Forced to follow the love line by the villain boss

Meng Xing walked alone, holding a box of packaged handmade pastries and a small bag of flower seeds.

The former was given to him by the girl's mother, and the latter was given to him by the little girl named Pingping.

Neither Meng Xing nor Pingping's mother tacitly told Pingping the truth.The child will grow up, and sooner or later she will know what the end means.

But before she grew up enough to understand these things, she had probably frozen into a statue in the snow.The name Pingping is a homonym of "Ping", which means peace, but in the apocalypse, living safely has become a luxury.

So before the remaining time, it doesn't matter whether the truth is true or not. Meng Xing and Pingping's mother jointly maintain the lie that the flowers will bloom.

Pingping believed it was true, and gave some flower seeds to Meng Xing, counting it as Meng Xing's thank you for helping her mother yesterday.

Meng Xing accepted it, but he didn't plan to plant it, because he knew that the flowers would not bloom, and everything would be in vain before the ice and snow of the doomsday.

Planting flowers is futile, hoarding supplies for heating is also futile, and severe cold will freeze everything.Most of the faces that passed by him on the street would die in the doomsday like the mother and daughter.

Meng Xing was unable to help the mother and daughter. His ticket was given by Wen Rulan, and his identity information was bound to his name, so he could not give it to others.

He might be able to ask Wen Rulan for help. If it was his request, Wen Rulan would probably be willing to help the mother and daughter, who had never met before, get the tickets.Meng Xing has such confidence that Wen Rulan will not reject him, but can he really open his mouth like this?

Every ticket is precious. Wen Rulan has a high status, because he is the professor who led the team to develop the artificial sun, but there are also people with high status in the military and political circles, academia, and so on.

Among the [-] million tickets, each quota is a game of power and strength. Although Wen Rulan didn't say it, Meng Xing also knew that it was not easy to get a quota.

It may take Wen Rulan a lot of effort to get another one, and Meng Xing can also generously give it to this poor mother and daughter to satisfy his own sympathy, but what about others?

Meng Xing saw everywhere, every lifeless person walking on this street, who is not pitiful?

He can't help everyone, and he can't help everyone, just like he can't make flowers bloom in the severe cold.

The only thing he can do is to put away his useless sympathy, live cruelly and selfishly, and spend August 8th with Wen Rulan.

This was originally just a dream, and the dream was full of false phantoms, so he didn't have to care about it so much.

Speaking of it, Wen Rulan is actually just a phantom. After all, whether it is the dream or the owner of the dream, to Meng Xing, they are just characters in the game.

He should be rational and calm, separate himself from the people and things in the game, and always treat the game with an outsider's mentality, but I don't know when it started, he seems to be gradually unable to distinguish between the inside and the outside, and can't tell the truth from reality.

Wen Rulan was becoming more and more important to him, whether it was the obsession to win, or something else, Meng Xing himself couldn't tell.

The people and events he met in the dream became more and more real, which made him feel sad and plunged into their despair.

Despair is like a swamp, like an abyss, the closer you get, the more you stare at it, the easier it is to be dragged down.

Meng Xing stopped. He took a deep breath and forced himself not to think about it anymore. He tried to harden his heart, like the ice and snow in the doomsday.

After all the hard work, Meng Xing seemed to feel a little bit better. He didn't know whether it was because he had stood in the snow for too long and his thinking was frozen, or he had really succeeded in hardening his heart.

But at least, he is no longer as uncomfortable as before, he can maintain his usual expression and pick up Wen Rulan from get off work.

At 8:30 in the evening, Meng Xing received a text message from Wen Rulan. Wen Rulan was about to leave work, and Meng Xing went to buy a cup of hot tea as he promised.

His timing was just right. When Wen Rulan went downstairs, the tea was still slightly hot. In such a low temperature, the temperature was just right for warming up.

Although Wen Rulan got Meng Xing's promise in the morning, when he saw Meng Xing's fulfillment of the promise at night, his secret anxieties finally disappeared.

He smiled at Meng Xing, and then went home with Meng Xing, and after washing up, they said good night to each other, as usual, ending the day.

But this day was different, Meng Xing lay on the bed in his room, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

He tossed and turned, and when he turned over again, he saw the bag of flower seeds that he put on the bedside cabinet.

Flowers can only grow under the warm sunshine, stretch their branches and leaves under the scorching sun, and it is impossible to bloom in the extremely cold wind and snow.Meng Xing has already confirmed this fact, but at this moment he can't help but think...

Is it really impossible?

He suddenly turned over and sat up, and opened the system interface that he hadn't opened for a long time.

This long time is actually only five days. He opened it when he came to the beginning of this dream, and he also opened it when he met Wen Rulan again later.

On the second day of their reunion, Wen Rulan gave him the bank card, but Meng Xing did not draw the card enthusiastically as usual, he seemed to have lost interest in drawing the card all of a sudden.

Because he found that every time he saved up enough energy to draw something, he couldn't get anything out. Every time a high-level card appeared, it seemed that he really needed something.

Meng Xing drew ten cards to test the waters before, but as he expected, nothing came out, so he stopped thinking, threw the system aside, and never cared about it again.

Right now, he turned on the system again, he didn't recharge too much, he only recharged the amount that can be withdrawn once.

It stands to reason that with his ups and downs of luck, he should recharge a little more times to draw cards, so that he can really draw the cards he wants.But Meng Xing suddenly felt that perhaps one time was enough, enough.

He reached into the constantly moving cards, and among the thousands of cards, he chose the only one, the one whose answer had already been determined.

Meng Xing stroked the back of the card with his fingers, and turned the card over in front of his eyes.

The purple streamer flashed, SR card - spring blossoms.

There was no description on the card, but Meng Xing seemed to know how to use it instinctively. He took the bag of flower seeds on the cabinet, put the seeds in his palm, and clenched his fist.

He used the SR card he had just drawn again, and after a while, he released his clasped fingers again.

He didn't need to use his own strength, those shoots that were growing upwards had forcefully pushed away his fingers, and without the constraints of his fingers, they grew vigorously in Meng Xing's palm.

The branches and leaves grow taller inch by inch, they grow extremely fast, every time Meng Xing blinks, their roots become a little thicker.

Delicate flower buds emerge from the branches and leaves, and the flower buds grow into green flower buds, and the flower buds reveal the stamens again. Finally, the gorgeous petals that are no longer green and astringent stretch out one by one, blooming a room full of floral fragrance...

The flowers are blooming.

When Wen Rulan woke up in the morning, she was keenly aware of something unusual. For example, Meng Xing, who had always been a little depressed, seemed to be in a good mood today. For example, his clean and tidy home seemed to have a little smell that shouldn't be there.

It's not an unpleasant smell, it's light, not strong, but full of fragrance from the tip of the nose.

Like floral fragrance.But in such a time, how can there be flowers in full bloom?

Wen Rulan thought it was her own illusion, until Meng Xing really took a bouquet of flowers and handed it to him.The flowers were bright and soft, not fake flowers made of plastic, and their scent intensified a little as he got closer to them.

"Where did it come from?" Wen Rulan was a little surprised.

Meng Xing didn't answer, just smiled mysteriously, then put the flowers on the dining table in the living room, and specially found a bottle to put the flowers in.

Wen Rulan didn't ask too many questions, because he could roughly guess how it happened, and all the things that Meng Xing showed beyond common sense could be explained by the system.

However, when he saw Meng Xing took one of the flowers separately and packed it in a small bottle, as if he was going to take it away and give it away, he was a little apprehensive.

Because he was right next to Meng Xing, and Meng Xing was going to send it off early, this flower must not be given to him, so who could it be?

Wen Rulan held back and didn't ask. He walked from his home to the research institute, and finally he couldn't hold back any more. The little bit of delicious food brewed at the speed of a rocket into sour jealousy during the short journey.

He should have gone directly upstairs, but he stood still in the hall and asked Meng Xing in front of him, "Who do you want to give that flower to?"

Meng Xing was taken aback by the question, and then belatedly smelled a sour smell.

He really never expected that Wen Rulan would be jealous because of this kind of thing, after all, the person he sent flowers to was only a five or six-year-old girl, who was less than one meter tall.

But when he thought about it, Wen Rulan didn't know who he was giving flowers to, let alone that the person Meng Xing sent flowers to was not as tall as his waist, so it was understandable to be jealous.

Wait...how did he justify the fact that Wen Rulan would be jealous of him?

This question came to Meng Xing's mind, but he still explained: "Give it to a little girl I just met, who is so tall."

He compared his waist.Wen Rulan also realized from this height that the other party did not pose any threat.

But not threatening is one thing, continuing to be jealous is another. Meng Xing thought about sending flowers to others, why didn't he think about sending them to him?

Still pursing his lips lightly, he looked straight at Meng Xing.

Meng Xingfu went to his heart and added another sentence: "I will bring you a flower when I pick you up at night."

Satisfied, Wen Rulan stretched his brows and eyes again, said goodbye to Meng Xing with a smile, and then turned and went upstairs with a happy mood.

Meng Xingyan sent him away, and then he also left the research institute.

Pingping's mother told Meng Xing yesterday that their mother and daughter would leave around noon, and it's only eight o'clock now, so there should be time.

He had already been to the street where the mother and daughter lived three times, and he was familiar with it, so he arrived at the place very quickly.

He held the small vase containing the flowers in his hand. He chose a beautiful vase, and on the way here, he dug some soil and put it in the vase.

Although this flower does not germinate from the soil and absorb nutrients to grow like a normal plant, but uses an external force to force it to bloom, but Meng Xing does not know that such a force can keep the flower blooming How long is the state, he thinks that putting it in the soil may make the flowers bloom longer.

He hoped that this flower could accompany the mother and daughter, and become the only bright color in this hopeless and pale ice and snow.

When Meng woke up, Pingping was standing on the side of the road, next to her was her mother's snowmobile, but her mother was no longer by her side, probably still upstairs packing things.

Meng Xing didn't pay much attention, he walked over quietly, Pingping turned his back to him, did not see the vase in his hand, he wanted to give Pingping a surprise.

But in the same way, Meng Xing didn't see Pingping's face, nor did he see what she was holding in her hand.

Meng Xing patted Pingping on the shoulder, and when Pingping turned around subconsciously, Meng Xing thought that only the other party would be surprised, but when he really saw what Pingping was holding, he was even more surprised a little.

Because Pingping also holds a small vase in her hand, also filled with soil, and also has a... blooming flower.

How is this possible?

The flower is just an ordinary flower, as bright as the one in Meng Xing's hand, not more than other flowers, or more beautiful, but it is not ordinary, because Meng Xing clearly knows how the flower in his hand came from Yes, and I also know that no one else should be able to make flowers bloom in this doomsday except him.

Unless...someone other than Meng Xing changed the rules of the dream.

The author has something to say: =. = There is another update at 5000:[-] pm. Although no one has urged me, I must write down the update of the [-] nutrient solution today.

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