hello little angel

The mission jump this time was different from every previous one. Xingyu felt that he was floating in the air. He couldn't feel his own weight, couldn't move, and couldn't speak, but an indescribable feeling rose from his heart. Familiarity and security.

He heard the voice of the system:

【Xiao Yu, this is your world, I can't be by your side, you have to be more careful...】

[But with "he" here, you don't have to worry so much, if you can't take care of you, then "he" will be finished! 】

[The mission this time is quite clear: to realize Zong Dai's wish. 】

【Xiaoyu, after this mission is over, your memory will be completely restored. When you remember everything, the direction of the story is entirely up to you. 】

[After the journey is over, we are all waiting for you at the end. 】

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The misty mist dispersed in the cold mountain wind in the morning, and Zong Dairan recalled the first time he met Xingyu, which was also in such a cold autumn.

It was a morning 24 years ago. The outline of the city was still blurred by smog, and the distant skyline gradually lit up.

The 19-year-old Zong Dai stood by the bridge and looked down at the bridge hole where he lived for five months and seven days. Because the distance was too far, he could only see his naked, blood-stained and muddy hands. foot.

Zong Dai stood outside the railing, people passing by could not see him, but the passing wind pushed him intentionally or unintentionally.

His life was short, pale and meaningless.

Fuck it.

"I don't play anymore."

The weightlessness of stepping into the air swept over him, and the huge emptiness and the violent falling wind instantly enveloped him. The hustle and bustle of the city had never been so far away from him, vaguely as if it came from another time and space many years ago.

In the distance, the sky fire finally ignited, and the orange-red morning glow covered the sky.Zong Dai struggled to open his eyes, trying in vain to witness the last second of his life, and then look at the world he once lived in.

There is no vast expanse of morning glow, nor a crowded steel city, nor a falling transparent wind, nor a turquoise river.

What Zong Dai should have witnessed in this world turned into a piece of pure white—soft and light, white with a shimmer.

The soft white mass unfolded, revealing a curled up slender body, a boy who fell with Zong Dai.

All the scenes were played slowly in Zong Dai's eyes. In the strong wind, he saw the young man's slender eyelashes fluttering and slowly opened, revealing a pair of clear eyes under the white eyelids--white background with black benevolence, eye shape Round and round, the tails of the eyes are slightly raised, with the brightness of the dawn.

The young man looked at Zong Dai, and the long white clouds and the blue sky all appeared in his eyes.

The last thought flashed through Zong Dai's mind:

Angel, it's really beautiful.

Zong Dai is not dead.There is a hurdle on the road from the world to nothingness, which is called a hospital.

The doctors in the emergency room worked for a long time, and finally rescued this disheveled homeless man. Although he was poor, he was physically fit, tall and strong, and his consciousness recovered quickly.

"If you're young, just go find a job!" The old doctor stood in front of Zong Dai's bed with a serious face and only a few strands of white hair left, his voice sounded like he was admonishing the younger generation. Thinking about jumping into the river? Thanks to those unlucky kids who skipped class, otherwise you would be gone!"

Zong Dai's head was in chaos, the doctor's reprimand and the busy sounds around him sounded vaguely in his ears, and he vaguely remembered what he saw in front of him when he fell...

"Angel."

"What?" The old doctor stared, and was so angry that he wanted to jump his feet. "If you still want to die, find a more remote place! Don't let me meet again!"

Zong Dai took some medicine in his hands and walked out of the hospital in a daze.His hair was long enough to cover his eyes and half of his ears, and he was still wearing worn-out gray short-sleeved sleeves, and a pair of hospital slippers under wrinkled sweatpants.

Even though he bowed his waist slightly and hung his neck, he still stood out from the crowd. The gossip of the people around him and the busy traffic on the street were buzzing.

Angel... it must be a hallucination.If there were angels in this world, they wouldn't come to welcome me.

With such thoughts in mind, Zong Dai finally walked back to the bottom of the bridge hole. He raised his head for just one look, and then froze in place.

On the dark and damp concrete floor, among the overgrown moss and ivy, beside an overturned beer bottle and a bowl of instant noodles, a little angel with white wings slightly flapping was sitting upright with her knees in her arms.

"Ah! You're back!" The little angel twisted uncomfortably, with one of Zong Dai's few coats under his buttocks, "I've been waiting for you for a long time, and my legs are numb."

Zong Dai saw the little angel standing up tremblingly. He was only wearing a pure white T-shirt, which hung down to the middle of his thighs, revealing his pink knees and white calves. Messy concrete floor.

The little angel came to Zong Dai step by step, he stood on tiptoe, raised his head to look at the dirty and motionless stupid big man.

"Do you remember who I am?" the little angel asked him with blinking eyes.

"..." Zong Dai's eyes couldn't be separated from the soft wings spread out in front of his eyes.The angel's feathers were smooth and white, fluffy and fluffy, exuding the breath of sunshine that Zong Dai hadn't felt for a long time.

He hesitated to speak, his voice hoarse and low: "You are an angel..."

"That's right! I think so too! So I'm an angel..." The little angel seemed very happy, with his eyes bent, but he quickly calmed down, bent down, trying to pass through Zong Dai's too long bangs and He looked at each other: "but you forgot about me again, didn't you?"

Zong Dai couldn't understand, the little angel quickly calmed down and turned to talk about another matter: "There is a strange thing..."

The little angel frowned delicately, flapped his wings, and the surrounding weeds also fluctuated. He buried his head in frustration, revealing a beautiful thin white neck: "I can't fly, and I don't have special abilities, and..."

The little angel's belly gurgled, "I seem to be hungry?"

Zong Dai didn't know that angels were also hungry, and neither did angels themselves.

There was nothing to entertain, Zong Dai dug out some clothes from the cardboard box by the wall, piled them up for the angel to use as a sofa, and took out a few bags of instant noodles from another cardboard box as if by magic, and asked the angel to choose the taste.

Chicken stew with mushrooms.Zong Dai silently remembered that the little angel doesn't like spicy food.

The river embankment was more than ten meters long, and the slope was full of weeds. The big river outside the bridge hole was very wide. This was an extremely secluded place, so the little angel relaxed and sat on the bank of the river, shaking his calves and spreading his wings to bask in the sun.

Zong Dai used a small stove built of bricks to boil water, while watching the little angel bathed in the sun from time to time.

He seems to like the sun very much, with his face upturned, and even his eyes narrowed happily.

The little angel's wings are not big, and they are half the length of her own body when unfolded. At the moment, they are fluffy open, and every white feather seems to be absorbing the sunlight. People can't help but want to reach out and touch it to confirm what it is. what kind of touch

Zong Dai couldn't figure out whether he was alive or dead, otherwise how could he see the angel...

Angels, creatures he had only seen in books, sympathetic to the world, the embodiment of beauty and miracles.Maybe because of his pity, God was willing to send a little angel to his side.

However, this little angel looked like he was not very familiar with the business.

"Can you eat it?" Zong Dai asked.

The little angel raised his eyes and looked at him strangely, then nodded: "You can eat it, it's delicious~"

Zong Dai went to wash the dishes by the river without any complaints. The little angel squatted beside him, imitating his movements, scooping up some water and pouring it on his arms, just like a child.

"Zong Dai, do you have any wishes to come true?" The little angel looked at him, because he couldn't see Zong Dai's eyes because his bangs were too long.

Logically speaking, the so-called angel, the priesthood of bringing miracles to people, may be due to instinct. Zong Dai heard him ask himself: "I am an angel, and I will help you realize your wish. As long as you tell me, I will try my best to help you achieve it. How about it?"

Zong Dai wiped the bowl and said calmly, "I have no wish."

"Why don't you have a wish? You are a human being, and you will want something if you are a human being." The little angel followed Zong Dai with an eager tone: "Wealth, fame, marriage and chance, you will always have what you want, as long as you say come out……"

"No."

I didn't want anything, so I stood on Takahashi.

Zong Dai returned to the bridge hole and sat against the wall. He didn't speak any more, letting the damp and darkness cover him again.

The little angel stood in the sunlight not far from him, with a stubborn face: "I will never come to you for no reason, you must need me."

Zong Dai didn't answer, and the two were deadlocked, neither of them wanting to retreat.

It would be too bad luck if the angel came into the world for him.

Zong Dai closed his eyelids, ready to fall asleep as usual, but the little angel's panicked voice came from his ears.

Zong Dai quickly looked towards him, only to see the little angel's dirty feet, and a lot of pure white feathers.

"Why are you still shedding hair?" The little angel had a bad expression, her voice was trembling because of panic, "The system didn't mention it..."

He looked up at Zong Dai who was running, and carefully grasped a corner of his clothes with his fingers. His eyes glistened, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "I... am I going to go bald..."

The more he thought about it, the more sad he became, the little angel burst into tears unconsciously, with big tears falling down, he looked like a fifteen or sixteen year old child, and he started to cry because of grievances, it was even more pitiful to death, Zong Dai suddenly Panic.

He knelt down and picked up the feathers at the angel's feet, the touch was extremely soft, like a cloud.Holding those white feathers, Zong Dai awkwardly handed them back, while trying to comfort a child: "Don't cry, you have so many feathers, you won't be bald."

The little angel covered his eyes with his hands, he didn't want to look at the fallen feathers anymore, he was extremely wronged: "Your negative emotions will affect me..."

Zong Dai didn't make any excuses, he carried the cauldron on his back naturally, and patted him on the back lightly with his big hand. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the two feathers trembling and falling on the angel's back, and comforted him: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, don't cry OK, okay?"

useless.The little angel couldn't stop crying, her wings trembled from crying, like a chick falling out of the nest, fragile and pitiful.

Zong Dai compromised: "What do you need me to do?"

"...Are you willing to help me?"

"Ah."

"Then tell me your wish, if you don't have one, find one..." The angel wiped away his tears, wrinkled his little nose, "Is that all right?"

"..."

"Why don't you talk? Are you trying to make me bald..."

"..."

"Woooooooo..."

"I see." Zong Dai sighed, "Don't cry, I promise you."

The little angel peeked out her eyes from between her fingers, and looked at him with beautiful pupils, "Really? Then can you look for a job tomorrow?"

Zong Dai was silent for a moment, then nodded.

The little angel smiled through tears, like a nimble little fox, her tender face was flushed red, and two dimples popped out.He bent down and lowered his head, trying to blow away the feathers in Ying Chi's palm, but accidentally blew out a small snot bubble.

Zong Dai saw that his attitude changed in a blink of an eye, but he was not at all dissatisfied with being teased.

The little angel hooked his finger, and the pearly little finger was intertwined with him, saying: "You promised me, you can't go back on it!"

作者有话要说：最后一个世界，咱的行雨小天使呼啦呼啦飞来啦～感谢在2021-12-2419：38：13～2021-12-2616：12：47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Mianmian Bing; 5 bottles of the cutest Xiugoucai; 1 bottle of Chengma Mingyuke;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!