When Xiao Lan went back to sleep.
Luo sat alone in the empty and quiet living room.
Outside the window is a bright light, which looks a bit similar to the night scene of the city in reality, but everyone knows that all this is just a false appearance.
Hidden beneath it are players struggling between life and death.
He cast his gaze out of the window, as if staring into the night.
If you look closely, you will find that his eyes didn't fall anywhere, just staying in a void.
In the silence, Luo slowly recalled the two first meetings with Xiao Lan.
When he first met, although he erased Xiao Lan's memories, he hid them in the copy of the Crieff Academy.
Even the scattered fragments of him subconsciously guard these memories.
Perhaps, in his heart, he had secretly expected that the young man who had only one side would not forget himself.
When he met later, although he had forgotten a lot, he still remembered his name, and subconsciously betrayed the person who saw him. The smooth flow made him feel surprised.
Now that I think about it, it's really interesting.
Luo thought again that he had mentioned the word "gardener" in his memory.
At that time, he should not be a player, nor is he like an ordinary npc.
The so-called gardener is the person who is responsible for the cultivation, pruning, and care of plants.
What is he cultivating? Players
Why would he do this? What purpose does it have
In addition to the memories related to Xiao Lan, there is also a vague conversation in the memory he retrieved.
It was in a space of darkness and nothingness.
Luo was in the darkness, and not far in front of him was an invisible white light.
The light was bright and dazzling, as if it could penetrate all the fog.
Luo heard his own voice, and came from a darker shadow that was deeper than the darkness: "How many of them do you think actually don't want power?"
Bai Guang's voice was cold and mechanical: "No."
Sombra: "Oh, why?"
Bai Guang: "No life can resist power. This is their instinct."
Sombra: "Don't ask their opinions?"
Bai Guang: "They are already lucky to be selected. We don't need to give them extra right to choose."
Sombra: "The existence that came to the world is to make them stronger, not to die from unnecessary consumption and killing."
Bai Guang's tone did not waver: "The pressure to survive is the best motivation to become stronger."
Sombra: "I have no objection to this, but I think we can classify this kind of pressure and guide them to find a way that suits them more quickly."
Bai Guang was silent for a moment.
After a while, its flat tone sounded again: "Have you read any strange books recently? You are always interested in the extra information, and their opinions are affecting you."
"Haha..." Luo laughed when he heard his own voice, "We are not perfect beings either. It's interesting to look at other points of view, isn't it?"
"I think it needs a little change to come to the world, so I think it's a try."
"For example, the difficulty of the game can be graded, and people of different abilities can enter different game fields, which can prevent talented players from dying prematurely by accident."
"Secondly, players can set more rest time for them after completing a game. If the human spirit has been tense, it will cause serious psychological problems."
…
"How? Do you want to try it?" Sombra's voice ended the description of its plan.
Although its tone was calm, it tried literally, but it didn't mean to step back at all.
It's just like-
It doesn’t actually consult the other party’s opinions very seriously.
White light: "..."
Bai Guang fell silent again.
The light and the dark faced each other silently, and the space seemed dead and silent.
I don't know how long it took before a voice without ups and downs sounded: "Don't overdo it, my tolerance is limited."
The black shadow said with a smile: "I know."
After that, the light and darkness began to separate slowly, moving in different directions.
Hei Ying added faintly: "By the way, I have a name, remember to call me-Luo from now on."
No emotion could be heard in Bai Guang's tone: "Name... superfluous."
Sombra did not refute Bai Guang's words.
After all, this name is really useless, except for the white guy not far away, there is no need to know its name in this world.
And Bai Guang obviously had no interest in calling it by name.
In its eyes, these are superfluous things.
The name, for Sombra, is more like a flashy decoration.
But sometimes these impractical things can make people feel happy, don't they
Especially one, exclusive luxury.
The memories end here.
Luo who watched the conversation repeatedly recalled the empty space that appeared.
The endless darkness connected there with the envelope in his memory is too similar, emptiness and emptiness, as if time would not flow.
What the hell is this place
In his memory, he stayed in the dark for a long time, until he almost forgot his existence.
However, if it is in such a space.
Could it be that the time he was sealed was not as long as expected
More and more doubts appeared, but Luo's mouth twitched.
In the silence of the room, his light golden eyes flickered, appearing more dazzling than the night behind him.
He became more and more interested in his original identity and what happened at the time to become what he is now.
—
In the days that followed, Xiao Lan stayed in the descending world for training.
After all suddenly increased so much poverty value, he needs to spend time to adapt to his sudden increase in physique.
At the same time, in order to deal with the advanced game field later, combat power is an indispensable existence.
Every high-level player Xiao Lan has encountered, whether it is Wang Ke, Qi Ning or Cheng Wenyi, although their skills have their own focus, no matter whether they are any of them, they are absolutely not in combat effectiveness. Vulgar.
In the Descending World, maintaining one's own combat effectiveness is the most powerful guarantee for survival.
To this end, Xiao Lan added a lot of training to herself such as battles and skill exercises.
These trainings are difficult to carry out in the small training ground in the room, so recently he often soaks in the training ground in the player's residence all day long.
During this period of time, Xiao Lan often went out early in the morning, eating at the player's dining room casually settled, returning to the room exhausted until late at night, and then fell asleep.
Therefore, he had little time to spend with Luo, and even Luo used black cats to sell Meng Dafa and couldn't keep his attention.
In this way, when Xiao Lan was completely unaware, Luo's eyes gradually carried a dangerous aura.
But he is patient and has been waiting for the right opportunity.
Finally, the opportunity came.
One day, Xiao Lan returned to the room after finishing the intensive training.
As soon as he opened the door, Xiao Lan saw Luo sitting on the sofa and reading.
He seems to like reading very much, and he can see him reading a book at any time. There is the aroma of black tea in the air, which is the smell that Xiao Lan is most familiar with.
Luo looks a little different today, as if he was waiting for someone.
Seeing Xiao Lan coming in, Luo raised his head and smiled: "Welcome back, sir."
Xiao Lan walked towards him: "Are you waiting for me?"
Luo He wrote: "Sir, it's your birthday soon, is there any plan?"
Only then did Xiao Lan remember, it seemed that his birthday was indeed these few days, and he had been busy training recently, and he almost forgot about his birthday.
Xiao Lan thought for a while: "I don't have any special arrangements, but for my birthday, I should go back and see my mother. I used to spend time with my mother, and her tomb has not been cleaned for a while. She should miss me."
Luo: "Why don't it be arranged by me, how about taking it as an occasional break?"
Xiao Lan nodded and agreed: "Then I will trouble you."
—
On Xiao Lan's birthday, the two returned to the real world early.
Luo drove Xiao Lan in the car, and the two drove towards the suburbs where the cemetery was located.
Luo also asked Xiao Lan before if she wanted a better cemetery for her mother.
Xiao Lan thought for a while and still refused. His mother was not a person who indulged in enjoyment. Now this cemetery was chosen by her mother before she was alive. In the spring, she can just see the peach blossoms all over the mountain.
Want to come, she should like it here very much.
Xiao Lan felt that unless something went wrong in the cemetery, he would still respect his mother's choice, and did not want to change her to a gorgeous but unfamiliar new cemetery.
It's been months since I came to the cemetery this time.
Just in time for spring, the mountains where the cemetery is located are all full of peach blossoms, as if being in a pink cloud, like a lost secret in the world, completely different from the last time I saw it.
In the flowering period of peach blossoms, this may be the most beautiful cemetery in the world.
Perhaps it is Peach Blossom's credit to the people who come and go here to sweep the tombs, and their faces are less sad.
Thinking of your loved ones being able to sleep in such a beautiful scenery after death, the mood when sweeping the tomb will be a little lighter.
Looking at the peach blossoms in the mountains on both sides of the road, Luo praised: "She is indeed a lady of great taste."
Xiao Lan laughed: "Yeah... She is the best mother."
Maybe Xiao Lan's mother also considered her newly-adult son when she chose the cemetery, and wanted to tell him "Don't be sad, isn't it nice for mom to be here?".
This time Xiao Lan didn't choose the white chrysanthemum which is commonly used for tomb sweeping.
What he prepared for his mother was a lily, which was her favorite flower.
Xiao Lan expertly cleaned the surrounding weeds and wiped the dusty tombstone.
He didn't ask Luo to help. He cleaned all by himself. The whole process was like a silent communication between mother and child.
Luo just kept aside quietly, without going up to bother.
After cleaning, Xiao Lan placed Lily in front of her mother's grave.
He whispered to his mother what happened recently, and still concealed those dangerous content that would make her worried.
Finally, Xiao Lan looked at her mother with a gentle smile on the tombstone and said: "Recently, I have learned about some things related to my father, and there are many doubts in it. I will try to figure it out in the future."
"It turns out that Dad is actually a completely different person from what we know. Although I can understand his reasons, I can't agree with him. Mom, what do you think..."
"Don't worry, I've been doing well recently." Xiao Lan turned her head and pointed to Luo.
Luo walked to the grave and slightly nodded at the woman in the photo: "I will stay with Mr., please don't worry."
—
After leaving the cemetery.
Xiao Lan thought Luo would drive him out, but he didn't expect Luo to return home directly.
"Please wait a moment, I will come out during dinner." Luo went into the kitchen after speaking, and refused Xiao Lan's entry.
Xiao Lan originally guessed that Luo wanted to make cakes and dinner.
But in the afternoon he helped Luo sign for the cake.
Not long ago, I received Luo's ordered meal from the restaurant, and the portion was enough for them to eat.
Xiao Lan looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table, and couldn't help but fall into doubts—
What is Luo doing
The kitchen door was closed tightly, nothing could be seen, no smell came out.
Unable to guess the conclusion, Xiao Lan could only give up.
As long as it doesn't hide and paint, otherwise, in case of receiving a soul painting as a birthday gift, should Xiao Lan keep smiling or keep smiling with difficulty.
Once accepted this terrible setting, Xiao Lan felt that even if anything appeared after the kitchen was turned on, she wouldn't be surprised.
Finally, the kitchen door opened.
Xiao Lan was still surprised.
Luo just held a plate in his hand.
The plate is shallow, and there are some thin small discs inside, neat and cute, without any exaggerated pictures.
However, the biscuits that Xiao Lan was most familiar with were on the plate.
Since my mother passed away, I have never seen cookies again.
As the kitchen door opened, the air was filled with a thick buttery fragrance, and the small biscuits were wrapped in hazelnut and chocolate. Judging from the color, every bite must be crispy and crispy.
Luo handed the plate to Xiao Lan who was dumbfounded: "Would you like to taste it, sir, I tried to make it according to the description of the year."
Xiao Lan took a piece from the plate and took a bite—
The same taste as he remembered.
Luo quietly breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the changes in Xiao Lan's expression.
It seems to be done right.
Luo had never eaten the biscuits made by Xiao Lan’s mother. He just relied on Xiao Lan’s description, plus his speculation about Xiao Lan’s almost invisible preferences, and reproduced his memories with Xiao Lan bit by bit. The taste is exactly the same.
At Xiao Lan's shocked eyes, Luo smiled: "We agreed to eat this cookie together, didn't we?"
After going around for so many years, after everything has changed, the two strangely fulfilled the agreement that year.
Although Xiao Lan didn't make the biscuits, it was obviously better for the two people's physical and mental health.
Xiao Lan couldn't help saying: "Luo, you are really talented in cooking, I told you once, you can do exactly the same!"
Luo smiled and said lightly: "This is what I should do."
After speaking, he glanced at the kitchen door that he had closed easily, pretending to be nothing.
There are nearly two thousand pieces of scrap materials, three oven corpses, and the distorted remains of failed works that are too large to fit trash cans.
And, he was really farsighted when he bought a super suction range hood.
Don't let the husband see it.
Luo quietly made up his mind.