Fast time travel, if you leave the protagonist, you will be critically ill

It was night when Ellison woke up, lying in a room full of stars arranged by another personality, unable to remember how much time had been taken from him.

Not for a day, not for a week.

Good, you have thoughts that you shouldn't have, it's time to completely disappear...

He sat up, touched the wand beside him, and swung it at the stars on the wall without hesitation. The light of the stars became very weak in an instant, and then scattered on the floor.

Ellison turned his head and saw the row of roses on the window sill swaying slightly like the last time he saw them, weak and beautiful through the faint light on the ground.

There were many unopened letters on the desk by the window sill. Ellison knew who sent them, but the coward was afraid. He was afraid that he could not help exposing his dirty thoughts to that Muggle, so he sent Those letters were stored like treasures, but they were never read.

"I can see that dream you had clearly." Ellison said to himself, knowing that the personality in his body that was struggling to figure it out could hear it.

Dream……

Thinking of that dream, the sarcasm on Ellison's face became even worse.

In the dream, Ellison kissed Jarvis, no, not only kissed him, but also touched every inch of his skin, but ah, this coward, even knowing that it was just a dream, did not dare to be his real want to do.

"Why, are you afraid that your God will punish you, so you dare not face up to your own body like a man?" Ellison stood up, picked up the letter on the table, and opened it casually.

Dear Ellison:

It's raining in London today, and people on the road are in a hurry. I think of the roses in your bedroom, and I think London needs such colors.

……

Maybe I shouldn't ask, but it's all out of friend's interest—have you been enjoying the other Ellison lately?

Ellison dismissed the letter aside, and then opened another one.

Dear Ellison:

Recently, London has ushered in a long winter with constant rain. I am drinking morning tea when I write this letter. I don’t know if the rocking chair on your porch has been moved back into the house. I really want to sit there again.

……

Hope you enjoy your time with another Ellison.

Ellison looked through a few more letters, each of which ended with this sentence. He compared the time when he wrote the letters, and found that his personality had arranged the letters in order, and the last one was I wrote it yesterday.

Dear Ellison:

I haven’t received your reply all this time, and I don’t know how you are doing. Today, I suddenly had a new idea, and I would like to ask you: Are you Ellison who read the letter, or another Ellison.

I know, this question is very strange, but you should understand that if you are another Ellison, I hope you have a good time, because in my heart, you are the same person, the most complete Ellison .

The letter was written in a bit of confusion, but Ellison understood it. He read it again, frowning with disgust, but still gathered all the letters on the table and took them back to his bedroom.

When he was studying at school, he was the envy of many people. His mother often wrote letters to greet him and asked the owl to bring all kinds of snacks and sundries, so Ellison remembered that opening letters was his weekly repertoire.But since the break with the family, his mother only sent one letter, and he guessed that it must be full of mother's disappointment and anger, so he never opened it.Later, he broke into the school and took away the magic book, and injured many former friends, so he didn't even dare to read the letter.

So this is the first time he has been greeted in a letter in many years since he escaped from the wizarding world, but Ellison was just sad for a while, and when he recovered, he immediately understood the trick, the Muggle was just afraid that he had been wiped out Another personality, and then seeing him trouble him with so many letters that he didn't write for himself.

But... I really wanted to trouble him, Ellison looked at the address on the envelope, and then put on his cloak.

"This body is mine!"

……

Ye Yi lay weakly on the bed, no matter how much the system persuaded him, he would not get up.

Also let me write a letter, you can write it yourself, if you have the ability to crawl out of my mind, write [-] words by yourself to communicate with the protagonist!

Ever since returning home, Ye Yi's unsatisfactory body had problems. He was dizzy all day and couldn't stand upright while holding on to the table. Coupled with the excessive attention of a group of nosy neighbors, Ye Yi always felt that he should buy a coffin.

He waited and waited. Leaving this world became an unattainable dream. After pondering for a long time, the system had to persuade him to find a way to get online with the protagonist to replenish his energy.

Then how to take the line?Write a letter!As long as Ellison replied to the letter, there must be energy attached to the letter, which could barely keep Ye Xi in a half-dead state.

So Ye Yi, who was most afraid of writing essays when he was a child, started a daily essay.Sometimes it's not a letter at all, okay?The picky system forced him to write and revise, and he must write the feeling of Ellison's letter.

Well, I really don't know what that feels like!

What should I do if I have finally mailed the letter, but I can't wait for Ellison's letter?Keep writing!

Ye Yi was really desperate, and he really didn't have the courage to pick up a pen and try to "show his true feelings".

System: "You can do whatever you want, you will die together!"

"..."

It was dark when Ellison arrived at the door of Ye Yi's house, but the lights were still on in the house. The young man was sitting at the table, his face was abnormally pale, he had lost a lot of weight, and he felt a little delicate.

what is he doing?

Instead of knocking or trespassing, Ellison stood by the window and watched.

Jarvis was writing a letter, with a blank sheet of paper spread out in front of him, and the pen in his hand was trembling slightly on the paper.He didn't know what to think of, a blush appeared on his pale face, then he started writing, wrote a few sentences and then stopped, biting his lips annoyed.

Ellison heard him say, "Ellison, why didn't you write back, how are you doing?"

Ellison, who had already raised his wand, suddenly lowered it.

Who are you calling, is this letter addressed to me or to him?

For some reason, Ellison suddenly looked forward to receiving the letter. He didn't want to admit that he felt lonely, but he couldn't raise his hand anymore.

Or it can be like this, wait another day, if the letter is written to another Ellison, I will kill him, if it is written to me... what to do, maybe I can take him home as a servant.

I branded this Muggle myself, he should have belonged to my servant.

……

Ye Yi was forced by the system to die and dragged his dying body to write letters in the middle of the night. His hands were shaking when he wrote, but the system was still not satisfied and asked him to rewrite. Damn, Ye Yi was so angry that he almost didn't come up. His whole face was blushing but he was powerless to explain.

Ellison, why don't you reply to my letter, I curse you every day, are you doing well, aren't your ears burning?

After finally finishing writing the letter, the system kindly told him that it had detected the protagonist's breath just now.

"Which protagonist, did you come to look for me?" Ye Yu suddenly stood up, and fell down when his eyes went dark.

System: "...it should be the Ellison you don't want to see."

Ye Yi sat up covering his head, took the letter he just finished, and suddenly said hesitantly: "Brother Lu, why don't I write it again, I feel a little flustered."

In his last letter, he tentatively asked which Ellison was reading the letter, but Ellison, who was about to kill him, came. This letter was written to the little angel. Sen saw it, and always felt it was very dangerous...

System: "Whatever you want..."

Well, it's decided!

Ye Yi stood up on the chair, sat back at the table, and wrote:

Dear Ellison, did you have a good day today?Although it is not raining, I still write this letter, Christmas is coming, I have prepared a Christmas present for you, I hope you will like it.

I guess you who read this letter don't like Christmas, but Merry Christmas to you anyway.

……

I have a request, if you would please help me take care of the roses by Tina and Ellison's window, it would be much appreciated.

Alright, no matter which one it is, I shouldn't be offended!

System: "Have you prepared a gift?"

"No!"

System: "...Then why did you say you prepared a gift."

Ye Yi opened Jarvis's previous handmade box and tinkered for a long time. He found a Christmas red sweater from a relative who didn't know where he lived. He packed it up and attached it to the letter with some embarrassment.

System: "No sincerity!"

"Oh, there's nothing I can do about it. It's a scene! Anyway, this sweater is too big for me to wear. Don't waste it."

When Ellison received the letter, he was about to stuff Tina into the burning fireplace. When he read the last sentence, although he dismissed it in his heart, he felt that this Muggle dared to order him, but he couldn't help but let go. Tina.

Christmas sweater?

Ellison remembered that his mother used to like to knit Christmas sweaters for himself. He picked up the sweater and looked at it for a long time in disgust, and was about to throw it into the fireplace, but in the end he kept it.

Ye Yi guessed right, Ellison didn't celebrate Christmas, but when he was reminded by his letter, he arranged a Christmas tree by magic.

Ellison looked at the Christmas tree in the living room, and rarely condescended to return a letter to Ye Yi.

Merry Christmas!

Although it was just a sloppy sentence, Ye Yi felt that his hope had come again!

Come on, old man, let's start a new friendship!