Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

According to legend, there is another advanced civilization hundreds of millions of years away from the world. This civilization has mastered the most advanced technology, and has spawned countless civilizations under their hands. Someone once named them the Lord God Space.

In fact, there is more than one main god space, and they are divided into various civilizations to select suitable beings to become workers. In exchange, the main god space will satisfy a wish of the workers.

At the age of 31, Song Xi was selected by the supervision system of the Lord God Space and became the first working experimenter in the Department of Love.

I heard that the Department of Love comes from the person in charge of the main god space, and it does not belong to any civilization. It is said that the person in charge fiddled with it for his own amusement.

"You mean, I was chosen to be a tasker because I have an obsession with my lover?"

In the pure white space, Song Xi looked at the person who looked exactly like himself and asked.

The man looked very cheerful, "Hmm, yes, now the task is completed ahead of time, you should go back."

Song Xi always felt weird seeing him as if looking in a mirror.

He followed the man and continued to walk forward, and couldn't help asking: "You are System 777? But why do you... look so similar to me?"

The man didn't speak, suddenly stopped and stood on the spot, stretched out his hand to lightly touch the void, a door appeared out of thin air and opened automatically, the door was like a kaleidoscope, with patterns of various colors spinning in circles, Song Xi felt dizzy looking at it.

The man turned around, raised his hand and said, "Give me your hand."

Song Xi stretched out his hand subconsciously, and suddenly, his wrist felt cold, and the man grabbed his hand, and suddenly pulled him into the door with force.

Before losing consciousness in dizziness, Song Xi heard the man say softly:

"Because I am you."

……

Song Xi had a long dream. When he opened his eyes again, he looked at the furniture and furnishings at home, which were both familiar and strange, as if several centuries had passed in this short night.

Strictly speaking, centuries have indeed passed.

Countless memories intertwined in his mind, Song Xi endured the throbbing pain in his temple, gently lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

As soon as he stepped on the cold ground with his left foot, the sleeping man next to him suddenly woke up. He struggled to get up and looked at him with a hoarse voice in panic, without any expression in his eyes, "Brother?!"

Song Xi put his legs back on the bed, pulled him into his arms, patted his back and asked, "I'm here."

This man who is four years younger than him, named Jiang Youmin, is his lover.

His lover is obviously much taller than him, but he is frighteningly thin. He can only feel the bones on his body, no matter how much he eats, he doesn't gain any flesh.

This situation started to appear half a year ago. Song Xi accompanied him to the hospital for an examination. The doctor said that it was the sequelae of the previous brain injury, and now it has oppressed the nerves. This disease cannot be completely cured. An extra day is a day.

The doctor said that as long as there are no symptoms of blindness, it means that the condition has not continued to deteriorate.

But in the morning of the second day after leaving the hospital, Jiang You lost his eyesight. The doctor shook his head and said that he didn't have a few months to live.

It may be followed by dizziness, nausea, shaking hands, or even stroke and paralysis.

Song Xi kept it secret, but Jiang Youmin's body belonged to him, and he knew the condition of his body better than anyone else.

Song Xi didn't say anything, he didn't know, he just forced himself to take medicine to relax himself.

Jiang Youmin doesn't want to die, he wants to live, his lover is still alive, he is such a selfish person, even if he has only one breath in the end, he still wants to drag Song Xi, he can't let go, he can't be magnanimous.

However, seeing Song Xi who was getting thinner and thinner because of him, Jiang Youmin thought many times that death is actually not that terrible.

But it is clear that their life has only passed a little bit...

The lover is getting weaker and weaker day by day, but Song Xi can do nothing but hide in the toilet and cry secretly.

Until yesterday, Song Xi woke up and found that Jiang Youmin had passed out on the bed and lost consciousness. When Song Xi hurriedly picked up the phone to dial 120, a strange male voice sounded in his head.

The voice said succinctly: "Hello, I am the Lord God Space Supervision System A, do you want to save your lover?"

Song Xi is already insane, as long as he can save Jiang Youmin, he can exchange his life for it.

A doesn't need his life, he just needs to take two people's consciousness and put them into each small world, complete eight missions to collect enough love, if the mission is successful, the system will return him a healthy Jiang Youmin, if the mission fails, his consciousness will be Always stay in the small world and be a part of it.

Song Xi agreed, he thought, if the mission fails, then he will die with Jiang Youmin.

Even if the chance is slim, he will give it a go.

Maybe because he was the first experimenter in the love department, A gave him a lot of restrictions, Song Xi separated a trace of consciousness, and transformed it into System 777.

Powerful love is derived from tribulations. 777 is a part of Song Xi, and naturally knows this truth. 777 has intervened in many things that are not against the rules by relying on authority. It is clear that Jiang Youmin's memory is also part of it, but these, It's all based on Song Xi's trust in their love.

He is willing to risk everything to believe in his lover.

After Song Xi completes the five worlds, he is only a little short of the full love value, and he only needs to distinguish between reality and illusion when completing the last task.

777 left many reminders with permission, but these reminders are all within the scope of A's permission.

Song Xi left all his memories to 777, now that he has withdrawn his consciousness, that's why he feels like a big dream.

However, he knew that this was not a dream...

Jiang Youmin suddenly raised his head, his pupils rolled and slowly fell on Song Xi's face: "I seem to see the light."

Song Xi also saw the light, in Jiang Youmin's eyes.

Jiang Youmin hurt his head because he blocked the gangster's stick back then, and his eyes were also blinded because of him.

Fortunately, they are still alive now.

The feeling of the rest of life after the catastrophe Song Xi burst into tears unconsciously, there was no trace of sadness in his voice, only calm: "Ah Min, what do you want for breakfast?"

Jiang Youmin didn't answer, just stared at him for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand and put it on Song Xi's face, wiping away his tears little by little, with a silly smile, "Brother, I saw your shadow gone."

Song Xi hugged him violently, resting his chin on his shoulder, letting tears soak Jiang Youmin's shoulder, "Well, I know."

"Don't cry." Jiang Youmin hugged him tightly, as if he wanted to rub him into his chest with great strength, and whispered in Song Xi's ear: "My heart aches."

Familiar breathing, familiar breath, familiar heartbeat.

The younger brother next door who needed his care when he was young has long since grown into a man taller than him, and is no longer as defensive against everyone as he was when he was young.

Jiang Youmin kneaded his heart into a flame and burned it passionately for the one he loves.

The two have been together for five years, but at this moment, it seems that thousands of years have passed.

……

After returning, Jiang Youmin's condition became better and better. After a day, he was able to get out of bed and walk quickly, and his eyes could see the outline of things blurredly.

Song Xi took him to another hospital for a physical examination, and the examination result said that he was just a little malnourished and needed supplements.

Who would have known that a few days ago, the doctor had reported that Jiang Youmin's time was running out, so he might as well take him home to recuperate for the rest of his life.

His health suddenly improved, and Jiang Youmin didn't ask any more questions. For him now, it's enough to be alive.

Song Xi felt that a was probably the noble person he was destined for.

As the saying goes, if you say Cao Cao, Cao Cao will come.

Song Xi was talking about A, but when he was cooking soup in the kitchen at night, A's voice sounded in his head.

"It seems that you and your lover are having a good time."

Song Xi stopped his hands and tried to reply in his mind: "A, thank you for all of this."

There was a bit of joy in A's voice: "No, you contribute, and I will help."

Song Xi: "You sound very good."

A generously admitted: "The family member is away on a business trip and won't come back for half a month, so he will inevitably feel better."

Song Xi: "..."

"Excuse me, that person in your family refers to..."

"I love people."

The corners of Song Xi's mouth twitched, and he couldn't see his lover for half a month. Was it really a happy thing?

A explained again: "It's too clingy, my back will hurt when I'm with him."

When he said that, Song Xi probably understood that A was an employee of the Lord God Space, and his lover was definitely not an ordinary person.

A added: "I'll just take a look at it casually, and I'll give you a small gift before I leave."

He didn't say thank you for his great kindness, but Song Xi still felt that he should thank him. He probably didn't think much of him. Apart from sincere thanks, he had nothing to give.

A really just came to have a look, came quietly, and left as well. By the time Song Xi realized it, the other party had already disappeared.

Soon, he knew what the little gift from A was.

As soon as Song Xi put the lid on the pot, there was a violent noise in the living room.

He hurriedly threw the spatula and walked out. As soon as he walked out the door, he was embraced by a man who rushed like a hurricane.

Jiang Youmin is half a head taller than him, and his chest is wider, but now he lacks nutrition and is too thin.

Song Xi stretched his hands behind his waist and hugged him, "What's the matter? Your eyes are not healed yet, you need to rest well."

As soon as he finished speaking, a few drops of warm liquid dropped from his neck, rolling down one by one, scalding into the bottom of his heart.

Song Xi laughed: "Why are you crying, I'm here."

Ever since he found out that he was sick, Jiang Youmin was particularly fond of clinging to him, and he was ruthless when making love, often waking up in the middle of the night, repeatedly checking to see if Song Xi was by his side.

Song Xi knew that he was suffering, so he let him go, thinking about it now still hurts.

Jiang Youmin hugged him, wanting to rub him into his flesh and blood, but he was afraid of hurting him, so he could only repeat "I love you" over and over again.

After getting along for so many years, the other party's temperament, what to say and what to do are all clear.

Song Xi also recalled that Jiang Youmin's reaction probably knew something, or recovered some memory.

It turns out that this is the small gift given by A.

The two got tired of it for a while, Song Xi was a little out of breath by his man, and immediately pushed him away angrily, "Okay, okay, the chicken soup is almost ready, I have to add some salt."

Jiang Youmin stood aside obediently, like a husky who had just died, "Okay."

The corners of his eyes were still red, and he was completely different from the vigorous and resolute look before he got sick.

Song Xi stood on tiptoe lightly, rubbed his head, and rumpled his soft hair, "Okay, smooth hair."

Jiang Youmin was not annoyed, just like when he was young, he put away his tattoos all over his body and handed over his fatal weakness to this person without reservation.

Outside the window, the sun is setting in the west mountain, and the fiery red light is reflected in through the glass window. The sunset is not the disappearance of life, but another kind of new life.

In the room, the two pairs of eyes strive to engrave each other into their hearts and souls, each using the most enthusiastic way to love each other deeply.

Looking back, they will have many years to come.

The author has something to say: Next is the sweet episode, and if nothing else, there will be an episode about when the two met when they were young.

Thanks to the little cuties who have been with me for so long, stumbling, and finally there is a result.

ps: I wrote this disease blindly, so don't worry about it.