Stopping on the empty street with the appearance of prosperity, Nanzhou stopped to look back.
He witnessed the moment when Douzhuan fell and the lights went out.
There seems to be nothing special, but the moon is a little brighter than before.
Nan Zhou turned back and saw that Jiang Fang was discussing with Li Yinhang where to eat, with a semi-permanent smile on the corner of his mouth.
Since leaving "Douzhuan", Jiang Fang has not looked back.
That glass of wine worth hundreds of points, the seemingly intimate Boss Qu who clinked glasses with him before leaving, and the gold-selling cave that was destroyed by their own hands, after Jiang Fang got out and walked out, it was no longer worth his investment. glance.
Nan Zhou became more and more curious.
He knew that Jiang Fang was cold, suspicious, selfish, and sometimes even cunning, despicable, and vicious.
Nan Zhou never hated him like this.
In Nan Zhou's eyes, humans are extremely fragile creatures.
As long as they don't take the initiative to hurt others, they have good reasons to use various means to protect themselves.
Jiang Fang was just the one in the middle who could protect himself well and treat him well.
This is already very good.
But, just as Qu Jinsha wondered, why would such a person have the energy to like others.
Especially that person is himself.
Nan Zhou did not feel inferior, but simply confused.
While thinking about it, Nan Zhou suddenly heard a voice approaching: "Mr. Nan?"
He raised his face, almost touching Jiang Fang's face.
Jiang Fang gently nudged his forehead with his index finger: "Let's go."
Nan Zhou could see the trajectory of his movements clearly, but he could not help but tilt his head back.
He touched his forehead and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Celebration feast."
Although there is a completely unknown copy waiting for them next, but this time they went to the casino, they did achieve an unprecedented success, crushing the whole process with the attitude of a winner, it can almost be said to have plundered the "douzhuan" "All, the points at hand doubled directly.
It really deserves a little celebration.
Nan Zhou lowered his hand: "Okay. Where are we going?"
…
The night of "Homeland Island", with vegetation, dew
The fragrance of water, stars and moon, each of which is vivid and charming.
An unknown mountain bird with a small yellow beak raised its neck and babbled with great interest, but after a long while, as if remembering that this was not the time to let it roar, he shyly accepted it. With a sound, he felt ashamed, spread his wings and flew away.
Unlike "Paper Gold", "Homeland Island" has never been a night city.
At night, the merchants are all closed and locked, and everyone goes home to sleep peacefully and return the night to nature.
But this kind of tranquility is just right to shake off the prosperity and fatigue brought by "paper gold".
On the open lawn covered with night dew, a huge soft waterproof cloth was laid to make a picnic mat.
There was a dozen cider on the edge of the cushion.
This is bought at "paper gold", the degree is very low, it is said to be wine, but it is actually fruity sparkling water.
A row of evenly spread charcoal fires roasted the meaty aroma that filled the world.
The soft moonlight is their sky lantern.
Nan Zhou was biting an apple, lying flat on the corner of the picnic cloth, looking up at the moon that was about to be round and not yet round, with the quiet voices in his ears.
Chen Sufeng squatted on the side and skewered the skewers, and placed the skewers, chicken wings and vegetables neatly on the iron plate.
Li Yinhang frowned in the face of the sizzling chicken wings, but one corner was burnt, and carefully cut off the burnt corner with scissors to cover up his mistake.
Nan Zhou turned over and looked at the other end of the lawn.
Because Yuan Mingqing knew that he was out of place, he simply tried his best to reduce his sense of existence, and sat quietly on the lawn, thinking about his own thoughts.
Shao Mingzhe finally met the South Pole star he was thinking of.
One person and one mouse squatted on the lawn, looking at each other, observing each other, their posture and expression were the same, and they were a little wary when testing.
It was Shao Mingzhe who took the initiative to stretch out his finger and gently hung it on the forehead of Nanji Xing.
Nanji Xing tilted his head, feeling that he understood what he meant.
It opened its mouth and bit Shao Mingzhe's finger out of blood.
… Shao Mingzhe was stunned.
After regaining his senses, he silently chased the South Pole Star jumping up and down on the lawn.
A palisade of clouds lightly imprisoned the moonlight.
Nan Zhou took a deep breath.
The moist breath of the soil and grass roots that was close at hand poured into his nostrils, softening his nerves a little bit.
Suddenly, there was a warmth around him.
Jiang Fang lay down beside him: "Remember? This is Yi Shuige's handwriting."
Of course Nan Zhou remembered.
The day he first met Yi Shuige, he reported himself as a design consultant for the "Homeland Island" module.
In his hands, the NPCs and players of "Homeland Island" live an idyllic life, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. As long as they plan properly, everyone can live a good life of self-sufficiency.
Of course, there are still some challenges in life. For example, when choosing a tower defense game, players are at risk of injury, and of course, there is a chance of rare seeds bursting out.
For most players, this is just an Anle Township that can greatly satisfy their collection addiction. It is closer to nature than "Paper Gold" and "Rusty City", more realistic than "Squirrel Town", and more realistic than "Old City State". Fewer disputes.
Nan Zhou couldn't help but think of the young man wearing brown sunglasses, always cheerful, but always happy to be a vigilante with blood on his hands.
Is this paradise, the "home" in Yi Shuige's dream
Nan Zhou thought, the human heart is indeed a very complicated thing.
Yi Shuige, who kills and kills, yearns for a rural life, and Jiang Fang, who has always been pragmatic, also likes little paper figures.
Because Nan Zhou looked at him with too much concentration, the keen Jiang Fang easily caught the clue.
He smiled and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Nan Zhou said bluntly, "Look at you."
Jiang Fang kept his voice low: "What were you thinking when you looked at me?"
"I was thinking you liked me."
While speaking, Nan Zhou subconsciously touched his lower abdomen and slowly traced the traces and shapes that Jiang Fang had pushed in.
It was just a meeting that happened in a dream, but Nan Zhou's painting talent and memory were enough for him to perfectly restore every ups and downs and movements at that time.
He had no idea how innocent and lewd his actions were.
Noticing his movements, Jiang Fang's Adam's apple moved slightly, coughed lightly, and held his wrist. Just as he was about to say something to distract his attention, he heard Nan Zhou ask, "...But, why?"
Before, Nan Zhou had never thought deeply about it.
Why does Jiang Fang like him.
If it is just a childhood friend who yearned for him, planting an apple tree for him will be enough.
And Jiang Fang gave him the feeling that he loved him before the two met on the bus.
Based on the context, Jiang Fang understood Nan Zhou's question.
But when it comes to the topic of "like", Jiang Fang is still a little reluctant to express.
He bypassed the straight ball sent by Nan Zhou: "Why, do you think you are not good-looking?"
Nan Zhou affirmed: "It looks good."
Jiang Fang couldn't help laughing: "So confident?"
Nan Zhou approached Jiang Fang, and said in a low voice, "I compared it with others, and I look good."
Jiang Fang held back a smile and asked, "Do you think you have a bad personality?"
Nan Zhou: "I think it's okay."
Jiang Fang: "Do you think you are not smart enough?"
Nan Zhou: "I don't think so."
Jiang Fang: "Good-looking, smart, and good-natured, isn't that not enough to be liked?"
Nan Zhou had one thing in mind and said, "But I..."
Before Nan Zhou could finish speaking, Li Yinhang took the first plate of freshly baked barbecued meat and turned his head smoky: "It's time to eat."
Shao Mingzhe sat on a tree far away, his slender legs hang down naturally, and he swayed like a swing in the air, and he had no intention of participating in their party.
The other five were sitting together.
The composition of these five people is extremely complex. People, high-dimensional people, and paper people have different relationships.
But when they were drinking and drinking freely under the same sky, their moods were invariably close to each other.
Li Yinhang drank the fruit wine in one gulp, and the cool feeling seeped into his stomach all the way.
The slight smell of alcohol made her let out a "ha" from her heart.
She asked, "What wishes do you all want to make?"
No matter what the game side plans to arrange for them, at present, it seems that they are only one copy away from the final victory.
Their five-man team was also assembled.
She didn't think it was too much to talk about wishes.
She gestured: "Since everyone can make a wish, as long as our wishes do not conflict with each other, can we form a big wish?"
This is really ideal.
But there was one sentence that no one said.
The premise of making a wish is that all five of them must survive the final level.
Of course, no one would choose to say unpleasant words at such a time.
Li Yinhang took the lead in making a positive statement: "I hope all those who died because of "Gravity" will come back to life."
Yuan Mingqing took a bite of the meat, chewed it slowly, and said, "My wish, I haven't thought about it yet."
He was indeed hesitating, whether to rescind the contract or save Tang Song.
He added: "...In short, it won't hurt your interests."
Jiang Fang smiled and said: "No problem, Mr. Yuan will be the first to make a wish. Even if you make a wish that is not good for us, we can at least make a wish so that your wish will not come true."
Yuan Mingqing knew that his position was not to be trusted. Regarding Jiang Fang's vigilance, he only raised the corner of his mouth politely and did not refute it.
"Brother Yu's wish was promised from the beginning, to resurrect my brother."
Chen Sufeng also said: "As for me, I have already thought about it, and I want Brother Yu's legs to get better. Now there is a small problem. If Miss Li can resurrect all the dead, then I will let me Brother survived. No matter what, I have to fulfill one wish."
He raised the glass of ice-cold dew floating around, and after drinking it, he wiped the corner of his lips, and said vaguely, "As long as you can survive, it's fine."
Having said that, the atmosphere became a little dignified.
Jiang Fang held his cheeks: "Well, I haven't made up my mind yet. After all, there is only one wish, no matter what, you should choose well. Just skip me first."
He looked at Nan Zhou: "Mr. Nan, how about you?"
Nan Zhou said, "My wish was made at the Wishing Pond from the very beginning."
Jiang Fang casually asked with a smile, "What is it?"
In the past, when asking him this question, Nan Zhou's choice was often to avoid and not answer.
But this time, Nan Zhou gave an honest answer: "I want to become human."
This time, Li Yinhang was really curious: "Why?"
She did remember that Nan Zhou made a wish at the beginning of the game, and even won a useless easter egg.
But at that time, according to the timeline, he had just escaped from "Eternal Day", where did he come from
Hearing this wish, Jiang Fang's hand, which had been surprisingly stable from beginning to end in the casino, seemed to have been pricked by a needle, and shook violently, pouring out some liquor.
It's just that in the dark, no one noticed his gaffe.
"I don't know."
Nan Zhou tried his best to recall, but there was only a shadowy impression left.
When he was told that "if you make a wish, it will come true", the first wish that popped into Nan Zhou's mind was this.
Exactly why.
Nan Zhou tried to recall, but found that the answer was like a needle prick, and it hurt a little when it fell on his heart.
He stroked his chest slightly and replied:
"It seems to be because someone told me that if I were human, it would be great."
The author has something to say: if you come out and mix, you will have to pay it back sooner or later.