The layered routine of vest essence

Wen Yu clicked the long-lost pause button, rubbed it and watched him play all kinds of incomprehensible tricks and wanted to complain about it.

"Ask whatever you want, don't keep glancing at me with panda eyes."

Duobai pulled Wen Yu's trouser legs, and shook his short hair like a dog.

"Why don't you play the plot again?" Duobai's small and dark eyes were full of doubts, feeling that this didn't fit Wen Yu's image of a perfectionist who would go back and forth every game.

Wen Yu crossed his legs and gnawed on the chestnuts that he never tired of eating. An unlimited amount of small books were floating in the air in front of him. He chewed something and said vaguely: "Although I don't know why the game asked me to play the simple and elegant front page again. The plot is set, but the hints of this character are too white."

Seeing that Duobai still didn't seem to understand what he meant, Wen Yu poked its head, "So you're not connected to the system? I thought you could also read minds."

Duobai groaned and squirmed, collapsed into a puddle of panda pancakes, with a heartbroken expression on his face.

"Not all brides who wear wedding dresses are gentle, considerate, beautiful and charming. Even if Jian Mingya wears this dress, she can't change her broken spirit." Wen Yu opened his notebook and found the page of records .

"She loves her child more than her own love, that's why she rushed in so irrationally to confront that man when she was betrayed, and killed herself in vain."

"Why didn't she rush in because she couldn't tolerate the betrayal of love?"

"Before she died, she thought of her child and her mother, but she never recalled her relationship with the scumbag. Even her emotions were unbelievable and angry, not sad at all." Wen Yu calmly analyzed, "She It is estimated that her love has long since disappeared in the suffering of life, like bubbles on the coffee, bitter and illusory, and she also clearly knows that without that man, her and her child's life will be even more disastrous."

Wen Yu closed the book, showing a warm smile similar to Ellis's: "Unfortunately, she is dead."

"I've been thinking about what kind of feelings I felt when I died, anger, regret, or reluctance?" Wen Yu shook his head, "Thinking about the end, I couldn't figure out why I was so angry at that time. --surprise."

Duobai moved with some discomfort, and rescued his round butt from Wen Yu's hands, "I remember that you want to use the game to survive and find the truth."

"Well, maybe I was angry at the time, but I can't remember it." Wen Yu nodded irresolutely, "I will still look for the truth now, but it doesn't seem to be that important anymore."

"After all... I came to this game, or mastered the recovery of reality, it's an established thing, isn't it?" Wen Yu said the most creepy words in the softest tone, "I think, I should know that development system Ph.D., or not of this age at all."

Duobai trembled subconsciously, subconsciously wanting to be cute to divert Wen Yu's attention.

"Come on, I didn't expect you to tell the truth." Wen Yu rolled his eyes, "Anyway, what Jian Mingya loves is her own child, not someone else's. The cubs are well taken care of, other things are out of her scope, and sometimes it is not surprising that she can do something when she is ruthless."

Wen Yu didn't bother to explain anything to Duobai. After the proper desire to confide was satisfied, this exclusive customer service with no other use could only be used as a cute tool.

"But I didn't expect it to be Zhou Shuang..." Wen Yu thought of that silly girl who was still running around outside in the middle of the night, and his conscience ached slightly, and he reckoned that Jian Mingya had something to go to see her in the dream, lest the child When I woke up, I found that my mother was taken away, and I had to go to a strange environment with my father, feeling depressed.

After recording this little detail in his notebook, Wen Yu reopened the game, intending to see what tricks the game could do for him.

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Jian Mingya slightly turned her head to look at this elf who was not even half the size of a peach and asked solemnly: "Can you take me back to that era?"

The elf held a small seed in his hand and slowly landed on the simple and elegant box.

"Elves are creatures that only children can see, except you." He didn't answer Jian Mingya's question directly, "Would you like to meet your child's reincarnation?"

"Reincarnation?!" Jian Mingya exclaimed, holding the box flat in front of her, and looking at the elf, "Is there really a past life in this world? What do I have to pay?"

"I wake up, meaning awake." After voluntarily reporting his name, the elf continued, "If all this is guided by the destiny mother, then indeed only I can lead you to find your reincarnated daughter, if you If you want revenge, the only one who can get in touch with the things of that era is your child as a medium."

"So, do you want to insist on going back to that era?"

Jian Mingya was in a trance, as if she was stunned by Xing Yitong's soul questioning.

"If I want revenge, I have to go to my child and ask my child to help me avenge?"

Xing nodded with a heavy face, as if waiting for Jian Mingya's choice.

The beautiful bride subconsciously touched her flat abdomen with her right hand, and looked at Xing with some pleading: "Can I meet her first before making a choice?"

This elf, who was much cooler than Taozi, nodded, and threw the seeds in his hand to the ground, a strange green color climbed up, and soon rushed into the sky.

"You climb up the vines."

Looking at the endless vines, Jian Mingya showed a shocked expression like a little girl for the first time: "Climbed to the top?"

Wake gave her a self-experienced look, and took the lead in flying up the vines with flapping wings.

Jian Mingya looked at the box in her hand, gritted her teeth, tied the small dressing box around her waist with a veil, kicked off the shoes on her feet that were inconvenient for climbing, and even tore off half of the skirt. He grabbed the vine that didn't look very solid.

There is no alternation of day and night in Gensokyo. The peaceful full moon is like a piece of beautiful jade without impurities, and it is not the same thing as the moon outside.

Jian Mingya thought that she would be exhausted halfway through the climb, and she might even fall off the vines and be smashed to pieces, but in fact she did climb more and more easily, as if she had reached a high altitude and even the gravity disappeared.

Xing's little silver figure was always flashing in front of her, her silence and implying a sense of caring, which made Jian Mingya feel at ease after a long absence.

After an unknown amount of time, they finally appeared above the clouds, as if they could touch the surrounding stars with their hands, and the vines under their feet were also faintly visible in the clouds.

"This really looks like Gensokyo from a fairy tale." Jian Mingya gently picked up the clouds and mist around her, and the light water vapor enveloped her, making her look like a fleeing princess.

Xing slowly opened his hands, and a small flower that was the same as the one he was hiding suddenly appeared in his arms, and then he threw the flower down from the cloud.

The clouds scattered shyly to the side, revealing a clear dark blue, reflecting the busy urban night scene.

The little beige flower kept falling, chasing down, passed through the reinforced concrete building, and fell into a house. The girl who was sleeping on the bed opened her mouth slightly, and the flower slowly floated to the corner of her mouth, with A hint of sweetness.

"Is it a girl?" Jian Mingya stood in the air empty-handedly, looking down without blinking.

"She has new parents now." Xing warned, "I won't let you help her achieve any wishes, there is no deal between us, and I won't give you blessings."

Jian Mingya nodded in despair, trying to find something similar to herself in that little girl.

"I want to see more of her."

Woke up and said: "This vine can last for a day, you can sit on it and watch it slowly, and call my name when the time comes."

Jian Mingya slowly bent her feet, sat on the vine, her feet were dangling in the air, holding the dressing box left by her mother in her hands, watching the sun gradually rise in the world, and the warm sunlight shines through the small screen window , shining on the treasure she had been looking forward to.

"Li Lingling! It's time to get up and go to the kindergarten!" A woman with her hair tied opened the door with a "slap", wiped her apron with slightly wet hands, and then lifted the little girl's quilt.

"Hey, how come there are flowers floating in this season?" The woman tore off the flowers that floated on Lingling's face, twisted them with her hands and threw them into the trash can next to her.

The child in the pink princess pajamas kicked his feet in a daze, and sat up by his mother's inertia as usual.

The woman skillfully pulled out a set of blue and white school uniforms from the closet next door, went to the bathroom next door to fetch a basin of warm water, and rubbed the child's cheeks in an extremely rude way until Lingling grabbed her hand and shouted: "Mom! Take it easy! My face is blushing."

"Are you awake yet?"

"Wake up..." The kid who got up early in the morning and didn't want to go to kindergarten replied weakly, and skillfully picked up his clothes and put them on.

She put on trousers, and the woman tied the whip for her, and it took only 5 minutes to complete the whole set.

Seeing that her daughter had cleaned up, the woman pushed Lingling out to eat a bowl of small wontons she made herself, and carried her to school with her in a hurry.

"Go to school obediently, mom is going to work." The woman never cared about the eyes of others, and called out precisely to her daughter among a pile of small mushrooms.

Lingling blushed and stomped her feet, and shouted back: "You have to work hard!"

——A very harmonious and ordinary daily life of mother and daughter.

Jian Mingya watched on the cloud, her eyes filled with heat, she couldn't help thinking, what kind of scene would it be if the child lived with her.

"I can embroider, I can sing, I can teach her to draw, and if she likes, I can help her make clothes." Jian Mingya muttered to herself, "Why is this mother wiping her face so hard? It hurts..."

Seeing the little girl learning singing from the teacher and playing games with her classmates in the kindergarten, Jian Mingya gradually became happy, and then thought of the example of Zhou Shuang, and couldn't help but start thinking. Could it be that Lingling also has some wishes, so it is only in Gensokyo? The elf who connected with her?

Jian Mingya subconsciously set her sights on that lucky woman.

I saw that the woman went directly to a nearby factory after delivering Lingling. It seemed to be an assembly line project related to the textile industry. She was responsible for fastening the buttons on the clothes that came along.

In this way, at noon, a few female workers stopped her and said, "Pang Jiao, do you want to play together this afternoon?"

Lingling's mother hesitated for a moment and said: "It's not very good, we lost so much last time we went to play."

The female worker pushed her shoulder and encouraged her, "Hey, wasn't that an accident, this time the boss said we should open a back door for us..."

Pang Jiao's heart was a little moved, she rubbed her hands unconsciously, her wrinkled face showed an expression of excitement, and she said: "Then this is the last time! Don't ask me to play next time Now, I have to take my daughter home..."

"Who doesn't." The female worker in her age group teased, "As women, we shouldn't think too much about others, and occasionally we should think about our own affairs!"

Above the clouds, Jian Mingya narrowed her eyes slightly, and a sneer appeared on her lips.