Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

The young man's eyes darkened obviously when he returned to his room. He looked at his face through the glass.

It was so pale that it looked like a ghost that had just crawled out of the ground.

But the young man didn't pay much attention to his current condition. He supported himself by the wall and stared at the scar on his wrist: "What a pity..."

Qingning couldn't help but frown when she saw his appearance, and ordered Xiaobai: "Help me see what he has been through." 】

Xiaobai shook his tail and looked at Qingning in confusion: [Master host, why do you have such strong suicidal thoughts in this world? 】

[Aren’t you living well in this world? 】

In this world, Yan Qingning is a being favored by the entire world.

He will have parents who love him, brothers and sisters who love him, and everyone will only have kind thoughts towards him.

He will get spiritual and material satisfaction that others can't get after a lifetime of hard work.

Xiao Bai really didn't understand why Yan Qingning chose to commit suicide under such circumstances.

Qingning didn't know how to answer Xiaobai's question.

After all, he has no relevant memories and doesn’t know why Yan Qingning has been obsessed with rushing to death...

Perhaps it was due to excessive blood loss, and the young man's mental state was not very good.

He drooped his eyelids, yawned lazily, leaned on the table and closed his eyes slightly.

The moment his eyelids closed, he murmured: "When... can I see you again?"

Qingning and Xiaobai looked at each other and saw the same decision in each other's eyes.

They want to enter Yan Qingning's dream to see the truth.

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After the dizziness in his mind dissipated, what caught his eyes was a white fog that made it difficult to see the way ahead.

In this heavy fog, there were sounds of wine jars clashing, wine being poured on the fire, and porcelain jars breaking...

There is no joy or happiness here, only a depressing and panic-inducing reality.

Qing Ning held Xiao Bai and walked slowly forward, following the chaotic sounds in the overly blurred fog, groping bit by bit.

To be honest, this place is really weird.

A faint firelight gradually lit up in the field of vision, and Qingning walked forward with the help of this faint light.

The further we walked, the more we could hear the sound of flames burning paper.

I don’t know how long I walked, but the fog that covered my eyes has dissipated a lot, and the scene in front of me has become clearer.

A man between a teenager and a young man was dressed in white, half-kneeling in front of a brazier, holding one after another yellowed manuscripts in his hands and stuffing them into the brazier.

The tongues of fire greedily turned those ink marks into useless fly ash, which fell silent at the bottom of the brazier.

There was no sadness or joy on his face, and he looked calm, but his movements were like a robot that had been deprived of emotions.

Sluggish, heartless...

Behind the brazier is a simple grave with no monument or decoration. There are only two jars of thin wine sitting there quietly, which looks too desolate.

The manuscript in hand was almost burned, and the man slowly stood up and complained to the pile: "Old man, you said before that you wanted to tell me before you left, what is the thing worth pursuing in my life? .”

"But you can't even speak now..."

He lowered his eyes and poured the two jars of thin wine on hand onto the fire pot, still muttering: "You always don't let me learn from you and write those realistic things, saying that these are all unpleasant. "

"But only these realities can make me deeply feel that I really live in this world."

In this world that favors him particularly, he will always have an extremely unreal feeling. Only the tragic reality will make him truly feel that he is living in this world.

He was holding a jar of sake in his hand, half poured it into the brazier, and half was left.

"It's your fault, old man. You didn't do what you promised me, so don't blame me, a brat, for stealing the wine I gave you!"

As he spoke, he took a big gulp of sake into his mouth. The spicy taste stimulated him to tears, and his delicate little face turned crimson.

"Old man, I've thought of another story recently. Just wait, I'll tell it to you!"

He had never drank before and was obviously drunk. He leaned on the edge of the grave and narrated eloquently: "The beginning of this story is about a very greedy and profit-seeking businessman who met a beautiful shark."

"Everything about this shark was the profit that the businessman longed for, so the businessman began to seduce the little shark to become passionate about him, making him blur the line between love and profit."

He talked a lot and laughed nervously, until tears oozed from his eyes.

"Old man, do you want to guess the ending of the story?!"

He leaned against the grave without a monument and waited for a long time, but did not get the answer he wanted.

He casually wiped his face with his muddy hands, and continued: "The end of the story is that the businessman successfully squeezed all the value out of the little shark, and the little shark became a fool without any value."

"He lost his beautiful face, the ability to cry out pearls, and the good voice he was born with. In the process of infinitely approaching human beings, he was rejected by the sea."

"He can't even go back to his home."

Half a jar of wine went into his stomach, and the burning pain in his stomach kept surging, causing his cheeks to turn red and his consciousness to become a little blurry.

His vision gradually became blurred, his body was hot from the wine, and his head ached constantly.

Just when he almost couldn't hold on anymore and bumped his head against the tree, a warm hand gently held his head and gently rubbed his dizzy temples.

"My Aning, what's wrong with you?"

That voice was gentle and ruthless, like the spring breeze.

Yan Qingning struggled to open her eyes to look at him, and finally saw this cold and gentle god clearly from her field of vision.

His breath still smelled of alcohol, and his mind was confused and not clear.

But even under such circumstances, he still firmly grasped the god's arm and forced himself to open his eyes to look at his figure.

"I remember you……"

Yan Qingning grabbed his arm and moved closer to him like an octopus: "You appeared when I was a child..."

The person leaning on him was obviously very drunk. Zhuo'an was just stunned for a moment, then patted his back and said according to his wishes: "Well, I showed up before."

Yan Qingning shook his head to calm down, stared at his face, and said incoherently: "I have grown up now..."