The Sims: Heartbroken

Sitting in the supercar, looking at the passing scenery outside, Yang Li suddenly thought of a sentence——

I'd rather sit in a BMW and cry—ahem.

Although the mood is really delicate, I don't have the urge to cry for the time being.

By the way, people in the 21st century can actually drive, which is amazing.

The 27th century is all about autonomous driving.

How did they manage to steer the wheel with one hand while talking on the phone?

Yang Li glanced at Bruce who was sitting in the driver's seat.

He didn't seem to have seen Bruce look so serious before.

Just now, after taking a look at the scratches on Yang Li's hands, he quickly took him into the car.

After all, how did he know that Yang Li was in the hospital?

There should be only the records of Elandra in the hospital, and Elandra was also scratched by a cat, so, did Bruce admit the wrong person?

Logically speaking, Elandra didn't remember what Yang Li remembered.

He remembered every moment with Bruce, so Elandra didn't know.

Had he ever faced a "Yang Li" who didn't know him at all?

Oh, it must have broken his heart.

Yang Li seemed to hear the sigh of himself many years ago in the distance—and after more than 400 years?

He has no extra thoughts.

...that's not quite right.

Yang Li thought for half a minute, based on a pile of psychological knowledge he had read—he might be a little ptsd.

Not surprisingly, people in the 27th century also suffer from mental illness, although it is rare and mostly occurs in competitors and athletes...

Yang Li forced himself to gather back the thoughts that quickly spread out.

He turned his head and pulled his eyes from the never-repeating scenery outside the window back to Bruce's face in the rearview mirror.

His hands were still scratching the hat, not knowing what to do.

Reassure him.

Yang Li blinked and said this to himself.

After all, you see, even if he didn't come back for me, it wasn't his fault - he did the best he could, didn't he?

"stop."

Those steel blue eyes met Yang Li's for a moment.

Bruce looked in the rearview mirror, with a smile on his face, "Don't look at me like that..."

He took a deep breath a little irritated.

"Yang Li——I know it's you, that Elandra who is exactly like you, mind explaining?"

"That's my soul." Yang Li leaned forward, passed through the seat before Bruce stopped him, and came to the co-pilot from the back seat, as if he was still a ghost, "I accidentally sliced ​​myself."

"...Like that YouKnowWho in the magic world?"

"Yes, just like him."

Yang Li stared at Bruce non-stop.

Until he tapped the steering wheel and pulled over.

"..."

"..."

Yang Li tilted his head, with a helpless smile, "Did he hurt you?"

He spoke slowly.

"If you take him for me... it must feel terrible to be in front of someone who doesn't know you."

"...that was like the worst kind of prank."

Oh, poor Bruce.

Yang Li stretched out his hand towards him, "Want to come over for a hug? Well, look, after all, we haven't seen each other for a long time?"

Bruce looked at him for a while, then turned his head, "No."

He refused.

It's a little embarrassing.

Yang Li put down his hand, shrunk himself quietly, and wanted to go back to the back seat again.

"Don't think a hug is enough."

Yang Li raised his eyebrows.

To be honest, Bruce seems to have lost his composure a bit.

His eyes fell on the green plants on the side of the road, which was actually a bit similar to Yang Li who was avoiding before.

Oh.

It turned out that it wasn't just me who was afraid of meeting.

He probably hasn't seen me for a long time.

On closer inspection, he's changed a lot too—at least he looks a little older.

Yang Li moved a little closer.

Bruce seemed oblivious.

"Of course not enough."

Yang Li stretched out his hand again and hugged Bruce directly.

"I never meant to hurt you."

He poked Bruce on the cheek—the steel blue eyes hadn't responded. "You guys are so hard to understand."

"No, it's hard for you to understand." Bruce said calmly, he grabbed Yang Li's finger, and pushed him away with the other hand, "I heard...you provoked a certain mercenary?"

hold head high?

"And the gods of Asgard."

Uh.

"And Charles—how did you do it?"

As if he had drawn some strength from these "crimes", he leaned back in his chair relaxedly, his eyes fell on the ghost's eyes, they looked at each other, and then the ghost showed a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Charles he—"

"I warned him, but he still fell into it. It was even worse than I thought. You are like a poison."

Poisonous Yang Li: "..."

He made a final struggle, "Hey! It's really not my fault on Charles' side!" He raised his voice slightly, "He got himself caught in his own abilities—"

love.

Alas, love.

Being deeply in love can actually make a person less sanity.

That good feeling—is the real poison.

Once it gets on you can't stop.

Professor X isn't weak-willed - but, that feeling, there's not the slightest reason to hate it - it doesn't even do any harm, it's just mundane compared to other addictive stuff, nothing The joy of reason.

Some people are impulsive because they want to maintain this feeling, Yang Li is not surprised at all.

But he'll wake up sooner or later, presumably.

...Because, obviously, what he loves is not Yang Li, but love itself.

"Well, Charles doesn't count." Bruce folded his hands around his chest and nodded with his fingertips, "What about the others?"

This is probably a proposition.

Oh, another proposition.

"..."

He couldn't help thinking of something else, he couldn't even look directly at the blue in Bruce's eyes.

"..."

It was quiet in the car for a while.

Bruce restarted the car, and with smooth acceleration, they continued on the road.

"Where are you taking me?"

"A more reliable magician. Your curse is difficult to deal with."

His voice sounded very cold, but Yang Li did hear some injuries.

He doesn't like to lie, but what if lying can comfort others?

...he still doesn't like to lie.

Lies can never be used to comfort.

"I'm in love with someone else."

He was ready to kill.

"That's a long time, Bruce... I've been in it for almost 500 years."

The hands holding the steering wheel were suddenly clenched.

"Ah, that's the only way to get out—it's not a choice, it's just because you are like a shooting star to me."

Yang Li's eyes were also blue.

Like an ocean where one can drown willingly.

"That's it, it disappeared in an instant..."

He looked at Bruce who lowered his head slightly, "And I've been waiting for you."

"That's what's really a little unfair, isn't it?"