The world seems to have changed, but it has really changed.
The forest is still the same forest, but the sunlight in the sky has completely disappeared, and time seems to have gone backwards for a long time, replaced by a round of crescent moon, frozen in the sky, illuminating the vast land.
When the sun disappeared, Xu Lang also changed.
Just after he blinked lightly, the day turned to night, the black leather glove on his left hand disappeared, and he felt the presence of his left hand again.
With this intense change, there was a feeling in his heart that should have been this way, or that he had been in this state all the time!
"Brother Xu?!!!"
A call to dispel his frustration, he turned his head in a bit of astonishment, and looked behind him. It was a beautiful girl in a white dress with a ponytail. At this moment, she was holding a flashlight in her hand and her face was full of joy and nostalgia. In situ.
Just looking at Xu Lang quietly, Xu Lang just looking at her quietly.
Xu Lang's right hand had some subtle and unnoticeable tremors, perhaps the girl in front of him hadn't noticed, or Xu Lang himself hadn't noticed either.
"Zhang Qingyu?"
He seemed to have not spoken for centuries, and the moment the name blurted out, he released all the emotions he had been holding back for a long time. There were surprises, incomprehensions, and confusion, and there was also a hidden trace of guilt.
Zhang Qingyu’s face was illuminated by the bright moonlight, and her smile healed as usual. The moment she saw Xu Lang turning around, she couldn’t suppress the worry in her heart, and rushed to him extremely boldly and presumptuously. Hold it in one hand.
"Brother Xu! You are really alive!" The girl's crying and smiling face, tears wetted Xu Lang's shoulders.
Something unreal, but so real...
He felt the surprised and painful girl stuck in his arms, just standing in the same place coldly, two hands had not been moved, the eyes contained moonlight, dense forest and night shadow, but this girl was the only one. .
The moonlight shines on the face of Zhang Qingyu who is embracing and crying, and also on the face of Xu Lang who is deeply demeaned. The two look and feel so different, but at this moment they merge into one and are inseparable.
Zhang Qingyu felt like she finally realized her gaffe after crying for a long time. She touched the tears on her beautiful cheeks, broke her tears into a smile and said: "I saw your mission become unsolvable in the newspaper office, and thought.... But well, now the mission is over, you are still alive, everything is enough!"
Xu Lang's numb face finally showed a trace of expression: "You said the mission is over?"
"Yeah!" Zhang Qingyu nodded vigorously, looking at Xu Lang without blinking, "Human Skin Lantern mission is over, you survived."
"Then what about you?" Xu Lang seemed to have thought of something, the deep eyes in his eyes seemed to add another thing.
Zhang Qingyu took Xu Lang's cold left hand, "I was worried that something might happen to you, so I entered the mission without authorization. Fortunately, you don't need me."
Xu Lang looked down at his pinched left hand. In the palm of his hand, he could feel Zhang Qingyu's delicate fingers, which was very cold.
"Then what do you want to do now?"
When Zhang Qingyu heard the words, her eyes brightened, and she raised her face and said, "Big Brother Xu, are you hungry? Shall we eat together?" Her tone was as low as before. She always had trouble Ask Xu Lang for advice, even if it's just asking him to have a meal.
Xu Lang looked at her face, the trembling of his right hand became more violent, and it was getting harder and harder, but Xu Langsheng suppressed and ignored it.
He let out a long sigh of relief, and this time he promised her, "Okay, let's eat together."
They really returned to the newspaper, but instead of sending it back, they drove back to the newspaper by themselves.
Xu Lang stood at the gate of the deception agency and looked inward. It was brightly lit, as if all the executors except him were inside, and there was a figure standing inside the gate as well.
The moment He Xiao saw Xu Lang and Zhang Qingyu on his face, his original worries turned into joy, and he pulled Xu Lang into the newspaper: "Brother Xu, I know you can come back alive! "
Xu Lang frowned and looked at this He Xiao. He didn't know why he felt that He Xiao was different from what he had in mind, as if his smile was not so annoying.
As they walked in, Yan Yan and Wu Cheng sat on the sofa and didn’t know what they were talking about. Seeing Xu Lang’s return, the two of them just turned their heads and smiled at Xu Lang. Talking and laughing.
Cheng Guoguo and other executors were playing board games in the conference room. Xu Lang remembered that this was a game that Cheng Guoguo had always wanted to continue, but he could not find his teammates.
Walking further inside, Xu Lang saw Wuming and Gao Yiyuan sitting on the sofa smoking a cigarette, watching the group of Cheng Guoguo having fun, with a knowing smile on their faces.
He Xiao joined them after receiving Xu Lang, and bursts of hearty and active laughter came from the conference room, completely dispelling the depressive atmosphere of the past.
"Let's go, Brother Xu."
Zhang Qingyu's words promptly interrupted Xu Lang's observation, and smiled and took Xu Lang's arm upstairs.
In Room 213, Xu Lang stood at the door staring blankly at the number plate in front of him. He had only entered this room once, and said something to Zhang Qingyu that time.
Zhang Qingyu opened the door and stood in the room, smiling at him: "Come in, Brother Xu?"
There was a trace of movement on Xu Lang's numb face, as if he was weighing something, and he seemed to be worried about something. His posture remained motionless, only the trembling of his right hand could not be ignored.
Until he closed his eyes briefly, he opened his eyes again and opened the door without any hesitation!
Xu Lang sat in a chair and looked at Zhang Qingyu who was busy in the kitchen. From time to time, he smiled and handed out a fragrant dish, his face turned to the window.
Greedily inhaling the cool night breeze, watching the light blue curtains continue to rise with the breeze, Xu Lang's complex expression on his face became more and more intense, and his right hand under the table trembled more and more frequently.
"This is the last dish. I know you like sweet and sour pork ribs. How about you taste what I made?" Zhang Qingyu put the last dish on the table, untied the apron and hung it on the back of the chair, facing away Xu Lang sat down.
Xu Lang looked at Zhang Qingyu who was chuckles, grabbed the chopsticks with his left hand, took a bite, and chewed slowly.
"How is it? The first time I did it, I don't know if it's good or not?" Zhang Qingyu asked longingly, with her hands folded on the table, her eyes bright like stars in the sky.
Xu Lang nodded and smiled slightly: "Yes, it's the best I have ever tasted."
Zhang Qingyu seemed to have eaten candy, full of joy and couldn't hide it: "This is the best. Will I make it for you every day? If one day we can stabilize without experiencing life and death, that's it... That's it. Go on, Brother Xu, are you willing?"
Her words are as gentle as the warm sun in the middle of winter, full of calming magic, telling the future that anyone can yearn for.
Xu Lang quietly put down his chopsticks, reached under the table with his left hand, grabbed the wrist of his right hand, and slightly prevented it from trembling. He looked at Zhang Qingyu seriously, and after hesitating for a long time, he said: " Would you like to live with me?"
"I am willing!" Zhang Qingyu blurted out without thinking.
"But are you willing to guard someone who will never fall in love with you? Cook for him, lie down with him, have children, live a lifetime... Are you really willing?" Xu Lang Gradually calmed his tone, controlling his emotions, and uttered word by word.
It seems that Zhang Qingyu never thought that Xu Lang would say such a passage, her eyes started to avoid: "I don't believe you will never fall in love with me..."
Xu Lang leaned back in his chair with pain in his eyes. He looked at everything in the room, and finally fixed his eyes on Zhang Qingyu’s thin body: "Maybe what you said is right, but... But we have For a lifetime?"
Another thing on his right hand kept issuing warnings, and the shaking became more intense, as if it was about to wake Xu Lang, and the surrounding night scene gradually brightened, as if a dark night was about to break.
Zhang Qingyu's figure became a little indifferent, faintly as if it were more transparent, her eyes were full of tears, and she looked at Xu Lang Chuchuly: "Are we not for a lifetime?"
At this moment, Xu Lang's eyes were all cold and disguised. When Zhang Qingyu died, he did not shed a single tear, but once again met in this form, he rolled in his eye sockets for a long time and suppressed the tears for a long time. Living.
"You're dead, but I'm still alive, I still have to live... I'm sorry, I didn't fall in love with you, but I will remember you for the rest of my life..."
Something in this world shattered, and Zhang Qingyu's figure in front of him gradually became transparent and gradually dissipated. The group of gentle performers downstairs disappeared one by one.
All the good things are just false and fantasy, and when the world wakes up, it will return to coldness.
Xu Lang looked at everything that was shattering like a mirror in front of him. The tears slipped from his face and fell to the ground. A dim heartbreak came from the end of the world.
He raised his eyes again, still deep in the dense forest, and the sun was gradually enlarged above his head, which showed that he was really getting closer and closer to the exit.
Psychological influence, was everything that happened just now caused by the evil spirit after Zhang Qingyu's death? Or the psychological interference of the skinning evil spirits? Xu Lang didn't know or didn't want to know.
He looked down at his hands, the black leather gloves on his left hand were still on them, and the light blue hair rope on his right hand was broken...
The broken head rope slipped from Xu Lang's wrist, hit the ground for a few times, and collapsed weakly into a straight line. The top of the line pointed a direction.
This may be a coincidence, or it may not, but Xu Lang chose to believe in this impenetrable guidance. He did not believe in himself, but in Zhang Qingyu!
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As for whether Zhang Qingyu became an evil spirit, whether her soul helped Xu Lang after her death, or a coincidence at the cemetery of Changling Mountain, no one knows, I don’t know, I just want to write like this....
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