I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Song Guicheng felt that Pei Shuangjin was not in a good mood this morning. Although it was difficult to see anything from his face, a kind of dullness flowed from his eyes.

And the most direct manifestation is that he did not rush to make breakfast this morning!

"What happened?" Song Guicheng raised his head from the hot towel and asked, with clear doubts flashing in his wet eyes.

Pei Shuangjin couldn't stand the look in his eyes, so she raised her hand and covered her face with the towel he had taken off.

Song Guicheng:……???

"It's okay," Pei Shuangjin said, "I just didn't sleep well."

Of course Song Guicheng didn't believe it, but he knew Pei Shuangjin's character well. He was like a gourd with a saw-mouth and couldn't open his mouth to say anything he didn't want to say.

But it doesn’t matter, Song Guicheng has a way to deal with him.

……

"Why don't you eat it?" Pei Shuangjin pushed the rice cake and red bean soup towards Song Guicheng, "Not to your liking?"

Song Guicheng shook his head.

Pei Shuangjin picked up another piece of cheese beef tamagoyaki for him.

Song Guicheng sighed.

Pei Shuang used her ultimate trick and brought out the matcha glutinous rice cake. The soft, sweet outer skin was filled with cream and was extremely delicious.

Song Guicheng took a look and then closed his eyes.

Someone had just brought breakfast over, but Song Guicheng hadn't eaten a single bite yet. He lay listlessly on the table, his delicate eyebrows twisted into a ball, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes.

Pei Shuangjin was helpless and touched his head: "Eat a little, huh? Don't we have to go to your house?"

Song Guicheng remained silent for a while before he said in a sullen voice, "But you don't seem very happy today, so I can't be happy either."

Pei Shuangjin actually saw the cunning and smile that flashed across Song Guicheng's eyes, and knew that this was an excuse to pry open his mouth, but his heart still couldn't help but tremble.

He put down his chopsticks and spoke slowly: "It's actually no big deal..."

Pei Shuangjin suddenly stopped, not knowing where to start.

What should he say? He should say I know you are seeing another person through me. The painful love and attachment in your eyes when you gaze at me is just filtering through my outer shell, and your sincere inner self is dedicated to the other person in your heart.

Or, I like you uncontrollably, for no reason, just like I love you naturally, just like I love my own soul. Even though I know that your gazes don't all belong to me, I still feel hopelessly happy from the bottom of my heart. At least it's me who's standing in front of you, it's me who's receiving those gazes, and it's still me who's hugging you.

I know, but I don't want to say it out loud. This kind of gaze will linger on me longer and longer, until you think of me when you meet that person again.

The raindrops outside the window dampened the atmosphere between the two. Pei Shuang looked at Song Guicheng in silence for a moment, and finally asked, "You will remember me, right?"

Pei Shuangjin's questions and the sound of rain were heard by Song Guicheng at the same time, so his usually calm voice seemed to be stained by the raindrops, creating ripples that slowly spread in Song Guicheng's heart.

Song Guicheng tightened his grip on the spoon, then took a sip of the red bean soup: "Of course, you are Pei Shuangjin, I know, and you always have been."

After hearing this, Pei Shuangjin's expression finally relaxed and he lowered his head to start eating breakfast.

When two extremely intelligent and equally sensitive people fall in love, there are many things that don't need to be said, and many things that cannot be said.

So don’t explain anymore. The best thing is to drink two sips of hot rice cake and red bean soup together in the chill of the spring rain.

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“One…two…three…four…five…”

Pei Shuangjin took the address Song Guicheng gave him and checked the residential addresses one by one.

This is a remote country road. There is no repaired cement road, but it is paved with stones. It is wet by rain and mixed with soil and weeds. It is muddy and dirty, but fortunately it is not difficult to pass.

Pei Shuangjin held an umbrella in one hand and a cell phone in the other. After passing four households, he finally stopped at the door of the fifth household.

"It's here." Pei Shuangjin confirmed the address on his phone.

Although this place also belongs to Goshaku-ting, it is too remote. It is at the border with Sanei-cho. It is desolate and sparsely populated.

At least when the two of them got out of the car and walked along the way, they didn't see any human figures, and even the traces of living people were rarely seen. It was so quiet that it was a little creepy.

Song Guicheng stopped outside the fence at the entrance and looked around the wooden house. The fence was overgrown with vines, the wooden house was short and dilapidated, weeds were clinging to the base of the wall, and it was washed to pieces by the heavy rain, and it looked like it had been neglected for a long time.

If the two steps at the door were not clean, people would probably mistake it for an abandoned house.

Perhaps influenced by "Song Guicheng", Song Guicheng always felt that the house in front of him was somewhat familiar.

Song Guicheng is an orphan. His parents were killed by a car when he was a child because they ran a red light after an argument. His grandmother raised him with a pitiful compensation and passed away last year. He has since become an orphan and lives on a meager monthly pension from the government.

As a result, his school bag was worn out, his school uniform didn't fit him well, he was bullied and ignored, he had a gloomy personality and no friends.

Reality is not like novels. The protagonists in novels are beautiful, strong and miserable. Although they are miserable, they are also beautiful and strong. After hard work, they will eventually succeed.

However, in reality, "Song Guicheng" is just an ordinary person, without a distinguished family background, a smart mind, or superior appearance. Just surviving takes too much energy, and it is too difficult to make a comeback through hard work. Even the basic living space is squeezed, so how can there be room for hard work?

Thinking of all this, Song Guicheng was a little lost in thought. He stared blankly at the wooden house in front of him without moving. Pei Shuangjin patted him on the shoulder gently: "Come on, go in."

Song Guicheng nodded, reached out and pushed open the wooden fence, "creaky", as the fence opened, the cold rain wet his palms, bringing a strange chill. Song Guicheng curled up his palms and walked inside silently.

The courtyard was small but crowded, filled with all kinds of debris, broken chairs, cracked cooking pots, and even rusty farm tools. It looked a bit depressing in the low rain.

After taking two or three steps to the door, Song Guicheng took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole. With a "click", the door opened. A damp and stuffy smell hit him in the face, and Song Guicheng coughed twice.

Pei Shuangjin pulled him behind him and walked in first.

The light in the room was dim and he couldn't see the environment inside clearly. Pei Shuangjin relied on his intuition to touch the light switch. With a "click", the light flickered and jumped twice before actually coming on.

Dim light emanated from the lamp tube above his head. When Song Guicheng looked up, he saw a small dark brown shrine facing him. It was the most conspicuous object in the empty hall.

But the shrine was covered with a layer of dust, so it was difficult to see what god was enshrined there.

Not only the shrine, but the entire main room was covered with a layer of dust. The rain soaked it and turned it into stains on the floor and walls, making the already dark room even dirtier.

Song Guicheng was not surprised by the messy appearance of the house. After all, the comfortable and leisurely country life was just people's fantasy of transcending suffering. If you really go to such a remote and desolate place, you will find that dusty paths, receivers with poor signals, and roofs soaked with dust and mud are the norm.

He stepped inside and found that there was only one room left in the house besides the main hall. It was undoubtedly "Song Guicheng's" bedroom.

"It should be right there."

Song Guicheng pointed at the closed door on the right side of the main room. The wooden door was old and cracked, with spots of unknown stains. He stared at the old wooden door, and for some reason, his heart suddenly began to beat faster.

There seemed to be something in the room tempting him to go over there. His heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible big hand, and numbness ran from the top of his head to his feet.

What puzzled him even more was that he could not resist this temptation, nor could he recover from this dazed and almost blind state. Boom, boom, boom, his heartbeat was rapid and violent, as if it would jump out of his chest in the next second.