The Sims: Heartbroken

Along the long corridor, Bruce and Yang Li walked back side by side.

"What's at the end of the corridor?"

"I don't know...it's really far away. For a while, I inexplicably believed that the end of it was the exit, but I also suspected that it was just a corridor that kept repeating..." Yang Li tilted his head and recalled, "I didn't do anything. Just drifting by until I was too tired to take a break, and when I woke up I couldn't even tell which way I came from... I thought I was going to be stuck in the corridor forever, but I finally got out."

"...how long did it take?"

"It's not too long." Yang Li replied gently, "I took the painting back and forth here, and it took me much longer than getting lost."

"You are a very good artist."

"It's just too busy."

The corridor was also covered with thick carpets, and only the sound of dull footsteps remained in the corridor.

"Want to drink?"

"...?"

"You look like you have something to say, and after chasing me for so long, I guess you must be hungry."

"Well, yes, at least I'm a little hungry."

"Then run."

The ghost moved forward a beat faster, turned around and looked at Bruce, "Hurry up, I'll make something delicious for you."

Then he floated away without looking back.

Bruce shrugged his shoulders. He had seen enough of the paintings of people in the gallery, and followed him to quicken his pace, and even really ran.

This long corridor is not suitable for finding an exit, but exercise is still possible.

One by one, the exquisite paintings passed by, and she turned into a sad woman again——she gradually smiled, and then her facial features melted away, her beautiful back turned into fangs and claws, and the delicate starry sky was a blur...

Finally back to the rough lines, the door is not far away.

Ordinary graffiti, simple apples, the door is getting closer.

And where it all started—

The ghost waiting at the door blinked and pushed the door open for him.

The light is a little harsh.

After turning a few corners, there are dishes and fine wines on the round table, and the ghost has already seated himself, pouring the wine into the glass.

"Try it?"

The color of the liquid has a unique beauty, more like a glistening treasure than wine——

"Oh……"

Bruce sighs.

"I hope you haven't been addicted to..."

As the richest man in Gotham, Bruce knows far more about alcohol than ordinary people—even in the eyes of ordinary people, he is an ignorant alcoholic who spends most of his time intoxicated... But in fact, Bruce is not very Drinking too much.

He drank a lot, but had no preference for the mind-numbing stuff.

All the alcohol I've ever drank is [things that paralyze the brain].

And this cup...is the temptation of Dionysus.

"……Continued Cup?"

The liquid in the transparent wine bottle has no tendency to empty at all, and still has an attractive color.

"Tell me, have you ever been addicted?"

Obeying his inner wishes, Bruce tilted the goblet slightly, watching the rose-colored liquid refill the glass, "It's very...beautiful."

"Well, it's probably... no?"

Ghosts don't get drunk.

Just like ghosts will not be full, neither cold nor hot, and will only feel a little tipsy after drinking a lot of wine.

There is no fun in drinking wine that is not drunk.

However, this cannot be answered right now.

"No matter how beautiful it is...you will get tired of drinking it many times."

"Is that so..."

"Don't just drink, let's talk about what you wanted to say before..."

Bruce's eyes diverged slightly, "The lady in the gallery...do you know her?"

"I imagined it."

"Huh? Fantasy?... I thought it was your wife or something."

...Do I look like someone who has a family?

...Oh, yes, he died at the age of 20, and then maintained his 20-year-old appearance for many years, always thinking that he was very young...

"No, it's just my fantasy, the lady who will be the first to step into this room."

"Well." Bruce smiled, "You love her very much."

"How long do you think I've been waiting?"

"39 pieces...I don't know much about painting, about a year?"

"Longer than that."

"You are really affectionate."

"No, not at all, I was just looking forward to it, but in the end, it didn't matter at all."

Yang Li laughed at himself, his eyes fell on Bruce, "No matter who comes... I will love it."

"Can't it be other feelings?"

"Bruce, what do you think about love?"

"..." Those blue eyes were slightly absent-minded, and Bruce lowered his head slightly, looking lazy in his movements, "...restrain... let's go."

"Did you just break up in love?"

"...No, it's not that she doesn't love me anymore, it's just that I realized...I'm not suitable for her... She knows a person's qualifications at the first sight, or how much effort she has to kill him... ...There is also a certain reason why we came together because of blood, which is mixed with too many relationships...and she and I are not suitable."

"Love is blind, Bruce, there will always be times when emotions overcome reason, and they won't stop just because they don't fit."

Love that stops because it doesn't fit doesn't happen in the first place.

... The old ghost who has never been in love thinks this way, the power of love is powerful and can overcome all obstacles, isn't it?

"No...is a huge inappropriateness, contradiction, perception—she leans toward bloody reign, and I want people to be saved."

Bruce swung the wine glass, tapped the edge of the glass a few times with his fingertips, lay down on the table with a little blush on his face, "If only killing is used to stop crime - future criminals will only know that crime is risky Yes, you need to be more careful, and don't think that this is wrong, illegal, and bring the same misfortune to others..."

"Oh..." Yang Li stared into Bruce's eyes and sighed, "It's not that you don't love her, Bruce, you just love other things more..."

"love more……?"

Bruce raised his face slightly, and his tone was a little vexatious, "I will never love anyone more than Atalia—!"

"That really breaks my heart."

The ghost seemed drunk too—no ​​matter how he felt about alcohol, he didn't need to drink to be drunk—and he was lying on the table, very close to Bruce, admiring the blue eyes that were slightly distressed, "after all……"

Just a little distance.

He got a little closer, walked away with one touch, sat upright on the chair, and nothing seemed to happen; as for the person who stayed in place, his eyes slowly widened, and he seemed to have woken up from the wine.

"You don't really hate it, do you?"

"...!!!"

It seems that the favorability has increased a little.

Yang Li lightly tapped Bruce's cheek with his fingertips, "Didn't you just break up in love?...Why are you blushing?"

"...It's alcohol..."

Too intense a throbbing feeling, even a kind of dizzying pleasure.

Bruce just felt hot on his face and hot on his breath.

But... you don't lose if you lose.

"..."

The Gotham playboy tilted his head slightly, showing a provocative smile, "Kissing is not so simple...do you want to try?"

#

When Yang Li woke up, he walked around a few times to find Bruce as usual.

There is no... second floor on the first floor.

Go up the chimney and see Bruce wrestling with the tapestry.

The room on the second floor was empty, and Bruce stepped on the wall with his foot on the wall, pulling the tapestry with his hands... It didn't look like he was hungover at all.

"Really energetic..."

"Yang Li? Come and help me."

Hearing the ghost's voice, the young man turned around and waved.

"Some things just can't be moved..."

"No, the structure of this room is very special... The edge of the tapestry is clipped here, and there should be—"

Yang Li looked at the corner behind the tapestry, it seemed to be... a door frame?

"……Wow……"

I have stayed here for a long time, but in fact it was only the first year when I walked around the house carefully. Yang Li rarely showed a surprised expression, "I never found out that there is a door here..."

What's next?living room?Indoor garden?Light show?

With the joint efforts of the two, the tapestry was finally torn off.

The door was opened easily.

"..."

"..."

It's...the garden.

Yang Li slowly floated over the fence and looked down... From the balcony on the second floor, he could see a certain window on the first floor, and the land was filled with plants he had planted blindly a long time ago. open the door.

Although the vicinity of the door and the edge of the garden were covered by something translucent, but——

The sun is warm.

Yang Li took a deep breath.

"…Thanks, Bruce."

Yang Li watched Bruce nimbly turned over the balcony and landed firmly in the garden. He fumbled to check the translucent material on the door, and shook his head indifferently, "Without you, I would probably not find this place until a long time later."

Bruce waved his hands without looking back, and turned to study the material on the edge of the garden.

"Speaking of which... I vaguely remember that there are..."

Yang Li slowly floated to a corner of the garden and connected to the control system here.

[Time flow, off mode. 】

[Is it on? 】

【Yes. 】

【Turned on. 】

"...Bruce...want to see the stars?"

#

The stars in the night sky are far more complex than those in paintings, and far more dazzling than those in poems.

"Cheers, congratulations we found my garden."

"Cheers."

On the reclining chairs moved down from the second floor, two young-looking people looked at the stars, as leisurely as 80-year-old grandpas.

"This is what romance should look like... When I wrote poems before, I almost wanted to die for this kind of star-gazing scene."

"Is it purely based on fantasy to write poetry? It is really a miracle to be able to write such a work."

"Is it a miracle? No, writing and painting are things that can be achieved after long-term practice... As long as the time is long enough, it can be completely turned into a first-class level... This cannot be regarded as a miracle."

The ghost turned its head slightly, and its eyes fell on Bruce's eyes - a little starlight was refracted, carrying vitality from a distant space, as well as a little doubt and curiosity from the master.

"...?"

"Those are not miracles..." Ghost murmured, "Bruce, you are the miracle..."

The author has something to say: the inspiration comes from the son of Bruce mentioned by a reader... About Thalia, and the four little birds, thinking about the master's wonderful luck, there is this chapter.

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