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One will die too."
"I have heard of Gu many times, but I have never seen it myself. I don't believe there is such a strange poison in the world. I am eager to verify it, and even plan to use it as the subject of my master's thesis. After success on many animals, I want to test the drug on myself, but I still need a companion. My classmates in the medical school refused to do it, and they said I was crazy. I know that if there is anyone in the world who is willing, it must be Qin Ge, but I dare not gamble with his life. Later, I found a lonely student in my grandfather's research institute, and I secretly planted Gu on her."
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Regarding the story of the heart poison, new fans can read the completed ancient Chinese article "Rebirth: My Gentle Tyrant" by Ge for details, thank you.
Text 013 It is difficult to depict the heart but not the bones (3)
"My grandfather told me that the student had no family and almost no friends. No one would pay attention to such a girl. She was a good candidate for my experiment. I secretly observed her, collected enough data, and then secretly gave her the antidote. But one night when I woke up from my sleep with a startle and pain, and there was no scar on my body, I realized that I had failed this time."
"For some reason, the same antidote didn't work on a human body. The student must have been injured for me to feel pain. I prepared the antidote again, but it still didn't work. I had to ask my teacher for help. He is the most famous medical professor in the country. He wrote letters to the most famous scientists and pharmacists around the world. They were very interested and immediately set up a base in Nepal to try to break the poison in my body."
"Qin Ge noticed something was wrong with me a long time ago and interrogated me. I told him everything and asked him to wait for me for five years. If those experts couldn't remove the poison in me in five years, I would return to him and never leave him again. I know he was very angry. He didn't even say a word to me when I left. Later, Si Wei called me and told me that he had many women. I was very sad, but then my grandfather told me that after he got together with that student, I realized that he had forgiven me. He protected me in his own way. Every day, the girl's data was transmitted to Nepal—"
"Are you fucking done yet?"
Hai Lan thought that apart from the rapid breathing, the mourning hall was actually very quiet. Otherwise, how could her voice, which interrupted Lin Yu so softly, be so loud and abrupt.
Finally, she saw compassion in some people's eyes, instead of the contempt they had in the past. But she would rather have been wrong.
The sounds in her ears began to become noisy and complicated, roaring, sobbing, but anger or sadness had nothing to do with her.
She looked at the doctor calmly, and the doctor's wrinkled face was full of bitterness and guilt. It turned out that Lin Yu was the doctor's granddaughter, and it turned out that even the doctor's kindness was fake.
She squinted her eyes and looked at the photo in the hall, looking hard. She wanted to see him clearly, her Qin Ge.
It turns out that these three years don’t even count as compensation.
Who quietly listened to her long and tedious archaeological stories
Who handed her a cup of scalding hot tea when she stayed up all night searching for information
Who made her always have a waiting figure to look for at the train station or airport every time she came back from an inspection, just like everyone else
Who frowned when she said she would save money to repay tuition after graduation.
It was all fake. Every little thing that happened in the past three years, the three years of happiness holding hands, were all fake. They were all mirages that only she took seriously.
I never understood why he kissed her gently and passionately, and he touched every inch of her skin, but he never went to bed with her. So that's why.
She calmly watched the handkerchief in her hand fall down. What does it matter if you hold something tightly if it doesn't belong to you? At this moment, she really didn't know whether she hated him or not; she knew it like crazy whether she loved him or not.
She wanted to cry, like everyone else in the mourning hall, but she didn't even have the position to do so. Qin Ge was not hers.
Never.
Text 014 It is difficult to depict the heart but not the bones (4)
Heart Gu, if she died, Lin Yu would also die, so he entered the tomb; the card was just a small ornament placed on the body, and the handkerchief could be kept close to the body and placed on the heart, why did she understand it only now.
Her heart ached, but she couldn't tell whether the pain was hers or Lin Yu's.
She stumbled back, and the complex faces of people gradually blurred in her eyes. Someone was calling her from behind, it seemed to be the doctor and Lin Yu, the crying of Qin's mother and Lin Siwei mixed with Lin Yu's thin sobbing voice.
She gritted her teeth, making sure every word was clear, without any delay or arrears, and without any further ties. "Ms. Lin, you don't owe me anything. If you do, Qin Ge has already paid it back. He died for you, I know, you don't need to emphasize it again and again. In any case, he helped me pay my tuition when I was in the most difficult time and gave me a place to stay."
Mother Qin stared at Lin Yu, Qin Baichuan stood aside, tense, Lin Siwei's eyes were red and swollen, she looked at Lin Yu with a smile, then looked at her, as if she had won a tough battle. More people looked at her, they were surprised, as if they had never expected her to say this.
She stopped, straightened up, and slowly looked around.
The sound in the mourning hall became increasingly quiet.
This glance almost exhausted all her strength. Her body trembled, but she heard a voice saying, "Do you still want to see Qin Ge again like this?"
Hai Lan was shocked and looked in the direction of all the doubtful eyes. She saw a girl in a white dress standing at the end of the mourning hall, looking at her indifferently, or it was Lin Yu behind her, she was not sure.
The woman had a slightly honey-colored complexion, but her appearance was extremely beautiful, with a fair and sparkling face. At first glance, it was impossible to look away.
Lin Yuncong glanced at his old friend. Qin Baichuan frowned slightly and ordered in a deep voice, "Who let in an irrelevant person?"
His deputies were startled and immediately went over with Lin Yuncong and his two men, trying to chase the girl away.
The girl shook her head and turned to leave.
Lin Yu, who was tightly grasped by Qin's mother, suddenly struggled to break free from her and said in a hoarse voice: "Qin Ge, I want to see Qin Ge, what are you talking about, who are you? No, you are talking nonsense, how is it possible..."
She let out a shrill laugh and fell to her knees again.
The girl narrowed her eyes slightly and whispered, "Who am I? Many years ago, someone called me Linlang. No. 18 Xining Street, anyone who wants to come can come."
People were shocked when they saw a few men approaching and before they could touch the girl, she disappeared at the door, as quietly as when she came.
night.
"I love him, passionately and crazily, my dreams have been shattered but I will never forget them"
There was a faint sound of singing in the distance. The woman wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth and hugged her chest slightly with her hands. The winter night wind was a bit chilly. After walking on the street for a whole day, the unhealed wound on her shoulder became more and more painful.
She woke up in the hospital in City A. She learned about Qin Ge's death from the newspaper of the patient in the next bed. She had some money in her work clothes when she was admitted to the hospital. She stumbled and took a taxi to Qin's house. After leaving the mourning hall, she didn't have enough cash. It was far from where she lived. She thought about it, bought two loaves of bread, ate a few bites when she was hungry, and walked here.
No. 18, Xining Street.
Text 015 The Butterfly Effect
The woman is Hailan.
The door was ajar.
Orange light leaked out from the gap in the door.
Hailan closed her eyes and pushed the door open.
This is an antique shop with rows of shelves. In the middle of the shop, there is an octagonal table. The girl I saw during the day was sitting at the table. I was not surprised to see her and casually pointed to the seat next to me.
She remembered that her name seemed to be Linlang. Hailan sat down, and before she spoke, she saw Linlang staring ahead.
Hai Lan looked over and saw three long bronze mirrors standing there, and she was immediately shocked.
There was a mirror in the middle, which did not reflect any scenery in the store. In the mirror, there was yellow sand all over the sky and bustling voices.
Within the cordon, the jade-green top is faintly visible in the gravel.
People in work clothes kept coming in and out, walking very quickly.
Outside the cordon, the crowd was crowded.
"The Dunhuang tomb that shocked the whole country is still being excavated. We hope to find something strange or a secret passage in the 19th tomb chamber, and find the real coffin of the King of Dongling. This will be rewritten."
Hai Lan thought about it and smiled bitterly, "Is this the latest model of TV?"
Linlang was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, "Is this the joke you guys were telling?"
"Wish Mirror, this is the Wish Mirror. It is composed of three mirrors: Wish, Tracing and Unknown. The Wish Mirror is the best of the three mirrors. It allows people to see the scene they want to see most."
Hai Lan was stunned and asked in a hurry, "Who are you?"
Linlang did not answer but asked, "According to you, where is the coffin of King Dongling?"
In the mirror, a dozen staff members were gathered in a circle, talking in low voices, with serious expressions on their faces. Suddenly, a person walked away, leaving a gap in the circle, and a bright red coffin caught the eye.
Hai Lan stared at the bloody coffin, "He has nothing to do with me. Can you tell me about Qin—"
"Who said it has nothing to do with you!"
Linlang stretched out her hand and waved, Hailan was startled, and all the influence of the bronze mirror was shattered, leaving only a void, an ancient color, and a light that could reflect a person.
“Do you know the butterfly effect?”
"Ms. Linlang, I don't understand what you are talking about. I just want to see Qin Ge again. I still want to see Qin Ge like that again!"
Hailan interrupted Linlang hastily.
Linlang stared at the hand on her arm for a long time, and finally said softly: "Hai Lan, the butterfly effect."
Hai Lan was startled, her breathing slightly quickened. She looked down and suddenly realized that the night was quiet and at the end of the lights, there was only a shadow where she and Lin Lang overlapped.
For a moment, she didn't know whether she was shocked or frightened, but she couldn't let go of the woman opposite her whose brows suddenly turned pale.
Linlang closed her eyes slightly and whispered, "Are you afraid of me?"
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Dear friends, I'm sorry, I have something to do today, so I'm late. I'll make up for it tomorrow. Thank you all for your messages and gifts. Volume 1 was originally scheduled to end with 14 chapters, but some places have been spent too much ink, so I guess there are still a few chapters.
Text 016 Rewriting Love Against Heaven
Hailan smiled bitterly, "Don't be afraid."
Linlang seemed to be slightly shocked, and after a while, she said, "Hai Lan, I thought I didn't expect you to be even more stupid."
"Linlang, tell me, why is it the butterfly effect? What does this have to do with seeing Qin Ge again?"
Such lights, such a girl, seemed like an illusion, but the breath was audible, and Hai Lan was not afraid of the person in front of her. Perhaps the indifferent eyes of this girl also concealed deep sorrow. Sad people are most likely to look at sad people.
However, Linlang mentioned the butterfly effect again and again. She only knew that a butterfly flapping its wings could cause a hurricane thousands of miles away. The result of an event would change completely because of a small change in one of its links.
All I heard was Linlang whispering, "If I want to see Qin Ge again, I must let him be reborn."
Hai Lan was shocked, "Rebirth?"
She covered her mouth tightly and was reborn.
"Tell me how to do it."
My hand suddenly tightened, and the voice in my ear became lower, "Break the original butterfly effect."
"Break the butterfly effect?" The more her heart trembled, the more Hai Lan wanted to ask something, but she was so nervous that she couldn't utter a word.
"Think about it, if there was no Tomb of King Dongling in this world, would Qin Ge still die in the tomb?"
"But how is this possible? The Dongling Tomb really exists!"
"No! If the King of Dongling had not died in his prime, would he have been buried in Dunhuang today? Would he have chosen a new underworld palace? And if the one who inherited the throne was not the current King of Dongling, would the new King of Dongling be buried in Dunhuang today