The protagonist wants to steal my script again

In the blink of an eye, nearly two years have passed.

In the past two years, life has been unbelievably peaceful, and as he said at the beginning, Lyle has never been active as Liar again. Because of this, people on Starnet have speculated that Liar has been arrested. He was arrested, and some people even speculated that he was dead.

An Minghui saw all kinds of Lyle's whereabouts or ways of death fabricated by different people on Xingwang, and found it both funny and helpless.

Sure enough, people would rather believe that Liar is dead than believe that Liar is dead.

But the fact is that Lyle has been busy taking care of the garden or making the mysterious gift he promised early in the morning for the past two years, and all the rest of his free time is spent hanging out with An Minghui, and there is no time to pay attention to it. What did those people on Starnet say.

Hmm... Strictly speaking, the so-called hangouts in free time are probably the one that takes up most of Lyle's time, and the others are incidentals.

It's the same today, An Minghui is sitting on the sofa on the first floor reading a book, Lyle is pillowing on his thigh, and his two long legs that have no place to rest are on the armrest on the other side of the sofa, grabbing his One hand, lazily playing with fingers, has been playing for almost an afternoon.

"You, you agreed to give me a customs clearance gift, but is it not good to be so idle every day?" He pinched Lyle's fingertips and asked with a smile.

"It's been done a long time ago, and it's in the beta stage now, anyway, I'll give it to you sooner or later." But it's good to be able to delay for a while, "Speaking of which, do you like games?"

"Games? I'm not particularly keen on it, but I still like it." After An Minghui answered, he smiled and asked, "Suddenly, is the gift you prepared for me a game?"

"Well, I don't like it very much, but it should suit your taste." After finishing speaking, Lyle pulled An Minghui's hand in front of him, opened his mouth and bit the tip of his index finger, "But you are annoying There are not many things, no matter what the final product is for you, you can adapt to it."

"I don't like the things I made?" An Minghui was a little curious, but he didn't stop him from biting his fingers, and continued the rhythm of the chat, "Isn't it a pity? I'm still looking forward to being able to talk to you Let’s play games together, wouldn’t it be nice to add your own preferences when making it?”

"Do you think you will have any fun playing the game you made? Does the experiential suspense game you usually play tell you the answer at the beginning?" Lyle gave him a speechless look, and then bit him again as punishment At the end, he licked the shallow mark from his own bite, "And I don't have any expectations for that game. If you want to make me happy, you might as well let me have the finished product later."

"So what you want to give me is a suspenseful plot game? Then I'm going to start looking forward to it." He smiled, and wondered more and more what kind of game Lyle would make. "Even you took so long, it seems like making a game is really complicated."

"It's not that complicated." If you only talk about the carrying and framework of the game itself, it's better to evaluate it as simple, "I just don't like being an NPC, it's too annoying."

Those NPCs made him irritable just thinking about them, but they were indispensable.

"Although I don't want to rush you, I think you'd better finish it quickly." Because he didn't know if he would die suddenly due to some unpredictable reasons.

Lyle did not immediately reply to his words, but after about 5 minutes, he suddenly raised his hand and took away the book he was reading, and kept looking at it in this posture of lying on his back. Looking at the face on the top that has been familiar enough to blend into the flesh and blood.

Because of the angle, An Minghui's face is turned to the left in his field of vision, and directly above is the ceiling light emitting a soft warm yellow light, and An Minghui is looking over patiently, asking him if he has any questions. What's up.

"You don't really like my temper, do you?" He asked abruptly, "Just like those companion robots on the market, if you can set or choose your personality independently, you will definitely not set it like me."

I don't understand why Lyle suddenly brought up such a topic, but An Minghui continued the topic patiently: "I don't have a temper that doesn't like you, but if you say that suddenly, what do you think I will like?" What kind of character?"

"I don't know." The answer was very straightforward, and the fact is like this. It would be great if he knew the answer to this question, "He should be a good person."

Such a broad answer is like saying nothing.

"But good people also have a dark side, and bad people can also be likable. I don't think it's appropriate to distinguish characters by good or bad." He shook his head with a smile, raised his hand and flicked Lyle's forehead, denying He expressed his point of view, "The character I like is the appearance of the person I am in love with. I think there is a person I like before I have a character I like. It seems that it is not feasible to reverse the order."

Lyall stared straight into his eyes, as if trying to see if he was lying or trying to put himself off.

Although he knew that An Minghui would never intentionally tell such a lie, there were some things that could not be reassured just by saying "knowingly".

An Minghui also let Lyle look at him like this. After a while, the person who was lying on his lap sat up, then adjusted his posture, turned into a sitting posture facing him, and stretched out his arms to hug him. He used a lot of force with those hands, so big that if he was an ordinary human body now, he might feel suffocated.

He heard Lyle, who was hugging him, whisper in his ear: "Although I also feel that I have a bad personality, I still like you."

"I used to do all kinds of things as Liar, because I thought that if I really met an opponent who was more capable than me and enough to arrest me, then it would be fine even if I died. Being retaliated after doing something is the next step." It's a normal thing, since I was seven years old when I committed the crime for the first time, I was ready to die, although I didn't think I was really going to die."

"But then I was hooked by you for no reason. If I really died, I really couldn't see you. Sometimes I would dream that I would be burned after I died, and then you would be destroyed by the Federation, or I was taken back by someone else, became someone else’s partner, and within a few days, I was no longer remembered. I can even gamble my own heart, but I don’t dare to gamble at all. So I started to be afraid of death, So there's no more Liar."

Obviously it was just a simple summary, but when Lyle talked about his dreams, An Minghui still felt the slight tremor in his voice, but he just hugged him back comfortingly, patted him on the shoulder, and did not immediately Speak and listen patiently for him to finish speaking.

"If you meet a character you like more, can you stop rushing to break up with me? You can tell me directly, and I can make myself into the character you like." Except for the one who deliberately pretended at the beginning After a while, Lyle almost never said such fragile and anxious words, but now he looks a bit like the Lyle at the beginning, insecure, inferior and cowardly, always pulling gently Looking at the hem of An Minghui's clothes, "...don't give up on me."

"Do I really look so insecure?" An Minghui touched Lyle's head reassuringly, and his tone of voice was somewhat helpless, but gentle enough, "You don't have to become Any personality, and what you are worried about will not happen. I think no matter what kind of person I meet, I have no reason to give up another person who has been with me for so long. If I really do this, it means that I am He is a very bad person, and at that time you should give up on me first."

"...If I can give up on you, you won't say these embarrassing things."

"Okay, I won't give up on you. Is this okay? If I continue, I'm worried that you're going to cry. You'd better smile. It's rare to have such a pretty face. It looks even better when you smile. Maybe that's the case. It will make me so obsessed that I can't bear to give up on you."

Even if he doesn't look at it, Lyle can still imagine the expression on An Minghui's face now, it must be with a just right smile, it looks soft and warm: "...I used to think that there is no such thing as an angel in this world of."

"Huh? Then did you find out that angels exist?" Blinking his eyes in surprise, he thought this world was a materialistic world. "Then I really want to take a look."

"... Sometimes I really don't know whether you are smart or really stupid."

After muttering speechlessly, the two of them stopped talking at the same time, and Lyle maintained this hugging posture for a while, then reluctantly let go of his hand, and pulled him to stand up: "Let's go, take the gift you urged in advance. for you."

"Isn't it still in the testing phase?"

"Is it an excuse for not being able to hear it?" With that said, Lyle complained under his breath as he dragged him upstairs, "This is one of the worst things I've ever done."

Lyle is probably making a game based on an independent console, so An Minghui makes sense why he has not been allowed to see the independent studio on the second floor since he moved to this new home.

Sure enough, in the end Lyle did pull him to the door of the studio, then sighed again with great reluctance, raised his hand to open the door, and gestured with his chin to the head-mounted terminal on the workbench Carrier: "That's it, just put it on, it's the same usage as the game consoles on the market."

So An Ming obediently sat in front of the workbench, fiddled with the brand-new game terminal that looked a bit like glasses, and then put it on.

"Ready? Then I will start."

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Ok……

Do I really look like a throwaway person?

Shouldn't it?