I am a rich man

This is not the point.

The point is that this watch is exquisite.

Back then Song Yuan bought a watch for Yan Ciyue.Later, on the way down the mountain from the ghost village, the watch strap suddenly broke, and the watch fell down the mountain and disappeared.

They searched around and even down the mountain for a long time but couldn't find it.

The shape of the broken watch strap in my hand is exactly the same as the watch that Yan Ciyue lost at that time.

Not so neatly broken, the leather strap has a small half section left at one end, and the strap is completely gone at the other end.

Coupled with the two letters SY specially engraved by Song Yuan on the logo on the back of the watch, it made him even more certain that this watch was the one he gave to Yanciyue and left behind when Yanciyue went down the mountain.

How did this watch get here?

Song Yuan was a little dazed.

"What's the matter?" Gu Yingchi asked in a low voice, watching Song Yuan holding the old watch in a daze, and then seeing something, he put the watch on his wrist and the watch in Song Yuan's hand side by side.

Gu Yingchi's expression didn't change at all, but his eyes darkened slightly.

"I think." Song Yuan looked up at Gu Yingchi, his face was pale and bloodless.

He slightly hooked his lips, his shallow smile was extremely difficult and reluctant, but he still hid all his emotions, and said softly: "The world I live in seems to be different from what I imagined..."

If the world he is in now is really fake, then which world is real?The world he thinks is the world of fiction is the real world?

Then he always thought that he just died in the novel world, but in fact he really died...

Thinking of this, Song Yuan let go of his hand, and the worn-out watch instantly fell, and was caught by a big hand at the critical moment.

Gu Yingchi put the watch in his pocket, raised his hand and stroked Song Yuan's cheek, "Yuan Yuan, look at me."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Rubbing warm fingertips on his face, the warm and soft voice told him not to be afraid over and over again, piercing through all the haze and unreality, and reaching his ears.

Song Yuan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I'm not afraid."

He wasn't shocked, scared, or flustered in any way.

Even he himself couldn't explain the complex emotions in his heart.

Song Yuan turned over the handrail and walked down the mountain in silence.

He remembered why he couldn't find the novel, and why what happened in this world overlapped so much with the world he thought was the novel.

Because this is the world of fiction.

What he thought he had come back from the novel world was just death from reality and transmigrated into this novel.

What he needs to get the answer now is: Who wrote this novel?Why are there so many things that are the same as his in reality, and it can even be said that some of his things in reality are repeated.

Song Yao's face suddenly appeared in his mind, and Song Yuan pursed his lips slightly.

It seems that Song Yao knew the answer, because Song Yao entered the novel from reality.

So how did he himself get into this novel?

Song Yuan raised his hand and rubbed his temples, another more absurd idea suddenly appeared in his mind: If he knew that he was in the novel world, everything he did now was based on the plot in the novel world.

Maybe he doesn't have his own thoughts at all. The so-called approaching the answer and searching for the answer are all controlled by the plot of this novel.

Song Yuan paused, and a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"Yuan Yuan, don't think so much." Seeing him in a daze, Gu Yingchi held up his face, pressed his forehead against his forehead, and kissed his lips, "I am real, You too. Yuanyuan, never doubt yourself."

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, Song Yuan grabbed Gu Yingchi's hand, felt the temperature in his palm, and gave a low "hmm".

Even if this is a fictional world, it is true, and he himself is the best proof.

The important thing now was to solve those riddles that he didn't know the answer to.

If this novel exists in reality, who is the author?

Who would know so many things that happened to him and write them in this book?

Besides himself and Yan Ciyue... there was only one person left - Xu Zian.

Xu Zian knew many things between them.

Song Yuan thought of the words that were similar to Xu Zian's voice in the previous dream.

Was this novel written by Xu Zian?

There was no answer to this question, because Song Yuan had no way to contact Xu Zian.

There were too many questions in his mind, and his brain was in a mess. Song Yuan let out a breath, stopped thinking about so many messy things, and let himself relax.

All questions will be answered, what he needs now is calmness.

After going down the mountain, they found Gu Yuhe's homestay.

Song Yuan looked up at the name of the B&B, and as he expected, it was the same name as the B&B where he went down the mountain and stayed at the banquet.

Knowing that they were going down the mountain, Gu Yuhe came out of the entertainment room, saw the two of them beckoning immediately, and approached happily: "Uncle, shall we go to Wangyue Mountain at the next stop? I also want to go to Yunshuigou. Quite fun."

Gu Yingchi didn't speak.

Gu Yuhe looked at Song Yuan, saw that his face was not very good, and he was a little worried, "Auntie, what's wrong with you? Is there something uncomfortable?"

After yelling, he covered his mouth again, squinted his eyes and smiled, "I'm used to it... that... Song Yuan, you don't mind if I call you that?"

Song Yuan shook his head, "I don't mind."

Gu Yuhe immediately said, "Auntie, shall we go home next or continue to Wangyue Mountain? Yunshuigou?"

Song Yuan: "Go on."

After getting the answer, Gu Yuhe was extremely excited, and ran back to the entertainment room upstairs to play again.

Song Yuan and Gu Yingchi each had a room.

Song Yuan opened the door with the key and walked into the room.

The room is large, with a floor-to-ceiling window next to the bed, from which you can clearly see the mountains outside the window.

The sunlight came in from the window, making the room very bright.

Song Yuan put down his backpack, stood in front of the window, closed his eyes, feeling the warm sunshine on his body.

After a while, he opened his eyes, covered his eyes with his hands, and looked at the scorching sun in the sky.

After squinting for a while, he turned around, left the room, and knocked on Gu Yingchi's door.

The door opened, Gu Yingchi stepped aside, Song Yuan walked in and sat on a chair, telling all the things that happened to him.

Meet the scorpion

"I used to think that this was reality, and I just went to the world of fiction for a while. After the world of fiction I thought died, I opened my eyes again, and I returned to this world."

"There, I was also a child who was wronged. It's just that I was taken home earlier, and I went back when I was seven years old. After I went back, no one played with me, and I could only play with myself. My parents and the others They don’t like me, and when they see me, they will show a very bored expression. They like Song Yu very much. Song Yu is very good. At the same age as me, he can already play the piano, the violin, dance, and can speak a lot of nice words The words make people happy. I am the opposite of him, I can't do anything, not even talking."

"Song Yu hates me very much. He thinks that my appearance endangers his status. Every day when my parents are not around, he will come over and ask me to leave the Song family. I told my parents about this. They don't believe me, and in the After crying for a while, Song Yu thought it was because of my jealousy, so he reprimanded me. After that, if Song Yu said anything to me again, I would not tell my parents, nor would I have any reaction. Because Bored and I started to learn a lot."

"..."

"Yan Ciyue and I met in the freshman year of high school. It was Song Yu's birthday and Song Yu's birthday. When Song Yu was cutting the cake, Yan Ciyue appeared. He is good-looking, calm and introverted. A sense of dignity. Song Yu likes him very much, and pestered him to talk a lot, and I watched them chatting quietly. I think Yanci is more difficult to get in touch with, even though he looks very strange when talking to others. With an intimate appearance, there is always a sense of alienation that makes people unable to get close, that is the first time Yan Ciyue and I met."

"The second time was when my classmates teased me that I was not as good as Song Yuhui, and asked me how I felt when Song Yu took my place. I didn't answer when I was pushed and shoved, Yan Ciyue supported me. He was here to see his niece. Teacher. After this time, we began to have an intersection."

"..."

The room was extremely quiet, only Song Yuan's voice kept talking about what happened to him before.

There were too many things, and he talked for a long time. When he finally said that he was hospitalized and could not be saved, Song Yuan felt his mouth dry and stopped.

He didn't tell what happened later, but what happened later can be guessed without thinking about it.

Gu Yingchi handed him a glass of warm water, "So you think that the banquet in reality is getting better, is it me?"

Song Yuan didn't speak.

Now he is a little uncertain.

Because he didn't know how the banquet in reality turned into Gu Yingchi.

He entered this book after he died, and the banquet... Could it be that he died too?

Thinking of this, Song Yuan pursed his lips and clenched the water glass tightly, his fingertips turned white because of too much force.

"Don't think about it, go to sleep, be good." Gu Yingchi took the cup in his hand, patted his back lightly, and said softly: "Yuan Yuan, don't push yourself so hard. You now Anyone who is curious will get an answer."

"Go to sleep."

Song Yuan didn't feel sleepy at all. In his arms, Song Yuan's eyelids became heavier and heavier, until finally he closed his eyes and fell asleep in his arms.

*

The dream was hazy and chaotic, with countless scenes flying in front of my eyes, and finally frozen in one scene.

Someone said madly: "Send him to the hospital, I can't take it anymore, who can stand his sudden madness?"

"It's normal when he's crazy, isn't it? Do you think he's like a child??"

"I don't have the patience to play role-playing games with mental patients. I don't have time to look after him. I'm afraid of irritating him when I talk. I'm done. Send him back to the country, or send him to a boarding house." School is fine too."

"The doctor said that sending him away will make his condition worse. If you really can't bear it, just ignore him. After all, we are also responsible for him becoming like this."

"What responsibility do we have? We have nothing to do with him becoming like this!"

"The doctor said that he was too stimulated, so he protected himself and imagined another self. This is not too serious. Don't be too irritable, and be careful to scare him."

"Hehe, he's been like a zombie all day long, he just stood there expressionless, how could he be frightened?"

Those voices were harsh and unpleasant, as if they were standing in front of him and pointing at his nose.

This is indeed the case.

At that time, he was standing in the corner, listening to the two adults talking expressionlessly.

He couldn't understand what they were saying, he only knew that their expressions were irritable, those words entered his ears, and then came out quickly, he couldn't understand the meaning at all, he just listened indifferently.

Now that all these years have passed, he understands.

The beatings, scolding, taunting, ignoring, and contempt he received when he was a child came to mind like a tide, and Song Yuan had a splitting headache.

He remembered how he didn't care when he was a child.

He cared very much, every time he heard Song Yu's provocation, he couldn't help but stepped forward and wrestled with Song Yu, and he would not stop until Song Yu cried.

The end of caring so much is being questioned and accused by parents in turn.

They allowed Song Yu to beat him with bruises all over his body, but they didn't allow him to make Song Yu cry.

As long as Song Yu cried, his fate would be to be locked in a small dark room, and his parents would always leave a sincere sentence, "When you figure it out, we will release you."

He didn't think about it, he didn't know why he was the only one being punished.

He would just knock on the door in fear of the dark, and say things he understood against his will, in exchange for going out by himself.

He hated himself for not being able to feel indifferent to Song Yu's words, and every time he was provoked by Song Yu, he would always go crazy and lose control, thus hitting Song Yu.

Song Yu is smarter and much calmer than him. Every time he deliberately tormented himself miserably, he went to his parents and complained.

Song Yuan couldn't remember how many times he had been locked in the small dark room, so that he was used to numbness in the small dark room afterwards.

The longest time he stayed was three days without eating or drinking any water. When his parents found him, he had passed out.

This kind of thing happened too much. After he came back at seven years old, he spent it like this until he was nine years old.

When he was locked in the small black room for the last time, he asked himself why he couldn't ignore Song Yu, obviously he didn't care about Song Yu, and he didn't want to care, why Song Yu could irritate him with two or three words.

He hopes that he is calm, indifferent, and doesn't care about everyone.

He fell asleep, and when he woke up he was another Song Yuan.

Song Yuan, who was fostered at a relative's house and was beaten and scolded for 17 years, suddenly passed through a book.

Although there was still some fluctuation in the face of Song Yu, he soon stopped caring about Song Yu.

He didn't care about the ridicule of his classmates, and he ignored Song Yu's provocations and insults.He was calm and indifferent, not like a child.

Since then, he has never entered the small black room again.

Because he imagined himself as another Song Yuan, he would consciously ignore all the problems his parents talked about in front of him, such as his illness.

He completely turned himself into Song Yuan who transmigrated from the real world into the novel, until now.

Song Yuan opened his eyes, feeling exhausted.

It was still pitch black outside the window, he struggled to get up from the bed, reached for his phone and checked the time—six o'clock in the morning.

He didn't know when he returned to his room.

Song Yuan put the phone aside, did not turn on the light, and sat upright by the bed, looking out the window, sorting out those chaotic thoughts.

So he didn't wear books from the beginning to the end, and only entered this novel world after his death.

At that time, he couldn't remember when he found out that he was wearing a book, because his memory of before the age of nine was very vague.

Just remember what you want to remember, and forget all the things you don't want to remember.

It's like brainwashing yourself into another person.

The lights outside the window lit up little by little, and Song Yuan moved, only to realize that his body was a little stiff after sitting for too long.

He didn't wear a coat, only a bottoming shirt, so his hands and feet were cold without any warmth.

Song Yuan got out of bed, put on his clothes, washed up and walked out of the room.

As soon as the door was opened, the door of the next door also opened.

Gu Yingchi was wearing casual clothes and smiled when he saw Song Yuan, "Together?"

Song Yuan nodded and bent his eyes at him.

The two went downstairs to have breakfast and went for a half-hour run.

The feeling of sweating profusely made Song Yuan forget all the messy and bad emotions.

After returning to the homestay, Song Yuan went back to the room and took a hot shower, packed up his things, and set off for the next stop.

The moment he got in the car, the phone vibrated a few times, and Song Yuan put the backpack away and turned on the phone.

What was unexpected was a text message sent to him by an unknown number.

"Although I hate you very much, I don't want to ruin myself for you."

"I'm going to kill you! No, it's not me, Song Yao is going to kill you."

"Seek good luck for yourself. I can't control myself. You won't believe me if I tell you. I can only tell you that there is a devil in my body, and he wants to kill you."

"Don't reply me the message, you just need to know to be on guard. Song Yuan, I really hate you, I wish you could die. But now I think clearly, I can't take my own future just to kill you .”

"What's the matter?" Gu Yingchi leaned closer to Song Yuan, saw him frowning slightly, reached out and pulled out his seat belt to buckle it up.

It was too close, and Song Yuan could see Gu Yingchi's deep eyes as soon as he raised his eyes.

He turned his phone to show Gu Yingchi the text message on it.

"Song Yao comes from reality." Song Yuan said, "He thinks this world is fake, and the people around him are all paper people, so he can treat him casually."

Gu Yuhe, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, was taking a nap. He slept very late at night and woke up early in the morning. He fell asleep as soon as he got in the car, and he couldn't hear the conversation between the two of them at all.

Gu Yingchi started the car and asked him, "Are you transferring?"

Song Yuan shook his head, put away his phone, and said, "I have some questions I want to ask him."

Some answers can only be obtained from Song Yao.

"Don't you have anything to ask me?" Gu Yingchi smiled, "You were the one talking yesterday, but I didn't say anything. Yuanyuan, don't you doubt me?"

Song Yuan didn't speak, and after a while he smiled lightly and said, "I believe in myself, and I believe in you too."

Gu Yingchi laughed out loud, the joy in the laughter was too obvious, it woke up Gu Yuhe in the back seat directly, a little creepy.

He rarely saw his uncle smiling so happily.

"I was always having a dream before." Gu Yingchi whispered, "In the dream, there was a boy whose face was invisible, with his back to me, turned slightly sideways, and only his chin could be seen. I had this dream repeatedly. Many times, the boy in the dream never looked back, and every time I would wake up when I was about to turn back. After I met you in Changming Village, I rarely had this dream."

"Later, when I was having this dream, the boy in the dream turned around."

"It's you, Yuanyuan."

The deep and magnetic voice was sultry, and Song Yuan heard his own heartbeat, which became louder when he said the certain sentence, like the sound of drums resounding in his ears, beating one after another, which cannot be ignored.

"The reality and the banquet you mentioned are too much. I don't have any memory yet. I just feel familiar with some scenes and people. Yuan Yuan, I believe that I will remember them all in a short time."

No matter whether he went to Fengliang Mountain or Wangyue Mountain, he only went there when he felt a very familiar feeling.

Song Yuan was looking for an answer, and he was also looking for an answer.

The car was quiet, except for the sound of the wind outside the window.

Song Yuan let out an "um", and the corners of his lips raised, revealing a gentle smile.

Gu Yuhe in the back seat was completely petrified, and the sentence "What are you talking about?" never came out.

How come he can understand all these words and understand the meaning, but he can't understand them at all when they are combined into one sentence.

Is his IQ problem?

Gu Yuhe lay down on the seat, stopped thinking about it, and continued to sleep with his eyes closed.

After driving for a day and a night, the car arrived at Wangyue Mountain.

Song Yuan bought a ticket and when he was about to enter, he was stopped by Gu Yuhe.

"Uncle and aunt are going in later." Gu Yuhe took out his camera, grinned and said, "Take a photo, take a photo, it's not too late to go in after the photo."

Song Yuan stood beside Gu Yingchi, looking at the camera, the moment the shutter fell, Gu Yingchi held his hand.

"Take another shot." Gu Yuhe was so excited that he took many more photos from various angles before he stopped taking pictures, looking at the photos in the camera from time to time let out a few weird laughs.

It was noon, the sun was shining brightly, and the temperature was too hot.

Song Yuan took off his coat and put it in his backpack. When he started to enter the mountain, his phone rang a few times.

It sounds like a Weibo notification tone.

Song Yuan took out his mobile phone while walking up the stone steps. It was a blogger he followed who posted a Weibo.

Over the mountains and rivers: "Enter the mountains."

Below is a picture, the entrance inside and the surrounding mountains are very familiar, Song Yuan just came in from the entrance, and he remembered it all at once.

He turned his head to look at the entrance, then at Gu Yingchi, and he didn't realize until this moment that Yue Shanshui was Gu Yingchi.

Song Yuan gave Gu Yingchi a thumbs up.

I accidentally clicked on the comments and found that the style of painting in the comments was very strange.

"?! Something's wrong, brothers, pay attention to the shadow below, there was one shadow before, but now there are two. Wannian is single?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'

"Tearful eyes, eldest brother has been single for so many years, and finally has a partner. I have a kind of excitement like an old mother."

"Is it official? Brother? I want to know who it is."

"Could it be the only one that big brother pays attention to!!! The shadow looks very good, ahhh, I'm curious about what it looks like."

"Who is it! Who is it! Who was abducted by the elder brother!"

"..."

More than 1000 comments are all guessing who the other shadow is.

Song Yuan opened the photo again, and saw that there were indeed shadows of him and Gu Yingchi at the bottom.

There is only the upper body, and you can't even see the outline clearly, so how can you tell whether it looks good or not.

Song Yuan looked up at Gu Yingchi, and found that he stopped at some point and was staring at the phone.

A few seconds later, Song Yuan received an Aite.

I clicked in and saw that it was Gu Yingchi who replied to a netizen.

"Is it official? Brother? I want to know who it is."

Yue Shanshui: "Official announcement @YCY is next."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-02-2223:57:41~2021-02-2323:56:10期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Lingling;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Ajiu; 1 bottle of Baiyuan and Fengyun;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!