[Quick Transmigration] The Truman Show

The setting sun gradually disappeared, and the heat of the day gradually dissipated, but the air was crisp and clear.The seductive blue is rendered into a sunset by the dusk, and the woods on the small island are completely covered in the orange twilight. There is less light, but more warmth and tenderness; the twilight is outlined from the roots to the tops of the trees, blurring The outlines of the trunk and branches are getting darker and darker.There was silence all around, as if even the wind had stopped, only the sound of leaves could be heard.

Truman stepped on the leaves on the ground with bare feet. He lowered his eyelashes intentionally and solemnly, suppressing the emotions that kept pouring out of his heart, but the incredible happiness and the joy in the depths of his soul still made an unconcealable smile creep up on the corners of his mouth. .

He thought, someone must be anxiously waiting.

One step, two steps...

Ten steps, thirty steps, 110 seven steps...

He stepped on the leaves, and the trees on both sides meandered to the depths, silently telling a person's thoughts, and the first half of the bamboo slips in the last cipher text surfaced——

No matter the ending is perfect not,...

No matter how it ends,

……

Truman was a little nervous, and he couldn't even speed up his steps unconsciously. He suddenly wanted to know what the second half of the sentence was. this island?

Even if the match is really invalid, will I let him go?

No, it's impossible.

Even though he had never met him before, Truman wanted him, and he couldn't help yearning for him from the bottom of his heart...

Finally, the second half of the sentence became more and more clear——

...you cannot disappear from my world.

I will not allow you to disappear from my world.

……

The "center" in the quiet depths of the whole forest is a huge sequoia tree with a thick and tall trunk, surrounded by five people, split in two and bent outwards, supporting a tree house; where the trunk splits, black Huhu, one can imagine the lightning and lightning strikes it has experienced. Despite this, its root system is still tenaciously grasping the ground, ancient but tough, and even every leaf is full of vitality.

From that domineering and extremely cute cipher text, Truman's heart began to beat faster.

He quickly located the location of the treasure spot——

The moment he saw that person, his heart suddenly calmed down.

It was as if after searching for a long time, the missing piece in my heart was finally found.

This moment is peaceful and beautiful.

……

It was a boy lying in the pile of leaves, his body was covered by layers of leaves, only dots of skin were exposed in the air.There are also leaves on his cheeks, his eyes are closed, his eyelashes are thick and long, and his lips are trembling slightly, revealing his master's nervousness.

Hearing movement, he slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were too clean, like the starry sky in the dark night, deep and pure black with undisguised paranoia and blazing.His eyes are focused and bright, simple but burning. There is only one person in his pupils, as if the whole world in his eyes is lit up because of this.

Staring straight into those dark eyes, Truman's heart seemed to be burned, with a hot touch and a clear beating sound.

As if, suddenly—

Heart pounding.

Seeing the leaves on his cheeks, Truman couldn't help stretching out his hand.

Sensing his intention, the boy's pupils shrank suddenly, but he still stared straight at him.He suddenly grabbed Truman's hand, and slowly brought it to the leaves on his cheeks.

Under the cover of the leaves is not a smooth skin, but a hideous and ugly scar crawling on the face like an earthworm, which is somewhat shocking.

The young man was a little uneasy, and he held his hand tightly, intertwining his fingers, staring at him unblinkingly with his deep eyes, as if he was catching any subtle changes in his expression, gently touching his fingers between his fingers. Tapping on the back of his hand:

<Ugly>

Truman took a deep breath, suppressing the dull pain in his heart, gently stroking the scar with his fingertips, rubbing up and down to transmit a certain frequency:

<does it hurt>

The corners of the boy's mouth curved slightly, and the light in his eyes became more intense. He clenched his hands tighter, and brought them to his ears hidden in his hair.

<I can't hear>

Truman carefully touched his earlobe, another dull pain in his heart.

Before he could react, the young man took that hand again to the Adam's apple of his neck. Truman could see his lips moving, and even feel the vibration of his vocal cords between his fingers, but he didn't hear a single sound, and the surroundings were completely silent. .

<also can't speak>

……

Truman was silent, eyes lowered, and concentrated on helping him clean up the fallen leaves on his body. When all the fallen leaves were cleared aside, Truman saw all the scars on the young body, and he suddenly felt a chill that pierced his bones. Fear—he didn't know why, the feeling was vague, but it was painful, because this person was almost gone, almost disappeared forever, and the powerlessness seemed to torture him forever.At the same time, Truman felt rejoicing, a kind of empathy, the joy of being reborn after the catastrophe, the joy in the depths of his soul-fortunately, he is still alive.

At this moment, without the cover of the leaves, the boy was lying naked on the leaves. His skin was completely exposed to the air. His body outline was a bit thin, but it was not the slenderness that is unique to a boy. Powerful tenacity.The skin is wheat-colored, and the beautiful muscle lines are covered with mud.The several near-fatal wounds on his body, especially the scar closest to the heart, were a bit terrifying, enough to imagine how dangerous it was at that time.

When Truman carried him out of the pile of leaves, his arms wrapped around Truman's neck, his eyes were fixed on Truman all the time, and his fingers quickly tapped a few paragraphs on the back of Truman's neck:

<traumatic deafness,

so can't listen to you >

<Voice cords cannot produce sound,

So I can't tell you >

<facial nerve damage,

So I can't laugh with you>

< Diagnosed with bipolar disorder,

Maybe get emotionally out of control,

but i will never hurt you >

<with a scar on his face,

0.7 cm wide,

9.5 cm long;

There are seven scars over five centimeters on his body,

Both for knife wounds and gunshot wounds,

maybe a little ugly,

maybe you don't like it,

but i can protect you >

<I like you,

Liked for 3671 days,

I'm chasing you now>

<Shi Kuang>