Mosaic Fairy Tale [Unlimited Streaming]

--coward--

When he opened his eyes again, he had already returned to the dormitory.

The backpack was still on his back, but there was no one beside him, and there was also an empty bed board under him.

It was like a real dream, a nightmare.

He scrambled down from the bed, took off the backpack on his back and threw it on his own bed, and then sat down on the ground.

After a while, Zhou Mingyang and Song Du walked in from outside laughing.

"Old Ren, I brought you noodles! Haha! Thank you!"

Zhou Mingyang put the plastic bag in his hand on his desk, lowered his head and shook his hand in front of his eyes. "Why are you in a daze? I'm eating noodles!"

Ren Ange stood up from the ground, stared at the plastic bag on the table for a while, and then took out the contents.

"Why is there only one bowl of noodles?" Ren Ange stared blankly at the plastic bowl in his hand.

"Ah? Can you eat two bowls by yourself?" Zhou Mingyang was curious, "You only let me bring one bowl?"

Zhou Mingyang watched him nervously sit down and stand up, stand up and sit down, and finally wandered around the dormitory again.

He and Song Du looked at each other, laughed a few times, and asked inexplicably, "Old Ren, what are you doing? Did you drop something?"

Ren Ange ignored him, lay down on the ground and looked under the bed, then went to lift the quilt, and the quilt was all lifted.

Song Du couldn't help laughing, "Old Ren, what did you lose, let's help you find it together?"

Ren Ange went to open his suitcase again, looking through clothes one by one.

After rummaging through his suitcase, he stood next to Zhou Mingyang and Song Du's suitcases again, with his head bowed and not speaking.

Zhou Mingyang opened his mouth and glanced at Song Du.

Song Du also felt a little strange.

Zhou Mingyang smiled a few times, and hurried over to open the suitcase.

"Look, maybe I accidentally took it away..." Zhou Mingyang opened the suitcase, "I'm a bit messy here, you can look for it yourself?"

Song Du also opened the suitcase beside him, and said with a smile, "Maybe it's taken away by me, maybe..."

Ren Ange stood beside him without moving, staring at his suitcase as if he could spot a flower.

"Old Ren... are you okay?" Zhou Mingyang stood up and looked into his face. "what happened?"

Ren Ange seemed to have just come to his senses, and walked to the empty bed with a hoarse voice.

"What about people..."

"Who?" Zhou Mingyang looked suspiciously at Song Du and then at him.

"This bed has always been empty?" Song Du scratched his head, "You are looking for someone... it should be in another dormitory?"

Ren Ange didn't speak, and ran to the toilet again.

Still empty.

He went back to the table, sat down, and lifted the lid off the plastic bowl.

"An Ge..." Zhou Mingyang leaned against his table and leaned his face closer, "What's wrong with you? Tell us if you have anything to do!"

"It's nothing..." Ren Ange lowered his head and continued eating noodles.

"Oh...then you must tell us if you have something to do!" Zhou Mingyang patted him on the shoulder.

"Ah."

Zhou Mingyang watched him gobble up the noodles like a starving ghost, and felt worried again.

Before the noodles in Ren Ange's mouth could be swallowed, tears began to fall without warning.

Zhou Mingyang and Song Du were taken aback. Song Du hurriedly went to get a tissue, and Zhou Mingyang hurriedly patted him on the back a few times.

"It's good to cry, it's good to cry..." Zhou Mingyang looked at Song Du helplessly.

Song Du wiped his face with a few facial tissues, and hurriedly said, "It's okay, you're crying, we wiped your tears and snot for you!"

Ren Ange took the tissue, wiped away the tears on his face indiscriminately, and smiled at the two of them.

"I am fine."

After he finished speaking, he continued to eat noodles.

In the days that followed, there was indeed no one named Qiu Chenliang in his life.

The dagger was gone, and there was only one puppet left.

He was in a daze until he found the book again.

The big gold-plated characters on the cover are just like the first time I saw them.

He turned the page slowly, blank.

He froze for a moment, staring blankly at the book in his hand.

Then frantically turned to the last page.

Blank, all blank!

Ren Ange didn't understand what was going on, couldn't keep up with his breathing, and lay sideways on the cold ground.

His head was dizzy, and he beat his head with his hands in pain, trying to think of something.

After a long time, he lay on the ground in a daze, as if his strength had been drained from his whole body.

He's always been a coward.

He didn't dare to ask Zhou Mingyang and the others if they knew Qiu Chenliang.

He also doesn't have the contact information of Qiu Chenliang's family, he doesn't know if this person really doesn't exist anymore.

He was thinking again how much he liked himself, to the point of being so selfish.

Just abandoned his family, his friends, his life.

In this world, only the players who entered the game with him remember him.

Ren Ange looked at the empty bed with resentment, tears dripped down his face and onto the ground, forming a small clear pool.

He seemed so powerless and pale to vent again and again, and returned to life without him.

Once, Zhou Mingyang and Song Du each brought a large bag of snacks and put them on his table.

Zhou Mingyang squeezed his arm, and said to him proudly, "Are you happy? There are so many, you like to eat them!"

Ren Ange nodded and thanked her.

Zhou Mingyang stood beside him for a long time, until he raised his head and looked at him suspiciously, Zhou Mingyang seemed hesitant to speak, smiled for a while, opened his mouth for a while, and finally said only one sentence.

"You haven't eaten snacks for a long time."

The days seemed to be like this all the time, and he never waited until the start of the next game.

The snow they agreed to come.

He was still alone in the empty house.

He can do something.

Even night after night, he didn't have a single dream.

Asleep, my mind is empty.

This world is too cruel, there is not even a shadow of him left.

He was terrified and thankful, he did not forget Qiu Chenliang.

"Hahaha... You made a mistake..." Ren Ange was distracted by the empty bed.

The snow they had agreed upon came, and he was the only one sitting by the window, peeping into another world through the glass.

He himself was a little confused, and there was still nothing in his mind.

His things, his shadow He suddenly lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves.

Here's his watch—

Is that book his too?

He suddenly ran to the bathroom nervously, his face was about to be pressed against the mirror.

Still like himself.

He reached out to clasp the mirror again, and nervously found the blank book again.

It seems that it took him so many days to find a sense of existence before he reacted to what happened.

He held up the book and slammed it on his head, crying "Let me go back".

In the end, he tore up the book crazily. It was clearly his last imprint, but he showed no mercy.

Snow-white paper covered the entire room.

On the floor, on the table, on the bed, on himself.

He took the watch off, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it.

Then he picked it up nervously and threw it on the ground over and over again.

He didn't see a single crack in the watch.

It made him uncomfortable.

He grabbed the watch and ran downstairs barefoot.

He is really crazy.

A hole was dug in the snow, the watch was buried in it, and the hole was filled.

Maybe Dong was stupid, so he built another snowman and put it on the pit.

He had no shoes on and no scarf around his neck.

Fortunately, he was wearing a down jacket.

He took off his coat and dressed the snowman.

After doing all this, I just stood aside and watched for a while.

Then he ran back into the room, ignoring the half-melted snow on his feet, and got under the covers.

During the day, I kept my eyes closed until it was dark before falling asleep.

Not even an empty dream.

He woke up too punctually, the sky just revealed a little light.

He touched his empty wrist and ran to the window, where he saw the snowman downstairs with his coat still there.

Snowmen have no facial features.

He touched his empty wrist again, there was no watch there.

He lay down on the bed again, rolling there laughing.

"This world is not normal..."

He had laughed enough and lay there with one hand on his forehead.

"unusual……"

"Without him...not normal..."

"How to do how to do……"

He closed his eyes and struggled for a long time, sweat dripping from his forehead.

He remembered that he had never seen other players in this world besides Qiu Chenliang and himself, only the two of them had watches on their hands.

He remembered the year 2023 that Qiu Hao said.

Is this world really real?

For the first time since he was born, he doubted the authenticity of this world.

it's fake it's fake...

He muttered silently in his heart.

What about him?Is he fake?

What about Qiu Chenliang?Is he fake too?

2021...

The Qiu Chenliang he met in 2020...

How old is he this year?

2020, 2020...

Nineteen, twenty, or 21?

22, 23...

He curled up, put his head in his hands, and fell into a frantic and messy brainstorm.

very messy……

He is really going crazy.

So unbelievable thoughts grew wildly like weeds at this moment.

His head really hurts, headache, pain.

Qiu Chenliang, Qiu Chenliang, Qiu Chenliang...

These three words became a mantra for purifying the heart and a shackle of pain.

In a trance, as if a sensor had been installed in his heart, someone stepped on a thunder.

He rushed down suddenly and saw the figure standing next to the snowman in the snow.

The man dug the watch out of the snow.

He only looked at the back, and rushed forward without hesitation, stopping at the moment when the man could turn his head.

"Yu Chang..." His voice was hoarse.

Yes, why didn't he notice that long hair.

Panic flashed in Yu Chang's eyes, and it disappeared in a flash.

"Yu Chang——" He came to his senses, ran over and grabbed his arm in a hurry, a glimmer of hope surged in his heart.

"Why are you here?"

Yu Chang took half a step back and his expression returned to normal.

Ren Ange continued to ask without waiting for him to speak.

"Do you... know something?"

He raised the volume, "Otherwise why would you dig out the watch? Huh?"

His eyes were red with anxiety, and his lips trembled slightly.

"Is there any way...is there any way to save him? He must not be dead, right!"

Yu Chang lowered his eyes and looked at him for a while, then frowned slightly, and retracted his palm as soon as it touched his arm.

"Go back first, and I'll tell you after entering the house."

He looked down at Ren Ange's bare feet, which were covered with a layer of red.

Ren Ange opened his mouth, but didn't react for a while, and looked at him with confused eyes.

A trace of anxiety appeared on Yu Chang's face, he took off his down jacket to wrap him up, then bent down and hugged him firmly.

Ren Ange looked over his shoulder and landed on the snowman behind him.

The snowman was still wearing his coat, and there was still a pit on the ground, showing signs of being covered by snow again.

He withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes, and leaned his head weakly on his shoulder. Occasionally, a few flakes of snow fell on his eyelashes, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Qiu Chenliang..." He struggled to make a sound, "Is that you?"

The hands holding him tightened.

The wind and snow seemed to be getting bigger, and it didn't mean to end at all.

He opened his eyes slightly, and saw a familiar face, and his long hair became the original short hair.

He put his arms around his neck and leaned up slightly so that his face was against his.

The wind and snow were getting bigger and bigger, scraping across his face like a knife.

Something hot flowed out of his eyes, and was quickly blown away by the wind.

His lips trembled violently, pressing against the same cold cheek.

"Is it the end of the world..."

Qiu Chenliang hugged him even tighter, and Ren Ange could feel his trembling, his countless earth-shattering emotions.

But in a flash of divine effort, a thick layer of snow fell and spread to Qiu Chenliang's thigh.

Ren Ange's toes even touched something cold.

He felt his Adam's apple moving against his face, and in the midst of the grand blizzard, he heard him mutter.

"sorry Sorry……"

"Although I don't know what happened..." Ren Ange clung to him tightly, drawing warmth from each other. "But you know, I love you."

"I knew that this world is fake, only you are real."

"Qiu Chenliang, can you not leave me?" He closed his eyes, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and disappeared with the wind. "If you want to go, take me with you, okay?"

They have been unable to move an inch.

Qiu Chenliang stopped holding him, Ren Ange opened his eyes, they looked at each other like lovers who have been in love for many years.

It seems that the youthful appearance has faded away, revealing all kinds of affection.

"I'm not afraid..." Ren Ange hugged him tightly, he didn't need to say anything, as their graves were in front of him.

Today is their memorial day, and the blizzard is their joint burial place.

Cowards, after fearing so many ghosts, scorn death.

Maybe this is the best ending.

Even if he doesn't know anything.

He just wants to take on the other side of the world for two people.

Even if it's the end of the world.