I, the first trainer of the new world

On the fifth floor, in the only room, the bedroom, Yike was lying on the bed with her face buried in the pillow, without making any sound.

She just lay there quietly, her tears wetting the pillow, until she felt uncomfortable and then she raised her head.

The clock on the bedside table was ticking. Yike sat up and gently wiped her face with her right hand.

After wiping away the tears, she looked at the pillow. The traces of tears were extremely conspicuous.

She didn't want to cry, she just couldn't help crying.

After the Sun Eevee comforted her, she had actually accepted the fact that Qianlin was not him. However, in front of the tombstone, looking at the photo and the person beside him, she couldn't help but... want to forget.

That's why she left, at least to give her a night to think quietly and accept the cruel fact.

Hey~

A slight noise came from the living room.

Yike turned her head and saw someone standing outside the closed door.

Yike was puzzled. Apart from Zheng Yaqian, no one would enter her room without knocking.

Just as she was thinking this, a gentle voice came from outside the house.

"Do you want to go without dinner all night?"

The familiar voice made Yike open her eyes subconsciously.

But then she reacted.

Pursing her lips, she did not answer.

The voice came again.

"Come out to eat, at least eat a little before going to bed."

The voice was filled with laughter.

Yike bit her lower lip and grasped the bed sheets with both hands.

The next moment, she suddenly let go and her expression returned to normal.

He got out of bed, put on his slippers, took out a tissue and wiped the tears from his face, then slowly walked to the door of the room and reached out to hold the door handle.

Hesitate...for a moment.

The door opens.

Next to the brightly lit living room, in front of the small dining table for two, Qian Lin looked at her with a smile on his face: "I just want to see you again."

Yike took a deep breath, still without saying anything, and walked to the dining table.

Qianlin pulled out the chair in front of him, smiling widely.

Yike sat on the chair without hesitation.

Pushing the chair slightly forward, Qianlin walked around the dining table with a smile, came to the other side, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Facing Yike's complicated expression, he pointed at the dinner on the table and said with a smile: "Shrimp steamed egg, it's been a while since I made it so my hands are a little rusty. I hope you like the taste."

There were two small bowls on the table, containing Yiko’s favorite steamed eggs.

"Try it." Qianlin picked up the spoon and put it in Yike's bowl.

Yike took the spoon with a complicated expression, ate a spoonful under Qianlin's expectant gaze, and then... was stunned.

"Does it taste the same as before?" Qian Lin asked with an expectant smile.

Taking a deep breath, Yike put down the spoon and looked at Qianlin: "Did Zheng Yaqian tell you?"

Qian Lin couldn't help but laugh.

He shook his head, smiled, picked up the spoon and took a bite himself.

The next second, he nodded and put the spoon down: "It tastes exactly the same as before."

"You don't have to comfort me like this." Yike's voice was a little stiff, "I can tell the difference."

Qian Lin smiled and shook his head: "I didn't comfort you. This is the last meal I made. It is also the only thing I can still do for you."

His fists were clenched.

Yike took a deep breath and said, "You really don't have to do this. I know everyone is doing this for my own good. I understand... I can tell the difference."

Looking at her stubborn face, Qianlin's smile unconsciously faded a little.

He sat back in his chair and looked at Yike seriously: "Steamed egg, is it delicious?"

Yike choked.

Her stiff voice began to tremble: "It's delicious... Exactly the same as what he made..."

"but you……"

Yike opened her eyes, and tears filled them again.

But Qianlin interrupted Yike and spoke slowly in a gentle voice: "Crack the eggs and stir with warm water. Marinate the shrimps. In addition to cooking wine, ginger, salt, etc., add some vinegar. After filtering the egg liquid, add some sugar because you like sweet. Sprinkle the shrimps on the steamed eggs before they are cooked and solidified. Steam for a while, and sprinkle with chopped green onions after taking them out of the pot. You don't like to add salt to the steamed eggs because you think the taste is weird."

Facing Yike's blank look, Qianlin smiled and said, "Well, I still prefer to add a little salt to the egg liquid, it tastes better."

Yike clenched his fists.

The body trembled slightly.

"Don't..." She yelled at Qianlin, "Stop pretending to be him!"

Putting away his smile, Qian Lin said softly: "I am not pretending, I am Qian Lin."

"I know it's you! I know!" Yike stood up and shouted at Qianlin, "But you are not him! I can tell the difference! He is dead!"

He is dead.

"If you do this...I really can't tell the difference..."

Yike supported herself on the dining table with both hands, clenched her fists tightly, and just stared at Qianlin indifferently.

Qianlin looked up and looked at Yike.

What kind of eyes are those...

Filled with love and attachment, tears gathered in the eyes, and the cold tears reflected the heat.

There was singing in my ears.

It was Qianlin humming softly.

Yike's eyes widened.

Six years ago… or, seven years ago.

She sat with him in the league and looked up at the stars, and she asked him, "What are your hobbies?"

He said: "I like Chinese music. When I was young, I wanted to learn a traditional instrument. After much searching, I chose the bamboo flute. I really like the clear sound of the bamboo flute, but I don't seem to have much musical talent. I couldn't even take the first step of playing the bamboo flute. Later, I gave up because I had to study."

Curiosity filled her red cheeks.

He was a little embarrassed, but still scratched his head: "There's no bamboo flute here either."

She just looked at him expectantly.

He retreated: "How about I sing for you... hum a song."

She blushed and nodded slightly.

"Ahem..." He cleared his throat and then hummed softly with his out-of-tune voice.

The singing was not very nice and Yike had to hold back her laughter until her face turned red.

But that song was the best song she had ever heard.

Love When the Earth Destroys

His clenched fists slowly loosened, tears flowed from his eyes, dripping down his cheeks onto the table.

Yike looked at Qianlin in front of her stupidly, with only the humming voice in her ears: "You...really...Qianlin..."

Zheng Yaqian couldn’t possibly know this song. Only she and he knew this song.

Only they know...

"Qianlin!"

Her crying voice was trembling. Yike didn't want to think about why Qianlin was resurrected and why he appeared here.

She just wanted to go up to him, throw herself into his arms, hug him, and tell him.

I love you.

The outstretched arms reached out to the empty space; the chair that had originally been occupied by someone was now empty.

Yike opened her eyes wide and let the tears flow down her cheeks.

She stood up in a panic and looked around the room anxiously, trying to find him.

The humming sound is still there, but the owner of that sound is nowhere to be seen.

"Qianlin! Qianlin!" Yike looked around anxiously and shouted in the room, like a helpless child calling for support.

She stood alone in the center of the room, trembling, letting the tears fall.

"I came to say goodbye."

The moment the voice sounded, Yike turned around and looked.

In front of the living room, Qianlin smiled gently.