Seeking HE in the BE world

"What is Tang Yao doing when she comes back?"

Ye Ting sat on the office chair with his legs crossed, unconsciously turning the ring on his hand.

He frowned and said coldly, "I don't know."

"Since their whole family has immigrated to France," Cheng Feng said excitedly, "what else can I do."

"Heh." Ye Ting's eyes were mocking, "What else can I do if I'm greedy."

Cheng Feng glanced at his friend: "Then if she makes those unreasonable demands again, what are you going to do?"

A mobile phone ringing interrupted their conversation.

The butler's voice came from the phone, and he said in a panic, "Master, Mr. Su is gone."

Ye Ting suddenly changed color: "What's going on."

The butler said: "When I went upstairs to call him for dinner, he was no longer in the room. I searched the villa inside and out."

"The wheelchair is well placed in the room."

"People are gone."

"Host, your 40 points are a bit of a loss." 1984 sensed that he was in a bad mood, and wanted to say something.

Lin Ji Nian half closed his eyes, and put half of his face into the scarf: "What's wrong?"

1984 said: "Your legs will almost recover in a few days, why spend so much money...points."

Lin Ji has accumulated a lot of points in the past few worlds.

"Why should I put so many points in?" Lin Jinian said absent-mindedly, "Keep it in the coffin?"

1984 was always looking for something to say, but now he was choked up, and he said: "That's not impossible.

"Then host, where are we going now?"

"Didn't you say you never returned the rental house before?" Lin Jinian said, "Let's go there first."

This is an old city.

It's really not easy to have such an antique house in this prosperous low-level.

A road crosses the past, splitting the landscape into two.

On the left is the pit for the poor, and on the right is the cave for selling gold.

Strong contrast, but also not funny.

The escalator in the corridor is rusted, and the clothes of various households are hung to dry, and the underwear is swaying in the wind, which is the unique scenery of this small building.

Lin Jinian grew up in an orphanage, and quickly adapted to the environment. He opened the door of the rental house calmly.

The room was surprisingly clean.

But he was right when he thought about it again, people like Su Chen might not be able to bear the mess, this is very similar to him.

He sat on the bed and started to daze.

The curtains were not drawn, and the room was a little dark, so I couldn't see his expression clearly.

1984 felt oppressed in this silence, he felt that the host was a little sad at the moment.

He thoughtfully played the music, and turned to the little lamp on the bedside table.

"Host, there's nothing that can't be solved with one meal," he learned the popular Internet slang in the human world, "if it doesn't work, then two meals."

"Have you brought food in your backpack?" 1984 said, "If you haven't brought it, I'll exchange it for the host in the system store. It's a friendly gift."

It is rare that 1984 is so generous, but Lin Ji Nian is not in the mood to eat.

Lin Jinian was lying on the small bed.

Because no one has lived in it for a long time, there is a musty smell in the bedding room.

Lin Jinian couldn't care less, he raised his hand, covered his brows and eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll sleep first, don't call me."

This time, Lin Ji Nian slept for a long time.

He had wild dreams.

The chirping of cicadas outside the window was exceptionally loud, and the light and shadow that came in obliquely sprinkled on the desks in the classroom.

The light and shadow moved imperceptibly, and finally reflected on the face of the teacher on the podium.

He was not disturbed by this, but was spitting and speaking on the podium.

As soon as the get out of class bell rang, the group of teenagers in the class roared and rushed out the door.

Maybe it was too noisy, the boy in school uniform moved with his face half-hidden next to him.

"get out of class has ended?"

The boy's indifferent eyebrows and eyes were revealed, and he was a little tired after waking up.

Lin Jinian realized that he nodded, no, it should be Su Chen, and answered in a low voice. "After school."

"Ah."

Ye Ting rubbed his hair, glanced at Su Chen and said, "Unhappy?"

Su Chen shook her head, and turned her head slightly, revealing the skin on her neck.

Ye Ting's gaze was fixed on it, where there was a glaring bruise, looking closer, it looked like a finger print.

He grabbed the boy's hand and said in a high tone: "How did you do it?"

Su Chen covered her neck in a panic: "I accidentally touched it."

How to touch to touch where.

Ye Ting's eyes were dark, staring at him without speaking.Su Chen's hand struggled out.

Ye Ting was stunned for a long time, but finally didn't continue to ask: "Let's go to eat."

It was a bit late when I went to the cafeteria today, and the two of them had never walked a tree-lined path before they left.

This path is next to the south building, where the dance classroom and music classroom are located.

The two walked on the road one after the other, the sun dappled.

Because of what happened just now, Su Chen was afraid to talk to Ye Ting.

He stepped on the lawn, followed behind with his head down, and a burst of clear piano sounds came from the music classroom.

When Su Chen came back to his senses, he was already lying on the edge of the window. He followed the sound and saw the music teacher's fingers dancing nimbly on the black and white keys.

The notes are like a layer of light.

"You like this?"

Su Chen turned her head, her brows stretched out, the gloom dissipated, and the light in her eyes was even more astonishingly bright.

It was Su Chen who Ye Ting had never seen before, he was stunned for a moment.

Su Chen grabbed Ye Ting's hand and said excitedly, "It's Beethoven's "Moonlight"! The teacher is playing Beethoven's "Moonlight"!"

Ye Ting glanced at the hand on his wrist, held it back, and pinched it in his hand.

In the next few days, Su Chen always liked to run to the west building.Ye Ting found that among the pieces played by the music teacher, Su Chen's favorite was "Moonlight"

If he could hear it, he would be happy for a day, and he would talk more because of it.

However, Ye Ting discovered more than these.

Even in summer, Su Chen still wore a long-sleeved school uniform.

At first he thought he was just not afraid of the heat, until one day he caught a glimpse of the skin on his arm livid and purple.

A deep knife mark extended long from the wrist.

Such a deep hole.

He cut it himself.

Ye Ting looked up at him. Su Chen was carrying his schoolbag on his back, smiling in the sun, and waved him goodbye: "Let's go."

Ye Ting felt that the sunshine seemed to cast gloom.

The butler stood at the door tremblingly.

Ye Ting said nothing.

Cheng Feng came down from the stairs, "No, how could a living person disappear without a trace?"

He turned left and right a few times, "What's more, his legs and feet are inconvenient, so how could he get downstairs."

The careless Young Master Cheng is still very reliable in front of business, at least his IQ is above the line.

The butler held the faucet with his hands on the crutch, lowered his head, his voice was like a hoarse old tape.

He said: "It was my negligence. I only focused on interviewing those newcomers and ignored Young Master Su."

"Really?" Ye Ting frowned, and a cold light flashed in his deep eyes, "Before that, what did you tell him?"

His unquestionable tone made the butler stunned, "Su Chen's character will not leave without reason."

He bit his voice and asked, "What did you tell him?"

The last ray of afterglow dissipated, the temperature dropped rapidly, and Lin Ji Nian shivered from the cold.

He was thinking between the half-cold and half-heat, he had a fever.

He was so thirsty that he really wanted to get up and pour a glass of water, but this room didn't even have a working glass, let alone hot water.

Lin Jinian fell asleep again in a drowsy state.

He fell into a dream again.

He saw Su Chen being grabbed by a man with a face full of alcohol. His arms were raised high, but he was grabbed by a tall boy in school uniform.

The boy swung his fist and landed on the man's swollen face.

Dreams come and go again and again, they are all past events.

When Lin Jinian woke up again, the sky was bright.

He struggled to sit up, feeling his whole body was sore and weak.

1984 broke the silence and said: "Did you sleep well? Host."

Lin Jinian seldom gets sick.

Even when sick, there are seldom such weak moments.

His voice was hoarse, and he froze for a long time before he could speak a complete sentence.

"Hand me my backpack," he said.

He really didn't want to move.

1984 cannot be materialized, it can only control the data of the object, and move in space according to the change of the data value.

He asked again intimately: "Do you want to eat?"

Lin Jinian opened the notebook and replied, "I don't need it for now."

When he left, he took it out, along with the photo of his high school graduation.

June nineteenth.

He has a wound on his wrist, cut by a knife.

June 23.

I hit the drunk-faced man under his horrified gaze.

He said it was his father.

fourth day of july

The music teacher resigned, no music came out of the piano room, and he never laughed again.

July 28

Moved out from home.

Earn money to buy a piano.

August [-]th.

He seems to be more depressed and thinner, looking at him feels a little distressed,

There is always a hint of bad feeling.

August nineteen.

The piano was bought.

Tomorrow is his birthday.

The notebook stops here.

The content inside is not like that of a little girl, recording her delicate thoughts.

Instead, the content is cold, just like Ye Ting himself.

However, such words made Lin Jinian feel a pain in his heart.

There has never been any white moonlight.

It turned out that he was alone from beginning to end.

1984 also saw the contents of the diary and asked, "Then... host, shall we go back?"

Lin Jinian said in a hoarse voice, "If you run away by yourself, there is no reason to go back alone."

Is he shameless?

1984 actually felt very reasonable.

Apart from being a little dizzy, Lin Jinian was in a surprisingly good mood at the moment. He added, "Leave him alone for a few more days, who made him talk so fiercely a few days ago."

God damn don't laugh, you don't look like him anymore.

He, Lin Jinian, was angry, but he couldn't swallow it in his stomach.

1984 said: "Then what to do now."

Lin Jinian said, "Wait."

Waiting for Ye Ting to pick him up.

There was silence again in the room.

Lin Jinian closed his eyes, his illness didn't hinder his thinking, on the contrary, he became more sober.

Why the target of each world is a person.

Why is he not unfamiliar with Lin Yijin, Bai Yu, or Su Chen?

On the contrary, it is as familiar as what I have experienced.

Why can system 1984 not investigate the background, but he can dream it.

He had been vaguely suspicious since the second world, but now he is certain, although the idea is a bit unbelievable.

However, it seems that what he is experiencing now is the life he has experienced before.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

1984 said: "Oh, it's so fast."

Lin Jinian moved his eyes to the door, feeling a little suspicious in his heart.

Ye Ting didn't know about this rented house.

It stands to reason that it shouldn't be found so quickly.

Supporting his aching body, he opened the door with his shoes.

A middle-aged man with disheveled hair stood at the door, he said with a sinister smile, "It's finally your turn."