Lu Zhiwei didn't know what Lao Wu meant by this sentence.
What does it mean not for the main brain, but for her
Could it be that the method of returning to the first floor is very unfavorable to her
"What do you mean?" she asked bluntly.
Lao Wu didn't say anything this time, but said sternly: [This question is beyond the scope of your question.]
"..."
Lu Zhiwei simply changed the question: "In the world system, will the second layer be repaired immediately after being broken, or will it not be repaired, and the world will stay on the first layer forever?"
Old Wu said: [I said that your world is like a newborn, immature, and the construction of the second-tier system is not simple.]
— so the latter.
When Lu Zhiwei heard this, his heart to return to the first layer of the world was even more determined.
But she asked Lao Wu how to get back to the first floor, but Lao Wu was unwilling to tell her.
Not wanting to say it means that there is indeed a way to go back, not that there is no way.
Recalling her past, recalling Fang Xiaoying's tears, she closed her eyes heavily.
If she doesn't know anything, she can still be a fool.
But once she found out, she couldn't sit idly by.
Children who have lived in the dark can better understand the gray characters' longing for light, and can better understand the gray characters' simple wishes.
They just want to live a normal life...
And asking her to step on other people's beautiful dreams to be a glamorous and dazzling protagonist, what is the difference between this and murder
It's just that there is no blood on the hands, and murder without blood is even more terrifying.
Since Lao Wu is unwilling to tell her, then she can think and guess by herself.
Perhaps the way back to the first floor is very simple
Perhaps a long time ago, Lao Wu unintentionally disclosed the method of returning to the first floor
She needs to think about it, she has to think about it...
There must be a way...
There must be!
I sat silently thinking about it for a while, to no avail.
Lu Zhiwei covered his eyes in distress.
She is not calm enough now.
This cruel world system was constantly stirring her thoughts and feelings, making her angry and sad.
She needs to be calm, and only when she is calm can she think.
There is a cold wind blowing outside the house, maybe blowing some air can calm you down.
So she got up slowly with red eyes.
He opened the balcony door and walked out.
But at this moment, she heard Lao Wu asking nervously: [What are you doing?]
Lu Zhiwei suddenly stopped in his tracks.
The wind blew across his face, making his cheeks cold and the tip of his nose flushed.
She stood motionless in the cold wind, thin, lonely and quiet.
Standing on the balcony and looking around, under the gloomy sky, there are many tall buildings, but the bustling is still there.
Looking down further, the railing is covered with a thin layer of plain snow.
After a while, she walked to the railing and brushed off the snow with her hands.
Grasping the railing with both hands, he leaned out and looked down.
His vision seemed to hit the ground suddenly, dizziness hit his forehead, and his limbs felt cool.
Looking at such a tall building, such a far ground.
Two words came to her mind: death and pain.
She is a person who is afraid of pain.
Lao Wu's tone was still tense: [This is very dangerous, go back to the house!]
Lu Zhiwei still didn't move.
She maintained this posture, and suddenly asked: "This is the method."
Old Wu was stunned for a moment.
Lu Zhiwei grasped the railing with ten fingers: "You said before that when the protagonist dies, the aura will disappear completely."
Lao Wu was dumb for a moment.
Lu Zhiwei slowly raised his head to look at the dim sky.
As an actor, you must learn to shape a character from all aspects to make it a three-dimensional image.
Tone is one of them.
So Lao Wu's reaction had already given her the answer.
The protagonist is the center of the world, and the world naturally revolves around the protagonist.
Once the protagonist dies and the halo disappears, the entire second-tier system will definitely collapse.
It's just that the protagonist always has the protagonist's halo to protect the body, so it's not so easy to die.
That's why Lao Wu also said before, as long as he finds a way that is sure to die.
Lu Zhiwei remembered that Lao Wu said this to her in a relaxed tone at that time, and none of them would have thought that she would move this idea at that time.
—Because she is afraid of pain.
She used to live hard because she was afraid of pain.
But now I don't know how many little transparent people who are not afraid of pain have gone before her.
She couldn't stop thinking about these things, not thinking about the bitterness of the gray figures, her conscience didn't allow her to live like this.
Lu Zhiwei closed his eyes, opened them again, and looked down at the bottom of the building again.
Jumping down like this, there is no obstacle, and there will be no garbage truck passing by to catch her, and she will definitely die.
But it will be very painful...
It must be very painful...
Lu Zhiwei's face turned pale.
The ten fingers holding the railing were so hard that they turned white.
The cold wind and the fear in her heart were intertwined, torturing her in turn.
Old Wu was still persuading her: [Zhiwei, you can't do this!]
She was afraid, but she still gritted her teeth and asked stubbornly, "Why can't I do this?"
As long as the protagonist dies, everyone can return to the first floor.
There are only two protagonists in this world, she loves Sang Wanci dearly, she is reluctant to let Sang Wanci die, and she doesn't want to be so selfish.
It has always been to persuade people to live, how can anyone persuade people to die
And now, as long as she dies, many people will be reborn...
[If you die, no one will remember you anymore!]
Lu Zhiwei paused.
[Lu Zhiwei,]Old Wu showed anxiety, [You die, the world will indeed return to the first floor, it will return to the original point, but no one will remember you anymore, because you are dead, completely dead, Understand? !]
A special mechanism exists in the two-tier system.
Even if the protagonist returns to the first floor by means of self-destruct, he will disappear.
Because the system will judge such protagonists as viruses that need to be removed, and completely erase them from this world.
That's the price.
This is why Lao Wu is unwilling to tell her this method now.
In the past, it was said that she was afraid of pain and would not self-destruct and seek death.
It's different now.
[Zhiwei, Zhiwei, listen to me.
[If you die, Lu Sijiao, Ying Xize, and your favorite Sang Wanci...everyone around you will never remember you again!
[Think about Sang Wanci, you love her so much and want to be with her so much, are you willing to let her forget you? Are you willing to just disappear from her world
[Zhiwei, think about it, think about it...]
Hearing this, Lu Zhiwei felt chills all over his body, and his legs no longer had the strength to support him.
She squatted down slowly, pressing her forehead against the cold glass.
The eye sockets suddenly turned red, and he closed his eyes tightly.
She couldn't bear it.
She was afraid of being forgotten, she thought everything would come back, including her.
She is also afraid of pain, more than anyone else.
But she also couldn't bear to see others stuck in the gray label for the rest of her life...
At this moment, her heart was tortured like never before.
The bone-piercing wind whizzed by, patting her desolate back mercilessly.
The sky is gloomy, as if God is also preoccupied.
…
At night, the high-rise buildings outside will light up one by one, gathering little by little into the sea of stars.
Even in the cold winter, as long as there is light, it will make people feel warm.
There was no light in the room, and the light was dim.
It's snowing and gloomy today, and the moon doesn't even bother to look at it at night.
Lu Zhiwei sat on the sofa with a blanket on his legs and looked out of the French windows motionlessly.
She just sat in the room all night, not thinking about eating or drinking.
She still hasn't decided whether to go or stay.
Now she just wants to see Sang Wanci as soon as possible.
I want to see her, I want to hug her, I want to ask her if her work is going well, as before, that's all...
At midnight, Sang Wanci sent a message.
She said she would go back to Anshi tomorrow night.
Lu Zhiwei glanced at the time, and finally there was a slight change in his expression.
[Lu Zhiwei]: Still working
[Sang Baobao]: I just finished work.
[Lu Zhiwei]: Go back and rest
[Lu Zhiwei]: Come back safely
[Lu Zhiwei]: I am waiting for you at home
-I'll wait for you at home.
Almost as soon as she sent it out, she temporarily put down all the questions.
She just wants to meet the person she likes now.
She never realized that this sentence could carry so much expectation.
[Sang Baobao]: Good.
[Sang Baobao]: Zhiwei hasn't slept yet
[Lu Zhiwei]: I was thinking about something and soon fell asleep
[Sang Baobao]: What's the matter
Lu Zhiwei looked at these three words, and suddenly stopped typing.
If it was the past, she would honestly tell Sang Wanci what she was thinking, because everything was normal and within the acceptable range of the world.
This time she couldn't be honest.
She couldn't tell Sang Wanci that what she was thinking about was death and life, something beyond this world.
Her Wanci is innocent, it's better not to know anything, don't worry like her, don't be sad like her.
So she pretended to be relaxed and replied: [I was thinking about what to cook for Teacher Sang tomorrow]
[dumpling. ]
Sang Wanci replied like this.
She still likes the dumplings she made very much, and she is very fond of them.
Seeing her answer, Lu Zhiwei smiled for the first time tonight.
[Lu Zhiwei]: Okay, let’s make dumplings
…
Lu Zhiwei postponed the work for the past few days.
She's not in the right mood for any work right now.
She didn't want to do it either, she didn't want to work hard for the top class, and she didn't want to help the mastermind persecute anyone who used to be her.
Lu Zhiwei has worked so hard for so long, it is rare for him to ask for a vacation.
Wen Yao agreed very considerately.
Lu Zhiwei picked up his mood again, went out to buy vegetables, and prepared to make dumplings for Sang Wanci.
Lao Wu doesn't dare to exit the monitoring interface when doing other things now.
He always feels that everything Lu Zhiwei does now has a vague sense of death, like "the last time before he dies".
At present, Lu Zhiwei is only focused on making dumplings for Sang Wanci.
…
Sang Wancigang and Zhang Xianrui got off the plane and got into the nanny car.
Xiaoqiu went to the pharmacy to buy cold medicine and mineral water.
Sitting in the passenger seat, she unscrewed the cap of the bottle and handed it to Sang Wanci, opened the medicine, and handed her two pills according to the instructions.
"Thank you." Sang Wanci replied, her voice was dull because of illness.
Zhang Xianrui touched her forehead and said to the driver, "Master Zhang, go to the hospital, she needs an injection."
Sang Wanci turned her face away and sneezed, her eyelids were a little heavy.
She didn't expect to have a fever and a cold.
So he was sent to the hospital resignedly.
Zhang Xianrui took out a blanket from behind and covered her body: "Take a nap first, and I'll call you when we arrive.
"I will help you get rid of the work these days. If you are sick, take a good rest first. Don't be stubborn this time."
Sang Wanci nodded slightly, and soon fell asleep leaning against the back of the chair tiredly.
She didn't have much time to rest these days, and she was really exhausted.
Zhang Xianrui and Xiaoqiu looked at each other in blank silence.
Zhang Xianrui picked up her phone and sent a message to Meng Lianyu: [Your niece has a cold and a fever. ]
Meng Lianyu replied in seconds: [Did you take her to the hospital? ]
[Zhang Xianrui]: On the way
[Zhang Xianrui]: I am going to let her go home after the injection
[Meng Lianyu]: Well done
She secretly glanced at Meng Langcheng.
[Meng Lianyu]: Which hospital? I am coming now
…
Sang Wanci hung up the needle water and fell asleep in a daze.
When Meng Lianyu arrived, she was already asleep.
In order to let her rest well without being disturbed, Zhang Xianrui specially asked for a ward in the hospital when there were enough wards.
Meng Lianyu said that she would reimburse all expenses by herself.
Zhang Xianrui waved his hand: "No need, the money your Meng Dong gave is enough. By the way, does he know about Wan Ci's illness?"
Meng Lianyu looked at the sleeping person on the hospital bed, asked Xiaoqiu to take care of her, and then went out to talk with Zhang Xianrui.
"Call me when Wan Ci wakes up." Meng Lianyu said as she left.
Xiao Qiu nodded and responded softly.
The two found an empty window to stand and chat.
Meng Lianyu said: "My brother doesn't know yet."
Zhang Xianrui asked: "Isn't he most concerned about the health of his family members? You don't intend to let him know that his daughter is sick?"
"Of course not, he must know about it."
Meng Lianyu crossed her arms and looked out the window with a meaningful smile.
"But only when Wan Ci is awake."
Zhang Xianrui: "?"
Meng Lianyu smiled and said, "I'm going to tell my brother that Wan Ci passed out from filming and was sent to the hospital."
She just wanted Meng Langcheng to know that the child should not be forced.
It just so happens that what he cares most about is the health of his family, so she will let him know in advance how it feels for his daughter to go to the hospital because of exhaustion from work, and see if he will force her in the future!
Zhang Xianrui raised her eyebrows after hearing this: "You're not afraid that your brother will be angry with you if he finds out."
Meng Lianyu brushed her hair indifferently: "It's important to resolve the conflict between father and daughter, so what's the point of getting angry? Anyway, he's not less angry with me."
Zhang Xianrui smiled, and had nothing to say about the way the siblings got along.
The two chatted for more than ten minutes, and the ball came out.
"Mr. Meng, Miss Zhang, Xiao Sang is awake."
Meng Lianyu turned around and walked towards the ward immediately.
After Sang Wanci slept for a while, she felt much better.
Lying on the bed, she was a little surprised when she saw Meng Lianyu: "Auntie?"
"Lie down and lie down," Meng Lianyu said, "It's cold, so wear more clothes when you go out, you might get sick if you're not careful."
Sang Wanci looked at her calmly, without rebuttal.
Meng Lianyu tucked her quilt and stroked the top of her hair.
"Wanci, Auntie has something to discuss with you."
…
The black leather shoes stepped on the clean floor of the hospital, and their steps were anxious and impatient.
When the nurses blinked again, they could only see the corner of the man's windbreaker, which was as fast as a gust of wind.
Meng Langcheng frowned tightly, his face full of anxiety.
Meng Lianyu just said on the phone that his daughter fainted from overwork and was sent to the hospital.
Now his daughter is lying in the ward with needles and water.
He didn't expect this to happen.
His heart was suddenly terrified.
—He couldn't lose this daughter any more.
Stepping out of the elevator, he soon saw his sister's familiar face.
He couldn't help but speak, his voice seemed anxious: "Lianyu."
"Brother," Meng Lianyu pointed to the door of the ward, "wanwan is inside."
Meng Langcheng nodded, opened the door and entered.
The moment he stepped into the room, his footsteps suddenly stabilized again.
Seeing Meng Langcheng coming, Zhang Xianrui greeted Meng Lianyu and prepared to leave with the ball.
This is their family business, and outsiders don't need to stand here to block their eyes.
Meng Lianyu offered to invite them to have dinner near the hospital, as a thank you for their care of Sang Wanci.
Anyway, from her brother's steps just now, it can be seen that the father and daughter can talk well.
Seeing this, Zhang Xianrui didn't refuse, and happily rubbed her a meal.
She also picked up their driver master.
Small balls don't matter, as long as there is something to eat.
But as she was walking, she suddenly thought of Lu Zhiwei.
Sang Wanci was drowsy all the way, never touched her cell phone, so she must have not reported her safety to Lu Zhiwei, and Lu Zhiwei must be worried why she hasn't come back yet.
With that in mind, she opened WeChat.
[Xiaoqiu]: Ms. Zhiwei, Xiaosang has a cold and a fever. She is currently receiving an injection in the hospital, so she will go back later.
Lu Zhi replied in a few seconds.
[Sister Zhiwei]: Which hospital
…
Sang Wanci was lying on the hospital bed with his coat and bag in the chair.
She looked sideways out the window, silent.
She didn't turn back until she heard the sound of the door opening.
Her father was standing at the door at this moment.
Meng Lianyu asked her if she wanted to see whether Meng Langcheng cared about her or not.
She nodded.
Her heart really cares about this matter.
There is no child who does not care whether his parents care about him or not.
What's more, she and her dad used to be so close.
She used to be proud of being their child.
Then Meng Langcheng came.
He was standing at the door, with snowflakes on his shoulders that he hadn't had time to brush off.
"dad… "
For some reason, Sang Wanci's nose suddenly became sour.
As soon as he heard her hoarse and crying voice, Meng Langcheng's heart softened immediately.
What else did he want her to do
What exactly is he doing
How could he force the child to be like this...
What Lu Zhiwei said was right, it was wrong for him to force his wife's dream on his daughter.
He was stuck in obsession, and it was wrong to ignore his daughter's appeal.
He made his daughter have no self-confidence, just wrong...
He can't go on like this.
Zhiqing is gone, he can't lose Wanci anymore...
Meng Langcheng put down everything, sat by the hospital bed, and took the initiative to hold his daughter's hand.
Sang Wanci looked at her father and said, "Dad, I still want to be an actor."
She loves acting, she loves doing what she loves.
Give her another chance, she will still choose this way.
Meng Langcheng was not angry this time.
He held his daughter's hand: "Is there any more? Just want to do this?"
Sang Wanci immediately remembered her childhood.
When she was young, she liked to listen to her parents telling her stories before going to bed.
No matter how busy Meng Langcheng was at work, as long as she said she wanted to hear her father tell a story, he would sit by her bed and tell her a story to lull her to sleep.
At that time, Meng Langcheng's tone was the same as now. After telling a story, he would gently ask her: "Is there any more? Do we Wanci only want to hear this?"
Memories are wrapped in sour tears.
Sang Wanci's eyes suddenly became moist.
She didn't know how long it had been since the father and daughter had spoken like this.
"Dad," she said crying, "I just want to choose my own life, I don't want others to arrange my life.
"I'm a living person, I'm not a puppet...
"I don't want to be a puppet..."
Speaking of the latter, she had tears in her eyes and tears in her voice.
She hates being a puppet, she doesn't want to be controlled.
She just wants to choose her own life, just wants to be a free person.
This was the first time Sang Wanci cried in front of her father since she grew up.
Without her usual composure and calmness on the screen, at this moment she is just a child who wants her father to understand her.
Her request is so simple.
Meng Langcheng knew that he was wrong, very serious.
He made his daughter suffer too much.
He is not a qualified father.
He is sorry for his late wife...
"I'm sorry," he got up and hugged his crying daughter, feeling extremely guilty, "I'm sorry Wanci... Dad was wrong, Dad is sorry for you..."
Seeing his father bowing his head and hearing his apology, Sang Wanci's grievances suddenly snowballed, and tears couldn't stop falling.
Leaning on her father's chest, she returned to him with tears all the grievances she had suffered at his side these years, letting him hear and know.
Meng Langcheng's eyes turned red when he heard this, and he said sorry one after another, promising that it would never happen again.
The door of the ward was gently closed again, as if no one had ever been there.
Lu Zhiwei didn't go in to disturb the father and daughter.
Meng Langcheng heard Sang Wanci's appeal, and she heard it too.
To live a free life.
To have a life of choice.
Be free to do whatever you want.
She is standing outside the ward.
Sang Wanci made peace with her father. She should have been happy for her, but at this moment, she couldn't be happy at all.
She even began to doubt herself.
Lao Wu said before that she has a system, and all the auras of the protagonists will not affect her, and she can see the most authentic Sang Wanci.
Ke Sang Wanci has no system.
So was Sang Wanci's love for her really won by her sincerity and ability
In the eyes of the unsystematic Sang Wanci, isn't her kindness exaggerated by the halo
If she didn't have the aura of the protagonist, would Sang Wanci still be able to see her and still like her
Just like the original hero Qiu Luo.
Didn't he, who lost the halo of the hero, also be rejected by Sang Wanci
So after she lost the halo of the hero, can she still be liked by Sang Wanci
She has no confidence.
She suddenly felt that all love was full of hypocrisy and deception.
Sang Wanci clearly wanted a free life, but she helped the tyrant and the system to make her a heroine.
She clearly promised Meng Lianyu that she would give Sang Wanci the life she wanted...
Lao Wu felt that her self-destructive heart was getting worse, so he hurriedly comforted her: [Don't think like this.]
"Then what should I think?"
She wandered purposefully down the hospital corridors.
"Are you confident to tell me that she likes me not because of the aura, but because of me?"
Old Wu was dumbfounded.
Lu Zhiwei raised the corners of his mouth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
Yes, he can't.
Nobody can.
She looked back at Sang Wanci's ward with deep eyes.
She loves Sang Wanci more than anyone else in the world.
She hoped that Sang Wan would be kind and that everything would go well for her.
But in the end, she still didn't have the courage to knock on the door and go in to see her, even for a glance.
Because she is no longer Sang Wanci's qualified lover, but a selfish liar.
She blinded Sang Wanci's eyes with the hero's halo, and deceived Sang Wanci's sincerity.
No, that can't even be called sincerity.
How can the love obtained by the despicable means of the protagonist's halo being naturally attracted to each other be called true heart
Don't be afraid to get dirty with the word "sincerity".
Lu Zhiwei went home alone and sat at the table.
The notebook in which she took notes was still slumped on the table, with strips of small labels pasted on the margins.
She thought of the character labels she saw all the way back, and thought of the people who were trapped in various labels.
She remembered what Sang Wanci said to Meng Langcheng again.
"It's not fair."
She spoke suddenly.
Then Lao Wu saw her tear off the small tags and throw them all into the trash can.
- She has made up her mind.