Song Piangao got a Valentine's Day holiday.
The ghost knows why the fast-running game, which takes the pleasure of squeezing the task staff, will give everyone a holiday on an unimportant holiday like Valentine's Day.
Song Piantao didn't understand either, but that didn't prevent her from accepting it happily. She returned from the mission world to the field of the Quick Pass Bureau, and was about to take 09 out to the mall, but the little girl 09 hid half of her face behind the big pencil, blushing and whispering:
"Host, I'm going out with 01 today."
"..." Song Piantao suddenly understood why it was going to be a holiday soon after passing through the bureau.
Song Pian said, "Okay, have fun."
"There's one more thing before we leave." 09 waved the big pencil on tiptoe, and the cherry blossom eraser clicked in the air, and clicked out four blingbling cherry pink light groups.
"The host can draw a character from a small world and go to the map to spend Valentine's Day together!"
Song Pian raised her eyebrows and looked at the light ball. Seeing that it looked like a hair, she casually ordered a round one, and asked 09:
"What is a map?"
"It's an entertainment copy without tasks, and the host can understand it as a small world with a limited time for one day."
"so."
With a flick of the big pencil, 09 drew a faintly luminous circle, tapped it, and punched the pink light ball into the entrance of the copy.
"You can enter the map, the small world characters are already waiting for the host in the map."
According to 09, this so-called small world character should have been arbitrarily drawn from the small world that he has been to, but Song Piangan felt that if he went through the game quickly, he would not have a character who hated each other. If passers-by come, it won't count as welfare.
Song Pian had a vague guess about the identity of the character, or from where it was probably drawn.
Therefore, when Song Pian opened her eyes pierced by the white light and saw Nie Lingbo at a glance, she knew she had guessed correctly.
"Limbo."
It seemed that those light groups represented Lin Qinglu, Feng Yuexian, and Nie Lingbo.
But who is the one left? Is it Song Yingguang, or Song Ruyan? still…
Song Pian stopped her thoughts and stopped making unnecessary guesses. In short, she won Nie Lingbo.
She quickly looked around and found that this was an quaint street market with beautiful lanterns hanging around, but none of them were lit at this time. Even so, the street market was dressed up beautifully.
And she dresses up as an ancient person herself, wearing a crimson Baidie immortal dress that is extremely gorgeous, but Nie Lingbo is wearing a modern white suit, simple and sharp.
How is this going
Nie Lingbo took a jade rabbit lantern from the shopkeeper and handed it to Song Piantao.
Song Piantao didn't know why, so she took the naive Jade Rabbit Lamp in her hands. Out of subconscious caution, she didn't speak immediately.
"It was said that I was watching the project with me, and I even changed my costume. Why can't I walk here? Take this, let's continue to look forward."
"Ah." Song Pian probably touched the summary of the previous situation, and smiled thoughtfully, "This place is very beautiful, I want to take a look."
Nie Lingbo looked at the pretty and obedient little girl in front of him. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand and gently scratched the little girl's pretty nose. His voice was low and magnetic:
"Okay, it's up to you."
Song Pian raised her head and looked at Nie Lingbo who was close at hand, her light brown eyes slightly widened.
How do you feel, Nie Lingbo in this map has a much higher opinion value than in the small world
Not far from the market, under the door of a restaurant, Feng Yuexian narrowed her eyes and looked at the pair of women in front of the lantern.
The slightly taller woman handed a jade rabbit lantern to the woman beside her, then lowered her head slightly, and acted indulgently. The gesture of keeping the woman within her body range was filled with a strong sense of possession and control.
It stands to reason that all of this has nothing to do with Feng Yuexian.
If it wasn't one of them, it was Song Pianjiao.
Song Piantao had planned to attack Nie Lingbo, but seeing Nie Lingbo being so affectionate to her, she quickly adjusted.
She held the Jade Rabbit Lamp and walked beside Nie Lingbo. While walking, she rubbed the back of Nie Lingbo's hand with the back of her hand. The hand was caught in Nie Lingbo's palm and never let go.
It was as if the little rabbit that was poking around at the entrance of the wolf's den was accidentally caught into the wolf's den and devoured it into its belly.
Song Pian was more sure of the relationship between the two.
On the way shopping, she found that apart from herself and Nie Lingbo, other characters and things were like a background board, like the NPCs in the game, they would only repeat the same sentences and actions, but Nie Lingbo didn't seem to notice, only herself noticed the abnormality .
No wonder this place is called "Map", it's like a game map.
Nie Lingbo seemed to like taking care of himself very much. He said that he came to inspect the film and television city project. As a result, he just handed Song Pian a jade rabbit lantern, and now he saw a peach blossom cake stall and wanted to buy it for Song Pian to eat.
As soon as Nie Lingbo finished speaking, Song Pian was hungry, so he did not refuse. Nie Lingbo asked Song Pianjiao to wait for her here, and walked to the stall across the road. Song Pianjiao was about to catch up when several carriages slowly passed through the middle of the street, separating the two of them.
Immediately, Song Pian's eyes flickered, she lost consciousness, and the next second, she fell into a powerful embrace.
When Nie Lingbo turned around with the peach blossom cake, Song Piangan was nowhere to be seen, and the jade rabbit lantern fell to the ground.
lightly
The relaxed look on Nie Lingbo's face disappeared, his eyes were cold and sharp, and the warm peach cake in his hand shattered into powder in an instant.
Song Piantao gradually regained consciousness, and before her eyes were opened and the darkness in front of her eyes, she heard a dangerous whisper in her ear:
"Who is that person? My princess, my... Your Highness."
This voice was cold and charming, as if a cold mist filled Song Pian's ears, causing her to tremble.
The voice was so unique that Song Pian easily recognized it:
"Moon Free?"
Why is Feng Yuexian also here? Isn't there a Nie Lingbo in front of him? Song Piantao just wanted to catch 09 and ask, what's going on
She opened her eyes, it was still dark, and there was a touch of brocade on her face - her eyes were blindfolded.
Maybe it was because the consternation in her words was too obvious, Feng Yue sneered, and the anger in her voice became heavier:
"You're surprised to be found out with her, aren't you?"
"..." Song Pian was miserable, and Feng Yuexian obviously had no memory of going through the game quickly. She couldn't tell how hard she was, so she could only say first, "Let me go first, okay?"
Yes, the reason why she couldn't untie the cloth by herself was because the place she was sitting on was soft, she should be sitting in Feng Yue Xian's arms, her hands were clasped by a big warm palm, Can't move.
Moreover, since she met Feng Yuexian, her frail and sickly persona seems to have returned, and now her chest feels uncomfortably tight after just a few words, so she has to lean on Feng Yuexian's chest and breathe lightly.
In the tea room, Feng Yuexian was dressed in a black robe, and on her lap sat the current princess Song Piantao, who was wearing a scarlet dress. Song Piantao was leaning against her arms, her red lips were slightly parted, and she let out a soft gasp. And beautiful.
On Yubai's small face, her eyes were covered by a black hairband, which was Feng Yuexian's hair.
At this time, Feng Yuexian's head was full of crow-colored blue silk hanging down behind, and a few strands wound up on Song Pian's arms, lingering sadly.
Feng Yuexian looked at the charming person in her arms, thinking of the scene she just saw, the more angry she was, the calmer her heart became.
She lowered her eyes, her dark and waveless eyes fixed on Song Piantao.
"And I obeyed His Highness's order and went out to Beijing to do errands for you. It's really ridiculous—that's how the princess treats me?"
Feng Yuexian stretched out his hand, pinched Song Pian's small chin, and forced it up.
"Who is that person? Does His Highness say, or not?"
Song Pian's lips moved, but she didn't speak.
She refused to speak.
This realization made Feng Yuexian's whole body tense, and she approached the face that she loved and hated, and wanted to die.
"If you don't tell me, I've searched all over Shangjing, and I can find her too—"
Feng Yuexian's words stopped abruptly, only because Song Pian raised his hand and groped towards him.
Those hands didn't dare to stretch forward. I don't know if it was because they were afraid of hitting him, or because of the fear of who he was at this time. Song Pian's slender and straight hands were in the air, looking helpless and dazed, extremely aggrieved.
Feng Yuexian's cruel words could no longer be said.
"Yue Xian?" Song Pian called softly.
Feng Yuexian didn't answer, she was still angry.
But in Song Pian's ruthless place, she showed a struggling expression, but she couldn't resist her desire to get close to the other party.
Feng Yuexian's face was tense, she lowered her head in the direction of the hands, and approached it.
Only cater for a little bit.
Song Pian groped in the darkness, and finally, her fingertips touched Feng Yuexian's face.
She ran her fingertips across the bridge of Feng Yuexian's erect nose, lingering on her plump lips, sketching the shape of her lips, and her voice was like a sigh:
"I miss you."
She misses Feng Yuexian very much.
This miss is different from love. Song Piangan's reason is very clear. From Lin Qinglu to Feng Yuexian, to Nie Lingbo, it is the soul under the skin that makes her feel emotional. This cognition is rooted in her consciousness. , she never wavered and was quite sure.
But as individuals, they end up with different life trajectories and have their own unique charm. And Song Piantao misses them like an old friend she hasn't seen for a long time.
will not be sad, will not forget—
But won't meet again.
"Let me see you again, okay?"
In the quiet tea room, a few rays of light came in from the gaps in the windows, and the light dust floated in the light.
The anger surrounding the black-clothed woman calmed down strangely. She was like a beast being appeased. She hesitated for a moment because of her natural nature. Then, she slowly stretched out her hand, paused, and finally chose to take off the hairband for the woman in her arms.
Willingly and willingly.
Before her fingertips touched the hairband on Song Pian's eyes, Feng Yue shivered and stopped.
"Moon Free?"
Feng Yue was idle as if deaf, she leaned over and kissed Song Pian's eyes through her hair tie.
In the next instant, the black hair band was untied, fluttered, and fell to the ground.
"Is it alright?"
"what?"
Lin Qinglu stared at the screen on the monitor. She has always been dedicated to her work, but at this time she has no intention of respecting the art of film.
"Is it okay? There's nothing wrong with this scene, I've done it over and over again." After she finished speaking, she said lightly, "In the future, you will find the tricks by yourself, and don't ask Pian Tiao to help you."
Seeing that Lin Yinghou, who has always been easy to talk to, didn't dare to smile, the director hurriedly said, "Alright, alright, definitely."
Lin Qinglu had already left him and walked towards Song Piandao.
And when Song Piantao saw Lin Qinglu, not only was he not surprised, he even had a feeling of "it really is".
Nie Lingbo and Feng Yuexian have both met, is Lin Qinglu still far away
But this map is too weird.
This entire street market was originally a project in Nie Lingbo's mouth, Shangjing in Feng Yuexian's mouth, and now it has become a film and television city in Lin Qinglu's mouth.
It seems that the three worlds have thick barriers to each other, but a door is opened somewhere, allowing them to blend with each other—
also meet each other.
Although it's not all good, Song Pian thought blankly.
One second Song Piangan just got up from Feng Yuexian, the next second Lin Qinglu pushed open the door and came in. At that moment, Song Piangan felt the panic of being caught in bed for the first time in her life.
If Lin Qinglu had come in a second earlier, Song Piangan felt that he would be scared and rolled off Feng Yuexian's body.
Is this really a Valentine's Day perk? Song Piantao just wanted to catch 09 back now and ask her carefully by holding her ear.
Behind Lin Qinglu, a group of staff poured in. They were dressed in various colors, like a group of colorful mosaics. Wu Yangyang came over, went straight over Song Pianto, and went behind her.
And behind Song Piantao, was Feng Yuexian.
The overly busy scene caught Song Pian's attention, and she couldn't help but look back. Sure enough, Feng Yuexian disappeared into the tea room at some point, as if being erased by a mosaic.
The ebony seat she sat on stood alone on the ground, looking a little lonely.
A faint voice came from in front of him: "Song Pian, what are you looking at?"
Song Pian blinked her eyes, and hurriedly stood at attention without squinting:
"It's interesting to watch them pack up."
"Interesting?" Lin Qinglu didn't believe this nonsense.
Her cat ears were folded, sour and a little aggrieved, and she even brought her girlfriend to interrogate:
"Do you think she is beautiful? Is she prettier than me?"
Um? It's not quite the same, it's not the same style.
Although Feng Yuexian's force value is higher than Lin Qinglu's, his whole person is flattering, and Lin Qinglu's appearance is actually more heroic.
After Song Piantao thought carefully, she had the confidence to answer the question well. She raised her head confidently and prepared to answer the question. At a glance, she saw that Lin Qinglu's expression was not right.
It seems more violent.
"… "
"Okay, ah." Lin Qinglu said sadly, "Have you come up with the result after thinking about it for so long?"
"... figured out—" Here comes it.
People are doing it, cats are watching.
The last three words were swallowed by Song Pian under Lin Qinglu's fierce and aggrieved gaze.
There are staff coming and going, the studio is noisy and busy, but all these sounds seem to be far away, like the rustling of tree branches in the sun, blurred and broken.
Song Pian thought for a while: "Is there a butterfly cake in this place? I'll treat you to a butterfly cake."
"Don't be mad at me, okay?"
Song Piantao's voice was already gentle, and with a bit of begging for mercy, anyone who listened to it would soften their ears and even their hearts.
Not to mention those eyes, like a lake full of spring, full of waves.
"Don't act like a spoiled child." Lin Qinglu said righteously.
But soon, she showed the expression "I really can't do anything about you", the corners of her lips twitched quickly, the cat's tail wagged secretly, but her mouth was not forgiving.
"Don't think this matter can be solved by a bag of butterflies."
Song Piangan was fascinated by the fleeting sassy and beautiful smile, and even more so by Lin Qinglu's cuteness, making Song Piangan's rare mouth faster than his brain, and subconsciously said:
"How many bags do you want?"
"?"
Seeing that the cat's hair, which was almost smooth, was about to explode again, Song Pian immediately changed the subject casually:
"Let's buy more. I haven't eaten it for a long time, and I want to eat it."
"Humph."
Lin Qinglu mercifully spared Song Piantao, and reluctantly agreed to buy butterfly cakes with her.
Song Piantao went out first, but she didn't see Lin Qinglu behind her, and looked back at the ebony seat that was left untouched, her eyes full of vigilance and hostility.
Song Piantao didn't know how the map worked, but when Lin Qinglu, Feng Yuexian, and Nie Lingbo appeared together and saw each other, Song Piantao was sure that this map wanted to kill him.
She and Lin Qinglu bought butterflies and walked on the street while eating. They talked a lot, and the topic might be boring, but they both had a good laugh.
This street market was quickly reached. The border of the map was a void. This map was like a thin piece of paper, lying across the space, with a flat cut.
At this time, the twilight was all around, and the map was surrounded by a hazy purple-gray, which seemed a little gentle.
Song Piantao had a premonition that the time of parting was coming. Just as he was about to say goodbye to Lin Qinglu, he saw Nie Lingbo and Feng Yuexian walking from both sides of the market, looked at each other at the intersection, and then turned around in a tacit understanding, moving towards them together. Song Pian came.
Their footsteps were not hurried or slow, but their power became stronger and stronger. Song Piantai seemed to see two big cats, full of strength and beauty, walking with graceful steps, step by step.
Step by step.
Double the big cat, double the suffocation.
Song Piantao glanced at Lin Qinglu quickly, if it weren't for the extremely empty space around her, she would have wanted to hide Lin Maomao first, and one less point in the Shura field would be one point.
Lin Maomao was indeed the most naive, and was the first to speak cautiously, "Song Piandao, who are they?"
She complained, "How many good sisters do you have?"
Song Pian: "... I'm not."
The two walked to the front.
Feng Yuexian's eyes swept across Lin Qinglu and Nie Lingbo, and she smiled coldly. Her eyes were like ice-cold secluded pools, and the bottom of the pool was filled with anger and arrogance, causing circles of unknown dark ripples.
She raised her chin, and even at this moment, she refused to show weakness.
"Today, it's her first." Feng Yuexian looked at Nie Lingbo, then turned to look at Lin Qinglu, "And then it's her, Your Highness... so busy."
"...I didn't." I also felt that I was very busy today, and Song Piangan was a little desperate, she couldn't be busy at all.
Nie Lingbo has been silent, although it is the same soul, but with age, the years have precipitated on her, washed away some things, and added some things that young people do not have.
She held her breath and watched the other two people with cold eyes. Seeing that Song Piantao couldn't argue under the pressure of the two of them, Nie Lingbo stepped up to Song Piantao, his voice was low, even with a smile:
"Is it too much to play the love game? Huh?"
"Am I... a game for you too?"
Song Pian's scalp was numb, and her eyes were watery: "...you listen to me."
"Um?"
"It's not like this..." Song Pian's defense was very weak, and there was no follow-up.
All she wants now is to hurry up and kick her off the map.
When faced with her words, the three had different reactions.
Lin Qinglu was expressionless: "Go ahead, I'm considering whether to believe it or not."
Feng Yuexian smiled sarcastically: "I believed you once before."
Nie Lingbo did not hesitate: "I believe in you."
Song Piangan & Lin Qinglu & Feng Yuexian: ? ?
Nie Lingbo showed the most charming smile at Song Pian, and said affectionately:
"Fine, I believe in you."
She stretched out her hand towards Song Piantao, palm facing up: "So, go back with me? My friend."
The scene was quiet for a while.
Even Song Piantao, an insider who knew that they were Qinglu's third-open accounts, couldn't help but glance at the top of Nie Lingbo's head, as if looking for a graceful green light.
Nie Lingbo's expression was calm, and the smile on his lips was even more friendly than usual.
The older he got, the more decisive Nie Lingbo's methods became.
Facing two opponents whose details were unclear but seemed to be very strong, she chose to put Song Pian in her attractive arms first.
The other thing is not unimportant, but it is not that important compared to Song Piantao.
- All of these, you can turn back, slowly, and communicate with Song Pian.
For some unknown reason, Nie Lingbo seemed to be the gentlest and smoothest of the three, but Song Piangan was the most obsessed with her.
She looked at the other two again.
… Forget it, I choose to die.
Song Piantao quietly took a small step back. She didn't know if jumping on her own initiative was considered a forced exit. She should be fine, right
Song Piantao did not choose a single one, but retreated in the completely opposite direction.
There is a vast void behind her, in short, it must be nothing good to fall. Seeing Song Pian go towards the void, the three of them squinted their eyes almost at the same time, and their hair exploded.
"Song Pian, I advise you to come back now - if you come to me, I will consider listening to your explanation."
"His Royal Highness is threatening me with your own body? That's all, you are weak, first follow me back to the palace to drink the soothing soup, and then talk about other things."
"Fine, come back."
Song Piantao was a little distracted at this moment, the three openings are tacit understanding, and it seems that there should be a master consciousness in them, otherwise it is impossible to choose to forgive for love together.
Isn't it because you subconsciously know that you are jealous of yourself? Ah.
After discovering this, Song Pian thought of Qinglu hidden behind them - she really wanted to find Qinglu and let her know what her own small world consciousness was doing.
"lightly?"
A faint shout brought Song Pian back to her senses. The wind was blowing around her at some point, and the wind whistled past her ears. She didn't even hear the voice just now.
The wind swept in, with Song Piantao as the center, condensed into pieces of wind blades, flashing with ice-like cold light, and like feathers, floating in the air, surrounding Song Piantao with nostalgia.
A piece of pure white ice feathers covered Song Pian's eyes.
She couldn't see the three people in front of her.
In the next moment, Song Pian stomped her feet, and she suddenly fell like a weightless feather—
Is this the way to cut out the map
Maybe after a long time, or maybe just a moment, Song Pian finally fell to the ground.
She still couldn't see, but her body was very soft, and there was a sweet smell of green grass in her nose. She guessed that she should lie on the soft, fine grass.
Through the thin ice feather, she vaguely saw a petite figure approaching her side.
The figure didn't move for a long time, as if looking at herself, Song Pian held her breath, she couldn't help but be wary of the unknown.
Under her strict formation, a hazy figure came close to Song Pian's neck, the man's soft long hair fell on Song Pian's body, and she herself, like a harmless little beast, nestled between Song Pian's neck, lightly Sniffed lightly.
The skin that had been sprayed by her breath tightened instantly.
"Don't be afraid." The girl's sweet voice sounded in Song Piantao's ears, like an innocent little girl speaking coquettish words.
"Why would I want to hurt you?"
"They don't deserve you, only me—"