[Gu Jian III] The Days I Worked in Xuanyuan Hill

I thought I might have a fever.

My mind was like being stuffed with sweet tofu brains, and it was a mess.Consciousness was ups and downs in the vortex like a storm, and many fragments were torn by the storm and flashed past, and finally fixed on a face that I was all too familiar with.

That was Jinyun, but I had never seen Jinyun like this.

He seemed to be lying on the ground, his white hair was soaked in strands of blood, his hands were hanging limply by his side, his indigo eyes reflected the color of the sky—purple-black, with skylight shining through the middle, it looked faintly familiar.

His lips moved slightly, and two words escaped like a sigh: "Changning..."

"Jinyun!"

I exclaimed and sat up suddenly!

sat up...

stand up……

Didn't I remember that I was dead? !

My forehead was covered with sweat, my eyes widened in shock, and I looked at the strange yet familiar environment around me—a bed, a table, a computer on the table, and the mouse cable was still messily entangled with the charging cable of the mobile phone. Together, one glance shows how lazy and procrastinating the owner is.The room of less than ten square meters is a place that I haven’t seen in five or six years but can still remember clearly——the small house I lived in before crossing.

I'm back again?Or... are you dreaming now?

After sitting on the bed for 10 minutes, I supported the bed with trembling hands and got off the ground.I touched the wall and climbed to the mirror, raised my head, and my current appearance was clearly reflected in it.

It was a young female face, her skin was pale without being exposed to the sun 5000 years ago, and her brown eyes shone with uncertainty. She looked at me from the mirror. It was a face I was familiar with, but with With a strange feeling that I haven't seen for a long time.

This is... the me before time travel.

I am 24 years old, I am about to graduate from graduate school, and I am renting an apartment off-campus.

Am I really back?Xuanyuanqiu, Moyu, Jinyun... Could it all just be a dream of mine last night?

While I was staring at the mirror, there was a light knock on the bedroom door.Before I could respond, the door had been pushed open with a creak.The girl who came in was carrying a lunch box in her hand. She was surprised when she saw me, and then quickly walked over and slapped me on the back: "Gu Changning, do you want to die? Last night the temperature reached 39 degrees. Still wearing suspenders to run around? You can't just rely on your breasts to be so sloppy!"

I looked at her and called out her name tentatively: "Dou... Doudou?"

She looked at me blankly: "May I give you another chance?"

"...Dad, I was wrong, please show me mercy and let me go."

Satisfied, she put the lunch box on the table, and continued to babble about me until I passed out from the burn, and I was still wearing a sling and looking at my flat chest narcissistically in the mirror.

Fortunately, I also got a lot of information from her nagging.

From the mouth of this roommate whose name is almost forgotten by me, I learned that I suddenly developed a high fever in the middle of the night last night, and she couldn’t wake up no matter how much she shouted. Go down and sleep until now and wake up now.

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked.

She counted with her fingers, but when she didn't have enough fingers, she began to snap her toes, and finally said, "Fourteen hours."

fourteen hours.

Seven years.

A span of 5000 years.

"By the way, I called your mother while you were asleep. She was very anxious and said that she had bought a ticket. I guess I'll be there tomorrow." She said.

I silently chewed the long-lost braised pork in my mouth, still a little dazed.

It is not unhappy to eat the braised pork that I haven't eaten in seven years, and to see my mother who I haven't seen in seven years.It's just that I still seem to be immersed in the memory vortex in my dream. The stormy sea is so real that I can't pull it out completely until now.

For the next few days, I seemed to be stuck in this trance feeling.

Because I fell ill suddenly, my mother rushed over from home to take care of me.Although I feel that my body has almost recovered, there is a disease called your mother thinks you are sick.The pervasive staring keeps me out of the computer for days at a time.It wasn't until a week later that my mother finally left, and I couldn't wait to turn on the computer when I went to the station to send people home.

Ancient Sword III starts!

Open the archive and continue the game!

……who I am?where am I?What am I going to do?

I, who had not touched a computer for at least seven years, fell into a long silence.I don't even know where to put my claws on the keyboard. On the screen, the protagonist named Wang Beiluo may be circling wildly in my convulsive mouse operation. Only then did I realize that the posture of holding the mouse looks like holding a dagger .

I never thought that I, Gu Aotian, would have to cultivate my internet addiction again one day!

Fortunately, Internet addiction is like my chest, as long as I look for it carefully, I can still find it.I finally found the feeling of playing games, and began to fumble to continue the archive that I had left behind for seven years.

For two whole days, more than 40 hours, except that I couldn't bear to eat two mouthfuls of food and lie on the bed for a while, I almost played the game with the level of immersion that could enter the Yang Yongxin Electrotherapy Center.Walking through the plot from the perspective of the protagonist, and gradually restoring everything thousands of years ago, my eyes are getting wider and wider.This is a plot without the participation of me, a butterfly, but the development in it hits my heart again and again like a heavy hammer, so heavy that I can't speak.

Xiling City was besieged, and Ji Xuanyuan ordered Jinyun to rush to rescue Jilong. By the time Jinyun arrived at Xiling, Xiling City had been completely destroyed.

Wu Yan was completely blackened, slaughtered everywhere to avenge Xuanyuanqiu, and finally was beheaded by Jin Yun, and all the soldiers of the Taotie tribe were wiped out.

Jinyun died in Luanyu Mountain.

Wu Yan came back with the idea of ​​revenge, and led the demon into Yanling and Tianlu City, causing countless murders.In the end, he was hacked to death in Xiling by Jinyun's reincarnation Beiluo.

Wu Xie became cataract.

Bei Luo has Jinyun's memory, which means that the hero of this work may remember that his first night was not with the heroine Yun Wuyue, he is not clean.

The tree root spirit I met in Baimengze back then was the heroine of this work, and she watched the whole process of having sex with Jinyun and beating Jinyun afterwards.

...I can't tell which piece of information is more shocking.

In other words, one is more shocking than the other.

So much so that after finishing the plot, I lay on the bed without any desires, not knowing whether I should be sad for the tragic experience of my former lover or friend, or whether my boyfriend really got together with the dog I suspected at the beginning.

So when Doudou entered the room, what she saw was my back lying on the bed lifelessly and without desires, as if I had melted.

"What's wrong with you?" She slapped me up without any mercy, and snatched the half-cooked cheese on my bedside table by the way.

"Dou... I'm going to die and you still grab my cake, you're a man of work..." I got up and looked at her like a ghost.

"Why are you eating cake when you're about to die?" She mumbled with her mouth full. "How did you die? Is it an infectious disease? Do I need to drag it out and burn it now?"

"...Can you talk about the world? It's not an infectious disease. I committed suicide for love."

She paused, then stretched her neck to look at the game I had parked on the login page, and suddenly realized: "Have you cleared the level? It's okay, I think Wu Yan is not dead, Zhulong dug a hole... But you don't hate paranoia the most Crazy pervert?"

"Who said Wu Yan? I said Jinyun! Jinyun!" I slapped the coffin board excitedly, "He's dead! He died in the battle at Luanyu Mountain! I'm dead, my boyfriend is dead!"

"Oh, didn't he die in the first place?"

"...some people died, but he is still alive!"

"It's okay," she patted me on the shoulder, "Although Jinyun is gone, Naizi will live forever! Besides, he hasn't played a few times. I know he has a good body, but Beiluo's long legs are not bad either. !"

"..."

Okay, this is the attitude of ordinary people who eat melons towards the paper figures. After all, the whole process is done from the perspective of Beiluo. Jinyun is like a background board inside, which is only used to enrich the character design.She thought so, no problem at all.

But I am not.

Dream or not, I remember every aspect of him.

He forgot to remove the braids when he was sleepy, and when he woke up the next day, his hair would blow up to kill Matt. When he smiled, there was a dimple on his left cheek. He scratched his hair in embarrassment, and his face would turn slightly red when he was shy. .

What he said in my ear, the voice is hoarse and lingering, every word is like a transparent silk thread, wrapping my heart tightly round and round.

He is so real and ordinary, how could he be the cold God of War who stubbornly said "I don't need" to Lei Zu in CG?

"...I'm a little sleepy and want to sleep."

"Are you okay?" She looked at me a little worried, "Are you sick again? Your mother just left...how about I call her back?"

"Farewell, I just stayed up late to play games for two days in a row, I made it myself, it's okay." I waved my hand and showed her my game time for the past two days.

"Oh, then go to bed." She nodded understandingly, took another jelly from my bedside table, and closed the door considerately for me when she left.

I threw myself on the bed and fell asleep quickly exhausted.