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Xiaoba thinks a lot about Cesar's reaction after watching the extra episode, but it definitely doesn't include the kind of hugging her and not letting go.

And she had a wonderful premonition: if Cesar was not dealt with before Mr. Dazai and Fei Jia arrived, the difficulty of solving this incident would be directly raised from the difficult level to the hellish abyss level when those two arrived at the scene.

——Don't ask why, just ask your cat's intuition.

But... love or something, how should she answer this...

With a serious face, Xiao Ba's mind was running at high speed thinking about how to answer the conversation.

Although in the full text of "Envoy of the Gods", Zhenji Bacai never directly answered the correct definition of the relationship between God and Cesar, asking about "the most important other party", "existence that can give everything", " Is everything to me" and so on all side descriptions, but——

——Never said any "I love you" positively.

In any sense.

In short, it is a model of not being able to define.

But, no matter what the description is, for readers, Cesar’s feelings for God include all his feelings—perhaps only a little friendship is distributed to other teammates, and all the rest, all his emotions, All belong to God.

Among the universal values, (although it cannot be included, but) the closest to this kind of emotion is undoubtedly love.

But... Xiao Ba's heart was already crying in a storm: who the hell would say love to the character he created! ! !

Even if she shouts about her husband as a paper man every day, that is a character created by others, not by herself! ! !

For the author, the characters in the novel, especially the protagonist, are like sons and daughters!

Taking a deep breath, Xiaoba breathed slowly and calmly, facing Cesar's face, the words she originally wanted to say were immediately choked: Cesar was watching her, and he did not move away when he met her gaze. Open—maybe there was some hesitation in his eyes that he wanted to look away, but he was suppressed by himself, forcing him to meet her gaze.

The girl was a little dazed.

Cesar has never met God’s eyes: when God is looking at other people, he will look at Him quietly. If God’s eyes move over at this time, he will look at God with a smile, but never Will meet the eyes of God.

——Because he was afraid, afraid that the inflated emotions in his heart would be completely exposed in the eyes of God, and God would not be able to accept that mortals whom He treated differently had such innocent thoughts towards Him, and would abandon him and go.

He has a god that would make everyone in the world jealous, but he still wants more, more...

So he never dared to reveal his intentions.

——If you want to use a popular and easy-to-understand analogy, it is probably that the ugly duckling raised by Prince Charming finds himself in love with the prince, but how could the prince fall in love with an ugly duckling?If he confessed rashly, even the time he spent with the prince like this now would no longer exist, so the ugly duckling shut his mouth tightly and looked away, not letting any trace of his love leak out.

Even if the seed of love takes root in the heart, absorbs all the emotional growth in its heart, and wraps its heart full of holes, making it painful.

But now, Cesar didn't look away—no one knew better than her the determination of this young man with a deadlocked heart to show such an expression.

Xiao Ba looked away.

Almost instantly, the light in those eyes quickly dimmed, as if it was a flower that was in full bloom but withered quickly.

But I didn't want to, at this time, Xiao Ba spoke up about something that seemed to have nothing to do with this time: "Do you know how you were born?"

Cesar froze for a moment.

He didn't know: in all the materials he collected related to Zhenji Bacai, there was no mention of this matter.

He only knew that the book "Envoy of the Gods" was the debut novel under the pseudonym "Zhen Ji Ba Cai".

But Xiaoba didn't need his answer: "Three months before the creation of "Envoy of God", that is, in May last year, my parents were on the way to apply for a visa to take me to travel abroad for the summer vacation. Overloaded trucks run over."

Die on the spot.

"Then... I have no parents."

"From a certain point of view, the author is actually more kind to the characters in his works than the reality is to us," the girl with different pupils said softly, facing Cesar's blank eyes, "at least the author will be more kind before writing a character to death." , more or less will be foreshadowed."

For her, before the death of the god, a lot was laid out, such as the origin of the magic circle, such as the wish of fanatics-for readers who are well versed in the various routines of online literature, even if they don’t realize it at the beginning, they already have it in their hearts. A faint subconscious: this magic circle, the wish of this fanatic, the development of this road... is a flag.

A certain character will die to break the flag and foreshadowing of this desperate situation.

In a novel, if you want to kill a character, especially a popular character, you must first prepare the groundwork for the cause and effect, and give him an exit that suits his personality and acting style, but reality does not.

In the morning, the person who was still laughing and planning a trip in a month, when we met again, was already in the shape of a human lying in the hospital mortuary. Apart from the deep familiar breath, it was almost impossible to recognize who it was from the outside—overloaded The big truck crushed the car.

No matter how much the safety equipment exceeds the national standard, it can't support the truck with a weight of more than [-] tons rushing up with acceleration.

"... If this is the plot of a novel, it will be smashed by readers for a lifetime..." She seemed to want to liven up the atmosphere and tried to smile, but she just raised the corners of her mouth and showed a self-deprecating expression, "But it's just like this happened."

Fiction needs logic, cause and effect, but this fucking reality never needs logic.

Overnight, her world collapsed into nothingness.

Cesar was stunned, he thought of something, and Xiao Ba's next words confirmed his guess: "Remember the cluster of flowers you saw when you walked out of the valley after the gods dissipated? It's blooming. "

It sounded nonsensical, but Cesar understood:

On the last part of their way into the valley to face the fanatic, there was a clump of Astragalus shrubs on the side of the road, and flower buds could be vaguely seen. Judging from various signs, it was about to bloom.

At that time, he also told his god that these flowers should bloom when they come out after the battle.

God likes such beautiful flowers very much, so at that time, he was looking forward to ending the battle early so that he could catch up with the blooming epiphyllum.

Facts have proved that his botany is really good. When the battle was over and they came out of the valley, the flowers were in full bloom under the morning sun.

But in the eyes of someone who just lost the only and most important god in the world...

"'Those people say there is nothing in the world without a loved one, but I see that the sun is still rising, the flowers are still blooming, the early birds are chirping, and this morning It’s no different from every morning before—there is still everything in this world, but I have lost the god I love.’” She can recite the book even if she closes her eyes. Words from God's Messenger.

The morning sun will still shine into the bedroom on time, the clock will still ring at the set time, and the crowds in the busy world will still be bustling. Nothing has changed, everything is there, but she has lost her beloved parents.

Cesar looked at the girl in front of him with a dazed expression as if she was in a trance without blinking: Everyone thought that the author's projection incarnation in "The Envoy" was the god who was almost all good and good, but now he knew... …

The true incarnation of God is himself.

——The girl who lost her parents and collapsed the world in the sudden natural disasters and man-made disasters, poured all the despair in her heart at that time into her pen, and created a character who hates the god (parents) who took away his (her) favorite ) world, but because the last traces of the gods remain in this world, Cesar lives to revive the gods.

Xiao Ba stretched out her hand, and embraced the stiff young man who had been half kneeling in front of her all this time—this position was just right for her to hold Cesar's head in her arms: "I know that at this time' I'm not in need of consolation. Rather than hugging and consoling like this, I'd like more direct consolation, such as asking my parents to come back and come back to me...but it's impossible, She blinked her eyes hard to keep the tears from streaming down, "When a person dies, he cannot be brought back to life."

In Cesar's world, there is a way to bring back the gods - that is the illusory hope in her heart, hoping that there are miracles that do not exist in the world, which can bring the dead back to life and restore the torn world to its original state happy.

So, in the end, he didn't find a way to revive the gods but still came back, because...

"No, it's me who finally decided to accept this reality - before that, I experienced many things and met many people..."

The world destroyed by natural disasters and man-made disasters cannot be revived, but...

She closed her eyes, and the appearance of those people flashed in front of her eyes.

The big warm hand on top of her head, the detective boy who used various reasons to pull her out of the room, the teacher who hid all his concerns in such terrible props as homework papers, used various reasons to intervene in her life, making her tired of coping. thinking youth...

Beside that collapsed world, those people used patience and gentleness to open up a new world with a completely different scenery for her.

"What Cesar wants to do depends on what Cesar thinks - as I said, you have come to life, you are no longer a marionette in my writing, let alone a receiver of my hopeless emotions , you can make your own choice."

The temperature of the human body was transmitted through the cloth, Cesar froze for a long time, and finally, slowly closed his eyes, allowing himself to be surrounded by warmth.

He didn't give him the answer he wanted, but gave him an answer that was tens of thousands of times better than what he wanted...

He clearly saw through what he really wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to respond, and he was afraid of hurting him. He explained like a curve to save the country, and even confessed the source of Cesar's essence core, in order to cut off the delusions in his heart... But——

This person must be an idiot... He stretched out his arms and hugged him back.

——Is there anyone who doesn't love "myself"?