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

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"I used to watch ghost movies a lot."

"Every time I see the protagonist screaming, I wonder if the protagonist is scary to a ghost. It is just walking on the road normally, and suddenly someone screams to scare him."

"Most of the time, a ghost is very miserable before it dies, and it becomes a ghost because it is too miserable. It was a miserable person in life, and after death, it has been hated and expelled by people, and some people even want to kill it. The bundled soul is also gone."

"So I thought, what if I were nicer to the ghost? Would the ghost be my friend instead?"

Zhao Huayuan dragged the progress bar of the video bit by bit, chatting with 422 one after another.

The system at work didn't bother to reply to him, and didn't say until the last sentence: "There are so many people, isn't it enough for you to make friends? Do you still have to be friends with ghosts?"

The human adjusted the pillow on the male ghost's roommate, and said flatly: "I hate people the most."

"How long can you stay here? It's boring to live alone. I plan to keep some pets before. If you stay here all the time, I won't keep them."

422 tapped on the light screen: "I'll go back soon, if you're bored, raise a tortoise, if you're lucky, I can even send you away."

Zhao Huayuan's hand holding the progress bar paused, and the heroine in the video just yelled to her boyfriend: "Please, don't leave me alone in this room!"

He smiled, then sighed, and turned off the video.

The time of this plane world is very synchronized with the main space, Zhao Huayuan's rest day is also 422's rest day.

The system that stayed up all night for several days in a row rarely slept until nearly 9 o'clock.

When he was about to wake up, he heard a knock on the door. He lazily turned his camera to the outside, saw the person coming, and immediately woke up.

Isn't this the heroine who almost died five days ago?

The hostess knocked on the door repeatedly, and the blue and white cloth of the coat was exposed under the collar of the windbreaker, as if she had sneaked out of the hospital.

Zhao Huayuan was busy in the kitchen, put down the plate and came out after hearing the sound.

"You sleep a little longer." He fished up the quilt on 422's shoulders, and stroked his hair casually: "I'll go and open the door."

After the door opened, the heroine cheered up and looked at the person coming.

Then the tired but still beautiful eyes froze.

Two seconds later she said, "I'm sorry I misremembered the room number."

Turned around and took two steps and then stopped: "No, I remember correctly, it's here."

Come back again: "Hello, do you know where the original owner of this house has gone?"

Zhao Huayuan said with a cold face, "I don't know, if I know his information, I can ask for it."

"It seems to be called Zhao Huayuan."

Zhao Huayuan: "..."

422:"……"

It can be seen that this person has indeed become difficult for his own mother to know.

He frowned: "I am Zhao Huayuan, what do you want from me?"

The hostess looked suspiciously at the new face in front of her for a while, and finally succeeded in persuading herself: "Sorry, I'm a little face blind, I didn't recognize it just now."

It was not your problem.

Now I think you do have a problem.

The hostess coughed twice, took out a check in her pocket, and took out a check with her thin and needle-like hand: "Actually, nothing happened. Didn't you send me to the hospital that day? You also paid for it. This check Here you are, you can fill in whatever you want."

The person who was given the fabled unlimited check didn't take it: "You only have to pay me what I advanced that day."

The hostess smiled slightly, her lips were chapped and white, but her complexion was much better than when she first saw her: "Then you can just fill in the money you deposited, wouldn't it be good? But it's really cold outside here , can I go to your house first, I don’t know where my keys are lost.”

Zhao Huayuan paused, turned sideways slightly, and said in a low voice, "My roommate is still sleeping, let's go to the kitchen."

The hostess opened her eyes wide and smiled: "It seems that I didn't have a roommate before."

"Just moved here."

The hostess walked in hesitantly, her eyes were lowered, and she tactfully did not look around.

The room that Zhao Huayuan rented was the best in the shared apartment. The master bedroom has a balcony, a separate bathroom, and a kitchen, which basically meets the living needs of a single man.

But if someone comes in, it will be a little embarrassing, because you can see the bed when you open the door, which is equivalent to entering his most private space when someone comes in here.

Zhao Huayuan took a small brown cloth stool from the carpet and put it in the kitchen, closed the door and the two began to chat privately.

The hostess held the hot water and exhaled lightly, and smiled mischievously: "That's great."

The hot water soaked the dry skin of the mouth, and the heroine's slender eyelashes trembled, glistening with comfort.

The water mist shrouded her brows, which seemed to soften the pain and confusion accumulated in her eyes, and gave her a moment of peace.

She looked at Zhao Huayuan, at the man who reached out to her but didn't fully.

Half of the tall man's body was illuminated by the sunlight slanting in from the small glass window on the side of the kitchen, and the white T-shirt was dyed with golden light. His back was very warm and busy, silent but worth a thousand words.

"The sun is really good," the hostess rubbed the cup wall with her fingertips, looking at the warm winter sun falling between the white porcelain bowls, on the seasoning bags, and on the surface of the silver oil-proof stickers: "No matter how much you wanted to die at that time, no It’s nice to see the sunshine.”

"It's just that after a while, I'll want to die again." She smiled miserably: "No matter how beautiful things feel, I can't enjoy them normally."

Zhao Huayuan poked the sweet potatoes with chopsticks, took them out of the steamer, turned around and motioned to her, "Try it?"

The hostess froze for a moment and said, "Okay."

A sweet potato was wrapped in a tissue and placed in her palm.

The hostess held the sweet potato, and kept changing hands because it was too hot, blowing it from side to side in a panic, and finally had to put it on her lap, peeling the skin carefully.

For a moment, she looked a bit like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old high school girl who was buying sweet potatoes at a street stall, with immature anticipation, panic and joy in her expression.

Only then did 422 realize that the heroine is actually very young. Maybe she is really only seventeen or eighteen years old, but she has experienced too much, her eyes are too heavy, and the influence of her dressing style makes her look a lot more mature.

The hostess took a bite of the sweet potato's yellow and clear heart, and said in surprise, "It's so sweet!"

After eating for a while, she cried silently, covered her mouth and said with a sob: "It's really sweet..."

422 felt inexplicably sad when he heard her lowering voice.

It's a pity that the man in front of her was a heartless man. Hearing the words, he just said: "If you like, you can take a few away, but my roommate is about to wake up, he probably doesn't want others to see his face."

422: ...

The hostess nodded and asked, "Where is your roommate from?"

"The people of the underworld."

The heroine understood: "Oh, are you from Yinjian City? I also have friends who live there."

——This kind of chat can be connected.

"Is he about your age?"

"It seems to be hundreds of years away."

"It's a bit too much." The heroine bit the sweet potato and thought for a while: "But if you get along well, it will be more interesting than living together with your peers."

——Mistress, don’t you think this number is a bit strange?

"Did you two know each other before? Are you classmates?"

"It's father and son since yesterday."

——422 got up from the bed and started looking for slippers.

Tracing back to the source, his system is the father of a character like Zhao Huayuan, and today he will educate this unfilial son who has no regard for human relations for all systems.

Holding the sweet potato, the hostess smiled happily for the first time.

The sun was shining freely, and the girl smiled like a flower. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and suddenly said: "You guys are really interesting."

She cleaned up the sweet potato skins scattered on her clothes, stood up and put the small bench in a corner of the kitchen: "Your roommate should wake up too, I'll go back first, and I won't come here again, I want to at least thank you in person, you saved me." me."

"I didn't save you," Zhao Huayuan said, "It was luck that saved you."

"That's why I want to thank you even more," the hostess said sincerely, "Because I wanted others to save me, and I didn't want others to save me."

"I don't want to die, but I feel that only at the moment of death can I be myself."

"When I was alive, how should I put it, it felt very strange." In the clenched hands of the hostess, the thumbnails of both hands were pinching the soft flesh near each other's nails. She described in a daze: "I obviously don't love He was reluctant to leave as if he had committed a crime, and reason told me that I could not forgive him for the things he did, but most of the time, I was not rational at all, and when I came back to my senses, I forgave him again."

The girl shed tears again, and said in despair: "I just think I'm really cheap, just like what they said, I'm an idiot."

"When you said that, I thought," the girl said with a broken smile: "If luck allows me to live this time, no matter how humble I am, I will live, because once I was chosen by heaven, It must have a reason for choosing me, and it must be asking me to wait for the happiness later."

The hostess bowed to Zhao Huayuan and left quietly.

After the hostess left, 422 sat on the bed, feeling his chest constricted.

When they were talking just now, out of curiosity, he asked the system responsible for the heroine to ask for her script.

Until the end of the story, she never got out of the quagmire of that president.

What kind of story is her story?

Common story for systems.

When the family went bankrupt, she worked part-time to pay off the debts.

When she was working part-time, she was mistaken for Bai Yueguang by the president, and she was forcibly taken away.

After the president Bai Yueguang came back, she was given to other men, and those men gave her to other men, after countless tortures and insults.

Later, when I met the second man, the second man was kind to him, but after the president sent her away, he began to realize his true intentions, and he took many measures against the second man, and the second man sent her away for safety.

Thinking that she was abandoned again, she secretly curled up in the small shared room next to Zhao Huayuan, lingering on her last breath.

Finally, on a bright winter day, she ushered in the end of being assassinated, and this death was not in the script design.

So she didn't die.

And because of this inevitable ending, she began to believe that maybe if she persisted and endured more, life would give her a bundle of sunshine and happiness that belonged to her.

After all, she is a child who will cry after eating sweet potatoes.

At the end of the script, she accepted the president who would kill herself because she wanted to keep her, and lived with him.

Does she really love him?Could it be that if the perpetrator self-harms and apologizes, the victim will not remember those things in the past?Is it because she has a deformed love for the president, or because it is her only choice to survive?

Zhao Huayuan came out of the kitchen with the rice cooker in his hand, put it on the ground beside the small table, and asked his roommate in a daze, "What are you thinking about?"

422 turned around and asked him: "Why did you give her toys, do you like her?"

"You mean the girl just now? How is that possible?" Zhao Huayuan chuckled lightly, casually: "I know something about her, and I just happened to get a toy in the lottery, so I just gave it to her."

"Then why did you say to her when she was dying, 'If the ambulance is slow to come, so be it'?"

Zhao Huayuan paused when he plugged in the rice cooker, and said, "Is that?... She said that if something happens, I hope I don't save her."

"Sometimes, some people really want to leave like this," he stirred the porridge in the rice cooker, and scooped half a bowl into each of the two bowls: "Instead of taking it for granted to think, 'Why do you want to die? You are too psychologically Vulnerable', it is also necessary to understand that there are still people in this world who really suffer from the unbearable pain of life."

The man looked at the vast dawn light outside the balcony and the busy and vibrant city under the sky: "But I still feel a pity, because living is the only way for us to change the status quo, even if it is good to let the body feel the sunshine, it is easy to end, but Ruined all possibilities... what are you doing?"

422 sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over and raised Zhao Huayuan's side bangs, and stared into his eyes: "No, I just want to see the difference between you and me."

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