[full-time master] immortal

Mucheng cried after hearing this.

This is a raging cry that is different from peaceful tears.I hastily pulled out a tissue and handed it to her, patting her back gently to comfort her.

I'm actually a little overwhelmed.I haven't seen Mucheng cry like this for a long time—when Su Muqiu just passed away, maybe she had already spent all the tears in her life in advance.So, after that, this gentle and strong little girl never cried like she is now.

While waiting for Su Mucheng to calm down, I raised my head and looked around her dormitory.This room was furnished by Mucheng and I.That year, Mucheng signed a contract with Tao Xuan and joined the professional circle.She quit the house we lived in for many years, packed her luggage and moved into Excellent Era's staff dormitory.We all inevitably have some nostalgia for that small dwelling, but each of us also knows that it is a good thing to leave after sending you off for thousands of miles.

Mucheng carefully preserves every relic of our youth.So, on Mucheng's table today, there is still a group photo of the four of us smiling brightly when we were teenagers. Next to the group photo is Mu Qiu's silver radio. The Doraemon and Zodiac Bear I gave her are obediently. Sitting before the silver radio.A little further on, there is a stack of books and notes, including Su Muqiu's notes on Yinwu research, and the martial arts cheats I carefully recorded for them; there are newspaper clippings she made for her favorite Taiwanese stars, and those years we Both "Sprout" and "Xinlei" are favorites to read.Moving his gaze up a bit, he could see that Mucheng had raised several small pots of succulent green plants on the windowsill.They are as strong and lovely as the few pots of succulents back then, and they are growing strongly under the bright sunshine.

I turned my gaze away, only to see that Su Muqiu was also staring at this museum that belonged exclusively to us, with a sad expression on his face.

Su Mucheng wiped away her tears, she turned her head and looked at a void in the room.Su Muqiu was standing there.

"Brother, are you afraid?" she asked.

"I'm not afraid." The answer was given quickly and firmly.

Mu Orange nodded.Although the rims of her eyes and the tip of her nose were red, she still showed the same firm look: "Then, Mucheng is not afraid." She looked around the room again and asked me, "Where is Mom now?"

"Here she is." I pointed out where Aunt Su was.From now on, she has also been in this space, listening attentively to every statement and analysis of mine.I told Su Mucheng every possible possibility, and also presented the attitudes of Su Muqiu and Aunt Su before her eyes.So, on the surface, it seems that this is a conversation between me and Su Mucheng's sisters, but in fact, it was me, the psychic, who intervened in the life-and-death dialogue of Su Muqiu's family of three.

Su Mucheng stood up, walked in front of Aunt Su, and stared solemnly at the air in front of her.Then, she lowered her head and bowed seriously to Aunt Su in front of her.

"Mom, I'm sorry," she simply said.

Then, she raised her head and looked at me without any confusion. She said word by word and loudly, "Sister Xiaoqing, please save brother."

Looking at the girl in front of me who was eighty percent similar to Aunt Su, I was in a daze for a moment: When did this little sister who has been cared for by us grow up?I searched for Mucheng in my memory: she seemed to have always been Mu Qiu's baby sister, the little gunner who played tricks behind Ye Xiu, and the little girl who followed me to do my homework in Hangtu.However, Mucheng in front of me at this moment showed an expression that Auntie Su didn't have, she was determined and brave, with a bit of solitary courage without hesitation.In the past, she always listened to her brother, Ye Xiu, and me; but this time, it was really her decision, without fear or regret.

Aunt Su slowly closed her eyes.She has no way to stop her husband 60 years ago, nor can she stop her children 60 years later.Perhaps at this moment, the same thought as mine will slip through her heart: her life is really like a huge empty.

However, I understand the brothers and sisters of the Su family, as well as their father.

Yesterday, I asked Aunt Su what kind of occupation the father of the Su Muqiu brothers and sisters was engaged in.It turned out that their father was really an artist and was once an aspiring potter.If given time, we will be able to make a name for ourselves in the industry.However, the days are not holidays, and the enthusiasm will eventually come to naught.I can imagine that their father wanted to go back to the future, not only because he couldn't let go of his seriously ill wife and young children, but also because he was concerned about his unfinished business and ambitions.

So, what is different about Su Muqiu?

Instead of becoming a faint blue soul and spending eternity in the midst of the grass and trees, it is better to try desperately to live vividly, even if the price is the final loss of the soul.

After walking out of Mucheng's room, I heard Aunt Su whisper to me, you go back, I won't be with you anymore.

After Mucheng made a decision, everything became logical.

I bought the ticket for the return journey and packed my luggage in a hurry.Grandpa specially took care of me, if you make up your mind to take risks, then you can't delay, the sooner you set up the formation, the better.The longer Su Muqiu stays in this dead world, the higher the chance of failure.I heard that, I dare not delay, I quickly tidied up and brought Su Muqiu back.

Mucheng originally wanted to go back with us, but she is a professional player of Excellent Era, and she still has a match tonight.The little girl had already made the gesture of taking a long vacation to go to Shanghai with us, but Su Muqiu still persuaded her to temporarily dispel this idea.We promised her that we will notify her as soon as possible if there is any change in the situation.

When I checked out at the front desk with my bag on my back, I suddenly heard someone calling my name behind me.I turned my head and saw that it was Ye Xiu.He was smoking a cigarette and raised his hand uncomfortably to greet me.

Because I checked out of the room, I couldn't invite him in, so I could only talk with him while walking.I passed a Starbucks on the way, and I dragged him into the store and forced him to buy him a latte.Su Muqiu saw that I swiped the QR code without blinking and paid 80 yuan for two cups of coffee, and Ye Xiu didn't seem to have a particularly strong sense of guilt, and suddenly showed some disbelief: "You... now Are you already this rich?"

"It's okay, it's okay." When I smiled and repeated this sentence to Ye Xiu, this little network administrator who lives in a storage room and lives in a difficult life actually pretends to be a fat man without any humility. No face.

I saw that there was still some time before the departure, so I invited Ye Xiu to sit on the small sofa by the French window.We looked at the several Starbucks atmosphere groups around us with rather teasing eyes-I saw that they were all bright and beautiful, and they were burying their heads in beating on each Apple computer.To be honest, I also often take my laptop to the Starbucks in front of Yangming Middle School to play the atmosphere group of pretending to be x. The fly in the ointment is that my computer is from ASUS.

"Ye Qiu should really like this kind of feel." Ye Xiu commented.

"Don't, don't, Ye Dong doesn't like our poor snacks." I waved my hands again and again.What kind of coffee should a domineering president drink?In fact, I don't know, poverty limits my imagination.

"Hey, what's the matter? Last time, Mucheng and I dragged him to eat at a roadside stall, letting him go deep into the grassroots and our people."

Ye Xiu got to the point when he was done talking.He took a sip of his latte and said, "I heard what Mucheng said."

He didn't explain it in detail, but both I and Su Muqiu understood.

"Well, what's Ye Shen's comment?" Holding the warm coffee in my hand, I still wanted to maintain a teasing tone, but I failed, and I still couldn't help trembling slightly at the end of the sentence.

"I'm curious—if, I mean, if you really succeed, bring Su Muqiu back to the past, and he survives, will the history we have experienced be changed?"

I have also asked my grandfather the question Ye Xiu raised.Grandpa said that the answer given in the ancient books is, the soul returns, and the history is correct.Translated in vernacular, that is to say, when the ghost returns to its original place, then history will indeed change. However, there is a power that can "correct" in the dark place. If you apply the popular concept in today's time-traveling novels, It is the correction power of history.

"After sending Mu Qiu back, no one knows exactly what will happen. I don't even know whether he will return to our past linearly, or go directly to another parallel time and space. Maybe when we open our eyes, everything will change." Nothing happened, everything was as usual, except that Su Muqiu was no longer seen in the world of the living and the dead; or maybe, when we wake up, we will find that we are already living in a world where Su Muqiu still exists, and the entire history has been changed. Subtle changes have taken place. How can we call it a "subtle change"? I have guessed, probably, that if we are more successful, Mu Qiu can survive, but perhaps suffer more. Mucheng is at the end of 18 He made his debut, right? Then maybe Mu Qiu will have to recover for three years after the car accident, and then make his debut with Mu Yuchengfeng, so the timing will be right."

"Damn, this is too miserable." Su Muqiu couldn't sit still beside me.

"I'm just making an analogy, not necessarily."

While I comforted Su Muqiu again and again, Ye Xiu fell into a slight thought with his coffee cup in his arms.He raised his eyes and looked out the window.The tone of winter in the city is gray. However, today happens to be Christmas Eve, so the streets are full of lights and festoons, and everyone seems to hold their breath and want to live a bit in this gloomy winter day. Colors come.

It's like a green plant struggling desperately to germinate in the dark and desperate situation.

"Mu Qiu." He called him in a deep voice, so we both turned our heads.I saw Ye Xiu raised his face and smiled slightly, his eyes were clear, like a teenager, "I'll wait for you to come back, celebrate Christmas, New Year, and play games."

I laughed out loud, "Ye Xiu, why are you so talented."

From 2015 to 2022, the days without Su Muqiu, seven years, is really too long.

I raised my eyes to look at Su Muqiu, and silently made the same wish as Ye Xiu in my heart.

In 2023, Su Muqiu, you are not allowed to miss our lives again.

Although Ye Xiu usually looks like a fool, he is actually quite a gentleman.He sent me to the side of the road and raised a taxi for me.I rolled my eyes at him and said that he was outdated: Now that we young people all use taxi-hailing apps, who is as primitive as him.But he didn't care, and still went his own way.

"I won't accompany you to Shanghai."

"Understood." After all, Ye Xiu had just found a job in an Internet cafe. He asked for leave right after he took up the job, and he still had to go out of the province. It really didn't make sense. "We'll let you know if there's any situation."

I got in the car and waved him goodbye.He put his hands in his pockets and nodded to me.At the same time, he set his eyes on the void around me.Maybe he wasn't sure if Su Muqiu was there, but he still silently nodded to his deceased friend, and told the code that I couldn't decipher in his flowing eyes.

Su Muqiu understood.He turned his head and smiled at him, even though he knew Ye Xiu couldn't see at all.

"Let's go, wait for you to come back." He closed the car door for me.He repeated again before the taxi started.To me, even to Su Muqiu.

Wait for him to come back, celebrate Christmas, Chinese New Year, and play games.

It was such an ordinary agreement that made people weep.

On the return journey of the high-speed rail, the scenery outside the window was so fast that we were silent all the way.But this silence is different from the concealed one when he came here, but a frank silence.Both of us were caught up in imagining and contemplating possibilities.Even a pessimistic and cautious person like me can't help brewing hope as thin as a cicada's wing in the infinitely extending silence.

"Guess what I'm thinking?" When we got closer and closer to Shanghai, I finally couldn't help breaking the silence and asked him.

He looked up at me with clear eyes: "You are thinking about what will happen after you send me back."

As expected of Su Muqiu, I smiled and nodded: "I think it's more beautiful, I'm thinking about what your future daughter-in-law should look like."

He didn't expect the 26-year-old me to say such cheeky words, and a little blush appeared on my blue face.His eyes flickered, he coughed unnaturally, and straightened his back from his seat.

"...What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Really, I dreamed yesterday that you, Ye Xiu, and Mucheng were wearing Excellent Era's team uniforms, and you were accompanied by a beautiful little girl with fluttering hair, a bit like Liu Yifei's little dragon." Girl, like Wang Yuyan she plays, she is very fairy and good-looking."

"Oh, you must be mistaken, that is Ye Xiu's daughter-in-law."

"Just him? It's a waste of a fairy to match Ye Xiu. And I think you will definitely find a girlfriend before him." I joked.In fact, the image of Ye Xiu in my heart is not so unbearable, but our young friends have long been used to slandering and teasing each other.I don't know if Ye Xiu, who is far away in Hangzhou, sneezed loudly at this time.

The high-speed train slowly stopped, the doors opened, and countless hurried passengers spit out.I ended the conversation, stood up, and walked out with the flow of people.Su Muqiu also stood up, but his face became a little ugly.Seeing him like this, I guessed that he didn't like to talk about it, either because he was shy, or because he wasn't sure about his future, so he didn't bring it up anymore.

What kind of girl does Su Muqiu like?I actually never asked him.

During the more than ten years when he was alive, I was only guessing based on my own wishful thinking.He is a very divine hero in my heart, therefore, only the fairies in the dream are worthy to stand by his side.After so many years, I have only known sister Ning Xuan, a beautiful woman like a butterfly elf, who can complement him.

Maybe he liked sister Ning Xuan, and the bigger possibility is that he never thought about it himself.At that time, his heart and eyes were full of glory, he wanted to join Excellent Era, and he wanted to win the championship with Ye Xiu.

Even if there was even the slightest bit of romantic thought, the subject was Mucheng.As he said, he would investigate Mucheng's future boyfriend carefully, and even send Mucheng to marry him.I still remember that for a while, Mucheng and I were obsessed with Taiwanese idol dramas on Anhui Satellite TV.After watching "The Prince Turns into a Frog", "The Magician of Love" and "The Star Herding Sheep" on satellite TV, we went to the pirated disc cart to buy some films that were not introduced to the mainland. Even Hang Tu didn't bother to go.I remember that Mucheng's favorite is "Betta Fish". At that time, her newspaper clippings were filled with photos of Guo Pinchao.Su Muqiu had nothing to do at home one day, so he watched an episode with us while choosing vegetables with a basin in his hand.After reading it, he was so angry that he threw the vegetables into the basin, gritted his teeth and said that if Mucheng's husband had such virtues in the future, even Guo Pinchao, he would beat him to the point of "Xiang Er Kou Kou" seven petals.Ye Xiu and I laughed so hard that we couldn't straighten up on the sofa.So I knew which type of boys he didn't like.However, I still don't know what kind of girl he likes.

After all, Hu Fei's final destination is neither Yuan Ziyi nor Cheng Lingsu, but the belated Miao Ruolan.I don't know what kind of woman his Miao Ruolan will be.

Mucheng hasn't even married yet, Mucheng's future husband hasn't had time to be beaten by his brother-in-law, and he hasn't found his Miao Ruolan yet, how could he just leave like this.

If you can do it all over again.

If you can correct some, make up some.

I raised my head and looked at Su Muqiu's soul in the midst of people coming and going, as if I could see a 26-year-old youth gradually revived in this young body.

I took a deep breath and led Su Muqiu out of the train station.I know that grandpa will wait for me at the exit.I also know that our fate is going to an unknown exit.I silently cheered for myself and him in my heart: Come on, Su Muqiu.Come on, Gu Xihua.

I must meet that 26-year-old Su Muqiu.

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The author has something to say: Holiday update!Happy Valentine's Day everyone!

1. Brother Umbrella is upset, Xiaoqing, why do you say so.

2. About what kind of coffee rich people should drink: I specifically consulted my only sister who has an annual income of 50 yuan (although she has not yet reached Ye Dong’s level), and she said to drink at an independent coffee shop on Wukang Road. (But Director Ye is not in Shanghai! Invalid answers have increased!)

3. Brother Umbrella's prophecy is quite accurate. In my full-time setting, Ye Shen's wife is indeed the kind of little fairy with fluttering hair. (However, there is only one character setting. I haven’t thought about whether or how to write it.)

4. At first, Xiaoqing wanted to complain about Ye Shen, if there was something added to the itinerary code when he went to another place, he would not be able to explain clearly, and then I remembered that Ye Shen didn't have a mobile phone... Then the problem came: Since Ye Shen didn't have a mobile phone, So how should he show the health code and itinerary code? (Hey) Internet cafe girl: Please show the health code.Ye Shen: I haven't.Internet Cafe Girl: Then you can’t come in. "Full-time Master", the full text is over (×)