Mist - Chapter 49

The reaction during the monsoon rains was very weak, and this sentence came out of his mouth without any hesitation, as if he had thought about it thousands of times in his heart, and there was no burden at all.

This is abnormal.

This is not like the usual rainy season.

Song Qinglan raised a trace of anxiety: “Why don’t you? You have parents, colleagues, friends, and you have an older brother—didn’t we meet him at the entrance of the corridor?”

When the two confronted each other, it was as if they were trapped by something during the monsoon rain. Every part of the body was tight, and even the breathing was inaudible.

Hearing the question, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, but his expression remained the same.

Obviously a little shaken.

Seeing his reaction, Song Qinglan said again: “Otherwise, you still have friends. If you disappear, what will happen to them?”

Three changes to one, it is really unbearable to straight men’s ears.

Song Qinglan feels wrong here, because this example is not good enough.

He paused, and quickly skipped it and tried his best to focus on the topic: “Everyone has a reality that truly belongs to him, and everyone has a life that belongs to him. If you think about it, don’t you have a real reality? One thing that you want to accomplish the most? For example, dreams that you haven’t had time to realize, lifelong pursuits, if you give up now, then what are those years of hard work—”

The words came to an abrupt end here, and Song Qinglan was stunned on the spot, because her eyelashes quivered again during the monsoon rain, and a tear fell from her eye sockets at an extremely fast speed.

Song Qinglan had never seen anyone’s tears fall so fast or so simply.

When I was shocked, my heart squeezed suddenly, and it hurt so badly.

Song Qinglan is only now aftertaste, what does it mean that there is no such reality?

Isn’t life during the monsoon as happy as imagined?

Such extremely pessimistic words are spoken from the mouth during the monsoon rains, showing that it is not just an emotional catharsis, it is very likely to be a fact.

Obviously he was thrown away inexplicably, and he was the one who should be irritated and wronged, but Song Qinglan learned of such a thing, but felt at a loss, even for the first time in her life to organize a bad language, she was a little panicked.

He raised his hand and put it down again.

Song Qinglan was annoyed, fucking, how come no one taught him how to comfort people? !

Actually not crying during the rainy season.

Those tears are physiological, like a handful of snow with the tip of a pine leaf shaken off by the wind. It disappears when it falls into the snow, and only a drop is dropped, and it is gone.

It’s more like an instinct than crying.

I don’t know why, they are so close, but Song Qinglan finds that she can’t just touch her face during the monsoon season, and can’t wipe away the tears during the monsoon rain.

It seems that as long as he touches the monsoon rain, something strange will be completely shattered.

When the monsoon rains, the eyes that appear translucent under the light just looked at him like that.

The eyes were wet, but they looked colder than ever. During the monsoon rains, he said, “I can have everything I want when I am here.”

Song Qinglan: “But you don’t belong here!”

It just repeats during the monsoon: “It doesn’t matter which reality I am in.”

This is devilish.

“During the rainy season!”

Song Qinglan didn’t hold it back. He wiped away the inconspicuous tears with his thumb. He didn’t know why his heart was so hot that even his fingers trembled.

Suddenly, if she understands something, Song Qinglan is not the time to think, she only said in a deep voice, “It’s very important! Who you are is very important! Even if you don’t have the reality as I said, you still have us. I, Chun’er, Duan Wen… There are six people on the seventh team are waiting for you, you can’t be disturbed by a phone call, it’s all **** fake—”

A phone call.

These words fall into the ears of the monsoon.

In an instant, his pupils opened slightly, and then gradually, the whole person relaxed visibly.

“fake.”

He said.

The tense string in my head broke off, and my mind gradually returned to the basket during the monsoon rains, as if I had lost all my strength, and fell on Song Qinglan’s shoulders: “Team Song, it’s the phone…”

Song Qinglan froze without being taken as a support.

The other party almost plunged into his arms.

There was a faint scent in the nasal cavity, which came from the hair during the monsoon rains.

During the monsoon rains, he didn’t seem to notice anything wrong. He gasped for breath, and when he woke up, he was already in a cold sweat.

He was scared behind.

If Song Qinglan didn’t catch up with him, he might really fall into that fatal attraction.

During the rainy season, he buried his head on Song Qinglan’s shoulder, and said quickly and briefly: “The phone has a problem. It captured what I wanted most. After I hung up, there was only one thought in my mind, that is, don’t It’s not important anymore, the only important thing is to get it.”

The crisis was lifted, and it really was the phone call.

Song Qinglan breathed a sigh of relief: “Fuck.”

This gesture put his chin against the top of his head during the monsoon rain, making him wonder how to respond.

If he didn’t move during the rainy season, he had to reluctantly raise his hand and pat the opponent’s back: “It’s good if you wake up. We have to tell them immediately to make them more vigilant.”

During the monsoon rains, there was an “um” sound, but it didn’t move.

Song Qinglan hesitated to put down her hand.

After a few seconds, he changed to the embracing posture, and his teammates were in a bad mood, so he calmly performed the duties of the captain.

Protecting people loosely, Song Qinglan asked angrily: “I was still discussing what double-slit experiment was in the last moment, and I turned around and left the next moment. It’s worse than Li Chun. Consultant Ji, what is on the phone that attracts you so much? “

In fact, Song Qinglan really wanted to know what he had experienced during the monsoon rains, what kind of life he led, and why he was so pessimistic that he even said such pessimistic words as “I don’t have such a reality.”

However, it seems that they have not yet reached the point where they can say nothing.

During the rainy season, he replied in a muffled voice: “It is my lifelong pursuit.”

The heat of the other party’s speech sprayed on his neck, making it itchy.

When people wake up, remembering what they heard when they were confused, Song Qinglan’s heart swept across like a fluttering feather, a little funny: “What’s that?”

As soon as the voice fell, Song Qinglan was pushed away by the monsoon.

“Thank you.” When the monsoon rains came over, he turned his face ruthlessly, and had recovered his usual calm. “It may be three boyfriends or something. If I don’t go back, they will die of sadness?”

Just now Song Qinglan said, “You still have friends, what will happen to them if you disappear?” The word “men” is used very carefully.

During the monsoon rains, I felt hot to ears. He didn’t expect Song Qinglan to be so persistent about this misunderstanding.

Feelings are insulted. In the rainy season, he loves to hold grudges and is too lazy to compete with straight men, so he deliberately uses these words to block him.

Song Qinglan frowned: “You…”

“I love myself very much.” During the monsoon rains, he returned to the subject after indifferent complaints. “On that call, Minister Lin told me personally that our task was rated down and the score was very high.”

Suddenly, she fell into the air, and she felt a little unhappy in her heart.

Song Qinglan simply crossed her hands on her chest and said arrogantly: “Fake, it’s impossible for the task rating to be so fast.”

During the rainy season: “I also know it won’t be so fast.”

The two walked inside, and now they had to buy tickets again.

The passengers around were hurrying, and occasionally strange faces looked up at them.

After a farce, Song Qinglan calmly kept a close eye on the people who had just captured her. Now they knew that this reality was definitely more complicated than they thought.

Maybe if you don’t pay attention, the other party will be attracted by something again.

Song Qinglan: “The reason you are bewitched is because of the task rating?”

“Yes.” During the rainy season, he explained as he walked, seeming to hesitate for a while before continuing, “After the task is rated, the points are superimposed, and I can get the rewards I deserve.”

What kind of reward is so tempting, it is tempting to be weak in the rainy season, even if it is true or not, it just leaves his teammates in a daze and runs away.

Skydome has a point mechanism.

In Tianqiong, the superposition of points not only means higher ratings and higher glory, but also means that points can be exchanged for more advanced tasks, and access to the core of Tianqi is extremely important for future career development and life planning.

A guardian with a personal rating of more than one star can be promoted to an inspector, holding the power to inspect any time and space.

And a recorder with a personal rating of over one star…the sky has never appeared in history.

Although the recorder’s job is relatively safe, it is very tedious and lacks mobility. Facing the repeated process of historical suffering, you can only remain indifferent and be a true bystander. This especially tests a person’s endurance and endurance, so there are not many people who have even been promoted to one star.

Before leaving the mission, Song Qinglan knew that during the monsoon season, she would soon be promoted from two stars to one star. Although it was not over one star, she would still be rewarded. Song Qinglan didn’t know what the recorder’s reward would be, but his good cultivation prevented him from asking directly.

During the rainy season, he is different from every member of the seventh team. He is not a person who is willing to confide in his heart easily.

At the beginning, speaking in front of everyone in the Ouroboros mission was also a matter of overcoming during the rainy season.

The two walked towards the ticket vending machine.

During the rainy season, he handed the ID card to Song Qinglan to buy the ticket for the next train, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the swollen bruise on the back of the other’s right hand and palm.

If Song Qinglan didn’t notice anything, she quickly tapped the transparent panel with her slender fingers, and she could see that the movement of her hands was not very convenient.

Does it hurt?

It must be painful.

During the rainy season, it suddenly occurred to him that from when he left the carriage to when Song Qinglan found him, the other party didn’t blame him.

Their current situation is completely related to themselves.

Regardless of the reality, at least for Song Qinglan, after being intercepted from the Kaos mission, this is Song Qinglan’s reality.

It was him who raised the suspicion first, and the other party worked hard to collect information, and then came to Ning Cheng to discuss countermeasures with him-this was still completely unclear, the other party did just that. Then, Song Qinglan was forced to think of the superimposed memories, overthrowing the reality that originally belonged to her, and trying to find a solution with him, but was left halfway by him.

Song Qinglan didn’t reveal any panic or flinch until this time.

But he really doesn’t panic at all?

No one in the world knows the feeling of memory confusion and indistinguishable reality better than during the monsoon rains, and Song Qinglan is a man of flesh and blood, no matter how firm his heart is.

After buying the ticket, Song Qinglan asked, “If you need this reward, then you can earn points faster as a guardian to participate in advanced missions, why did you choose to be the recorder?”

“Because being a recorder, completing 100 recorder tasks is a test for me to get this reward, so I can only be a recorder.”

As soon as the words were spoken, it was discovered during the rainy season that he had actually answered Song Qinglan’s question.

Trust is mutual.

It may not be so difficult to open your heart.

A suspended train passes this small station.

In the noise, Song Qinglan turned around.

“I was adopted.” During the monsoon rain, the eyelids were lowered, and the eyelashes cast a shadow. “I want to go back more than ten years ago to see the scene of the murder of my father.”