Ji Ling took a last look at the painful and sad faces of the men, he slowly closed his eyes, and listened to the system's countdown, three, two, one, the transmission started... his consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.
When I went back, it didn't seem to be any different from when I came, and I didn't feel anything when I was teleported.
Ji Ling muttered in his heart for ten seconds, then tried to open his eyes.
But he seemed to be trapped in a nightmare. Although his consciousness was extremely clear, he couldn't control his body. His eyelids were heavy and he couldn't open it. There seemed to be intermittent voices coming from his ears, as if from another dimension. came...
"Look, he's reacting!"
"It's incredible, to be conscious again."
"Go and call Director Liu to come over and have a look!"
Ji Ling wanted to listen for a while longer, but it was really vague. He was finally a little anxious, so he called the system in his mind, but there was no answer after calling for a long time, as if the system had never existed.
Immediately afterwards, he felt a strong sense of exhaustion, and fell asleep uncontrollably.
…
It was like a dream.
In the dream, he used someone else's identity to live a short but vigorous life, and now all that is finally over.
When regaining consciousness again, Ji Ling tried hard to open his eyes, and this time they opened smoothly without any hindrance. The dream is over, the system is gone...
he's returned home.
The sight in front of him gradually became clear. Ji Ling met the earnest and worried eyes of his parents, and looked at their faces that seemed to be much older and haggard in a short period of time. He felt very guilty, his eyes were a little sour, and he showed an apologetic look, and said softly: "Dad, Mom..."
Ji's father is a middle-aged man with elegant appearance. He looks like he hasn't trimmed his beard for a few days. The sleeves of his shirt are rolled up casually, and his collar is wrinkled as if he hasn't changed his clothes for a few days. He said hoarsely: "Xiao Ling …”
Mama Ji is a capable woman who always pays attention to her clothes and grooming on weekdays, but at the moment there is no makeup on her face, and her hair is simply tied behind her head. Finally, she waits until her son wakes up, turns her face away and wipes his eyes, and then Only then turned around and choked up, "You, you child..."
Ji Ling's lips moved slightly: "Sorry, I made you worry..."
He thought for a while, then asked, "How long have I been in a coma?"
Mother Ji said, "Three days."
For the past three days, Ji Ling was lying in the intensive care unit. The doctor told them that if Ji Ling couldn't wake up within a week, he might never wake up again.
For these three days, it was always a torment for them.
Ji Ling's eyes were in a trance for a moment. He had been in that world for so long, so it turned out that only three days had passed in this world...
If not for all the memories are so clear and profound, he might have thought that he was really dreaming.
I don't know why, thinking of the last scene before leaving, my heart is inexplicably depressed. He just wants to go home, he just wants to help as many people as possible, and he doesn't want to bear too many responsibilities of conscience. Inescapable factors, trying to make up for their mistakes. However, after all, it still hurt some people...
At this moment, Ji Ling felt a tight hand, and his mother held his hand, looked at him tenderly and said, "Just wake up."
Ji Ling met his mother's eyes, and was slightly taken aback. After a while, the confusion in his eyes dissipated, and he let out a soft 'hmm' with his lowered eyes.
Yes, what was he confused about just now? This is what he has been pursuing. It is his real world, with his real relatives, and everything he can never give up...
He should be happy, shouldn't he
If some things are destined to be incompatible, instead of staying in place and hesitating, it is better to bravely look forward and be grateful for what you have now.
He should be content.
Ji Ling said softly in his heart: Thank you, System.
Although this task was not smooth, I did not do well enough, and there were some bickering and unpleasantness in the middle... But thank you for choosing me and giving me a chance to do it all over again.
…
A few days later, Ji Ling was moved out of the intensive care unit and moved into a general ward. During this time, Ji's father and Ji's mother were always by his side.
Knowing that he was finally out of danger, relatives and friends came to visit him one after another.
Ji Ling's Uncle, Second Uncle, Third Uncle, Aunt, Aunt, Aunt, Uncle, Uncle, Aunt, Aunt, Cousins, Cousins, Cousins, Cousins, Classmates, Deskmates Friends, neighbors, mom's colleagues, dad's friends... all came to visit him.
They came here on the first day of living in the local area, and came on the second day when the news was slower. After a few days at home, they also came here one after another. The weekend is the peak of the flow of people, and there is a lot of traffic in the ward.
The house is full of flowers and fruits.
Every day, Ji Ling would be patted on the head by several elders with concern, all kinds of encouragement and concern, and then he would smile and say thank you more than a dozen times. Fortunately, everyone was very considerate of him just waking up, and his body was still relatively weak, so he was reluctant to disturb the child's rest. Usually, he only stays for a few minutes before going out, and then chats outside with his parents for at least half an hour.
Ji Ling recovered well after waking up, and there was another piece of good news that made him very happy. He received an admission letter from his favorite school.
Ji's father asked the doctor specifically, and the doctor said that it was a miracle that Ji Ling could wake up, and everything is in good condition now, and he will be discharged from the hospital in more than two months if he continues like this, which should not delay the child's enrollment. Mother Ji thinks it doesn't matter if it will delay the start of school, as long as her son can wake up, but she is still very happy for her son's quick recovery, and his spirit has obviously improved.
Ji Ling regained his own mobile phone, which was both unfamiliar and familiar. He hadn’t used it for a few days, and the news on WeChat and QQ was about to explode. He hurriedly reported his safety in the group, and replied to the messages of his friends one by one, expressing his success. The survivor is safe and sound, let everyone not worry, and attach a selfie with a hospital gown.
In the dead of night, he would think of everything these days...
All this is so real, he really came back.
Not dreaming.
very nice.
Although Ji's family is not a wealthy family, the conditions are still good. Ji's father has a photography studio, and Ji's mother works in the management of a large company, so Ji Ling lives in a ward alone, and Ji's mother sleeps next to him at night. bed escort.
Ji Ling didn't fall asleep that night, so he quietly glanced to the side to make sure his mother wasn't awake, secretly picked up his phone and swiped the webpage, and suddenly made a movement while swiping... He remembered that before leaving, the system had left him an email address.
Now that I am back, should I thank you and report my safety? At any rate, I am also a friend, but I feel a little sorry for missing the system.
So Ji Ling opened the mailbox, entered the account number the system told him, and sent a letter to the other party: I'm home, everything is fine, don't read.
Then put the phone next to the pillow and fell asleep in a daze.
…
Ji's mother's name is Yang Wei. In order to take care of her son, she took half a month's leave. Every morning, she wakes up and cooks breakfast for him. She gently wakes Ji Ling up and helps him sit up to eat. Sitting on the pillow, thinking of the letter I sent last night, I couldn't wait to pick up the phone to see if there was a reply.
Seeing this scene, Yang Wei smiled helplessly, snatched his mobile phone and put it beside the bed, and said angrily, "What's the rush, I'll watch it later."
Today's kids can't do without looking at their phones for a while.
Ji Ling was a little embarrassed, so she obediently bowed her head to eat breakfast, and only picked up her phone after her mother left.
I was a little disappointed when I saw this, and the system didn't reply.
But Ji Ling thought about it, and felt that this is normal... After all, the mission is over, and there is always a banquet in the world.
It was rare to be relatively free today, Ji Ling was a little bored, and there were no guests coming over for the time being, so he quietly opened a website called Jinjiang Literature City with his back turned to the outside, and searched for a novel called "Great Love in the Interstellar"...
Although I have long been familiar with the Tanmei culture on the Internet, but before time travel, I have never read this kind of novel.
I don't know why, but I always feel ashamed of being a guilty conscience...
He poked his phone lightly and glanced at the refreshing green interface. Although he had read the version of the book given by the system before, and read it several times carefully as a guide, he still almost started reading it...
Looking at it now feels completely different from when I watched it before, and the mood is also different, and it is extraordinarily complicated.
Especially when he saw the passage describing Ning Yu, the author used all kinds of words to describe his integrity and kindness... Ji Ling was deeply moved. He couldn't help but click on the comment box and post his own comment with sincerity: white cut black, This is white cutting black, don't be fooled!
However, because the author finished this article early, there are not many people in it. Even if it is written, no one will read it and no one will care. After Ji Ling posted the comment, he felt that it was a waste of his feelings. For this world, it is an irrelevant article. It's just important danmei...
Who would have thought that there is such a real world outside of this world
Ji Ling suddenly lost interest in continuing to read, and was about to put down the phone resentfully, when an exclamation came from the side, which scared him and almost threw the phone out: "Wow! Ling Ling, you are reading Tanmei Wen!! !"
Ji Ling: "..."
He raised his eyes and looked at the young and beautiful girl in a gray-pink patchwork dress with long hair and a shawl in front of him, his face flushed suddenly, he was stuttering and unable to speak, it was so, so embarrassing! Why are you shouting so loudly! ! !
An Shuangshuang came to visit her cute little cousin right after class, and deliberately stepped lightly in order to surprise him, but accidentally saw this kid secretly reading Tanmei Wen! Seeing Ji Ling's blushing and shy appearance, she couldn't help teasing: "Oh, what are you doing so nervous, isn't it just reading a Danmei article? Do you have any secrets?"
What do you mean if you just read a Danmei article? Aren't you the one making all the fuss
Ji Ling was unhappy, and said with a stinky face, "What secret can I have?"
An Shuangshuang rubbed her cousin's head on her own, um, the feel was as good as ever, she giggled: "I didn't realize that you still like to watch this before, and I like to watch it too! How about I give it to you?" Can you recommend some good articles?"
Ji Ling: ...
He turned his head and snorted: "Not interested."
An Shuangshuang leaned over to straighten his face, staring sharply into his eyes: "Are you really not interested?"
Ji Ling blushed, and said firmly, "Really!"
He's a straight man, why does he want to read Tanmei? Not interested, absolutely not interested!
It was just a moment of cheapness!
An Shuangshuang let out a cry of disappointment, then smiled again, and said, "It's fine if you're not interested, then what kind of novels are you interested in? May I recommend something else for you? Upgrading and slapping your face? Fighting for world domination? Opening a harem? Receive a beauty?"
Ji Ling had a toothache: "...I want to go out for a walk."
An Shuangshuang would still bully Ji Ling on weekdays, but now that Ji Ling was injured and hospitalized, he was the biggest in the world, so he was naturally obedient to him, and immediately said dotingly: "Okay, I'll take you out!"
As he said that, he ran to push a wheelchair over. In fact, Ji Ling has recovered a lot, but his family still treats him with care, as if he is a baby that will break.
An Shuangshuang bent down as a gesture of invitation, smiled and said with a wink, "Ji Shao, where do you want to go now?"
Ji Ling: ...
No, that's enough, don't do this.
Seeing Ji Ling's stiff expression, An Shuangshuang couldn't help but feel happy, raised the corner of her mouth to snicker, pushed him to the garden behind the inpatient department, and said courteously, "Ji Shao, what would you like to drink?" ? I'll buy it for you!"
Ji Ling: ...
An Shuangshuang didn't wait for him to answer, she clenched her fist with one hand and hit her palm, hahahahaha laughed and said, "I see, I'm going to buy Ji Shao his favorite pearl milk tea today! Wait a minute, I'm going to go now." !"
Drama! You can't stop talking to yourself!
Ji Ling couldn't complain. Seeing that An Shuangshuang ran away, she sat on the chair sleepily, raised her head, squinted her eyes, and twitched the corners of her mouth.
Ji Shao...
He thought he would never hear that title again.
…
In the same hospital, in an advanced ward, the man on the bed slowly opened his eyes.
He has a handsome face with sharp edges and corners, short black hair and black eyes. Due to the injury, his face is a little sickly pale. His eyes are as deep as a bottomless abyss, containing cold and dead silence, like a vast ice field without the slightest waves .
He slowly turned his eyes, and after a while, a trace of doubt slowly appeared in his cold eyes.
where is he
he is still alive
A few seconds later, a memory belonging to someone else flooded his mind like a flood that burst a bank, causing him to frown in pain.
After a long time, Jing Sui's expression slowly returned to calm.
He actually came back to life, and returned to the ancient earth, becoming a man named Fu Jingshen, all of which made him feel absurd and unbelievable.
He closed his eyes and recalled his long life.
He clearly remembered that Ji Ling was killed by himself, and he died under his own sword, using his life to save Carlos, to save anyone he could save...
The last words he said to him were: ask him not only to be a wise king, but also to be a benevolent one.
This kind and tolerant child made a very cruel request to him at the last moment of his life, but he had no way not to agree to him, which made him disappointed and sad.
So he let Carlos go.
After Carlos left, he retreated to the Sosa galaxy and never made a comeback. Although they didn't say a word after that, he knew that Carlos would not disobey the boy's request. This was their only tacit understanding.
Although no one announced it, everyone present made the unanimous decision to give the boy the world he wanted.
Even all of this, the boy can no longer see.
He earnestly performed his duties, and many years later, the genetic evolution agent has been implemented in every star field, and everyone has a way to be promoted. The rebel army gradually disappeared under the leadership of Ning Yu, and no one chased them down. , they scattered to many planets, and started a peaceful new life... Under the leadership of Carlos, the conservative nobles gradually accepted this fact. Although they were not reconciled, they could only accept the arrival of the new world. never came back.
all is well.
This world is just as he expected, as Ji Ling expected...
Everyone said that he was a benevolent king, and they were grateful to him.
But only Jing Sui knows that he is not that kind, he just... often thinks of that day, the sword he stabbed and killed the person he loves the most.
Unable to sleep, suffering from pain.
If he hadn't done it that day, if he had been kinder that day, if he had hesitated for a moment that day—the boy would not have died.
He used to be very cold and ruthless, he was merciless towards the enemy, he killed them all, and he didn't really feel sorry for the civilians. He did all this just to achieve his own goals, maintain his rule, and build a stronger empire...
Until he finally paid the price for his ruthlessness.
Kill what you love with your own hands.
He doesn't really need anyone's gratitude...
He has done so much, but he just didn't want to disappoint anyone. He wanted to wait until one day he died, and when he went to see the boy, he could tell him: I have done everything I promised you.
I did not break my promise.
In this life, he still fulfilled his mission, even better than in the previous life, so he can welcome his death without any regrets...
But at the moment when I opened my eyes again, I realized that death is such a difficult thing.
He still has no way to go to the boy's world and say a word to him.
Life is like an endless cycle.
For the first time, Jing Sui hated his long life a little bit, time and time again, he died and came back to life, unable to escape.
He no longer has anything to do, no one to love, only a cold and dead heart that won't even feel pain anymore. Why... have to come back to life again
Why, not let him take a break
"Boss Fu, are you awake?" Accompanied by the sound of the door opening, a capable man with glasses walked in with a briefcase between his hands, and smiled as he walked.
Jing Sui turned his head, looked at him indifferently, and the memory emerged with the appearance of the man in front of him: this is Fu Jingshen's assistant, Shen Zhuoming.
Shen Zhuoming stared at Shang Jingsui indifferently, his heart trembled inexplicably, and an indescribable strangeness and tension flowed through his whole body. The boss was very serious before, but today his aura seems to be even more terrifying. Although he didn't say a word, a look in his eyes Just let his throat tighten, as if he was being watched by some terrible existence.
Shen Zhuoming said cautiously: "The doctor said that you can be discharged from the hospital today. I have arranged for the driver to wait outside. Do you want to leave now?"
A few seconds later, Jing Sui looked away lightly.
Since you can't die, so be it... Ancient Earth, new identity, and whether to live as another person.
Is it important
It doesn't matter anymore.
Seeing that the boss no longer looked at him, Shen Zhuoming finally breathed a sigh of relief, put the suit in his hand on the sofa, bowed respectfully and said, "I'll wait for you outside."
Jing Sui's expression didn't change at all from the beginning to the end. He got up and picked up the clothes given by his assistant. Inside was a high-end gray suit. He buttoned every button slowly, and looked up at the strange man in the mirror. face, pushed the door out.
Shen Zhuoming looked at the boss. Although the man's complexion hadn't fully recovered due to the car accident, his cold temperament was much worse than before. He didn't dare to be careless. Remembering that the boss is a workaholic, he reported while walking: "It's okay." Knowing that you were discharged from the hospital today, several vice presidents of the company are very happy. Regarding the merger and acquisition of the new company, the negotiation has reached the final stage, and we need to wait for you to make a decision."
"The construction of the pension base in the new city is going to start the groundbreaking ceremony next month. Would you like to attend in person? If not, who will be arranged to attend?"
"Next month's XX summit forum will be held in country X. I have prepared the relevant itinerary for you..."
Shen Zhuoming was talking, seeing that the boss still didn't respond, he asked with some doubts: "Boss Fu?"
Is the boss really listening
Jing Sui lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at his face casually, parted his thin lips slightly, and said in a cold voice: "I heard everything, let's talk about it when we go back to the company."
Shen Zhuoming's heart trembled suddenly, he shut up and stopped talking.
Jing Sui's ear became quiet. He was walking in the corridor of the hospital, passing by this ancient and backward building, with the smell of disinfectant on his nose...
Boring life, backward earth, small human beings.
He poked his lips in self-deprecating, this is his current identity, if he dies again... where will he wake up from? Kind of want to try it out...
Shen Zhuoming was half a step behind, carefully sizing up the side face of the boss, feeling the strangeness and alienation again...
But I can't tell what is wrong.
The boss doesn't seem to be any different from before, he is still unsmiling and reticent, but there seems to be something different.
Shen Zhuoming withdrew his thoughts and said, "There is a bit of traffic jam ahead today, so we park at the back door. Let's go this way."
Jing Sui nodded and walked into the garden.
The sun seems to be pretty good today, and many people are walking and resting in the garden.
When he was about to pass by here, he suddenly heard a clear voice from the side: "Xiao Ling."
Jing Sui paused, and instinctively turned his head to look.
A girl in a skirt came in from the side with a plastic bag. She walked briskly and followed her gaze. A handsome and clean boy was sitting in a wheelchair. The boy turned his head and smiled with the corners of his mouth raised. He had beautiful black eyes Clear and bright.