The house is money, the story is life

Inside the mirror was a face that was too delicate for a man.

About sixteen or seventeen years old, with fair skin and harmonious facial features, forming a kind of faint beauty.It is not eye-catching, but it is attractive, a kind of beauty that flows slowly.

The boy sitting in front of the mirror raised his head, looked at his face critically, frowned dissatisfied, then picked up a sky blue sweater from the back of the chair and put it on his body, and looked at the mirror again. After looking at it, she curled her lips slightly, and her scarlet eyes revealed a trace of pride and jealousy.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and someone came in from outside.He hurriedly restrained his expression, took a deep breath in front of the mirror, blinked slowly, and when he turned his face away again, his eyes had changed from scarlet to pure black like ink.

"Back?" He smiled at the person who entered the door, stood up, and pulled up the oversized blue sweater.The visitor tilted his head and looked at him for a while, then he said in disbelief, with hesitation in his voice: "Xia Shi?"

"Yeah." He nodded and walked towards the person, trying to maintain a smile on his face, "It's me."

The visitor narrowed his eyes, stared at him for a while, and suddenly reached out and pinched his chin.His breathing stagnated, his body stiffened for a moment, his eyes rolled, but he still let the opponent restrain him without moving, his eyelids drooped slightly, covering half of his pupils.

The not-so-spacious room was filled with silence for a moment.There was no words between the two for a long time, and it was only the sound of breathing that was restrained and tolerated but allowed to gradually become rapid.He remained motionless, waiting for the man to speak, as if waiting for a verdict.

After a long time, the man finally spoke up.He sneered, let go, walked past him, sat down in front of the desk, turned on the computer without looking back at him.He didn't seem to have expected the man's reaction at all, and he froze there for a while, touching his face with his hands in a daze.After a while, he turned his head suddenly: "Even if it becomes like this, is it still not okay?"

The man didn't speak, opened the Word document, and began to type on his own.

"Even if I become like this, are you still dissatisfied?" He couldn't help asking again, this time raising his voice slightly, "You created me, cultivated me, deleted my content, and took away my body And face, isn’t it just to make me more and more like him? Now that I’m so like him, what’s your dissatisfaction?!”

No one paid him any attention.The man just kept typing on his own.I don't know how long it took, until the Enter key was pressed firmly and decisively for the last time, then he stopped the movement of the cross, turned his back to the young man behind him, and slowly replied: "Yes. But it's still not enough."

With a kick of his legs, the leather jacket twirled, and he turned around to look at the young man, with his hands crossed under his chin, his expression didn't look like he was looking at a person, but rather like looking at a product.

"I used to think that I could make you look like him—the kind that is infinitely close. But now it seems that I am still too optimistic and ideal after all. You are not him, and you can't become him, and you can even do a godlike look. No—even if you get most of his content and spiritual power, you can only get a similar appearance to him, that's all..."

The boy's chest rose and fell violently, and he suddenly spoke, interrupting the man's words forcefully: "Sorry, but you seem to have made a mistake."

The man raised his eyebrows and looked at him with interest: "What?"

"What I got was more than most of the summer time." The young man said, lifting his chin slightly, reaching out to touch his chest, "The book of immortality that you have been thinking about is all here. The memory is also here." Good, content, and spiritual power, all are with me. I have tried my best, this is already my limit, if you are not satisfied, there is nothing I can do..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the man shaking his head slightly, with a mocking look on his lips.He slowly stopped talking, and when he changed the topic, his voice was a little hesitant: "Why, am I not right?"

"It seems that I am not the only one who is blindly optimistic and ideal." The man smiled lightly, stretched his body, and leaned back on the chair back, "Who told you that you swallowed 'all' summer time? "

The boy was taken aback for a moment, and then his eyes widened in astonishment.The man admired his expression quite amusedly, and nodded slowly: "That's right, that summer time that you thought had been 'eaten' completely, actually there is still 'remaining' - very little bit. Although it is small, but with the characteristics of the Book of Undying, it is not difficult to grow up again."

After he finished speaking, he pointed to his eyes: "I know what you are thinking. Don't question the accuracy of this news. What I see is often true. You know that."

The boy's expression became dazed for a moment, and then became fierce in an instant, with anger in his eyes.

"I don't understand what you're happy about!" he said angrily. "My actions didn't work. Are you happy? It's fun? Don't forget, you are the one who wants me to devour summer time and become summer time." !"

"I haven't forgotten, but I'm just talking about the facts, I'm just telling you the facts." The man shrugged indifferently, and continued, "Well, it looks like you don't have the same temper. By the way, were you so irritable before? Or did it 'evolve' after 'eating' summer time recently?"

"Don't replace me with you. You never looked at me before." The boy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, finally suppressing the urge to slam the door and leave on the spot.He opened his eyes again, and his pupils were filled with scarlet again: "Then what's going on now? Do you want me to deal with the rest?"

"It's not necessary, I don't bother you." The man shrugged again, "It's useless to swallow it. I understand that you can't change into him no matter what you do—miracles cannot be replicated. I should have known this earlier."

Turning around the chair, he tapped the keyboard again, completely ignoring the pale face of the person behind him.After typing a few words, he suddenly seemed to think of something, and his eyes showed anticipation: "Hey, I suddenly thought that the current situation is pretty good. A summer time, a small summer time that hasn't grown up yet, He has lost his emotion because of his insufficiency, and he has no emotion for his current typist—he is now like a newborn puppy, who can be taken back and raised by anyone, and slowly adjusted."

His eyes lit up, and his tone became excited: "Maybe it's time for me to get myself a real book of immortality."

"But you didn't say that!" The boy suddenly raised his voice, "You said, as long as I can become him—"

"But you can't change into him, can you?" The man's voice suddenly turned cold, he turned his head to look at the young man, his eyes were as cold as glass, "I thought we had already reached a consensus on this conclusion."

The boy's voice choked.After a while, he struggled to squeeze out the last sound from his throat: "You...you went to find him. What should I do then?"

"You are still you." The man said as a matter of course, and turned his face away again, "I created you, and I am your Lord. This will never change."

"...Okay, I understand." The young man was silent for a moment, then turned and walked out, "If this is what you want, then I have nothing to say. But there is something I think I need to tell you."

He stood by the door and looked back at the man, holding the doorknob in one hand: "I don't know how much is left in that summer time, but what is certain is that he has something very important, which fell to me—you I am afraid that the little milk dog will never grow up."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, and the door closed behind him with a crisp sound.

The man let out a long "huh" without turning his head, letting the cold light of the computer screen hit his face, which was glowing like a thin board, covering up all his expressions.