Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

Because they met so early this time, Mengzejun had the opportunity to grow up with Wen Rulan.

Wen Rulan was just eight years old, and he still had more than ten years before his destined death. But the time rules of this dream are different from reality. From the moment Meng Zejun entered this dream, the pursuit of heaven began again.

The power of heaven is interfering with the rules of time. They don't have more than ten years, they still only have ten days.

Wen Rulan will grow up very quickly. Every day in this dream is like one or two years to him. Today he has the figure of an eight-year-old, and tomorrow he will have the figure of a nearly ten-year-old.

But his mind did not develop along with his body. He was still the eight-year-old child, ignorant and immature. He had no memory of his encounter with Meng Zejun, and only regarded him as a new stranger who claimed to be his patron saint.

They met again from scratch, which felt familiar and new. Wen Rulan felt familiar. Although he had never met this man before, he felt a natural sense of familiarity and closeness to him, as if they had known each other for a long time. At first, he could use his reason to stay vigilant and keep a distance, but soon he was defeated by the feeling in his heart that he wanted to get closer to the other person.

Mengzejun found it strange. Although he had seen Wen Rulan's memories, he could not see them in general terms as concretely as through personal experience. He watched Wen Rulan grow up in front of his eyes, and her facial features grew day by day, as if he was watching a flower gradually bloom. put flowers.

He recorded the blooming process. Every day, he had Wen Rulan stand close to the ginkgo tree in the garden, and then drew a white mark on the trunk according to Wen Rulan's height.

The white marks are growing one by one, and Wen Rulan is growing taller and taller day by day. This is a relaxing and enjoyable process, just like the childhood of most children. With Mengzejun's constant companionship, those nightmares of being bullied by his parents, brothers and that vicious dog would no longer come to Wen Rulan. Hatred still weighed heavily in his heart, but there was something heavier that could hold him back. Squeezing it little by little, it disappeared in the end.

When he was with Mr. Mengze, his heart was filled with sweetness and joy, and the gloom in his dream slowly faded away. When the white mark reached the third mark, the color re-dyed the leaves on the branches.

But what came at the same time was the cold murderous intent.

The ginkgo tree in Wenjia's courtyard is old, and its branches are thick and strong. Even in a typhoon day, when other trees were blown over and overturned, this ginkgo tree remained firm. But there was obviously no typhoon today, and there was not even a perceptible wind. This ginkgo tree collapsed for no reason.

When the tree fell, Wen Rulan stood close to the tree like he had done two days ago, letting Mengzejun measure his height. He was already as tall as a thirteen-year-old boy at this time, and his stature was slowly approaching Meng Zejun. The logic in the dream was blurred. He did not realize that there was something wrong with the speed at which he was growing up, only that he was slowly changing. as tall and happy as the man.

He didn't notice the tree's toppling. He only saw Mengzejun's face suddenly becoming serious. Then he was picked up by Mengzejun, and in an instant, he had already retreated out of the courtyard.

After a few more breaths, he heard a huge sound from behind, like something heavy hitting the ground. When Wen Rulan turned around, she was choked by the dust raised on the ground, and then looked through the dust. Qing Dynasty, the ginkgo tree that recorded his growth suddenly collapsed.

He was stunned and didn't understand why this happened. At the same time, he was a little scared. The direction where the ginkgo tree collapsed was exactly the direction he was standing just now. If Mengzejun hadn't reacted quickly and hugged him back in time, he would have been stricken. The branches were directly smashed to death.

He clenched Mengzejun's sleeves uneasily. Mengzejun frowned and looked at the fallen ginkgo tree, but when he felt Wen Rulan's uneasiness, he suddenly softened his expression.

"It's okay." He said to Wen Rulan, "It's probably because the tree was old and the inside was hollowed out, so it fell suddenly."

Empty...? Wen Rulan did not question this statement, but he felt that this leafy tree did not look like it had been hollowed out.

The truth is of course not empty, but God is taking action. This is far from being a real killing move, but just a warning to Lord Mengze.

It must maintain order and kill those who deserve to die. It does not allow people to violate it, nor does it allow people to entertain any delusions of struggle.

Mengzejun understood, but his choice was to hold Wen Rulan tighter in his arms. After he calmed down Wen Rulan's emotions, he took Wen Rulan to play elsewhere as before.

He ignored Tian's warning, and the consequence was that in the following days, Wen Rulan's fatal accidents increased in frequency, and the degree of danger increased again and again.

Like a movie called Death Comes, when Wen Rulan walks on the road, billboards will fall down for no reason, manhole covers on the road will disappear, and the gas valve at home will leak for no reason.

He had passed through all kinds of deaths, but he had not suffered any damage. Mr. Mengze has been protecting him, like a big tree that shields him from the wind and rain. The wind and rain are isolated by Mr. Mengze's broad shoulders.

Mengzejun also used various reasons to explain these accidents again and again, soothing Wen Rulan's emotions. But Wen Rulan was still getting more and more uneasy. He had a vague premonition of something, and held Mengze Jun's hand tighter and tighter.

There were only two of them in this dream, but neither of them felt lonely, and instead enjoyed this two-person world. But this quiet and beautiful solitude was broken by an uninvited guest who came to the dreamland on the fifth day.

When he noticed Wujin, Mengzejun only glanced at him and then withdrew his gaze. As if he didn't exist, he continued his previous actions, pushing Wen Rulan on the swing.

Wen Rulan is almost sixteen years old now, and is only a little shorter than Mengzejun, but his mind is still stuck at the age of eight, and he enjoys such childish activities endlessly.

When he was happy, he did not forget to switch with Mengzejun and let Mengzejun sit on the swing while he pushed behind.

Mengzejun did not refuse and agreed with a smile.

Just when Wen Rulan jumped off the swing and turned back, he finally noticed the stranger who had appeared at an unknown time.

He was also a stranger, but this person's feeling was completely different from the feeling Mengzejun gave him. Wujin's appearance was undoubtedly outstanding and extremely deceptive. His facial features were handsome and soft, like a kind and good person.

But at the same time, Wen Rulan felt an inexplicable coldness in her heart, like a poisonous snake smiling at him.

Wujin was really smiling at him, kind and amiable, as gentle as the big brother next door.

Wen Rulan suddenly became nervous. He reached out to grab Mengzejun's hand, trying to remind him. Mengzejun took Wen Rulan's hand instead and said calmly: "Don't worry about him, let's continue playing."

He said so, and he really turned a blind eye to Wujin as he said, treating the other party as nothing but air.

But Wen Rulan couldn't do this. When he was pushing the swing, he turned his head frequently, like a deer wary of a tiger crawling in the forest that was about to attack him at any time.

The smile disappeared from his face and he was in no mood to play anymore. Mr. Mengze noticed it and suggested: "It's getting late. Let's go back here first."

Wen Rulan said "hmm", took Mengzejun's hand and followed him back.

Wujin did not follow because before leaving, Mengzejun gave him a warning look. Wu Jin looked at the backs of the two men and shrugged. He was not embarrassed because he was squeezed out by these two people. Instead, he looked at them with interest.

In the following days, Wu Jin did not come closer, nor did he appear in front of Mengzejun and Wen Rulan, but he did not leave either. Mengzejun could feel that the other party had been lingering in this dream, as if waiting. What.

He probably knew Wu Jin's purpose, but he didn't want to talk to him now. He just wanted to concentrate on accompanying Wen Rulan and spend the remaining few days.

Meng Zejun used to think that time was meaningless and the most worthless thing to him. He embarked on a journey to kill the boredom in the long time, just to make this boring time easier.

But now he suddenly understood the saying that every inch of time in the world means every inch of gold. Some things can be undone, but time cannot. It is a river that never stops flowing, always moving forward, non-stop every second.

No matter how short and precious this period of time is, Mr. Mengze cannot make it longer. He can only accept it, just like accepting this destiny of death.

The calendar has reached August 10th, and Wen Rulan's appearance is already that of a complete adult, and he is a mature adult who has lost the youthfulness.

He still has the mind of a child, but he can't just be a carefree child like he was a few days ago. His inner uneasiness is getting more and more serious. No matter how much Mengzejun comforts him, those things lurking around him are , more and more murderous intentions are revealed at any time, and they are becoming more and more deadly.

He escaped again and again, but he was always afraid that the next time he would not be able to escape.

Mengzejun wanted to give Wen Rulan a guarantee to put her mind at ease, but in fact, he could not give a guarantee, he could only give lies.

This is the last chance. He has used up three thousand chances. Three thousand chances have failed to reverse his defeat. What changes can he make on the third thousand and first time?

He didn't know it himself, so he couldn't reassure Wen Rulan.

But he could give Wen Rulan the answer. Wen Rulan had asked many times in the past few days. Regarding these ubiquitous murderous intentions, Mengzejun always used accidents to explain it away. Wen Rulan never believed it was an accident, but he didn't at first. Asking for answers, now, in a growing panic, he wanted to figure out the reason for everything.

On August 10th, when Wen Rulan asked again, Mengzejun was no longer prevaricating as before.

He was sitting in the garden of the villa, where the flowers were bright and lush and stretched into a sea. He reached out and rubbed Wen Rulan's head: "Do you really want to know?"

Wen Rulan nodded, and at the same time, the earth suddenly trembled slightly.

It's an earthquake. Starting from the eighth day, there will be earthquakes in this dream from time to time. Wen Rulan is somewhat used to it, but today's earthquake is stronger than before. The houses were intact in the previous earthquakes, but today's earthquake, the Wen family's Dust began to fall from the top of the villa, conveying an urgent sense of crisis, as if cracks would appear in the earth at the next moment and swallow him up.

Wen Rulan hugged Mengzejun suddenly. He was very scared, very scared, very scared.

Mengzejun patted his back and comforted him: "It's okay."

His words did not have any credible force. The ground shook more and more violently. The bricks of the houses began to fall, the trees on the streets began to collapse, and even the sky in the distance showed signs of cracks.

Amidst the continuous "bang" sounds, the sea of ​​​​flowers they were in was the only area that was not affected by the vibration. It was like the eye of a storm, and this calm was in danger.

But Meng Zejun still said: "It's okay..."

He rested his chin on Wen Rulan's shoulder, and his slender fingers penetrated into the hair on the back of Wen Rulan's head, and the shining white light wrapped around his fingertips.

"Just get some sleep and you'll be fine." He whispered in Wen Rulan's ear.

Wen Rulan suddenly felt very sleepy, and her eyelids seemed to be filled with lead and kept sinking.

"Good night." This was the last word he heard Mengzejun say to him.

Then, he fell asleep, but his sleep was not peaceful. He was dreaming, a long, long dream. In the dream, he had a completely different encounter with Mr. Mengze, and Mr. Mengze was not like he is now. She stayed with him every step of the way, but one day, the other person suddenly left.

When the other party left, he felt very sad, as if his life no longer had any glory. He was so sad that he wanted to cry and vent hysterically.

This sadness was so real that it didn't seem fake at all, as if it was a forgotten memory of his.

And the more the dream went on, the deeper his feeling became. He pursued the other person in the dream, and after several years of pursuit, he was finally able to impress the other person.

But before he could stay with the other person in the future, he died unexpectedly. Then there are countless reincarnations, and we say goodbye again and again under the countdown of ten days.

He experienced three thousand reincarnations one by one in his dream.

Mengzejun sat in the sea of ​​flowers and hugged Wen Rulan for a while. Then, amid the increasingly violent vibrations, he stood up and left.

Before leaving, he carefully placed Wen Rulan and let her pillow on the soft green grass.

He himself walked out of the garden and had a final battle with destiny amidst the collapse of the sky and the earth.

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