Infinity: Others play games with krypton gold, I play games with krypton life

Xiao Qianchuan didn’t know which floor this was, but looking up, he still couldn’t see the end.

The person who suddenly appeared at the stairs seemed to be waiting for him on purpose.

The man had his back to Xiao Qianchuan, and his figure looked somewhat familiar.

Continuing up the stairs, Xiao Qianchuan stopped when he was two steps away from the man.

"you……"

He was about to ask the guy who was blocking his way to move out of the way, but before Xiao Qianchuan could open his mouth, the other person turned around. The next words were all stuck in his throat.

It’s Ling Rizhao!

Xiao Qianchuan couldn't believe his eyes.

He closed his eyes and shook his head vigorously. He was already having a headache from the ubiquitous fragrance, and this shook him even more dizzy. He staggered and was about to fall down the stairs.

Xiao Qianchuan quickly grabbed the stair railing, but the person opposite him reached out and grabbed him first, bringing him directly into his arms.

"open!"

Before figuring out the true identity of the person who came, Xiao Qianchuan was very resistant to the man's touch and began to struggle subconsciously.

But the smell in that embrace was too familiar.

The scent of grass after being exposed to the sun made Xiao Qianchuan soften unconsciously, and he buried his whole face in the other's arms.

This guy smells the same as Ling Rizhao.

Xiao Qianchuan had no way to resist.

The embrace was so warm that it almost made him cry.

Xiao Qianchuan took a deep breath, supported the other person's shoulders, used all his self-control to push away the embrace that he was so reluctant to leave, and asked with his head raised.

"Who are you?"

His voice was a little hoarse, and it seemed that all the tears that couldn't flow out had poured into his throat. Xiao Qianchuan cleared his throat, and it tasted salty and bitter.

The man had the same face as Ling Rizhao, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. There was no difference in appearance, temperament, or even taste.

Anyone who comes to see it will think that it is Ling Rizhao.

But Xiao Qianchuan didn't dare to conclude, and was even a little scared.

The person on the other side didn't answer for a long time. Xiao Qianchuan became more and more nervous. His hands clenched tightly unconsciously, leaving radiating wrinkles on the cuffs of the other person's shirt.

I don't know how long it took, but the man finally responded.

One minute, or maybe an hour, Xiao Qianchuan lost his concept of time and felt like he had been waiting for a lifetime.

"I do not remember."

Just a few words made Xiao Qianchuan break down his defenses.

Tears flowed out of his eyes uncontrollably, and no matter how he blinked to hold them back, they just kept flowing out.

Ugly and embarrassing.

It was as if there was something seriously wrong with his brain. He was holding onto a person who didn't remember anything, crying silently.

So stupid.

Xiao Qianchuan let go of the other person's hand and lowered his head to wipe his face.

His palms were all wet and he couldn't wipe his face clean. He became annoyed and wiped even harder.

Suddenly, someone gently stroked the back of my head, and then I was pressed into that person's arms.

"I don't remember who I am, but I remember you."

Xiao Qianchuan's tears miraculously stopped.

So he stopped struggling and even stretched out his arms to wrap around the other's waist, deepening the hug.

Xiao Qianchuan's voice was muffled, "How long have you been waiting here?"

"I do not remember."

This sentence again, Xiao Qianchuan rubbed his face on the other's clothes to clean it, then looked up and stared into his eyes.

Those eyes were as deep and dark as usual, but with a hint of confusion.

"I just know that I'm waiting for someone. Waiting for someone who is very important to me."

Xiao Qianchuan felt as uncomfortable as if he was being scratched by a cat. He couldn't figure out what was going on with this man, and he couldn't go to the next level.

Holding the other person's hand, Xiao Qianchuan gently stroked the callus on the other person's index finger and asked.

"What if the person you are waiting for never comes?"

The man frowned, as if he had never thought about this question before. But he knew his answer very well.

"I'll keep waiting."

Tears welled up in Xiao Qianchuan's eyes again. He looked up and stared into the other person's eyes and asked.

"Is it me you're waiting for?"

"I do not remember."

What Xiao Qianchuan hated to hear the most now was this sentence. He was about to shake his hand, but the other party grabbed his fingertips.

"Although I don't remember who I was waiting for, when you appeared in front of me, I knew it was you. You are the one I have been waiting for."

These words were so powerful that coming from Ling Rizhao's mouth, they were no less powerful than the strongest liquor. The sparks created by the clinking of glasses could instantly burn a person's heart to the point of bursting.

The heat spread from his cheeks to his ears. Xiao Qianchuan's head was swollen and he seemed to speak without thinking.

"What are you waiting for me to do?"

Xiao Qianchuan thought the other party would answer "I don't remember" or "I don't know" again. But unexpectedly, this time the other party answered very straightforwardly.

"hug you."

Just two simple words, and Xiao Qianchuan's body reacted almost instantly.

He subconsciously wanted to distance himself from the other person, but the other person held him tightly in his arms.

"Don't go!"

"do not leave Me."

"stay."

Every word of pleading melted Xiao Qianchuan's heart, but his body became more stiff uncontrollably.

Xiao Qianchuan's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his heartbeat was so fast that it was almost unbalanced.

The ball in his pocket had been beating hard since the morning, trying to remind him of something, but Xiao Qianchuan was completely attracted to the man in front of him and didn't notice it at all.

Xiao Qianchuan was pulled forward by the man, and the two of them walked into a door hand in hand.

The audience in the live broadcast room was more anxious than the dumpling in his pocket. The barrage of comments was flooding the screen frantically, and all they were crying and shouting were reminders and requests to stay.

[No! My dear, don't follow the monster. You can't trust anyone in the Nine Abyss Demon Realm.]

[The little beauty is so smart, didn't she notice something was wrong? There's no way he couldn't recognize the real Ling Rizhao. Could that really be Ling's residual soul?]

[This is Ling's residual soul. What is the white ball that merged with God X?]

[Ah! How could this happen? My scalp is itchy! Is it possible that I have a brain? I can’t figure it out. I can’t figure it out at all. What on earth is going on?]

[I heard that if you stay in the Eight Abysses for too long, your mind will be confused and your memory will be distorted. The evil creatures inside will do their best to keep the players and eat their souls bit by bit.]

[So that guy is really not Ling? That’s it! It seems that Xiao Chuanchuan has been completely bewitched by that evil creature.]

[Wuwu... No! My dear wife, please wake up.]

The audience in the live broadcast room was as anxious as ants on a hot pan, and the dumplings in their pockets were almost about to burst their pants, but Xiao Qianchuan took the man's hand slowly and led him back to his home.

Starting from the third floor of Bayuan.Seyu, the rooms around it are no longer quaint Chinese-style rooms. Each floor has its own unique style.

Xiao Qianchuan was currently standing at the door of a room on the seventh floor.

It was an ordinary security door, not closed tightly, as if the owner was only away for a short while and would be back soon.

"come in!"

The man took Xiao Qianchuan's hand and pushed the door gently, and it opened.

He opened the shoe cabinet naturally, took out a pair of soft-soled slippers, squatted in front of Xiao Qianchuan, held his calf, and spoke softly.

"Lift your feet."

Xiao Qianchuan raised his foot obediently, and then he realized that the other person was helping him change his shoes.

"No, no! I...I can do it myself."

But the man was inexplicably strong on this point. He grabbed Xiao Qianchuan's retracting ankle and slowly pulled him over.

After changing his shoes, Xiao Qianchuan felt his legs were going weak.

He stood in the fantasy room, leaning against the wall. When Ling Rizhao had changed his shoes, he discovered that the pair on his feet were the same as the other's.

Couple models.

This word suddenly popped up in Xiao Qianchuan's mind, making him feel inexplicably ashamed.

He followed the other person's footsteps into the living room. The room was small but warm.

The beige wallpaper gives a very warm feeling. There is a linen fabric sofa against the wall, which looks very comfortable.

The man seemed to be able to see through Xiao Qianchuan's inner thoughts, and pulled him to sit on it. The two of them sank into the sofa together, half of their bodies touching each other, and they were extremely relaxed.

Xiao Qianchuan leaned back on the sofa with his head tilted back and his brows relaxed when he heard the man beside him say.

"Welcome home."

Welcome home?

These four words are extremely tempting to Xiao Qianchuan.

In the past twenty-three years, he had longed for someone to say this to him countless times.

He once thought that he would never have a normal family, and that after leaving the orphanage, he would no longer have a family to live with.

But now, he felt like he was dreaming.

Everything here is just as he imagined it would be.

He likes small apartments, his favorite minimalist style of decoration, and the sofas, dining tables and even carpets are all his favorite styles.

This house is simply his ideal home.

And the family that Xiao Qianchuan longed for most was sitting next to him at this moment.

Is there anything more satisfying than this moment?

The answer is no.

Xiao Qianchuan is easily contented.