The system always wants me to attack the boss

The more Bi Chuanlian looked at the Buddha card in his hand, the more angry he became, and the secretary-general next to him was still fanning the flames.

"Drawing so many paintings, Mr. Ying still can't remember the face of the person in the dream, but it's really infatuation."

?

What dream man?

Does painting have something to do with dreams?

"What kind of dreams does he often have?" Bi Chuan was stunned and asked.

"You don't know that. Indeed, this matter cannot be investigated outside. In fact, Ying has always had symptoms of amnesia, and he often dreams about the details of being with the person he likes."

"And then?" Bi Chuanlian listened quietly, the sense of absurdity deepening in his heart.

"But you know, dreams are usually hard to remember, so find someone to draw them, and then find someone slowly." The Secretary-General said while throwing a coin into the pool, "My wish, of course, is that the boss can Find someone he likes one day earlier."

"..." Is this guy too loyal to his work, no matter how much he makes a wish, it revolves around Ying Ling.

Moreover, did they really have any festivals before? The lines between the lines and the relationship, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a deep grievance...

But, no, the person in the painting he bought at auction last time was himself? !It's his true self, but it's not the true self of this world...

Then... Bi Chuanlian suddenly had a very bold idea, and this idea sprouted, but he was afraid to think about it any more.

This means... Ying Lingyou has been dreaming about things that do not belong to the memory of this world?

Not only did he not feel weird, after all, there were some zombies or dragons, but he firmly believed that this had happened before, and he lost his memory? !

Bi Chuanlian just waited in place for a few seconds, and then he heard the secretary-general next to him call him back like a ghost, "It usually takes a long time to paint, Mr. Ying asked me to take you to another place for a stroll first. .”

"No, you can go on your own."

Bi Chuan even thought to himself that he hadn't digested all his conjectures, so he didn't want to hear more other teasing and malicious ridicule.

He casually walked in the courtyard of the temple, and suddenly felt very hot in his heart, so hot that the cool wind blowing over him changed the temperature, and he even wanted to take off the coat.

The little dirty cat in his arms was milky, barking for a while, and biting his finger for a while.Bi Chuan even rubbed Rua the little dirty cat's head, still wandering in his mind.

If... Ying Lingyou was really in a dream, dreaming about their past, then now... can he take the initiative to mention it and tell the other party his true background?

But... In this world, Ying Lingyou can be regarded as the protagonist, after all, he is the boss hand-picked by the system.In case, the world falls apart because of Ying Lingyou's change of concept, what will happen to them...

Will it be completely separated?

That's how it's written on TV...

Bi Chuan frowned, feeling very uncomfortable.And he was still thinking wildly, and he didn't notice someone walking by beside him...

Accidentally, he bumped into a monk head-on.

Bi Chuan expressed his apologies again and again, and just as he was about to leave, he heard the monk stop him, "Benefactor, please stay."

?

"The one sitting in the hall is my master. He told his disciples that he might as well invite you to gather for a while and think that the monk will come and make a painting for you."

The monk was very small and wore unique white clothing. Although the clothes were a little yellowed from washing, they looked clean.The skin is that authentic yellow complexion, with delicate features, and looks harmless to humans and animals, very gentle.

You can't run with strangers casually, this is already the consensus of Bi Chuanlian in so many worlds.

He took a few steps back defensively, looked around, in the mountains, no one would rush out to kidnap him...

"Almsgiver, do you believe in Buddhism?"

"..." Bi Chuan even wanted to say that he believed it, but the marriage card he had just asked for did not appear. He wanted to say that he didn't believe it, but it was too impolite to do this in someone else's territory.

"As long as there is a Buddha in your heart, the Buddha's light will guide you to where you want to go." The monk made a gesture of invitation, the meaning is obvious, this monk seems to really want to make a painting.

Bi Chuanlian bit the bullet and followed. The interior layout was quite simple, with an ink tray and a set of the Four Treasures of the Study placed in the center.The ink and wash paintings hanging on the wall are also full of real talent and learning.

"Benefactor, what is the scene that impressed you the most?"

Bi Chuan saw that the young monk really picked up the brush, so he knew that the monk was really determined to paint for him.

In fact, Bi Chuan didn't even feel that he was particularly deep in any scene, because as long as there was a place for Ying Lingyou and memories about the other party, he felt very good.

However, he felt that the scene of their marriage was really good.So he said little by little, described little by little, still thinking about his previous shape of a little dragon, and told the little monk little by little.

These are all fantasy at first glance, but the monk was neither surprised nor ridiculed.It seems that he really agrees with the situation described by Bi Chuanlian.

So much so that Bi Chuanlian felt so much kindness that the two started talking happily.

It was getting late, and Bi Chuan didn't even notice that someone was coming outside.

The person who came was Ying Lingyou. His painting had already been completed. Now that he came here, he just looked at Bi Chuanlian from a distance, and politely did not step in.

After all... Since he drove Bi Chuanlian out and prevented the other party from prying into his secret, naturally he shouldn't cross the line to know the other party's mind.

It's just that Ying Lingyou saw Bi Chuanlian chatting and laughing with a monk. When the two were still very close, he didn't realize that his face was already quite ugly.

The one who finally broke the deadlock was the little dirty cat who didn't understand anything. The cat desperately wanted to jump off the table to meet its other owner.

Nai He ran around on the table indiscriminately, his paws were covered with ink, forcibly leaving traces of his plum blossom paws on the painting.

"..."

Only then did Bi Chuanlian notice that the little dirty cat was meowing at someone.I don't know how long the other party has been here, why he has been standing at the door and not coming in.

But after Bi Chuan thought about it again, he would shut people out, and there was no one else except Ying Lingyou, a bad guy.Simply even the embarrassment in my heart disappeared completely.

"It's still a little bit short, don't panic, benefactor." The little monk's brush strokes are still very steady.

"it is good."

Bi Chuanlian was a little angry, and thought to let Ying Lingyou wait outside, hum!But then he thought humbly, if he gets impatient after waiting for a long time, let him go to take a taxi by himself.

This barren mountain, this cold weather...

He whispered to the monk quietly, "But it's better to draw faster."

And this painting took more than an hour to complete.The monk insisted on waiting for the painting to dry before sending it over after paying homage to the Buddha. This is the rule of the temple, and Bi Chuanlian could only comply.

He hurried out of the temple gate, but he couldn't see Ying Lingyou, even the little dirty cat was taken out by the other party, and he felt a little bit cold in his heart for a moment.

He looked at his phone...it was out of battery and turned off.

Could it be...

No way……

You can't really leave him alone, can you? !Bi Chuanlian hurried to the hall again, and now there was only one cleaning monk left, and there was no one else.

"You mean that gentleman just now? The monk didn't see it, maybe he went down the mountain."

Bi Chuanlian hurriedly walked down the mountain one step at a time and two steps at a time. The mountain road was not easy to walk. He tossed and tossed for a while before reaching the place where people worship Buddha.

There were a lot fewer people here, but there were still a few here and there, except Ying Lingyou was nowhere to be seen.

Bi Chuanlian's heart has completely cooled down.

He was comforting himself again, even if Ying Lingyou didn't like him, he shouldn't be this kind of person, the other party has always been very warm-hearted, otherwise he wouldn't have helped him so many times for no reason in the past.

Bi Chuan tried to take a few deep breaths, and gradually calmed down his flustered mind. He was afraid that he would lose his footing, because he already felt a little palpitation...

It was windy at night, but luckily it wasn't raining. Bi Chuan even glanced at the brass mirror next to him. He couldn't see clearly, but he could still see his ugly face.

His body was still covered in thin sweat from rushing down the mountain just now.

He could only wait at the place where Buddha worshiped, hoping that maybe the other party was just walking around with a cat in his arms.

I don't know how long it took, but the hill that was already a little quiet suddenly had more footsteps and noisy people.

Bi Chuanlian and the others were bored, and they were idle when they were idle, so they went out to see what was going on outside.

—— "Is this the crew coming? How did you choose the scene here to shoot? It's not good."

——"The film crew will also buy extra money when they come over, so don't worry about it so much."

——"Look at that actor, he looks pretty good-looking, and the clothes he wears are also pretty, bright red. Are you going to shoot a marriage scene in a temple?"

—— "Oh, I've said it all, don't talk too much in front of the Buddha."

——"Okay, okay, talking about it won't do."

The voices of several passers-by vaguely reached Bi Chuanlian's ears, and he just lowered his eyes to look at the crew members who were twenty or thirty floors down.

It's so dark today, in fact, it's impossible to tell if anyone is good-looking or what kind of clothes they are wearing.

However, a very familiar figure appeared in Bi Chuanlian's field of vision...

Good guy, he has waited so long, who can tell him why Ying Lingyou got mixed up in that crew? !Moreover, the faint cat meowing coming through the wind sounded extremely bleak, as if it had been abused.

Bi Chuan was taken aback for a moment, and hurried down a few steps, wondering if the little dirty cat was surprised by these people? !Still hurt? !