Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

Meng Xing walked alone, holding a box of packaged handmade pastries and a small bag of flower seeds.

The former was given to him by the girl's mother, and the latter was given to him by the little girl named Pingping.

Neither Meng Xing nor Pingping's mother made a tacit agreement not to tell Pingping the truth. The child will always grow up, and sooner or later she will know what the end means.

But before she grew up enough to understand these things, she had probably solidified into a statue in the snow. The name Pingping is a homophony of "ping", which means peace, but in the apocalypse, living safely has become a luxury.

So in the only time left, it doesn't matter whether the truth is true or not. Meng Xing and Pingping's mother jointly maintain the lie that the flowers will bloom.

Pingping believed it and even gave some flower seeds to Meng Xing as a thank you gift for helping her mother yesterday.

Meng Xing accepted it, but he did not plan to plant it because he knew the flowers would not bloom and everything would be in vain before the ice and snow of the doomsday.

Planting flowers is in vain, hoarding supplies for warmth is also in vain, the severe cold will freeze everything. Most of the faces passing by him on the street will die in the apocalypse like the mother and daughter.

Meng Xing was unable to help the mother and daughter. His ticket was given to him by Wen Rulan. His identity information had been bound to his name and he could not give it to anyone else.

He might be able to ask Wen Rulan for help. If it was his request, Wen Rulan would probably be willing to help the mother and daughter, who had never met each other, get the tickets. Meng Xing has such confidence that Wen Rulan will not reject him, but can he really say such a thing?

Every ticket is precious. Wen Rulan has a high status because he is the professor who led the team to develop the artificial sun. However, there are also people with high status in the military and political circles, academia, etc.

Among the 100 million tickets, every spot is a game of power and strength. Although Wen Rulan didn't say it, Meng Xing also knew that it was not easy to get a spot.

Wen Rulan might be able to get another one with great effort, and Meng Xing could be generous and give it to the poor mother and daughter to satisfy his own sympathy, but what about the others?

Meng Xing saw all the lifeless people walking on this street. Who wouldn't pity them?

He can't help everyone, and he can't help everyone, just like he can't make flowers bloom in the cold.

The only thing he could do was to put away his useless sympathy, live cruelly and selfishly, and spend August 8th with Wen Rulan.

This was just a dream, and dreams were all false phantoms, so he didn't need to care so much.

Speaking of which, Wen Rulan is actually just a phantom. After all, whether this dream or the owner of the dream, to Meng Xing, they are just characters in the game.

He should be rational and calm, keep himself separate from the people and things in the game, and always treat it with the mentality of an outsider in the game. But I don’t know when it started. He seems to be gradually unable to distinguish between inside and outside, and between reality and reality.

Wen Rulan became more and more important to him. Whether it was his obsession to win or something else, Meng Xing himself couldn't tell.

The people and events he encountered in the dream became more and more real, making him unable to help but feel sad and trapped in their despair.

Despair is like a quagmire, like an abyss. The closer you get and the more you stare, the easier it is to be dragged down.

Meng Xing stopped. He took a deep breath and forced himself not to think about it. He tried to make his heart cold and hard, like the ice and snow at the end of the world.

After all kinds of efforts, Meng Xing seemed to feel a little better. He didn't know whether it was because he had stood in the snow for too long and frozen his mind, or whether he had really succeeded in hardening his heart.

But at least, he no longer felt as uncomfortable as before. He could maintain his normal expression and pick up Wen Rulan from get off work.

At 8:30 in the evening, Meng Xing received a text message from Wen Rulan. Wen Rulan was about to get off work, and Meng Xing went to buy a cup of hot tea as promised.

He timed it just right. When Wen Rulan came downstairs, the tea was still slightly hot. In such a low temperature, the temperature was just right to warm up the body.

Although Wen Rulan received Meng Xing's guarantee in the morning, his secret uneasiness finally disappeared when he saw Meng Xing fulfill his promise at night.

He smiled at Meng Xing, and then went home with Meng Xing. After washing up, they said good night to each other and ended the day as usual.

But this day was different. Meng Xing lay on the bed in his room, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

He turned over and over again, and when he turned over again, he saw the bag containing flower seeds that he had placed on the bedside cabinet.

Flowers can only grow under the warm sunshine and stretch their branches and leaves under the scorching sun. It is impossible to bloom in the extremely cold wind and snow. Meng Xing had already recognized this fact, but at this moment he couldn't help but think...

Is it really impossible?

He suddenly turned over and sat up, opening the system interface that he had not opened for a long time.

This long time was actually only five days. He opened it when he came to this dreamland, and later when he met Wen Rulan again, he also opened it.

On the second day after their reunion, Wen Rulan gave him his bank card, but Meng Xing did not draw the card as enthusiastically as usual. He seemed to have lost interest in drawing the card.

Because he found that every time he tried hard to draw something, nothing would come out. Every time a high-level card appeared, it seemed that it was when he really needed something.

Meng Xing had drawn ten cards to test the water before, but as he expected, nothing came out, so he stopped thinking, threw the system aside, and never took care of it again.

Now, he opened the system again. He did not recharge too much, only the amount that could be withdrawn once.

It stands to reason that with his ups and downs of luck, he should recharge his cards a little more often so that he can really draw the cards he wants. But Meng Xing suddenly felt that maybe once was enough, enough.

He put his hand into the constantly moving cards, and then selected the only one among the thousands of cards, the one whose answer was already determined.

Meng Xing rubbed the back of the card with his fingers and turned the card over in front of his eyes.

Purple light flashed, and the spring flowers bloomed on the SR-level card.

There were no instructions written on the card, but Meng Xing seemed to know how to use it instinctively. He took the bag of flower seeds from the cabinet, placed the seeds in his palm, and clenched it into a fist.

He used the SR-level card he had just drawn again, and after a moment, he released his clasped fingers again.

Without any effort on his part, the upward-growing shoots had already forcefully pushed away his fingers. Without the restraint of his fingers, they thrived in Meng Xing's palm.

The branches and leaves grew taller and taller inch by inch. They grew very fast. Every time Meng Xing blinked, their roots became stronger.

Delicate flower buds are pulled out from the branches and leaves, and the flower buds grow into green flower buds, and the flower buds reveal the stamens. Finally, the gorgeous petals that are no longer green stretch out piece by piece, blooming to fill the room with floral fragrance...

The flowers bloomed.

When Wen Rulan woke up in the morning, she was keenly aware of something unusual. For example, Meng Xing, who had always been a little depressed, seemed to be in a good mood today, and for example, his clean and tidy home seemed to have an unexpected smell.

It's not a bad smell, it's a light, not strong smell, but it fills the tip of your nose.

Like the scent of flowers. But in such a time, how can there be flowers in full bloom?

Wen Rulan thought it was her imagination until Meng Xing actually brought a bouquet of flowers and handed it to him.

The flowers were bright and soft, definitely not fake flowers made of plastic, and as he got closer to them, the floral scent became a little stronger.

"Where did it come from?" Wen Rulan was a little surprised.

Meng Xing did not answer, but smiled mysteriously, then put the flowers on the dining table in the living room, and found a bottle to put the flowers in.

Wen Rulan didn't ask any more questions, because he could roughly guess how it came about. Everything that Meng Xing showed that was beyond common sense could be explained by the system.

However, when he saw Meng Xing take down one of the flowers separately and put it in a small bottle, as if he was going to take it away and give it away, he was a little disgusted.

Because he was right next to Meng Xing, and Meng Xing was going to give it away early. This flower must not be for him. Who could it be?

Wen Rulan held back and did not ask, and went all the way from home to the institute. He finally couldn't hold it in any longer. The little taste he felt during the not-too-distant journey brewed into sour jealousy at a rocket-like speed.

He should have gone directly upstairs, but he stood still in the hall and asked Meng Xing in front of him: "Who are you going to give that flower to?"

Meng Xing was stunned for a moment when he was asked, and then he noticed a sour smell.

He never expected that Wen Rulan would be jealous because of such a thing. After all, the person he sent flowers to was just a five or six-year-old girl, less than one meter tall.

But then he thought about it, Wen Rulan didn't know who he was giving it to, and she didn't know that the person Meng Xing was sending flowers to was not even as tall as his waist, so it was understandable to be jealous.

Wait...how did he rationalize that Wen Rulan would be jealous of him?

This question popped up in Meng Xing's mind, but he still explained: "To a little girl I just met, who is so tall."

He gestured to his waist. Wen Rulan also realized from this height that the other party did not pose any threat.

But it's one thing not to threaten, it's another thing to continue to be jealous. Meng Xing thought about giving flowers to others, why didn't he think about giving them to him?

He still pursed his lips slightly and looked directly at Meng Xing.

Meng Xingfu reached his heart and added: "I will bring you a flower when I pick you up in the evening."

Wen Rulan was satisfied, his eyebrows relaxed again, he said goodbye to Meng Xing with a smile, and then turned around and went upstairs in a happy mood.

Meng Xingming saw him off, and then left the institute himself.

Pingping's mother told Meng Xing yesterday that they would leave around noon. It was just eight o'clock now, so there should be enough time.

He had been to the street where the mother and daughter lived three times, and he was familiar with it, so he arrived at the location quickly.

He held the small vase with flowers in his hand. He chose a nice-looking vase, and on the way there, he dug some soil and put it in the vase.

Although this flower did not sprout from the soil and absorb nutrients to grow like a normal plant, but was forced to bloom by an external force, Meng Xing did not know that such a force could keep the flower blooming. How long does it last? He thought that putting it in the soil might make the flowers bloom longer.

He hoped that this flower could accompany the mother and daughter and become the only bright color in this hopeless and pale ice and snow.

When Meng Xing arrived, Pingping was standing on the roadside. Next to her was her mother's snowmobile, but her mother was no longer around. She was probably still packing things upstairs.

Meng Xing didn't pay much attention. He walked over quietly. Pingping's back was turned to him and he didn't see the vase in his hand. He wanted to give Pingping a surprise.

But similarly, Meng Xing didn't see Pingping's face or what she was holding in her hand.

Meng Xing patted Pingping on the shoulder. When Pingping turned around subconsciously, Meng Xing thought that only the other party would be surprised. But when he really saw what Pingping was holding, his own surprise was even more serious. a little.

Because Pingping also held a small vase in her hand, also filled with soil, and also had a... blooming flower.

How is this possible?

The flowers are just ordinary flowers, as bright as the ones in Meng Xing's hand. They are no more or more beautiful than other flowers, but they are not ordinary because Meng Xing clearly knows where the flowers in his hands come from. , and also knew that no one else should be able to make flowers bloom in this doomsday except him.

Unless... someone other than Meng Xing changes the rules of dreams.

The author has something to say:. There is another update at nine o'clock in the evening. Although no one is urging me, I must write down the update of 5000 nutrient solution today.

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