I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

When Xiao Lan went back to sleep.

Luo sat alone in the empty and silent living room.

There is a bright light outside the window, which looks somewhat similar to the real city night scene, but everyone knows that all this is just a false appearance.

Hidden below are players struggling between life and death.

His gaze was cast out of the window, as if staring at the night.

If you look carefully, you will find that his eyes did not fall anywhere, but just stopped in a void.

In the silence, Luo slowly recalled the two first encounters with Xiao Lan.

When they met for the first time, although he erased Xiao Lan's memories, he hid them in the copy of the Cliff College.

Even scattered fragments of himself subconsciously guard these memories.

Perhaps, in his heart, he secretly hoped that the boy who only met once would not forget himself.

Later, when they met, although he forgot a lot, he still remembered his name, and subconsciously acted miserably to the person who saw him, and the smoothness surprised him.

Thinking about it now, it's really funny.

Luo thought again that he had mentioned the word "gardener" in his memory.

At that time, he should not be a player, nor is he like an ordinary npc.

A gardener is someone who is responsible for the cultivation, pruning, and care of plants.

What is he cultivating?players?

Why is he doing this?What kind of purpose does it have?

In addition to the memories related to Xiao Lan, there is also a vague conversation in the memory he retrieved.

It was in a space of darkness and nothingness.

Luo was in the dark, and not far in front of him was an invisible white light.

The light was bright and dazzling, as if it could penetrate all fog.

Luo heard his own voice, which came from a shadow deeper than darkness: "How many of them do you think don't actually want power?"

Bai Guang's voice was indifferent and mechanical: "No."

Sombra: "Oh, why?"

Bai Guang: "No life can resist power, this is their instinct."

Sombra: "Aren't you going to ask their opinions?"

Bai Guang: "It's their luck to be selected. We don't need to give them extra rights to choose."

Sombra: "The existence of descending into the world is to make them stronger, not to die from unnecessary consumption and killing."

Bai Guang's tone was calm: "The pressure of survival is the best motivation to become stronger."

Sombra: "I don't object to this, but I think such pressure can be classified and guide them to find the path that suits them faster."

Bai Guang was silent for a moment.

After a while, its flat tone sounded again: "Have you read any strange books recently? You are always interested in those redundant information, and their opinions are affecting you."

"Hehe..." Luo laughed when he heard his own voice, "We are not perfect existences, so it would be interesting to look at other viewpoints, isn't it?"

"I think coming to the world needs a little change, just take it as an attempt."

"For example, the difficulty of the game can be graded, and people with different strengths can enter different game fields. This can prevent talented players from dying prematurely by accident."

"Secondly, after players finish a game, they can also set more rest time. If the human spirit is always tense, it will cause serious psychological problems."

……

"How? Want to try?" Sombra's voice ended the narration of its plan.

Although its tone was calm, it literally said to try, but it didn't mean to retreat at all.

It's just like--

In fact, it did not seriously consult the other party's opinion.

Bai Guang: "..."

Bai Guang once again fell into silence.

Light and darkness confront each other silently like this, and this space seems to be still and dead silent.

I don't know how long it took before the voice sounded without ups and downs: "Don't go too far, my tolerance is limited."

There was a smile in Soi Ying's tone: "I know."

After that, light and darkness began to separate slowly, heading in different directions.

Hei Ying added lightly: "By the way, I have a name, remember to call me Luo in the future."

There was no emotion in Bai Guang's tone: "The name...is a superfluous thing."

Sombra didn't refute Bai Guang's words.

After all, this name is really useless, except for the white guy not far away, there is no existence in this world that needs to know its name.

And Bai Guang obviously didn't have the interest to call it by name.

In its eyes, these are superfluous things.

The name is more like a flashy decoration for Sombra.

But sometimes these impractical things can make people happy, can't they?

Especially one, exclusive to their own luxury.

Memories so far.

Luo, who watched the conversation, repeatedly recalled the empty space that appeared.

It was too similar to the endless darkness connected to the envelope in his memory, empty and empty, as if time would not flow.

What the hell is this place?

In his memory, he stayed in the dark for a long time, so long that he almost forgot his own existence.

However, if it is in such a space.

Could it be that the time he was sealed was actually not as long as imagined?

More and more doubts appeared, but the corners of Luo's mouth curled up.

In the silence of the room, his light golden eyes shone brighter than the night behind him.

He became more and more interested in who he was originally, and what happened at that time to become what he is now.

-

In the days that followed, Xiao Lan stayed in the Advent World for training.

After all, with so much poverty value suddenly increased, it took him time to adapt to his sudden surge in physique.

At the same time, in order to deal with the advanced game field in the future, combat power is indispensable.

Every high-level player Xiao Lan has ever met, whether it is Wang Ke, Qi Ning or Cheng Wenyi, although their skills have their own focus, but no matter whether it is any one of them, they are absolutely inferior in terms of combat effectiveness. vulgar.

In the coming world, maintaining one's combat effectiveness is the most powerful guarantee for survival.

For this reason, Xiao Lan added a lot of training to herself, such as fighting and skill training.

These trainings are difficult to carry out in the small training ground in the room, so recently he often spends all day in the training ground of the player's residence.

During this period of time, Xiao Lan often went out early in the morning, and settled for meals casually in the player restaurant, and returned to the room exhausted until late at night, and then fell asleep.

Therefore, he hardly had any time to hang out with Luo, and even Luo's trick of showing off his cuteness with a black cat couldn't keep his attention.

Just like that, when Xiao Lan didn't realize it, Luo's eyes gradually took on a dangerous aura.

But he was patient, waiting for the right opportunity.

Finally, the opportunity came.

One day, Xiao Lan returned to the room after finishing the high-intensity training.

As soon as the door was opened, Xiao Lan saw Luo sitting on the sofa reading a book.

He seems to like reading very much, and he can be seen reading at any time. There is the aroma of black tea in the air, which is the smell Xiao Lan is most familiar with.

Luo looked a little different today, as if he was waiting for someone.

Seeing Xiao Lan enter the door, Luo raised his head and smiled: "Welcome back, sir."

Xiao Lan walked towards him: "Are you waiting for me?"

Luo closed the book: "Sir, your birthday is coming soon, do you have any arrangements?"

It was only now that Xiao Lan remembered that it seemed that his birthday was indeed these few days. He has been busy with training recently, and he almost forgot about his birthday.

Xiao Lan thought for a while: "I don't have any special arrangements, but I'd better go back and visit my mother for my birthday. I used to live with my mother, and her tomb hasn't been cleaned for a while, so she should miss me."

Luo: "Why don't you leave it to me to arrange it, how about treating it as an occasional rest?"

Xiao Lan nodded in agreement: "Then I will trouble you."

-

On Xiao Lan's birthday, the two returned to the real world early.

Luo drove Xiao Lan, and the two drove towards the suburb where the cemetery was located.

Luo also asked Xiao Lan before if she wanted to change her mother to a better cemetery.

Xiao Lan thought about it but still refused. His mother was not a person who indulged in enjoyment, and now this cemetery was chosen by her mother herself before she was alive. In spring, you can see peach blossoms all over the mountain.

Come to think of it, she should like it here very much.

Xiao Lan felt that unless there was something wrong with the cemetery, he would still respect his mother's choice and didn't want to change her to a gorgeous but unfamiliar new cemetery.

It has been several months since I came to the cemetery this time.

Just in time for spring, the mountain where the cemetery is located is full of peach blossoms, as if you are in a pink cloud, like a lost secret in the world, completely different from the last time you saw it.

During the peach blossom season, this may be the most beautiful cemetery in the world.

Perhaps thanks to the peach blossoms, the faces of the grave sweepers who come and go here are less sad.

Thinking that your loved ones can sleep in such a beautiful scenery after death, you will feel a little more relaxed when sweeping the grave.

Looking at the peach blossoms on both sides of the road, Luo praised: "She is indeed a lady with great taste."

Xiao Lan laughed: "That's right...she is the best mother."

Maybe Xiao Lan's mother also considered her son who had just grown up when she chose the cemetery, and wanted to tell him "Don't be sad, isn't it good that mom is here?".

This time Xiao Lan did not choose the white chrysanthemums that are used to sweep graves.

What he prepared for his mother were lilies, her favorite flower.

Xiao Lan skillfully cleaned up the surrounding weeds and wiped the dusty tombstones.

He didn't ask Luo to help, and cleaned everything by himself. The whole process was like a silent communication between mother and child.

Luo just stood aside quietly like this, without stepping forward to disturb.

After cleaning, Xiao Lan put Lily in front of her mother's grave.

He told his mother what happened recently in a soft voice, still concealing the dangerous content that would make his mother feel worried.

Finally, Xiao Lan looked at the gentle smiling mother on the tombstone and said, "Recently, I have learned something about my father, and there are still many doubts about it. I will try to figure it out in the future."

"It turns out that Dad is actually a completely different person from the one we know. Although I can understand his reasons, I can't agree with his actions. Mom, what do you think..."

"Don't worry, I've been doing well recently." After finishing speaking, Xiao Lan turned her head and pointed at Luo, "Mom, this is Luo, I introduced you to him before, he has been helping me, so don't worry."

Luo walked to the grave and nodded slightly to the woman in the photo: "I will always stay by Mr.'s side, please rest assured."

-

After leaving the cemetery.

Xiao Lan thought that Luo would take her out in the car, but she didn't expect Luo to go home directly.

"Please wait a moment, I will come out during dinner." Luo got into the kitchen after speaking, and refused Xiao Lan's entry.

Xiao Lan originally guessed that Luo wanted to make cakes and dinner.

But in the afternoon, he helped Luo sign for the cake.

Not long ago, they received Luo's ordered meal from the restaurant, and the portion was enough for them to eat.

Xiao Lan looked at a table full of dishes, and couldn't help but fell into doubt——

What the hell is Lo doing?

The kitchen door was closed tightly, nothing could be seen, and no smell came out.

Unable to guess the conclusion, Xiao Lan could only give up.

As long as you don't hide and paint, otherwise, if you receive a soul painting as a birthday present, will Xiao Lan keep smiling or will it be difficult to keep smiling.

Once she accepted this terrifying setting, Xiao Lan felt that even if anything appeared after the kitchen was opened, she would not be surprised.

Finally, the kitchen door opened.

Xiao Lan was still surprised.

Luo was just holding a plate in his hand.

The plate was shallow, and inside were some thin, small round slices, neat and lovely in shape, without any exaggerated pictures.

However, what was on the plate were the biscuits that Xiao Lan was most familiar with.

A biscuit I haven't seen since my mother passed away.

With the opening of the kitchen door, the air is filled with a strong aroma of butter. The small biscuits are wrapped in chopped hazelnuts and chocolate. Judging from the color, every bite must be crispy.

Luo handed the plate to Xiao Lan who was a little dazed: "Do you want to try it, sir, according to the description back then, I tried to make it."

Xiao Lan took a piece from the plate, took a bite——

It tasted the same as he remembered.

Observing the change in Xiao Lan's expression, Luo quietly let out a sigh of relief.

Appears to be doing the right thing.

Luo has never eaten the biscuits made by Xiao Lan's mother. He just reproduced the memories with Xiao Lan bit by bit based on Xiao Lan's description and his speculation about Xiao Lan's almost invisible preferences. It tastes exactly the same.

Facing Xiao Lan's shocked eyes, Luo smiled: "We agreed to eat this biscuit together, didn't we?"

After going around for so many years, after everything has changed, the two of them miraculously fulfilled the agreement they made back then.

Although Xiao Lan didn't make the biscuits, for the sake of their physical and mental health, it is obviously better to do so.

Xiao Lan couldn't help but said: "Luo, you are really talented in cooking. I told you once, and you can cook exactly the same!"

Luo smiled and said lightly: "This is what I should do."

After finishing speaking, he pretended to be innocent and glanced at the kitchen door that had been closed by him.

Inside lay nearly 2000 yuan worth of discarded materials, the bodies of three ovens, and the distorted remains of failed works that were too large to fit in the trash can.

And, he was really far-sighted when he bought a super-suction range hood.

Don't let Mr. see it.

Luo quietly made up his mind.