The necklines of the clergy were starched to a very hard texture.
Jiang Fang pulled the neckline around for a while, but still felt that he couldn't break free from the suffocating restraint like a noose.
He was a little out of breath, so he was irritable.
The man with earrings wearing a robe and playing the role of "believers who come to the church to work for free" climbed the stairs and saw the two people standing side by side in front of the window.
Jiang Fang turned half of his face, his eyes as cold as the night: "Go away."
The man with earrings was startled, and before his foot could touch the ground, he twisted it 180 degrees, and turned sharply: "Okay."
Nan Zhou glanced at Jiang Fang curiously.
... It was the first time he saw Jiang Fang lose control of his emotions like this.
Jiang Fang has always been very elegant, smooth and gentle, and he looks like a bowl of water to anyone, without bias, and his love is boundless.
Given Nan Zhou's insensitive sensitivity to human relationships, he couldn't quite understand why Jiang Fang, with such a smiling face, would keep the team members away.
However, the man with ear studs failed to answer his doubts, and instead fled downstairs by himself.
"… go?"
After a long silence, Jiang Fang continued the topic.
The irritability and depression in his voice just now were hurriedly cleaned up, and his tone was brisk and even a little erratic: "Where are you going?"
Nan Zhou: "I'm not sure either."
Nan Zhou: "But I'm not going with you."
Jiang Fang was a little stunned, but when he came back to his senses, the smile on the corner of his mouth had a tendency to spread.
He murmured to himself, "'You guys'?"
He clenched his fingers in front of him, gritted his teeth, and repeated sourly, "… 'You guys'?"
Jiang Fang's tone was too subtle, which made Nan Zhou start to reflect on whether his pronouns were used incorrectly.
After confirming that it was correct, Nan Zhou raised his head and affirmed: "Yes, it has always been you."
Nan Zhou knew that everyone in the team wanted to be close to him, but were afraid of him.
The only real close connection he has with this team is Jiang Fang.
But on the other hand, although Nan Zhou is not sensitive, he can also know what is fluctuating far and near, fluctuating cold and hot.
Jiang Fang wanted to hug him countless times, but he would let go when he responded.
Only one night, when awakened by an unexplained nightmare, would he put his fingertips under his pillow and gently touch his knuckles, seeking some kind of comfort.
Based on Nan Zhou's thin experience of getting along with people, he couldn't figure out why.
From his point of view, he and Jiang Fang have come and gone, living and dying together. Up to now, you are still you and I am still me.
Jiang Fang asked him in a low voice, "Where do you want to go?"
Nan Zhou: "Take a walk. Maybe find another team and go through other dungeons."
Jiang Fang: "Can't we make a copy with us?"
Nan Zhou: "It's different."
Jiang Fang: "What's the difference?"
The two of them asked one question and answered the other, with a calm tone and a harmonious atmosphere, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with them.
But Nan Zhou noticed that Jiang Fang clasped the wrist of the other with one hand, as if suppressing something in his body.
His always steady hands were shaking.
This rare scene made Nan Zhou feel genuinely worried.
He asked back, "Brother Fang, are you not feeling well?"
… not uncomfortable, just not right.
This is so wrong.
In Jiang Fang's palm, the poker game, which has always been orderly and well handled, has been turned upside down.
Jiang Fang is now trying his best not to look at Nan Zhou, because he needs to restrain himself and not be distracted.
His eagerness surged in an instant, like a powerful tide, to engulf Nanzhou.
He wanted to lock him up, trap him, and not let him go anywhere.
Jiang Fang is a cunning rabbit, always used to leave a way for himself.
He knew where Nan Zhou's weakness was.
Nanzhou seems to be invincible, and the only natural enemy is the full moon.
But Jiang Fang has watched "Eternal Day" countless times, and he knows that Nan Zhou has a weakness that he may not even know about himself.
-In his head, there lived a small white peacock.
It was the product of the Glamour strain taking root in his brain.
It is both the source of his strength and his most easily grasped handle.
In other words, Nan Zhou's spirit is quite fragile.
If Jiang Fang wanted to, he could use Nan Zhou's absolute trust in him at this time to physically destroy Nan Zhou's spirit.
But Jiang Fang did nothing.
He just shook his hands slightly, stood side by side with him, looked at the moon, and let the tides in his heart shred and reassemble his sanity.
Seeing that Jiang Fang didn't answer, Nan Zhou didn't go to the bottom of it.
"It's different," he said.
Jiang Fang was pulled by his mind like a high-altitude bounce, and asked the most crucial question, which he had been avoiding all along, in a steady tone—
"Why?"
Why are you leaving suddenly
Did you do something yourself? Did it make him angry
Jiang Fang kept forcing to recall the little things he had spent with him these days, so much that he felt pain at the top of his heart.
Nan Zhou repeated: "'Why'?"
Next, the two fell into a strange and long silence and staring at each other.
Looking at his own reflection in his eyes, Jiang Fang suddenly woke up.
Nan Zhou was also asking him, "Why".
Nan Zhou touched his heart, recalling how he drew a circle on the stained glass that was parallel to his heart today, trying to circle people into his heart.
But at that moment, he clearly realized that Jiang Fang did not want to be trapped in his heart.
Because he is not human.
Nan Zhou read many books.
Those books were about human society, and a fixed program was implanted in his mind, which almost made him think that he was human too.
But that had nothing to do with him after all.
He couldn't dissect himself.
He couldn't tell if his happiness was also due to the secretion of dopamine.
He wondered if his love also stemmed from pheromones.
According to the book, a man does not have the female genitals to reproduce and reproduce, and he has all the male sexual characteristics in appearance, but because he is not a human being, he cannot even be sure whether he can conceive or not.
Nanzhou is just Nanzhou in the virtual world.
He is not cute.
Because no matter how human he is, he is not human.
Nan Zhou said, "You have been being pushed by the forces behind the game. Your purpose is to survive, pass the level, and get out alive. But my purpose is different from yours."
"I don't even know where I would go if I died here."
"Return to Never Town? Or disappear completely?"
"So, I want to leave you guys and find another way to get close to that power."
"Then… "
He didn't say what came next.
Compared with Jiang Fang's silence, Nan Zhou was frank enough.
But he could also feel a tiny, cutting pain in the apex of his heart.
This feeling was too unfamiliar, and Nan Zhou didn't know how to avoid it, so he could only let the unreasonable sourness in his heart scold him while looking at Jiang Fang earnestly.
"Brother Fang, you are my best friend."
He said clearly, "I think... I was born to spend these few months with you. This may be the same as everything I've experienced before, it's a plot in the book, but it's a very happy plot. Every day I've spent in town before, adds up to being happier."
Jiang Fang opened his mouth.
There are many things he wants to say.
They may be played by the originator until they die in a copy.
It is also possible that the initiators will get tired of playing with them one day, run them to death like ants, or throw them out of the game and let them return to their respective lives.
Of course, Jiang Fang believes that there is a deeper conspiracy brewing behind this.
The game is being perfected a little bit, and the copy is being updated little by little.
They are in it and feel deeply.
Today, their storage slot system, teammate system, game reward system and other modules have been running quite smoothly.
Their role as a group is more like a tester of the game.
Jiang Fang never pinned his hopes on the benevolence of these people behind the scenes, but he was not without hope.
If the other party can see their value in his eyes, then, does he have a chance to beg for an identity for Nan Zhou in the cracks
Jiang Fang has been thinking about these things.
He was not planning for Nanzhou for a moment.
It's just that he couldn't speak.
He never allows unsure promises, and he doesn't know where his future lies.
He didn't even know whether he should make an assertion and plan his future for Nan Zhou.
Is this the best solution for him
Nan Zhou has been quietly staring at Jiang Fang's lips, hoping that he can hear something from his mouth.
Not surprisingly, Jiang Fang was quiet.
It's just that there are extremely complex emotions surging in his eyes, the whirlpools under the sea and the crisscrossing ocean currents.
It was his soul struggling fiercely between reason and indulgence.
But Nan Zhou did not understand.
He only felt that Jiang Fang was apologizing and avoiding something.
As a result, Nan Zhou finally stopped holding unnecessary expectations and hopes.
"Brother Fang, you don't have to be sorry." Nan Zhou put his hand on Jiang Fang's shoulder and patted it comfortably, "Our relationship may not be as good as I imagined. You just don't like me, it doesn't matter. what."
He was cold and indifferent, and even the farewell rehearsed in advance said calmly and beautifully: "Brother Fang, it's nice to meet you."
Jiang Fang's heart beat violently.
His palms were closed, and when they were closed again, there was an extra pair of silver handcuffs.
He properly concealed this silver light and put it behind his back, not letting Nan Zhou see it.
With a painful heart, he asked Nan Zhou in a relaxed tone, "Do you want to sleep together today?"
Nan Zhou: "Yeah."
He chose to say goodbye in advance, also to make the separation less unexpected, and to prepare both parties.
Nan Zhou has always been very polite.
They went back to the room side by side, as they had done many nights before.
That night, too, they were lying face to face as the church bells rang.
Jiang Fang touched his arms and chest over and over again, as if it was a rare emotional presumptuousness before saying goodbye.
In fact, he was measuring and calculating how long the rope needed to tie him after he controlled Nanzhou.
He heard Nan Zhou ask him, "Brother Fang, what do you want to do after you go out?"
Jiang Fang's fingertips rested on his shoulder like a butterfly.
"After going out..." Jiang Fang said softly, "Who knows."
…
Time goes back to the present.
"After going out..."
Jiang Fang adjusted his sleeping position, and there was a smile in his final voice: "What does Teacher Nan want to do?"
Nan Zhou, who had no memory, also forgot those redundant troubles.
He thought about it seriously: "Go and see the sea."
Jiang Fang touched the hair on his forehead: "[Brain Invasion] In that world, isn't there a sea?"
Nan Zhou: "I didn't read it seriously at that time. It's also different from the book."
Jiang Fang: "You don't have to wait until you go out, we'll go see it tomorrow."
Nan Zhou: "Really?"
Jiang Fang: "Really. Think again, what do you want to do after you go out?"
Nan Zhou asked solemnly, "Will there be as many cars in the outside world as here?"
Jiang Fang said: "Yes. We will have them too. At that time, we will buy an RV and go camping around the world."
Nan Zhou: "Can one car drive all over the world?"
Jiang Fang: "Yes, as long as there is a road, we can go there again."
Nan Zhou was troubled by what he said, and said vaguely, "That's a long, long way."
Jiang Fang heard the drowsiness in his words, and softened his voice coaxingly: "Walk slowly, keep walking, and go to the place where we can't walk, we won't go. Live and live together, Die and die together."
Nan Zhou fell asleep with the dream Jiang Fang constructed for him.
In the dream, he dreamed of the church again, and a conversation with a faceless person by the window.
The conversation seemed unpleasant. After waking up, he forgot all the content as usual, but the feeling still lingered in his chest, which made him stunned for a while.
Until Jiang Fang silently hugged him in his arms, and rubbed his chin on his ear affectionately.
"Good morning."
…
Although the hotel they are in is cheap, there is a cafeteria on the ground floor that sells breakfast coupons.
The group room rate paid by the tour group includes a free breakfast coupon per person.
The three of "Cube Ark" simply groomed and came to the restaurant. They didn't see Shao Mingzhe, but saw the young couple with dark circles first.
Facing the scanty food on the plate, they stuffed it into their mouths bit by bit.
… After waking up at three o’clock, they hadn’t been able to fall asleep at all.
Li Yinhang was full of energy and took the initiative to greet them: "Good morning."
Cao Shuguang yawned: "Morning."
Before he could finish the yawn properly, Li Yinhang said with a smile, "Yesterday's tickets—"
... Cao Shuguang almost choked the yawn into his throat.
Yesterday, Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang lent them 400 baht to buy tickets for the bowing performance.
According to the agreement, they need to pay back 800.
What does it mean to open the door and go bankrupt? That's it.
After paying the money obediently, the originally sullen couple immediately cheered up and brought a dozen slices of dry bread, a plate of mint sauce, and two bowls of Tom Yum Kung noodle soup.
Their energy reserves for the day depended on this morning meal.
Sitting in the restaurant with the smell of exotic food, there was a faint mint smell of toothpaste in his mouth, and his sullen mind was awakened by the morning breeze, and Li Yinhang had the real feeling of being in a foreign country.
Yesterday, she came in a hurry, and she focused on the task, but the feeling was not as strong as it is now.
Li Yinhang's ultimate hobby is to save money, and the furthest trip is to leave home to go to college. He didn't expect to have the first experience of traveling abroad in the copy.
With a little secret excitement and anticipation, Li Yinhang placed his first chopsticks on the plate of Tom Yum Kung in front of him.
…then she put down the chopsticks silently.
The familiar lemongrass scent of the dish soap, mixed with a strong peppery scent, made her eyes go straight.
Nan Zhou, however, held the bowl very seriously, feeding himself noodles at a constant speed with one chopstick at a time.
Looking good.
Li Yinhang grinned straightly: "...Is it delicious?"
Nan Zhou said sincerely: "It's better than me."
Li Yinhang: "..." That's true.
"Put a cushion first." Jiang Fang folded his hands, pressed his chin, and smiled gently, "Today I will take you to eat something really delicious."
Li Yinhang said in surprise, "Aren't you going to do a mission?"
"No." Jiang Fang said, "Let's go to the sea."