Solitary.
Xu Jiao always thought that this word could only describe a lonely person, but after being with Zheng Zhiyu, she found that staring at her shadow in the crowd became a very happy thing.
Later, they encountered some things one after another, mostly related to the mysterious power of this kind of metaphysics, and neither of them did that kind of superfluous rescue things, such as justice, which refers to people who are involved in bad things. , not someone who deals with the devil.
For example, in Xu Jiao's school, she locked the soul of her newborn child into a rag doll and used it as a capital to constantly grab other people's anger and beauty, but in the end she suffered a backlash and died tragically.
She is not called innocent.
People who make deals with the devil should start with the worst possible outcome.
Just like the monk.
His way is the way of longevity, and for this reason, he can take other people's lives without changing his face, paving the way for himself, and God will gradually lead everyone to the final path.
…
"Traffic light intersection.
The crowd came and went in a hurry, gray and black shadows passed over the zebra crossing, and the people who came and went were all brightly dressed, each wearing the most gorgeous leather.
But what is inside, only they themselves know.
Xu Jiao glanced over and saw different colors on the faces of many people, some with grayish white on their heads, some with gray shadows lying over their shoulders, and some with very dark shadows on their heads. The faint golden Buddha light, as if something was protecting him.
She looked back.
None of that has anything to do with her.
From this side of the road to the other side, no one can see the angle, a crimson color broke free from her shadow and quietly covered her back, discussing with her that she should go to the commercial street tonight Which new store opened to improve the food.
With tenderness and doting in her eyes, she responded slowly.
I don't know which milk tea shop's music is slightly louder, and the calm and pleasant voice babbles out. After careful identification, I found that it sang:
'... It doesn't take long to reach the destination. People come and go with kindness. This is the most ordinary day. Do you miss it too?'
'Don't chase, don't hurry, walk home slowly, just spend your time in vain without worrying about...'
Xu Jiao hummed a few words along with the song unconsciously.
It was indeed an ordinary day for her.
But this seems to be the life she and Zheng Zhiyu want to live.
The dusk sunlight shone on the tall building, and the peripheral light reflected lightly from the glass to her cheeks, a glittering gleam fell under her eyes, and her face was covered with a veil like jade.
A brisk smile appeared on her lips, and the people behind her accidentally caught a glimpse of her. They just temporarily transferred her to a flower shop by the roadside and bought a bunch of pure white fresh lilies with water droplets.
When she came out, she still had a bit of a complaint on her face, because the fresh lily was too expensive, and the red headphone cable was hanging around her ear, and people who didn't know just thought she was talking to her friends.
Only she knew that Zheng Zhiyu was ripping off her earphones, and she was arguing for her how beautiful this flower was, and what a pity she missed it.
She reluctantly tugged on her earphones several times, finally giving in to the evil forces behind her, quietly smelling the sweet smell still emanating from the lily stamens, and accepting that it was not a loss for her to spend money to buy the timely bloom of this moment. matter.
She held the flowers and walked away.
The shadow was pulled very long.
When turning the corner, it seems to be divided into two, and they are quickly merged together. You have me, and I have you.
Then, the figure was drowned by the vast sea of people.
—End of the full text of "Building Eighteen" —"
…
Xu Jiao opened her eyes and found that she was back in this false space. I wonder if it was her illusion. The keyboard on the table and the ergonomic gaming chair seemed to be getting old. Because she was forgotten.
She raised her hand and touched the rough leather surface of the armrest of the chair, her eyelashes twitched, her consciousness had returned, but her whole body seemed to remain in that sweet dream, and she didn't respond for a long time.
Even if the system's voice rang in her ears many times:
"Congratulations to the host for successfully ending "Building Eighteen"! The heroine Xu Jiao and her lover Zheng Zhiyu work together to break the villain's conspiracy, help justice, and save the common people. The love story of the world! Included by Lily Channel! This is the most perfect story I have ever seen written by you!"
Xu Jiao's eyes moved from side to side, and she raised her hand to press her temples slowly, before making a faint sound after a long time:
"Um."
Hearing her uneasy voice, the system asked a little puzzled: "Although the story of you and Zheng Zhiyu is not described in the text, and the extras only intercepted the happy part of you, but I remember that you have been together until old age. , and you left before her... What's the matter, aren't you happy about your relationship?"
Xu Jiao let out a sigh of relief.
She squinted her eyes, and in an instant she seemed to return to the time when she was about to leave. Zheng Zhiyu smiled at herself with that pale face that would never grow old, and her cool fingertips held her cheeks and said to her:
"Don't be afraid."
"No matter where you are, I will come to you, I will be with you forever, don't be afraid."
Taking back her thoughts, Xu Jiao looked at the computer desk in front of her again. She didn't know what to think. She raised her hand and summoned the book "Building Eighteen". She flipped through the ending. Now, the system heard her answer unhurriedly:
"happy."
After a pause, Xu Jiao said again, "I'm very happy."
It's just that there is a bit of sadness in this happiness.
If you have to describe it, it is like a big dream. Although people have woken up, their thoughts are still immersed in the previous Huangliang dream. The once full happiness has become empty, as if something important has been lost.
The system is not used to Xu Jiao's emotions, and after being in a dilemma for a while, she said again: "You... Look at the previous worlds, these people who have the same face as the heroine in your mind will eventually fall in love with you, the next one. Maybe you guys will meet again in the world, why don't you feel sad?"
Xu Jiao hooked her lips, not knowing what emotion flashed in her eyes.
When she heard this innocent speech, she said calmly, "I am sad because the next world will meet again."
Because the other party finally fell in love with him.
Next time, will that person continue this sweet dream
Is it to make her dream deeper
Or can't wait to do something about it when it picks up
Xu Jiao thought that she probably liked it a little more, so when she thought of this, she felt a little uneasy and a little gloomy, and she needed to calm down.
"I'll take a half day off," she said to the system.
Just half a day.
She reminisced about this dream for the last time, and then went to meet the new task.
…
at the same time.
in another space.
The same silence spreads here.
The system held back for a long time, and finally couldn't hold back and said, "You... Have you come back?"
The female voice replied quietly: "I'm back."
"You used to always ask me when you came back, how much the Creator's favorability rating for you has risen, why is this time so inactive—cough, let me tell you the good news! This time, the creator's favorability rating for you It's up 50! 50! It's 50! According to this trend, you can start making a wish when you collect 100! Don't you expect it!"
Compared to the system's level and agitated weird tone, the woman seemed to be much calmer. The anger and dissatisfaction when she found Xu Jiao unmoved earlier, as well as the anger, all faded from her.
She is very quiet.
There is no joy in getting close to the goal.
The system wanted to say something else, and she said again: "It's good."
"I've been waiting a long time for this 50 o'clock," she said.
The system pointed out: "But you don't seem very happy."
The woman calmed down for two seconds, and then asked, "Really? Have you ever heard a saying? People want to lie to deceive another person. The more they want to be believed, the more truthful the lie must be. What kind of lie is the best Real?"
System: "Huh?"
She gave the answer: "The lie that can deceive herself is the most real."
The space was silent again.
She smiled very lightly, the emotions in that laughter were too many and too complicated, and they disappeared quickly without being discerned. She looked down at herself, and after a long, long time, she spoke again:
"The next world..."
Having said this, she paused, as if she was struggling with something very difficult.
The system asked her, "What do you want in the next world?"
She replied: "According to my original plan, when the creator really fell in love with me, I must give her all the hardships and hardships that I have endured in her writings, and when I finally sit on an equal footing with her and can enter her sight I want her to feel the feeling of being trampled and dominated, I want to be her destiny, I want to be her god... But... "
The system took advantage of the situation: "But you fell in love with her?"
Her rebuttal came so quickly that even the system didn't respond: "I didn't."
After a few seconds, she repeated, "I didn't, I just..."
"Just... think of a little kid."
"I once taught that child to have self-esteem and self-love, not to easily trust other people's feelings, and not to be soft-hearted because of blood or other relationships. I think if she was a child I taught, she would be treated like this because she was too cold at first. Playing around, I should be sad."
The system couldn't understand her convoluted words like talking to herself, and only asked, "Then what exactly do you want?"
She was rarely confused: "I don't know either... I'm a little... I don't know what to do with her."
System: "You are still very kind."
She said: "Perhaps, I found that what she shaped the most about her characters was that no matter how much suffering she experienced, she would always maintain a positive and positive mind. After all, I was also created by her... Some things, I Can't get rid of it."
System: "Then you can decide with your heart."
It was rare for the woman not to refute this time. She thought silently for a while, and even nodded: "Okay, that's it."
…
Xu Jiao opened her eyes again.
"let's start."
The system was shocked by the speed at which she adjusted her mood: "You're just... okay? Don't you need to remember anything?"
Xu Jiao smiled and said, "What do you remember? It's not that my sweetheart dies and will be a widow, is there anything to be sad about? I talked about a very good relationship, no matter what happens in the future, at least it used to be beautiful, I should be happy— Well, let's go to the next world."
The system said to her: "Okay, the random drawing starts, ready to teleport..."
Dizziness came.
Xu Jiao tried her best to widen her eyes, and found a book that lit up with golden light, which was written on the rebirth story...
Xu Jiao: "...????"
She was shocked: "Is it counted as an extra? Is this also my work? Your system is too careless, isn't it? You won't be going through my diary and my graduation thesis in the future, right?"
The system was ashamed for a few seconds: "Well, what you said makes sense, I'll fix this bu."
Xu Jiao: "?!"
Is this system getting worse
The feeling of dizziness stopped, she was about to curse, but found that her throat was a little sore.
Xu Jiao's open lips had to retract the sound, she opened her eyes with difficulty, and her eyes first fell on a bright cold light, which was... a long sword.
The sword is very sharp, and even her appearance can be clearly reflected on it.
At this moment, the long sword was facing her neck.
Xu Jiao found that she was holding the hilt of the sword, and in front of her stood a man in black clothes. She had an awe-inspiring face, and she was obviously good-looking, but the Asura-like aura on her body overwhelmed everything and made people ignore her beauty. , I just remember her terrifying aura.
The other's star eyes were full of coldness.
It's like looking at ants.
As long as the long sword in his hand takes one step forward, it can pass through Xu Jiao's neck and send her back to where she came from.
Xu Jiao was not grasped by that momentum. Looking at this familiar face, she felt a very shallow pain in her heart, but she ignored that she was now in a kind of fear of dying.
Cold sweat dripped down his ears and down his neck.
Wet from clothes.
They looked at each other, and for a while, neither of them said the first word.