[Story 15]
[Feng Qing · Fanwai]
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—*After the tenth (Yuran) plane ends*—
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The young man slightly propped his white chin, his eyes were quietly hidden in the air, his eyes were as indifferent and empty as a god's usual, as if he didn't care about anything.
The space is distorted, and the figure of a girl gradually appears.
Feng Qing raised her eyes slightly, her expression remained the same, but her pair of beautiful eyes rested on the girl.
"Can the soul of an adult be temporarily awakened?"
She seemed to be just asking casually.
The system did not answer.
The young man looked at her silently, and saw that the girl seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then raised his eyebrows:
"You can wake up, but you don't want to come back?"
The eyelashes of the young man hidden in the air trembled slightly, and he silently lowered his eyes with a quiet expression.
How to explain it.
He was quiet for a long time before pursing his lips slightly.
The girl's figure disappeared into the space again, and the boy supported his forehead with one hand.
Amidst the slight nervousness and apprehension of the system, his voice still had no emotion:
"It seems to be angry."
Maybe I'm angry.
The system didn't respond, but Feng Qing knew it very well.
He raised her by himself, and he knew that the little girl almost never showed her emotions, never said she was wronged, and never said tired when she was tired.
Always well-behaved and obedient, if she is suddenly silent and quiet like just now, it means that she is sad, sad, or angry.
Angry…
The young man lowered his eyes slightly, his quiet expression showed a little bit of bewilderment, he closed a pair of beautiful eyes, but his tone was so soft that he almost murmured:
"… How to do it."
a long time.
He opened his eyes and walked slowly.
The surrounding main god space slowly dissipated, and the scene in front of him began to become clear.
This is a familiar little plane.
He was standing in front of a villa.
After a moment of silence, the slender young man gently pushed the door in and raised his eyes to look into the room.
There was no one in the huge living room.
He pursed his lips, went upstairs along the spiral escalator, and walked through the unfamiliar corridor.
He doesn't come here often, so looking at the layout here, he feels vaguely unfamiliar.
In this house, there are not many traces of human activity, and only a small part of the kitchen has been used.
The used bowls have been washed and placed neatly in the cupboard, clean with tiny drops of water.
The garbage left over from the meal is also cleaned up, and the garbage bag is placed in the corner, waiting to be taken away and thrown away when going out the next day.
There is only one room, located at the end of the corridor.
But it was sorted two.
The other room, which was tidy and tidy, was unoccupied, just empty.
The boy stood outside the empty room, paused for a while, and then walked towards the end of the corridor.
He stopped at the door of the room and stood quietly for a few seconds.
Then gently opened the door.
The room was large, but the lights were on and not off. There was no one in the indoor living room, turned around the living room and came to the inner room, only to see a little girl curled up on the big bed.
She frowned and fell asleep.
The clothes in the closet are neatly stacked, the homework is arranged and placed on the corner of the table, and the pen is placed on it.
Close your eyes, as if you can imagine how she came back alone, cooked the meals in silence, ate and washed the dishes, cleaned up the garbage, came back to the room to do homework, then quietly put away the homework, took a shower, and climbed onto the bed cover Put on the quilt, close your eyes and sleep.
This process may always be quiet.
The boy stood quietly in front of the bed, his gaze resting on the sleeping girl frowning.
He leans over.
The slender and bright red lips fell gently like petals, and were printed on the girl's fair forehead.
"Don't hate me."
he whispered.
…
"I beg you."