Bowen and sat down, holding Yang Bowen's wrist again with one hand, staring closely at Yang Bowen's lowered eyes with one hand, and still pointing out the window with the other hand, hissing at Yang Bowen continuously He asked what he saw.

"look at me!"

Duan Jiuze broke Yang Bowen's shoulders with both hands almost rudely, and kept shaking Yang Bowen's upper body, wanting to know what Yang Bowen saw.

"say!"

"..."

"say!"

The backlog of anger from several worlds seemed to erupt completely at this moment.The sense of powerlessness as if being teased by someone, and the huge gap in the moment when he thought he was about to get the answer, made Duan Jiuze almost lose his mind.

Every vague clue he could get was given to him by Yang Bowen, but when he thought he was about to unravel the darkness, this person concealed the most likely key point.

However, no matter how Duan Jiuze treated Yang Bowen, Yang Bowen did not speak, and even began to resist Duan Jiuze's contact.

Yang Bowen held the old book tightly with one hand, while the other hand kept pushing and slapping Duan Jiuze indiscriminately.He raised his head occasionally, looking at Duan Jiuze with teary eyes, like a little animal struggling in despair.

"Ozawa, you... what's wrong?"

Hearing Duan Jiuze's shout, Wang Qin worriedly went up to the second floor and went to Yang Bowen's room, trying to figure out what happened.

It's just that as soon as she entered the door, what she saw was Duan Jiuze shouting at Yang Bowen uncontrollably, and Yang Bowen cried and resisted Duan Jiuze's contact.

With the wide open windows, the faint fragrance of the leaves outside the window blows into the room with the wind.

Hearing Wang Qin's voice, Duan Jiuze calmed down all his emotions quickly and calmly, let go of Yang Bowen's shoulders, and looked at Yang Bowen coldly like a little beast that needed a place to lick his wound, shivering his shoulders and curled up in the corner of the wall, tightly Holding the book of Gibran's essays that never leaves him.

Wang Qin didn't know what happened, but it was obvious that something was wrong between Duan Jiuze and Yang Bowen.It's just that she doesn't quite understand that Duan Jiuze has been very kind to Yang Bowen these two days, even if he is his own son, he is not bad.Why all of a sudden?

Looking at Yang Bowen's appearance as if he had been abandoned, Wang Qin couldn't help feeling a little distressed when he remembered that the child was originally from an orphanage.She walked up to Yang Bowen and wanted to reach out to pull the child up, but Yang Bowen strongly resisted.

Wang Qin didn't dare to touch Yang Bowen again, but looked anxiously at Duan Jiuze: "What's wrong with you?"

Duan Jiuze calmly said, "It's okay."

After speaking, he turned around and left the room.

Wang Qin looked at Duan Jiuze who was leaving, and then turned to look at Yang Bowen who didn't want to be touched by him, not knowing what he should do.

As soon as Duan Jiuze returned to his bedroom, he locked the door behind him and tugged on his straight tie.

Duan Jiuze knew he was venting his anger, but he couldn't control himself.Because he didn't even know the object of his resentment at the beginning, only Yang Bowen, who might be related to the truth, was by his side.

Lying on the bed, Duan Jiuze stared straight at the ceiling. After a long time, he raised his right arm to cover his eyes, and then smiled softly.

That laughter is like a self-deprecating traveler, and like a traveler who laughs at the road ahead.

Why is it just me?

Why does it happen that he is constantly reborn?

Why do I have to remember the memory of every world?Why does it have to be me?

Duan Jiuze knew that no one answered even if he asked thousands of times, but the anger in his heart, which had nowhere to vent, was like an invisible giant beast, constantly devouring Duan Jiuze's long-standing calmness.

Sometimes, Duan Jiuze would also think, is it fine if he dies?

But there was another voice in my heart that kept shouting: Don't admit defeat!Why are you admitting defeat!

Duan Jiuze didn't want to admit defeat either, but living year after year without being able to know the end of life, this is really too easy to cause despair.

Duan Jiuze wanted to shout, to vent, to break through this cursed rebirth!

He kept trying to find clues and recorded everything, but it seemed to be of no use.

Duan Jiuze took out the notebook in his jacket pocket, stared at it for several minutes, then sat up suddenly and reached out to tear it up.

Since the notes are useless, it is better to be reborn empty-handed.

Since Yang Bowen is an important clue to keep him in the real world, why not just follow this clue, observe this clue little by little, follow this clue, and draw out everything that can be found behind this important clue.

Anyway, when Yang Bowen reacted fiercely and said "look" to himself, his original idea was to work slowly and carefully, but now, he just returned to the original state.

Don't worry, Duan Jiuze.

Duan Jiuze, don't worry.

Taking out the lighter and burning the notebook bit by bit, Duan Jiuze was constantly building himself in his heart.

Perhaps it was the sudden emotional ups and downs that made Duan Jiuze too tired. After burning the notebook that was once considered extremely important, Duan Jiuze fell asleep lying on his back without even covering him with a blanket.

"Hahahaha--"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"Jie Jie Jie Jie-"

"Hehehehe-"

……

In the dream, it seemed as if thousands of people were surrounding Duan Jiuze, and everyone was smiling non-stop, as if mockingly, or disdainfully, and some people smiled coldly...

When Duan Jiuze woke up from the dream covered in cold sweat, the moon was already hollow.

After rubbing Jingming acupoint, Duan Jiuze walked to the bathroom in the room, turned on the shower, and let the hot water soak every pore.

After putting on pajamas, Duan Jiuze opened the bedroom door, but saw Wang Qin, who had red eyes and worried heart, was wearing a thick coat, and he didn't know how long he had stood outside.

Perhaps because of guilt, Duan Jiuze slightly avoided Wang Qin's gaze, and said in a deep voice, "It's okay. Go to sleep, Mom."

Wang Qin nodded with a trembling voice: "I know, I know, I just... just think that Bowen's child is not easy. You just bring that child back and raise it properly. If you have anything to say, speak slowly , that child can't stand the scare."

Duan Jiuze nodded, silently half hugged Wang Qin's shoulders, walked to Wang Qin's door, and said, "Go to sleep."

Seeing that the door of Wang Qin's room was closed, Duan Jiuze turned around and walked to Yang Bowen's room.

The windows had already been closed, and even the curtains were drawn tightly, which made the whole room look dark and cold.

Turning on the light, Duan Jiuze saw Yang Bowen who was still huddled in the corner.

The young man seemed to have kept that movement without any change, his eyes stared blankly at the small piece of carpet in front of him, as if he was thinking about something, but he seemed to be just in a daze.

Because the boy was leaning against the wall, even the blanket covered his body was wrinkled and unable to stretch.

Duan Jiuze paced, approached Yang Bowen little by little, finally squatted down, hugged the boy's cold body lightly, and murmured "I'm sorry".

Yang Bowen didn't reject Duan Jiuze again, but he didn't respond in any other way.

Carrying the boy into the bathroom, Duan Jiuze tried to pull out the book that Yang Bowen was hugging tightly, but failed.

"Take a shower, and the book will get wet."

The boy remained unmoved.

Without forcing the young man, Duan Jiuze only took the shower, carefully washed the young man's feet, wiped the young man with a towel, and carried him back to the bed.

The young man seemed to return to the original state again, and no matter whether Duan Jiuze was going to leave or not, he no longer reached out to hold the corner of Duan Jiuze's pajamas.

Even when Duan Jiuze was sleeping with his arms around him, Yang Bowen just curled up, hugging Gibran's prose that he never stayed away from, and quietly closed his eyes, instead of carefully grabbing Duan Jiuze's pajamas as before.

After a while, Duan Jiuze heard Yang Bowen's long breathing.

Perhaps, in the beginning, you shouldn't have the heart to take shortcuts.Now that he lost control this time, he vented a lot. He just wanted to let Yang Bowen talk again, and even talk about what he saw. Duan Jiuze knew that it would be even more difficult.