Why is Miyashiki-sama like that?

Is there anything special about the past when the system was human?

From the perspective of the system itself, it is actually not special.

Sitting in a slightly poor family, because the self-awareness is too strong, no matter who you are, you have to call everyone by name. In this way, you behave uniquely and win attention.

Even in the face of his parents, he can bravely call his name directly, resulting in frequent beatings.

After being beaten, she refused to cry. In order to change her mood, she would always run out of the house to play with other children, getting tanned in the sun.

I am a picky eater and don't like meat, so I sit thin and small.

Because other girls are very afraid of spiders, so they thought spiders were cool, so they secretly raised a big one under the bed. When they were eight years old, they were found by their parents and beat to death with a broom. That time, they almost couldn't hold back their tears.

After that, I didn’t keep spiders anymore, but my mentality gradually changed, and I began to feel that spiders are cute from the bottom of my heart

In addition, I like listening to people tell stories, and I have always liked the villains in various stories, such as Snow White's stepmother, because I think evil villains are so cool.

There are all kinds of trivial things, and there are few real worries in the children's world, and most of the time they are poor and happy.

At the age of ten, the living world was destroyed for some unknown reason, and by chance, the soul merged with some strange constant thing, so it possessed the rare characteristic of "absolute stability", and the memory was lost accordingly.

Afterwards, he drifted in the universe for an unknown period of time, and fell into a system manufacturing factory, which was judged to be high-quality material, and then processed and manufactured into a [traitor system] before leaving the factory.

Now that the memory is retrieved, the system sorts out its own past, and finds that it still agrees more with its identity as a system.

It knows that it used to be a human being, but it has long since ceased to be.Compared to the personal pronoun "she", "it" is cooler.

The system only served as human beings for more than ten years at the beginning, and then there were other things for quite a long time. It estimated that it was at least several hundred years.

In a sense, the little human girl is its infancy, the "absolutely stable" material is its youth, and now the [traitor system] is its adulthood.

It will not give birth to the idea of ​​being a new person, nor will it feel like a child, and it will not be touched by the recovered memory.So it thought that Zhenxiang would probably be disappointed.

It's really a pity, it clearly cherishes Zhenxiang as a host, and never even called Zhenxiang by her full name, and instinctively gave Zhenxiang her unique intimacy without memory.

But Zhenxiang failed it.

The system sorted out its thoughts, walked out of the memory, and said coldly to Zhenxiang: "Unfortunately, I haven't been inspired with any humanity."

"That's okay, anyway, congratulations on completing your "self".Me, I think full self-awareness is pretty important whether you're human or not. Zhenxiang smiled, "Then can you tell me, when is your sitting day?"I've always been curious about this. "

The system has no idea why Zhenxiang is still laughing at this time, what is she happy about?

It doesn't want to talk to Li Zhenxiang at all, and it's time to unbind and leave now.But how to say?It seems that there is no need to rush for a while.

Since it failed, at least you must know where you lost.

Thinking of this, the system said, "I'm not obliged to answer. Don't you want to show me your past? Let's see."

"Okay."

Zhenxiang naturally grabbed the hand of the system, and the system wanted to break away, but after thinking about it, he pretended to be nonchalant.

A new door appeared, and Zhenxiang led the system into it.

The two set foot on a tree-lined street, the sun was shining brightly, and the faint chirping of cicadas could be heard next to their ears. A group of elementary school students wearing red scarves sat bouncing past and chatting with each other about various topics.

Zhenxiang narrowed her eyes slightly, showing an expression of "enjoyment". She walked into the community with those elementary schools, and listened to the children chatting from "Coach, I really want to play basketball" to the random door of Doraemon, and from Hao Huoqiu Talk about the ship spirit of the Golden Meili in the way of seal.

Zhenxiang listened with gusto, and when the children dispersed and went back to their homes, she still sighed with indignation: "I always think the cartoons I watched when I was a child are the best. However, I still like reading books more."

The system is noncommittal: "Where is your home?"

"follow me."

Zhenxiang walked the system unit by unit, climbed the stairs, and found the key under the carpet in front of a yellow-painted wooden door.

"My parents were always worried that I would lose the keys, so they put a spare one under the carpet. Later, when I grew up, there was a burglar in the neighborhood for a while. It is said that a dozen houses were stolen in a row. After that, my house was never under the carpet again. Let go of the key."

"So have you ever lost your key?"

Zhenxiang smiled complacently: "Never."

Opening the door, Zhenxiang passed the living room comfortably and walked into her own small room.

Next to the small bed is a small desk, and next to the small desk is a large bookcase with five partitions.

Zhenxiang opened the door of the bookcase and proudly showed the inside to the system: "Look at the amount of books I collected when I was a child! Every year, the lucky money is basically used to buy books and order magazines. At first, my parents disagreed fiercely and said that they would give me the books. The money was saved, but in the end it didn’t wear me down.”

The system automatically ignored the overstuffed books, and its eyes fell on an iron box in the corner of the bookcase.

"What's in there?" it asked.

"It's a treasure chest."

Zhenxiang gently took out the iron box and opened it. There were a lot of odds and ends stuffed inside, which would be considered priceless treasures when she was a child, but when she grows up, there is nothing valuable.

In the corner of the box are a few pieces of colored paper used to weave a five-pointed star, on which are pressed beautiful buttons that I did not know where to find home. The glass marble rolled around and hit a large white capsule.

After opening the capsule, it turned out to be a miniature plastic chess set inside.The chess piece is light and fluffy, and it can be lost without a trace with a slight flick of the fingertips.

A deformed coin is next to a magnet.There are a few hemerocallis seeds in the empty cooling oil box...

Zhenxiang took out those things one by one, and slowly began to marvel: "I clearly remember that when I was a child, I had no hobbies other than reading books. I didn't expect sitting to be so exciting. Wow, it's amazing!"

At the bottom of the iron box is a hardcover book.After opening it, there were a few awards, a few candy wrappers, and a few crooked and ugly paper cranes inside.

The system asked: "Did you stack this?"

Zhenxiang smiled shyly: "Of course I did it. To tell you the truth, my manual work is very bad."

"But aren't you a fine wreath?"

"That's the only handicraft I can do well, because one spring, my father taught me how to weave wreaths every day. He said he wanted to teach me the truth that where there is a will, there is a way."

The system stopped talking. It watched Zhenxiang turn the book page by page. On the last page, there was a poem written in blue and black ink. :

Fan Zhongyan in "Biao Hai Lou"

The forests and mountains in the area are beautiful and complex, and every time you come to the threshold, you will open your eyebrows.

A good mountain is deeply poetic, and the setting sun can last forever.

Zhenxiang was shocked: "Is my handwriting so good when I was a child? I am almost invincible!"

"Why copy this poem on the last page?"

"What is copying? I wrote it silently. I liked this poem inexplicably when I was a child, and I can't say what I liked. Maybe I just read it right. I think it must be written in a commemorative place."

The two watched many other things together. The golden sunlight passed through the window, passed through the fine dust in the air, and fell softly into Zhenxiang's eyes.The purple slowly absorbs the gold, rendering a soft and clear layer.

Zhenxiang has always longed for the clarity in Zhongye's eyes, but she doesn't know that her own eyes have also become such a clear and beautiful look at this time.

In the old time reappeared in "Mind Realm", Zhenxiang embraced her treasure once again.

This is the first time the system has seen the host look "sparkling".In the past, Zhenxiang also looked for an angle against the sun and gilded the contour line, but that was all to pretend to be aggressive in front of someone.

But now, the deliberate sense of intimacy has disappeared from zwnj; Zhenxiang, and she has become like a sea of ​​flowers in the distance, with a natural sense of alienation, showing a strange demureness and vitality.

Actually, that's not too bad.

The system suddenly thought, maybe Zhenxiang's real side is more likable, much cuter than the trained "Ubuyashiki smile".

Soon, Zhenxiang put away the mood called "greedy", speeded up the memory process, and played her own person like a movie.

So the system saw how Zhenxiang grew from a young girl to a literary young woman:

Zhenxiang likes to drink milk very much because her father likes to drink it very much.

Zhenxiang can eat spicy food very well, because her mother does not like spicy food.

Zhenxiang doesn't pay much attention to eye protection, and has become a four-eyed boy at a young age.

Zhenxiang was not a Yangou at first, but she made a bad friend by mistake when she was in junior high school, and was abducted into the Appearance Association.

Zhenxiang has never drawn a gold card in games, but she still loves drawing cards, and insists on poisoning herself before drawing cards.

When Zhenxiang reads a book, her tear point is very low, and she can cry until she chokes when the story is a little sensational. On the contrary, when she interacts with people in normal times, she seems to have no tear glands.

One day, on her way to school, Zhenxiang discovered that an underground magazine had been stuffed into a crack in the brick wall.So she knew for the first time that "yellow" is not just a color, but also a taboo that makes people blush.

Zhenxiang's goal is to become a well-known novelist. Her ability to write tragedies of human nature is extremely poor, but she has been struggling. Later, with the patient guidance of her parents, she slowly transferred to themes about troubles and daily life, and finally gained appreciation from others.

Zhenxiang...

"Zhenxiang, the story you told at the symposium on the night when the first string was eliminated, the protagonist is actually yourself, right?"

"Yes, because Dazai specifically asked not to lie, I just wanted to cooperate a little bit. It's a pity that my person was too flat, and everyone was not touched after the lecture. It was so embarrassing at the time. Fortunately, there is a system to comfort me."

The system couldn't figure out whether Zhenxiang's words were sent out of emotion, or whether she was taking the opportunity to play the emotional card.

It always couldn't understand Zhenxiang.For example, it doesn't know why Zhenxiang can describe herself with the attitude of describing others, why she can act so indifferent, and why she can easily poke her to abuse her.

"You didn't know how to make up sad jokes before, why are you so strong now?"

"People always grow up." Zhenxiang shrugged, "I didn't even know the concept of death at that time, so how could I know the meaning of throwing a knife? In fact, there are many things, if you read too much, you will naturally understand it, no It takes talent."

The system didn't know what to say for a while. Zhenxiang's words sounded plain at first, but it made people dare not think deeply.

It can only change the subject: "You used to really be able to eat spicy food, I always thought you were bragging."

"Oh, although I have a good face, you don't have to take every word I say as a bluff."

"So you were originally human and died of rabies at the age of 20? How did you become the Crimson King after that?"

"Don't worry, system, aren't we just about to see it? Your questions will be answered." Zhenxiang smiled helplessly and waved her hands.

She wanted to take this opportunity to take a closer look.

The stories she once told at the symposium were not all true.After all, wouldn't it be as shameful as running naked to tell others without adulteration?

The lie was set at the end of the story: she said that the girl was eventually killed by rabies, that relatives and friends shed tears for her, and that no more people remembered her.

But it's not.

No one shed tears for her at all, and no one remembered her.

The value of human beings is too small. Before rabies killed her, she died of another disaster.Together with her relatives and friends, all her bones are gone.

If we want to trace the reason, it is because of the seven chains that imprisoned the Scarlet King, every time one is broken, it will correspondingly cause a catastrophe in the world outside the door.

That day started from a dark morning, she was lying on the hospital bed with no strength, thinking to herself that she still had a few days to live.She opened her eyes secretly, and saw her father sitting on the bed, silently plastering a walnut.

Originally, it was my mother who accompanied the bed, but my mother soon fell ill.At that time, my mother was unemployed, which was a double blow, so my spirit completely collapsed.

The father immediately asked for leave and chose to be with his daughter all day, leaving his wife to be taken care of by her grandparents.

At first, my father tried to cheer her up, smiling and encouraging her to overcome the disease. What happened to rabies?That's nothing to be afraid of.

But the next day, my father stopped laughing, because he had already communicated with the doctor in detail, and he almost resigned to his fate.

She also noticed that one side of Dad's face was swollen, and she didn't know if Dad slapped herself, or if it was Mom or grandparents.She didn't dare to ask, she just pretended not to see it.

Dad was pretty quiet after that, just taking care not to be too negative in front of her.

She was very uncomfortable for a while, inexplicably flustered and irritable, and inexplicably sweating profusely.The ordinary light suddenly became stinging to the eyes.The originally ordinary breeze suddenly became bitterly cold.

She knows it all feels wrong.Her consciousness was actually very calm, but her body fell into madness, collapsing step by step.

Until that morning, she finally felt much better. She had no strength at all and could only lie on the hospital bed, comatose for periods of time, and woke up occasionally.

How many days do I have left to live?She thought that, trying to open her eyes wide.

The catastrophe came without warning.

She was blown away by a terrible force, or she was torn apart, or evaporated, or ground into powder.

Not just her, but everything around her, but she couldn't tell.

Sound and light are entangled, and the ability of feeling is infinitely deformed. She can smell the colorful black, touch the smelly fragrance, and see the softness like iron and stone.

For a split second, everything was bright and dark.In the next instant, nothingness descends.

She thinks that after death there will be a funeral, there will be flowers, someone will miss her, and grief needs time to soothe.She hid a lot of pornography written by herself under the mattress at home, hoping that her friend would be a little bit more spiritual, and quietly take it away and dispose of it before her parents find out.

In addition, she remembered that it was useless to charge a sum of money in the game, and she didn't know whether she should tell her father to draw cards for her to spend.But you really don't want to talk about it?One more thing is worse than one less thing.

In addition, she just finished typing out the outline of her new novel, and just made friends with a novelist. She finally learned a writing skill but didn't have time to practice it. She also made an appointment with a foreign reader to meet for barbecue, and she... But Damn she's only remembering this now!It was too late to deal with the aftermath.

In fact, she didn't have to worry about anything, because her father, mother, friends, and many people she knew or didn't know, all of them were easily extinguished by the same disaster.

Millions of people died together.

She was lucky enough to be at the biggest carnival, but she didn't have time to dress up.

……

"Zhenxiang, Zhenxiang? Zhenxiang!!! Stop watching!"

"No, system, I want to read it again, please, just let me read it carefully again."

"But you've watched it several times! Your face is terrible now!"

"Then let's do it one last time."

Zhenxiang believes that human beings are small, fragile and perishable.But she didn't just sit there and think so.