Tarville closed his eyes: "Me too."
"You have to choose." Tavel turned abruptly, he let go of the white willow, his forehead hit the white willow, and asked him softly, "Antidote or poison?"
Bai Liu's hand fell empty and curled up.
Tarville looked at him calmly, his silver-blue eyes like a mirror placed underwater, and the swaying light of the water reflected Bai Liu's moodless, fluctuating face.
He said: "You should know what the antidote is, and make a choice."
Bai Liu's eyes were empty, and his memory passed through Tavel's eyes in an instant, drifting far, far away.
In the library of the old orphanage, old poems soaked in oil were spread out on Sieta’s knees. It was a summer afternoon, and the sun passed through his hair down in front of his forehead, as if passing through dense and loose. The branches, scattered into scattered grids of light, fell on the yellowed, shabby pages of the book.
There are floating dust and heat waves floating in the air, the window sill of the library is half open to the shade of unbuilt weeds, and the pool glows like fish scales under the scorching sun, like ten thousand diamonds spreading on the water. That's eye-catching.
Bai Liu was not interested in reading, so he put a book on his face sleepily, slept on his hands, and wet his neckline with sweat from the steam.
He no longer remembers exactly what he committed. In short, they were sent to clean up the library that seemed to have not been cleaned once in decades-this kind of punishment is common in Bai Liu and Xie Ta.
But fortunately, it was a small library. Sheta was not in a hurry. He sat quietly by the window sill and looked through the old books buried in the dust, and read in a low voice:
"How can I compare you to summer
You are not only more lovely than it, but also gentler than it,
…
But your long summer will never wither,
…
Or death boasting that you are wandering in other shadows,
When you are in immortal poetry as long as time.
As long as there are humans, or humans have eyes,
The gods will live forever and give you life. "
Bai Liu was finally awakened by Sheta's endless chanting. He took off the book covering his face. His eyes were lazy and he didn't open his eyes. Instead, he asked Sheta, "The last sentence is not like this, right? Don't read it. Reading to tamper with other people’s poems casually."
"The original sentence is [This poem will live forever and give you life]." Sheta was not annoyed even after being dismantled. She still looked at Bai Liu very peacefully, his eyes seemed to put the Bai Liu in, "I don't I can write poems, but I saw you in this poem."
"This poem suits you well."
Bai Liu thought through this too numb love poem praising his lover, pretending to stand up lazily and turned over, not looking at the Sheta behind him, and after a while quietly spoke again:
"Don't just find a poem to tease me."
"I didn't find a poem casually." Sheta said in a hurry, "Your long summer will never fade. This is a poem that describes your future. Someone will tell you."
"My future? What about you?" Bai Liu turned back, raising his eyebrows and piercing back, "Only my Changxia will not wither, will it?"
He was originally just a joke, but Sheta was quiet for a long time that day, before raising his eyes to look at him, his voice was as soft as a leaf that couldn't fall:
"I don't have summer."
He breathed slightly: "I just... secretly shared your summer."
Sheta looked at the lush summer scenery outside the window: "This summer is really lovely and gentle. It is the most beautiful summer I have ever seen, but these... don't belong to me."
"I will always leave."
At the end of that summer, Sheta disappeared at the bottom of the pool.
In the rose factory at the beginning of summer, the roses in May are in full bloom, which coincides with the first round of flowering.
The moment Tavel released it, Bai Liu seemed to have noticed something. He subconsciously grabbed Tavel's wrist and looked at him calmly: "You are leaving again, are you?"
"We will meet again." Tavel gently raised his other hand and stroked Bai Liu's eyelids and face, "This is not your summer and rose, I will not stay here, and you shouldn't stay here. "
Tavel's cold hands seemed to touch the ground on Bai Liu's skin, the feeling of snow falling on his face.
"When the sun disappears three-quarters, there will be deceased people looking for you who are cold and stiff. Don't be afraid of the difference caused by death, and don't be afraid of the broken cross in the snowy field."
"Don't be afraid of me who is alive or dead." Tavel held Bai Liu's head in his arms, leaned down and kissed his wet, rose-scented hair. "Don't be afraid that I will leave your summer."
"I am a fallen god who has no summer, but I have a whole winter waiting for you."
"Choose now, the antidote is still the poison." Tavel lowered his slender, snow-colored eyelashes, holding his arms tightly without any movement, just buried his head in the white willow in his arms, and lightly stroked the white willow. Dripping hair ends, "No matter what choice you make—"
"Are you going to leave?" Bai Liu asked muffledly.
Tavel was quiet and answered him honestly: "Yes."
Bai Liu calmed down again, but Tavel felt that Bai Liu's hands on his waist and abdomen were tightening-this is exactly the same as when he was a child.
Tavel suddenly wanted to laugh.
When encountering situations that I don't want to face, being angry with other children or teachers, or when I don't want to admit the difference, the fourteen-year-old Bailiu's surface is not moving, and even a few words of sarcasm.
But when people are not paying attention, the thin Bailiu will sneak back to hug the huge, patchy, elongated ghost doll, and bury it in motionlessly to release emotions—this is also the posture.
"But no matter what choice you have to make." Taville stroked the hair that was attached to Bai Liu's auricle, lowered his head close to his ear and whispered, "You are always the most important to me."
"No matter what else to go through, I will definitely come to see you."
Bai Liu slowly sat up from Tavel’s arms, and he looked straight at Tavel—he finally remembered why he didn’t have the habit of looking directly at people before he was fourteen, but only after fourteen. .
Because Sheta said: [Don’t look directly at me, I have terrible eyes]
Bai Liu teased him unkindly: [But if you don't look at you directly, how do you know that I am talking to you? In case I'm talking to other people, and you think I'm talking to you, wouldn't you be embarrassed? 】
Sheta was silent for a while and said: [But in this case, I can pretend that when you talk to all other people, no matter who you are looking at, I can tell myself that you are talking to me. 】
Bai Liu remembered that while Sheta said this to him at the time, he lowered his head deeper in order to cover his eyes and pressed his lips tightly.
—As it is now.
"Don't say this kind of words to leave." Bai Liu stroked the hair on Tavel's forehead, and leaned over, smiling as if complaining, "While showing this expression that I am more reluctant to leave than I am. ."
Ten years ago, Bai Liu said: "You don't have to pretend like this in the future. Essentially, I have only you as a person to talk to, and only you will really listen to every word I say. 】
[So no matter who I talk to, I actually told you to listen to it. I will always look into your eyes and talk. 】
[I don’t think you are scary. 】
Ten years later, Bai Liu said: "I will no longer be afraid of your death. In essence, death is already the most terrifying thing for mankind."
"And you will not die, no matter who gave you this point, whether it is a god or a devil, whether other people think you are a monster god or something else-to me, you are just Sheta, I think you It's good to be alive all the time."
"I don't think you are scary."
Bailiu paused, and then continued to say calmly: "The poison is a rose with dried leaves that grows out of your body, and the antidote is blood ganoderma pouring out of your blood, isn't it?"
When he saw that the diary was related to the orphanage, Bai Liu realized that he knew what medicine was.
The first functional explanation of blood ganoderma is that it can stop all negative buffs. This negative buff is likely to include the addictive state caused by dried leaf roses, and it happens that the factory director is the idol purchased from the orphanage—it is very likely that the tower Weier's body is also buried with the mother of blood ganoderma.
It's just that the blood vessels and organs cannot be formed intact due to being divided/corpse, so there is no way to produce blood that can irrigate Ganoderma lucidum.
The director of the factory should also know this, but he has completely lost control.
Compared with the [antidote] that can save him, it is obviously higher in concentration, and the [poison] that makes him crazy and addictive-rose perfume is more attractive to him.
He couldn't stop his desire for rose perfume, let alone put the core production tool (heart) back into Tavel's chest cavity, allowing Tavel to become a blood supply machine to produce blood ganoderma to save himself, which also completely destroyed him.
The principle of this game is also the same-after spying on the core secrets of the entire Rose Factory operation, there are two ways to put it in front of the player.
One is to continue to use the divided Tavel to bred dry leaf roses to produce rose perfume.
One is to absorb Tavel's blood, like the investors in the third copy, let the thorny blood ganoderma chain grow through Tavel's body, and continuously grow blood ganoderma that can save everyone.
The dry leaf rose has no thorns, and the smooth rhizomes with withered leaves happen to be complemented by the thorny, rose-like shrub branches of the blood ganoderma. These two plants are a complementary and restrained pair at the beginning of the design.
"Are you running away?" Taville stared at Bai Liu, "because you don't want to choose either."
"But there is no way-you should know that from the beginning of the design of this game, you can only choose from these two paths."
"That person is forcing you to make a choice-whether to save the world by torturing me, or to let the world suffer to make me feel better."
Bai Liu knows the head.
He knew it the moment he stepped into this game-so he has been avoiding the game.
—Someone is torturing Tavel, forcing him to return to White Six.