Altar of Infinity

The northern suburbs of the city.

City Z is very rainy in summer, and there are few sunny days in the past few days, and even the house is very humid.

Jiang Jichu hung the paintings on the floor one by one on the wall, or put them in the cabinets he just bought. Considering the weather conditions in this city, the paintings have been specially treated, but it is better to pay more attention to such fragile things.

He hung the untitled picture of rainy night in the innermost part. Xie Ji would occasionally come to see him draw, and it would be bad if he was accidentally seen.

Although I asked Xie Ji to use the portrait right once before, who would have the nerve to let the person he likes see the kissing picture he drew of himself and the other party.

Hanging on the outside is the blue rose that Xie Ji asked for by name. The painting has been painted a long time ago. In the past two days, he has personally done the follow-up processing to protect the subsequent storage of the painting. When Xie Ji arrives, he can take it away directly.

"Xiao Chu, the watermelon is ready."

"coming."

When Jiang Jichu left the studio, his mother brought a plate of sliced ​​sandy watermelon from the kitchen.

He picked up the reddest looking one and handed it to his mother, and picked up another one himself.

"How about it, isn't it sweet?"

"Well, very sweet."

"You have liked to eat sweets since you were a child."

Through these days of getting along, Xie Ji's fingerprints were successfully entered into the fingerprint lock of the big iron gate outside Jiang Jichu's villa. At this moment, he was standing by the gate, listening to the few words coming from inside, and suddenly he couldn't move.

But he didn't have a long chance to hesitate, and the door was pulled open from the inside.

In an instant, Xie Ji had restrained his expression, and put on a gentle and elegant demeanor.

Mother Jiang was a little surprised to see him, and then said friendlyly: "Mr. Xie came to find Xiao Chu? He is inside, please come in quickly."

Xie Ji: "I didn't say hello to Jichu when I came, did I disturb my aunt and Jichu?"

Jiang's mother: "No, I'll bring a melon for Xiaochu along the way, and I'm coming, you guys play."

The smile in Xie Ji's eyes froze for a moment.

But only for a moment.

After sending Jiang's mother away, he and Jiang Jichu entered the house.

Jiang Jichu: "Why come here at this time, it's still raining outside."

Xie Ji's black hair was only wet at the ends by the rain, and he rejected the towel he handed over: "Going out to pick up something, just passing by, thinking of coming to have a look, what are you doing?"

Jiang Jichu: "Eat melon, try it, it's very sweet."

Xie Ji tasted a piece of watermelon as he said, and nodded in agreement: "It's quite sweet."

The watermelon was as sweet as if it had soaked in sugar water, but Xie Ji had a bitter taste on his tongue.

The Jiang family's parents were really kind to Jiang Jichu, and they even made a special trip to kidnap Jiang Jichu on a rainy day just to give him a watermelon that Jiang Jichu likes to eat.

Jiang Jichu: "That painting is finished."

Xie Ji came back to his senses: "Is it Blue Rose? Let me see."

He wiped his hands and walked into the studio.

Blue Rose was hung in the most obvious position, deliberately waiting for him to pick it up.

The world is impermanent, but there are always some things that are destined.

For example, even if he doesn't remember, he will give Jiang Jichu the same watch on his birthday, and let Jiang Jichu draw the blue rose in the duplex of the altar.

Even though he had seen it before, he still looked at the painting again and again: "You are really spiritual."

Jiang Jichu accepted it frankly, he had heard too many similar compliments since he was a child.

Xie Ji: "I remember when I came here last time, then I started to draw a new picture?"

Jiang Jichu: "Yes, I want to draw the scene of the birthday party that day, and the drawing is almost finished, do you want to see it?"

Xie Ji: "Look."

He was taken to another easel by Jiang Jichu.

This painting is a group photo of a big reunion at a birthday party.

Jiang Jichu: "I wanted to ask you to join me, but you weren't here."

Xie Ji heard the tentative meaning in Jiang Jichu's tone.

He really didn't take a group photo on purpose.

Gu Linxi's old house in Z City is towering, and the blue bricks and green tiles are full of joy for Jiang Jichu's birthday.

During the 19 years when Jiang Jichu was alone in the real world, how could he not have vaguely looked forward to being surrounded by his father, mother, love, relatives and friends.

When he didn't recover his memory, he didn't feel it. Once he remembered, everything in front of him turned into a mirror, and Jiang Jichu fell into it, like sleeping in the warmest and most peaceful dream in the world.

And he is the cruelest and most disobedient symbol in the dream, as if Jiang Jichu's dream would be smashed to pieces just by inadvertently.

Xie Ji controlled his expression: "I had something to do at the time, can I give you another one now?"

He knew that the meaning of shooting by two people was different from that of a group of people at that time, but Jiang Jichu still said: "Okay."

Their mobile phones all have camera functions, Xie Ji still solemnly accompanied Jiang Jichu to pull out the camera, set it up on a tripod, set a timer to take pictures, and then accompanied Jiang Jichu to stand in front of the camera.

A dazzling white light flashed, and Xie Ji was about to look at the photos he had taken, but his arm was suddenly grabbed.

Jiang Jichu: "Mr. Xie, is there anything you want to tell me today?"

Xie Ji felt moved.

He didn't come here this time for a so-called drop-in, but...he wanted to take Jiang Jichu away.

He told Xie Quan and the others that finding the way to the altar from the real altar is an impossible solution. Before that, they had a simpler and more effective method.

It can be seen from the degree to which the Queen closed her memory that this level was aimed at him and Jiang Jichu.

He is like a key, and Jiang Jichu is like the door.

Turn the key to the left, and the door will be opened, and he will bring Jiang Jichu back to the cruel and cold reality.

Turn the key to the right and the door will be locked, along with the truth.

Associating with the selected content, the theme of the level is self-evident.

Jiang Jichu is the "eye" of this level.

As long as Jiang Jichu remembers it, the checkpoint may be broken by itself. Of course, the price is self-evident.

Restoring memory requires a trigger point, and the True Altar is that trigger point.

Bringing Jiang Jichu to the True Altar will end everything.

Jiang Jichu was looking at him.

Xie Ji knew that Jiang Ji was good-looking when he was born, but if he resisted the initial sense of aggression, he would find that this kind of good-looking was far beyond appearance.

They did not live in a false world for 30 to [-] years, but entered the checkpoint with their original bodies. The checkpoint rules forcibly pushed the timeline forward a few years, so that their careers and relationships reached a state of nostalgia.

But in fact, it only takes about a month for them to enter the checkpoints, and the memories of 30 or [-] years are all forced into their heads, so their functions and temperament are similar to the original ones.

Jiang Jichu's temperament is honed and tempered in day after day of suffering, just like a knife about to be unsheathed, the illusion uses false memories to seal the knife with a thin layer of pampered wax, covering the sharpness and changing it. The naivety of ignorance.

And he wanted to pull the knife out of its sheath abruptly, tear up all the thin wax, and let the knife see the light of day again amidst the pain.

It's just that Jiang Jichu wasn't the only one suffering from the pain.

The well-manicured nails were embedded in the flesh because they were clenched too tightly. Xie looked at Jiang Jichu, silently as if a century had passed: "I want to take you to a far, far away place."

Jiang Jichu: "What's wrong with that place?"

Xie Ji pressed Jiang Jichu's shoulders to change positions, hugged him from behind, and said in a difficult voice, "It may not be as happy as your current life, and it may even be a bit bitter."

Jiang Jichu paused, but still asked, "Will you stay by my side?"

Xie Ji replied affirmatively: "Yes, I will always be by your side. Don't betray, don't give up, we have a long way to go, life is so long, we may still encounter some conflicts, but we can always solve them one by one. "

Jiang Jichu's head suddenly started to hurt, and it was even getting worse.

The hand in his pocket clenched slightly.

In fact, he hasn't suffered much since he lived until now, but he didn't say a word as if he was used to the pain.

Behind him was the chest of the person he liked, and beside his ears were words full of affection, Jiang Jichu tried his best to stay awake amidst the pain and lingering affection.

Xie Ji must have known the clue, maybe he had already remembered it, but for some reason he refused to tell the truth.

But Xie Ji still wanted to tell him, so he asked him to go somewhere together, told him in a more roundabout way, or try to delay the time.

Xie Ji has always been decisive, but now he is so tactful, there must be some difficulties, for example... it will hurt him.

But Xie Ji also said that he will always be by his side, never betray him, never give up on him.

Jiang Jichu smiled inexplicably: "It seems that it's not that hard."

He heard Xie Ji's strenuously suppressed breathing, as if swearing: "I will do my best to make you happy."

Jiang Jichu: "I know."

A kiss was pressed on the back of his neck, followed by more severe pain in his head, and the flood kept hitting the gate, and his whole body was about to split open.

He couldn't help trembling.

Jiang Jichu didn't want to disturb the rare good atmosphere between the two of them, especially since he understood that what Xie Jizai said was very important.

19 years in the real world and [-] years in the altar, Jiang Jichu's actual experience set up a stage for him without him noticing it, making him "teach himself without a teacher" indifferent expression to hide his pain.

Even Xie Ji thought that Jiang Jichu's shaking was because he was not used to it, or because he was shy.

He smiled and stood up straight again.

Jiang Jichu: "When are you leaving?"

Xie Ji: "The sooner the better, you can say goodbye to your uncle and aunt."

Jiang Jichu: "I see."

Xie Ji didn't stay long, he believed that Jiang Jichu could guess something from his attitude.

He wanted to give Jiang Jichu some time to think.

He hugged Jiang Jichu again, and went out with "Blue Rose".

Jiang Jichu sent him to the car and watched him go away as before.

The rain fell into a string of beaded curtains, and Xie Ji didn't see it. Not long after he left, Jiang Jichu passed out before he even had time to return to the room.