After the system became a teddy bear, the roommate took a fancy to it

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Although programmers are often used by No. 4, they seem to be a little concerned about the weak friendship between teachers and the advice of the late master. Although it is convenient to mention the identity of Zhang Caisheng, it may be affected by the obsession with the role To, count as the last kindness.

However, No. 4 ignored the last words of the junior programmer and directly settled on Zhang Caisheng.

Programmer: "...Oh, okay."

I just reminded, don't blame me if something goes wrong, the programmer nodded when he saw the other side, and started to create without the psychological burden.

Plane world A27004 area.

In Brother Bi's room, Zhao Huayuan and Lan Lan were sitting on the edge of the bed together.

The windows were closed tightly, the heating inside the room was turned on high, and the electric blanket was hot under the quilt.

Lanlan's house doesn't have such good conditions. Every time it's winter, the temperature inside the room is lower than outside the room. Even if there is an electric stove, it's still bitterly cold after leaving that range.

When my mother was at home, she had a hard time because she had to save electricity and gas bills, and she had to wash clothes and dishes in cold water in winter. She also had a lot of chilblains on her ears, which often ooze blood.

When she learned that her mother was dead and she could no longer enjoy this kind of electric blanket and heating, Lan Lan's current happiness turned into sin.

Zhao Huayuan just sat with Lan Lan, not knowing what to say.

The future will be better, your mother also hopes that you will live happily, and we will accompany you instead of your mother... These are the words that normal people would say in this situation.

When the relatives around him, that is, the group of systems who were mistaken for relatives died or disappeared, some people said similar things to him, but it was of no use.

He had never received effective comfort, so Zhao Huayuan didn't know how to comfort Lan Lan at this time.

"Is uncle in pain?" Suddenly, Lan Lan asked in a low voice.

"what?"

Lan Lan turned her head to look at him, her eyes resting on Zhao Huayuan's wound: "It hurts, right? I can't help..."

Why do you care about other people's pain?Zhao Huayuan looked at the girl and replied, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Uncle Ultraman seems to be very annoying recently, and I can't help..."

Zhao Huayuan paused, and said solemnly: "Lanlan, your mother's death was not because you didn't help, her death was the result of all factors combined, you don't have to attribute all the reasons to yourself."

Lanlan stared blankly at Zhao Huayuan for a while, tears streaming down her face: "But, she is my mother... If I had been rich, if I had been better, if I had kept my mother... the night she left I am awake."

The girl's voice choked up: "I watched her hitchhiking from the window..."

But, she is my mother.

Because it was the loved one who died, the one who was left behind must have done something wrong, and must have done something inadequate.

Lanlan was looking for reasons for her own mistakes. She knew that her mother's death, her father, the driver who caused the accident, and others were more guilty, but she still wanted to find out what she didn't do well enough.

Zhao Huayuan understood what Lan Lan was thinking very well at this moment, because he was and may be the one left behind in the future.

He also felt that everything was his fault.

That's why Qisheng emphasized to him again and again—it wasn't because of you.

"Lanlan, ghosts exist in this world, and people who have died may come back." After thinking for a while, Zhao Huayuan said to the girl, "I have met them before."

Lanlan opened her eyes wide, her eye sockets were all swollen, and there were two watery black eyeballs sandwiched between her thick red eyelids, she asked hesitantly, "Really?"

"Well," Zhao Huayuan rubbed the girl's hair, and handed her a piece of paper: "If your mother comes back to see you, she will definitely tell you that she didn't blame you, and will tell you that these are not your fault."

"It should not be you, the victim, who should feel the pain of self-blame, but Zhang Caisheng, the murderer."

Lan Lan took the tissue, buried her head on her knees, and said sullenly, "Hmm..."

When Zhao Huayuan left the room, Qi Sheng just opened the door.

422 looked behind him and asked, "How is Lan Lan?"

"Already asleep."

"..." 422 lowered his eyelashes, "Thank you for your hard work."

The other three roommates in the apartment went out to run errands with Chu Xi, and the whole room became empty again, and the spying system on the ceiling disappeared, and now it was really only the two of them.

422 looked at Zhao Huayuan, was silent for a while and said, "This time I don't feel very good."

Qisheng had never been so polite before, nor had he said such depressing words to himself, Zhao Huayuan felt very surprised: "Is that system very strong?"

"That's right, but that's not what I'm worried about, I just have a bad feeling." 422 sat down on the sofa, stared at Ah Man's tablet on the coffee table that kept ringing because of the constant pop-up messages, and put this The noisy electronics were silenced.

"What premonition?" Zhao Huayuan sat down with him and asked in a very soft voice.

"I don't know what."

This was the first time that Qisheng had the intention to discuss the difficulties he was facing with himself, which made Zhao Huayuan feel that he was being relied on. Although even Qisheng said such a thing, the danger index was unimaginable, but unprecedented, Zhao Huayuan felt at ease.

Life and death don't matter, what he expects is to be with this person in life and death.

Family, country, relatives and friends, wealth and status, everything has dissipated due to countless reincarnations. The only constant thing Zhao Huayuan can grasp is his life.

Its birth is all that matters.

Zhao Huayuan turned his body and lowered his head to press a kiss on Qisheng's forehead.

Very rare, Qisheng accepted it.

I don't know when it started, kissing and touching have become frequent.

Zhao Huayuan's hand stroked down the spine, and penetrated into the clothes. Breath and breath soaked each other. He looked at his own shadow in the blue and silver pupils: "Shall we go to bed?"

422 frowned: "Why?"

"Wang Jian said that if we ... do ..., your body will have a special reaction, aren't you curious?"

"What time is this?"

"It's just because this is the time, so I have to do it once more," Zhao Huayuan looked deeply into 422's eyes, the black eyes are like a deep pool, tightly restraining the person being looked at: "There are so many reincarnations Not once, not even once, isn't it a loss?"

Maybe when he will die. After watching so many live broadcasts, he has never realized it once. If he hadn't experienced it, Zhao Huayuan felt that even if he died, he would not be reconciled.

"I checked on the Internet, and I will do well in this life, trust me." Zhao Huayuan stroked Qisheng's fragile eyelids with his lips.

Still watching those things online... 422 stretched out his hand and pushed him dissatisfied.

Zhao Huayuan smiled, and took the opportunity to grab Qisheng's two hands and place them around his neck: "Just this time, I won't pester you to do this again in the future, just make it my wish before I die, huh?"

For the systems, he is as powerless as Lanlan and her mother, and he will die unexpectedly at some point, but he has no regrets or resentment, but he still wants to have an experience with Qisheng that is more intimate than ever, and wants to put himself deeply imprinted on his soul.

Qisheng didn't speak, Zhao Huayuan took him as acquiescence, picked him up by his legs, and walked to the bedroom.

422 lay on Zhao Huayuan's body like a koala, and the information he saw in the No. 4 database kept flashing back in his mind.

Who the hell is that system?

What is he going to do?

Is his goal Zhao Huayuan, or me?

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This is the first time since Zhao Huayuan met at 422 that we will meet each other openly and honestly.

It is undeniable that Zhao Huayuan's technique is indeed very good, no worse than his previous life.

And the preparations were exceptionally well, and I don't know how long they have been planning.

422 originally wanted to lie flat the whole time and get through it numbly, because he didn't set a high level of sensory acuity for this body, so he definitely wouldn't feel anything.

However, I don't know if Xuanlong really made some changes to himself. After the real start, 422 not only failed to be numb, but was stimulated.

Zhao Huayuan stared at him as if he wanted to burn this moment into his soul.

The night seems very long, but also seems very short.

The next day, while 422 was still sleeping, while Zhao Huayuan was washing in the bathroom, he suddenly saw messages flashing frequently in the owner group.

Zhao Huayuan picked up his phone and took a look, only to find that someone died nearby.

Judging from the content of their discussion, the death was tragic, the body was chopped into pieces, and then turned up, and there was even a first-hand video that was not coded.

Zhao Huayuan stumbled in, and after looking at it for two seconds, the phone almost fell on the washstand.

The dead person was obviously Wang Jian.

what happened?Why did Wang Jian die suddenly?

Others are discussing whether it was a love killing, a vendetta killing, or guessing that the deceased was killed by a perverted murderer. Zhao Huayuan is different. He is sure that Wang Jian must have been killed by the system, because from the last time Qisheng beat Wang Jian Look, ordinary people's attacks can't kill Wang Jian.

Did Qisheng do it?

But Qisheng has been with him since last night.

Could it be that the system above noticed it?

Zhao Huayuan came out of the bathroom, sat on the bed and wanted to wake up the person who was still sleeping, but when he put his hand on the other person's shoulder, he lifted the quilt up instead.

Qisheng is too tired, and basically hasn't slept these days.

"What's wrong?" Qisheng woke up by himself, opened his eyes, and looked very clear.

Zhao Huayuan originally envisioned many times the scene after their first time, waking each other up, giving a good morning kiss, and serving the prepared love breakfast, but now it is completely different.

I had to lift up my phone, click on the video and said to Qisheng: "Wang Jian is dead."

422 bounced off the pillow.

"Hmm." Suddenly, he covered his stomach and made a painful sound.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Huayuan immediately put down his phone nervously, and leaned over to look.