[Entertainment] If you can

When Quan Zhilong felt that something was wrong, it was two years after Han Jingru's death.

One day, in the music production room, when he accidentally mentioned Han Jingru to Shengli, he was keenly aware that Shengli, who had the closest relationship with Han Jingru, was stunned for a while, and then said a little strangely and hesitantly, "??? Jingru ??? Sis, what's the matter, brother Zhilong?"

Quan Zhilong was silent.

So that day he asked other members of the group one after another in the company, but the answer he got was the same.

Reluctantly, he dialed the Quan Delta number.

"...Huh? Han Jingru? Who is it?"

"No, nothing."

Quan Zhilong smiled far-fetchedly, hung up the phone, his face was pale, and his fingertips were cold.

Coming to the company's dormitory in a daze, Quan Zhilong returned to his room, leaning his back against the cold door, his body slowly slumped uncontrollably, and fell to the ground.

--??? What if, what if one day I also forget about Jingru?

He anxiously bit his nails with his teeth, his eyes wandered, nervous, thinking anxiously.

Sitting on the floor and thinking for a while, Quan Zhilong's dull eyes suddenly lit up, and then he immediately got up and opened the door, put on his shoes and ran out of the dormitory.

His destination is a tattoo parlor.

With the strange eyes of the tattoo artist, he stubbornly asked the other party to tattoo Han Jingru and his name on the palm of his right hand, followed by the English -- forever.

--In this way, even if I forget Jingru one day, it is only temporary.

--I'll remember.

There was a faint pain in the palm of his hand, Quan Zhilong looked at the black characters gradually engraved on the palm of his hand, and showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

April [-], [-].

Lying on the big bed, the 33-year-old Quan Zhilong, who has gradually turned to work behind the scenes, opened his tired eyes.

Turning his head and pouting his mouth, he glanced at the light reflected through the gap in the curtains, thinking to himself that Quan Zhilong, who drank too much last night, rolled on the bed, sat up lazily, reached out and rubbed his cheeks, and then He casually picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, and when he was about to turn it on to browse the letters, he suddenly saw the font on the palm of his right hand.

[Han Jingru & Quan Zhilong forever]

"??? Han Jingru?"

With some doubts, he whispered the handwriting on his palm, Quan Zhilong's mind went blank.

--Han Jingru?

--???Who is Han Jingru?

"No, no."

The heart that was beating steadily seemed to be still for a moment, as if being slowly tightened by someone's hands. The strange and suffocating pain was densely attached to the nerves, and it was spreading to the limbs at an incredible speed. An unprecedented pain made his fingers twitch and let go of the phone in his hand.

Holding the quilt tightly and falling back to the soft bed, Quan Zhilong curled up sideways with his trembling body, tears flowed out like this for some reason, falling on the quilt without making a sound.

There seemed to be a voice in my head asking questions.

Who is Han Jingru?

--have no idea.

Who is Han Jingru? Where is she?

--No, I do not know.

Who is Han Jingru? Who is Han Jingru? Who is Han Jingru? Who is Han Jingru?!

"Shut up shut up shut up!!!!!!"

With both hands violently, the thin quilt between the fingers was almost torn apart by the huge force, Quan Zhilong buried his head in the quilt patiently, he roared uncontrollably, and a tight thread in his brain was completely broken.

Then there was a moment of silence.

He even heard the chirping of birds outside the window, the honking of cars, and the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.

However, at this moment, a certain voice came from his mind again.

so sad.

--so sad.

so painful.

--It's so painful.

Han Jingru.

--Han Jingru.

she died.

--???She, died, fell, gone.

I remembered, I remembered everything.

"Han Jingru, is she dead???"

Whitened phalanges, cold fingers.

Bitter tears, empty eyes.

Pale face, trembling lips.

Faded memories, desperate murmurs.

--sorry.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry—uh—"

Quan Zhilong grasped the quilt tightly, said in a harsh voice, for the first time, wept bitterly.

--I promised not to forget you, but I still forgot.

--I'm sorry, I'm sorry Jingru, I'm a bastard, please forgive me?

Tears wet the thin quilt, Quan Zhilong was trembling all over.

"It hurts, Jingru??? Your body hurts???"

--Why don't you appear in my dream?

--Today is your birthday, when will you come back.

--??? Please, let me take another look at you.

just one glance.

How about a glance?

Quan Zhilong begged so humblely in his heart.

However, this is just wishful thinking.

■

In [-], for the entire year, Quan Zhilong was with his parents almost every day.

He took them out to travel and eat all kinds of delicacies, as if he wanted to do everything that he had never done before.

He carried a notebook with him at all times, wrote and drew on it, and told them with a smile that they were not allowed to peek.

At the beginning, the whole father and the whole mother didn't notice anything. In the end, the right father and the right mother naturally knew about their son's abnormality, but they didn't say anything. They just smiled and looked at their son's brilliant smiling face, and listened to his son's introduction to them. that.

Although the whole father and mother didn't know what happened, they still respected their son's choice.

Because they have always believed that he can do no wrong.

■

March 31, [-].

Eleven fifty in the evening.

After getting everything ready, Quan Zhilong in a silver-gray suit solemnly placed a letter on the coffee table at home.

He opened the almost tattered notebook by his side, and carefully read every word on it.

Those are all he can recall, the little things with Han Jingru.

Then he put down his notebook, took out a medicine bottle from a side cabinet, poured out two pills and stuffed it into his mouth, picked up the water glass on the coffee table, took a big sip of water, then put down the medicine bottle and the empty glass Cup, turned and walked to the bathroom.

In the letter, he explicitly asked Delta to donate half of his property to charity, while the other half was transferred to his parents.

After closing the bathroom door, he sat down against the bathtub filled with warm water, raised his left hand and glanced at his watch.

eleven fifty-eight.

Smiling, Quan Zhilong took off his watch, took a deep breath, stretched out his left arm to pick up the blade that he had prepared earlier from the bathtub, and put it in the palm of his right hand, then he glanced at the name on the palm of his right hand again, and then With a flick of the right hand, the blade landed on the fingertips, and made a sharp stroke on the wrist of the left hand.

The dazzling red flowed from the white wrist, like soft and greedy snakes, coiling down the wrist.

Quan Zhilong put his hands in the bathtub without expression.

The originally clear and transparent water turned a light red the moment he touched it, and then it became darker and darker.

--Even if everyone forgets you, I will never forget you, Jing Ru.

--Since you don't come to me, how about I go to you?

His vision began to blur, and Quan Zhilong, who was a little weak due to excessive blood loss, reluctantly grabbed the watch beside him, carefully distinguishing the time.

Zero zero.

--Happy birthday, Jingru.

He smiled and closed his eyes.

The wrist watch slipped from the palm and fell to the ground, making a sound that was neither light nor heavy.

The sky was pitch black as if it had been splashed with ink, and the bean-sized raindrops fell hard.

The sticky feeling of the already soaked clothes on the cold skin did not make him, who always hated rainy days, frown.

The young man fell down on the cold and hard ground, the rain mercilessly wet his hair, and the dense rain curtain blurred his vision and even covered his expression.

[System: drop--The fit of the agent is 87%. The system binds...The binding is successful!]

[System: Drip--Welcome the host Quan Zhilong to enter the world of "If You Can" Raiders.]

[System: drop--Sorting out the strategy list for the host--please wait--]

Numbly listening to the inexplicable voice in his head, Quan Zhilong lowered his eyelids, but stared straight at the palm of his right hand with his dull eyes--the place is white and clean, with a thin layer of callus, but there is no familiar font .

The brown pupils turned slightly, and they finally focused when they saw everything around them clearly.

His nose twitched, he smelled the sweet fragrance of roses, then he raised his eyebrows and threw out the very fresh and blooming roses in his bosom.

without hesitation.

The red rose carefully wrapped in the light blue wrapping paper was lying in disarray not far away. After a while, the fresh wrapping paper was soaked into light brown by the sewage on the ground, and the delicate petals also dimmed. .

Raising his head against the wall, his bright brown eyes were staring at the black sky, and occasionally the smelly rain fell into his eyes, but it only made his eyes slightly red.

Quan Zhilong just stared at the sky, as if he missed something, without blinking his eyes.

However, he curled the corner of his mouth, raised his somewhat numb right hand, covered his eyes with the back of his right hand, and then showed a smile that was completely inconsistent with his immature face.

Obviously it was the same lovely and bright smile as before, but now it looked abnormally gloomy and mocking.

--What are you.

Quan Zhilong said indifferently.

[System: drop--the strategy list has been sorted out successfully!]

<Strategy object: Jin Zhener. Task difficulty: 5/10>

<Strategy object: Park Chun. Task difficulty: 5/10>

<Strategy object: Li Cailin. Task difficulty: 6/10>

<Strategy target: Mizuhara Kiko. Task difficulty: 7/10>

<Strategy object: Han Jingru. Task difficulty: 10/10>

--......

Although the strange voice in his head did not answer his question, when Quan Zhilong heard the familiar name, his restless heart calmed down at that moment.

--explain.

His right hand slid down, wiped the rain from his face, Quan Zhilong narrowed his eyes slightly, with a smile on his face, he reflexively rubbed his left thumb against the palm of his right hand, his eyes were dark as if he was thinking about something.

[System: 'Strategy' is the strategy, as you think.]

[System: Here is an explanation to the host of the two rules of this strategy world. First, the host is not allowed to steal songs that do not belong to him. Second, the host is not allowed to disclose the existence of the system.]

--Go on.

Quan Zhilong pursed his lips, lowered his head, and looked at his dirty jeans calmly, but his eyes were eager to try.

[System: In this world, the target of the attack can be one person or multiple people. The upper limit is three people. If the attack is successful, the system will satisfy a wish of the host. If the attack fails, the system will send the host back to the original world.]

[System: Drip--Please select the target of the attack.]

--Tsk, it's ridiculous, something like a system.

--...It's really disgusting.

Quan Zhilong sneered, thinking of that person's system, so he showed a bored but expectant smile, and chose a name without hesitation.

[System: drop--choose successfully! Unchangeable!]

[System: Di--Traider: Han Jingru. Main task: Lies of the Fraud Master [Open]. Favorability: ???/100.]

"...Quan Zhilong?"

As soon as the system's mechanical voice fell, a slightly hesitant but slightly trembling female voice rang in his ears.

With his head down, Quan Zhilong twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing an almost greedy smile.

--...Really, long time no see.

--My quiet as.

"...I'm sorry, although I know it's rude, but can you accompany me for a while?"

Biting his bloodless lower lip with his teeth, Quan Zhilong raised his head with red eyes, looking at the familiar face under the brim of the red and blue hat, he choked up and said.

"......it is good."

The girl wearing a red and blue baseball cap hesitated and nodded, with a stiff expression, she stood beside Quan Zhilong, her black umbrella tilted towards the boy sitting on the ground.

"thanks."

Quan Zhilong's voice was a little weak and low, but the sound of the huge rain swallowed his words just now, he sat on the ground with his arms folded, turned his head to the girl in front of him and showed a possessive smile.

If possible, I want to go back to the moment before the car accident and die with you.

If possible, I would like to say I love you to you who were still sober at that time.

If possible, I want to wear a diamond ring for you with my own hands, and walk into that palace holding your hand.

It would be nice if you didn't have that system.

How nice it would be if you really loved me in the first place.

Really, no ifs?

Quan Zhilong withdrew his gaze and stared at the bumpy ground that was wet by the rain, with a mysterious look on his face.

--I'm so sorry, Jingru.

-- This game, even if it is an infinite loop. I will continue to play.

--Because only here you are real...

exist.