Forces of Temptation - v2 Chapter 292

    [Nanzhou] in the second world has lived in a small society with a little more humanity since childhood.

    In comparison, his empathy ability is stronger than “Nanzhou” and {Jiang Fang}.

    Although Nan Zhou did not explain in detail, he knew that this Jiang Fang was not the other {Jiang Fang}.

    His attitude was like a tolerant brother. After guessing the tendency of “Nanzhou”, he did not use his own thoughts to coerce him, but said gently: “You think so, but you still have Doubt?”

    “Nanzhou” nodded, and the charcoal pen outlined the lines on the paper: “…This is not right.”

    [Nanzhou] patiently guides him: “What’s wrong?”

    “Nanzhou” is hard to say, but I feel sad and depressed in general.

    When he’s in a bad mood, he paints.

    But this is obviously a habit of Nanzhou.

    His mind was originally pure and straight, and after his self-knowledge was forcibly torn apart, he did not have the desire to break free from the South Boat and live alone as imagined by high-dimensional people.

    Because he can’t hide, he can only bear all the pain in his mind ignorantly.

    Seeing that “Nanzhou” was in a state of confusion, and it was difficult for him to explain himself, [Nanzhou] thought about it and said:

    “I saw a story on a Chinese test paper before.”

    “In order to resist the flood, the red fire ants will huddle into a group and throw into the water, looking for a solid good land.”

    “The ants on the outer layer of the ant colony will peel off layer by layer and be carried away by the flood, but the ants are still hugged in the water and resolutely not scattered, in order to protect the most central ant queen… “

    Speaking of this, [Nanzhou] asked “Nanzhou”: “The story is here, tell me, what are you seeing now?”

    …”Nanzhou” saw the ants spread out with the icy flood.

    Black ant corpses spread across the water, like pieces of ugly duckweed, floating and sinking.

    Having heard the description of “Nanzhou”, [Nanzhou] already understood the knot in his heart.

    He did not question the meaning of protecting the only beneficiary “the queen”.

    What he cares about is the people who are sacrificed in the process.

    [Nanzhou] nodded: “You don’t necessarily care about your own life or death. But you don’t want us to be hurt because of your departure. Do you?”

    “Nanzhou” was silent, only nodded.

    [Nanzhou] sighed slightly.

    —If you can’t use the greed of “Nanzhou”, you can use the kindness of “Nanzhou”.

    Is this the wishful thinking of the so-called “high-dimensional people”?

    [Nanzhou] asked: “Don’t you hate Nanzhou?”

    “Nanzhou” shook his head, writing more quickly, and replied seriously: “I don’t know.”

    If he didn’t hate, he couldn’t explain where this urge to destroy himself came from.

    If you say hate, shouldn’t he choose to live in the box world without hesitation?

    When he was at war between heaven and man in his heart, [Nan Zhou] said: “Okay, I don’t have any other questions. You can ask the third {Jiang Fang}’s opinion, no need to care about me.”

    “Nanzhou” heard what he meant, stopped the brush, looked up at him: “But, your [Jiangfang] he-“

    “Well, I am very reluctant to let Brother Fang.”

    [Nan Zhou]’s voice has always been sincere and gentle, but when it comes to [Jiang Fang], it becomes erratic: “…but he doesn’t know.”

    “I like him in my heart. He doesn’t know either.”

    “I have always had a little hope. Thank you for telling me, so that I will not be deceived into meaningless dreams and die of old age.”

    “I don’t know that Nanzhou, but I heard from you, he and we grew up in almost the same environment, and he is more difficult and lonely than me. Then he can go out, It’s really not easy, it’s not easy.”

    “It doesn’t matter if I die here, if I pull another person who managed to escape, at least I can’t do it.”

    These remarks were extremely warm, and “Nanzhou” was stunned for a long time.

    [Nanzhou] also gave him enough time to ruminate.

    After a while, “Nan Zhou” hooked his head and said softly, “You…really make me reluctant to kill you.”

    He said, “Don’t worry about me, find a way to convince that {Jiang Fang}.”

    “Nanzhou” took the completed page of sketches and put it in front of another “Mr. Nan”: “The drawing is not good.”

      Gently said: “Very good.”

    The scattered little dolls also brought back the box to the next world for “Nanzhou”.

    When “Nanzhou” held the box in his hand, before he even planned to open it, he heard a low greeting from his ear: “Hey.”

    [Nan Zhou] said, “Don’t leave in such a hurry. I want to go to Brother Fang’s house.”

    “Nanzhou”: “…Huh?”

     “Brother Fang has a TV at home, and there are six or seven TV series discs. There is a TV series, and I have never watched the ending.”

    [Nan Zhou] said: “From childhood to adulthood, I have watched the first thirty-five episodes one hundred and sixty times, but I have not seen the finale.”

    “I want to give myself a thought – if you want to die someday, just tell yourself that you still have one episode of TV drama to watch.”

    At the end, he made a joke in a cold tone: “Maybe, after forty minutes, I will regret it and won’t let you go.”

     “Nanzhou” is so wise.

    He couldn’t guess, [Nanzhou] didn’t want him to ask {Jiang Fang}’s opinion from the third world.

    He has dealt with {Jiang Fang}.

    During this short period of communication, it is not difficult for [Nanzhou] to find that {Jiang Fang} is a man with extreme temperament.

    {Jiang Fang} may not be able to accept the results they negotiated.

    After forty minutes have passed, even if “Nanzhou” goes to the third world in a box, there is not much time left to try to persuade {Jiang Fang}, at most it will be enough for him to complete a sketch.

    This “drag” formula can make “Nanzhou” give up his plan to persuade {Jiang Fang} after rational weighing.

    …

    “Nanzhou” stayed at home, and [Nanzhou] knocked on the door of [Jiangfang]’s house.

    [Jiang Fang] who was wearing an apron quickly opened the door from the inside.

    He said unexpectedly: “Hey, can’t you tell?”

    【Nanzhou】Answer: “A little boy came to me just now to ask about painting.”

    He looked inside the house: “Do you still have my portion of breakfast?”

    “Of course.” [Jiang Fang] smiled warmly like sunshine, “There is always a share for you.”

    “I want to watch TV too.”

    “Okay, which one?”

    While speaking, {Jiang Fang} has already stepped into the house, ready to cook a meal.

    “Nanzhou”, who was left alone in the bedroom, stuck his head out of the upstairs window and happened to meet [Nanzhou]’s eyes.

    [Nan Zhou] gently bowed to him, followed the pace of [Jiang Fang], stepped on the threshold, and closed the door.

    “Nanzhou” slanted the sketchbook, added his own image next to the portrait of “Nanzhou”, and occasionally glanced at the clock on the wall.

    He was wondering if [Nanzhou] would go back on it, and he was also looking forward to going back on his own.

    However, time is like water.

    The 40 minutes passed in an instant.

    Time is up.

    “Nanzhou” opened the box and said goodbye to this world by crushing it.

    When the world broke apart, he couldn’t help but think, at this time [Nanzhou] was watching the ending song of the TV series, or was holding the hand of [Jiang Fang], looking deeply at this eternal name A lover who has no hope of getting love from him.

    Different comments on the horizon flashed one after another.

    “Why not fight? I want to fight again.”

    “Is this forced to broadcast the plot? What about the free world?”

    “The choice between life and death, can I not kill you, but push it back and forth to be humble? It doesn’t conform to human nature at all, what’s the point of being respectful?”

    “Nanzhou” ignored the spectators’ remarks, closed her eyes, leaned back, and let herself sink into a pool of black spring like a dream.

    He fell straight back, lying on a tile that was brightly lit by the moonlight.

    The full moon is in the sky, and the light and color splash on the cheeks of “Nanzhou” like flowing water.

    But Nanzhou is no longer feeling the pain it brings.

      An Xin below it: “I thought you wouldn’t come back.”

    “Nanzhou” rolled over and sat up and said, “I promised you.”

    {Jiang Fang}: “How do you think?”

    What awaits him is a long silence.

    The smile on {Jiang Fang}’s face also faded little by little with time.

    In the end, he just waited: “I’ll draw you a picture.”

    {Jiang Fang} rolled over and jumped onto the roof.

    He approached the “Nanzhou” step by step, his voice full of sinister: “Is this your answer?”

    “Nanzhou”: “Yes. My answer.”

    He asked quietly, “Do you want to paint a portrait?”

    But he believes that if “Nanzhou” dares to come back and face his own provocation, he must have been prepared to deal with himself.

    Do it rashly, at your own expense.

    He had to forcibly suppress his anger, put his hand on the tile, and sat down cross-legged: “…draw it better.”

    “Nanzhou” nodded: “Yes. You are good-looking.”

    {Jiang Fang} sneered: “Of course. Who made me look like him?”

    “Nanzhou”: “But you are not him.”

    {Jiang Fang} let out a snort, and leaned back to support the tile surface: “I know, it’s better than that.”

    “Nanzhou”: “That’s not what I meant.”

    “Nanzhou”: “I mean, the two of you are different. No one is better than the other. He never belonged to me, I can’t even count him. You mean to me , is real.”

    {Jiang Fang}: “…”

    This straight ball caught him off guard. He didn’t know how to answer the question at all, so he had to do his best to be venomous, and said grimly: “Slippery tongue. I really want to stick the pen down your throat. .”

    “Nanzhou” blinked and asked, “Would you do this?”

    {Jiang Fang} choked again, turned his head angrily, Yin Yang said: “How dare I. If I force you to stay, I can only trap you for one night. Wait for tomorrow. When the sun rises, you will break my neck.”

    “Nanzhou” said: “I won’t.”

    {Jiang Fang}: “Ghost letter.”

    “Nanzhou” said firmly: “You believe it.”

    {Jiang Fang}: “…”

    “What’s the use of my belief? The dummy in my memory is more important to you.” {Jiang Fang} said sourly, “You would rather keep the fake than create a new one. memory.”

    “He is not fake either.” “Nanzhou” retorted, “He has been there.”

    {Jiang Fang} mocked him: “Isn’t it fake for you? You don’t want someone who is really around you for someone you can’t meet at all? What kind of idiot can do it? Something like this?”

    “It’s not all because of him.” “Nanzhou” bowed his head and painted, “and part of it is because of you.”

    {Jiang Fang} said strangely: “…Me?”

    “You want me to stay. So you told me when I analyzed the pros and cons, because we can keep all the memory, ‘Even if it is reset, it is eternal’, right?”

    {Jiang Fang} did say this.

    “Nanzhou” said: “So, we can either have only a few hours of self forever, or we can welcome the forced immortality in this small town, forever young, and forever trapped in in jail.”

    “…that’s the real curse, isn’t it.”

    {Jiang Fang} was dumbfounded.

    He said: “Then it ends with death? How generous.”

    “Death is not necessarily the end, it may be the beginning.” “Nanzhou” said, “Perhaps, the collapse of the world is when our **** is lifted. We can be in another dimension, with another One form survives.”

    {Jiang Fang} laughed heartily: “Little liar, now you plan to trick me into obediently dying? Where is the other world? Honestly admit, you still love that Jiang Fang, you love To be willing to die for him.”

    “Nanzhou” does not intend to deny his selfishness: “Aren’t friends supposed to be like this?”

    {Jiang Fang}: “‘Friend’?”

    “A state of interpersonal communication.” “Nanzhou” explained to him in detail, “You have reproductive impulses for him, you want to be touched by him, and you are willing to die for him. Just friends.”

    “If I am always who I am now, I can’t be friends with other people.” “Nanzhou” said, “I can only do it if I completely smash myself.”

    {Jiang Fang} stared at “Nanzhou”, a storm swept in his eyes, but his face was calm.

    No one knew what he was thinking.

    He did not draw {Jiang Fang} according to the appearance of Jiang Fang in his memory.

    {Jiangfang} is just {Jiangfang}.

    He was perfecting the details of the eyelashes when he suddenly heard a pointing voice: “Hey, ‘Nanzhou’, draw a big sun.”

    {Jiang Fang} stretched out her slender legs: “Anyway, there may be no sunrise to watch in the future.”

    “Nanzhou” nodded, obediently adding bright light and shadow on the screen.

    Three little ants, sitting in a row on the screen.

    They were separated for a long time, and finally, they successfully met on paper.