The Gentle Way to Use Cheats

The day before Song Lin's departure, everything was prepared, and He Lang took stock of everything in front of him.

In fact, Song Lin was not so nervous about the supplies on the road, but He Lang just couldn't let go and order for others, so he insisted on pulling Song Lin to look at everything and explain everything to him.

"This is a mini camera that can send signals back to the base anytime, anywhere, so that we can always see where you are." He Lang held a metal badge the size of a fingernail, "The higher-ups know that you will always be on This, this also has a certain warning and reminder meaning for them, remember to button it every time you change clothes."

Song Lin glanced at it, nodded, and continued writing and drawing on the notebook in front of him.

He Lang picked up three metal blocks in the shape of button batteries, handed them to Song Lin and explained, "This is a button bomb made by Ah Jun in a rush, and it's not as strong as the remote control one before, and the effective range of this one is only about two meters. It can't be remotely controlled either, when you want to use it... Tsk, turn your head and look at it!"

He Lang stretched out his big palm, and clasped the young man's chin with his jaws, pinching the young man's face and forcing him to turn around.

"There is a piece of glue on the back of this button bomb, which is enough to stick it to most places. After tearing it off, the bomb will explode on time at No. 11 seconds. You must run to a safe place with the explosion sign. Do you hear me? ?" He Lang spread the three button bombs in front of Song Lin, "Put them in your small bag, these are definitely not allowed to be brought into the imperial capital, don't let people search them away."

Song Lin reached out to cover He Lang's big palm, and the three button bombs disappeared as if by magic.

"And these clothes, I asked someone to find two thick cotton coats and down jackets for you from the library, and they are all compressed in the bag now. The imperial capital is in the north, and it is colder than here. You have to remember that you have these clothes to wear. Do you know? Your bad cold is not completely healed yet, don't be beaten back to your original shape by the temperature again." He Lang opened a suitcase and lit the things inside, "Bai Xiaoning put two boxes of warm babies for you, the ones you used Don't stick it close to your body at all times, but wear it through your clothes..."

"My God, He Lang, you are so worried, why don't you make yourself smaller and jump into Song Lin's pocket and walk together?"

The two followed the prestige, and saw a young man walking towards the door, with a tall and straight figure and a black ponytail. It was Yuan Chengbing.

Xia Hong, who opened the door for him, walked behind, and interjected after hearing the words: "I have sorted it out a long time ago, and I still have the form that Bai Xiaoning made in my hand, everything is clear. He is too busy, so I have to give it to Lin." Lin said it again."

There were several cardboard boxes and three large open suitcases on the floor of the living room. Yuan Chengbing straddled one of the boxes with his long legs and raised his eyebrows and said, "There are so many things, why do you tell Song Lin about everything? Song Lin, what do you think?" Honestly, did you remember it?"

Song Lin shrugged.

Xia Hong didn't follow at all, and went up the stairs directly: "I'd better make my own preparations." To save herself from being caught and nagging again, she couldn't refute, because she couldn't beat He Lang.

Listening to the sound of her closing the door, Song Lin pulled away the chair beside her and motioned for Yuan Chengbing, who had crossed "a lot of roadblocks", to sit down: "You're actually here, I thought you were going to keep yourself bored for a few more days."

He Lang interjected, "I've already typed the application, and he must have moved here before you came back."

"Oh, then you can choose a room later, although there are not many choices." Song Lin smiled, "Then, what did you plan to do here?"

"What do you mean 'what are you here for'? Can't I come because I have nothing to do?" Yuan Chengbing raised his eyebrows, "Are you busy?"

"I think it's okay, but he's not sure, he's probably busy."

He Lang glared at him: "Hey..."

Song Lin ignored him, and continued to look at Yuan Chengbing: "Are you really okay? You know that after you went back yesterday, He Lang asked someone to monitor the intersection near your dormitory all night, just because he was afraid that you would suddenly collapse and run away?"

Yuan Chengbing: "...Huh?"

He Lang said helplessly: "Song Lin, if you want to talk to him, can you leave me alone? Let me go, can you stop stepping on me all the time?"

"I'm just expressing your concern for him." Song Lin kicked He Lang, but because the distance was a bit far away, it could only be regarded as a slight rub, "Don't mess around, sit and listen to Yuan Chengbing."

He Lang thought for a while, and really stood up.But he didn't sit down, but walked to the kitchen and said, "I'll get you a glass of water."

Yuan Chengbing looked at the situation and said, "I don't need to..."

"Not only is he worried about you, but I am also worried about you." Song Lin moved the banknotes in front of him aside, looked at Yuan Chengbing and said, "I took you to hear those things yesterday. What kind of impact will it have on you? Fortunately, you still come to us now, which shows that I have not made a heinous mistake. If you have any thoughts or doubts, you can tell them."

Yuan Chengbing heard him say these words in a serious tone, and finally realized that the two people were really worried about their own situation.He was a little surprised, but he also had a sense of comfort, and he smiled: "It's not that serious, you don't need to be so prepared."

"I heard that this kind of thing... will make you cultivators breed demons." Song Lin moved his fingers, and said something silently, and then said, "Speak out about your troubles, at least not only You are worrying all by yourself."

When he was talking, Yuan Chengbing only felt a sudden warmth all over his body, like a gentle spring breeze blowing towards his face, and like a warm current rushing through his whole body in an instant.The warm current not only warmed his body, but also seemed to rush to his heart, dispelling and washing away a lot of those faint depressions at once, and it also made Yuan Chengbing feel lighter physically and mentally.

Yuan Chengbing was stunned for two seconds before he came back to his senses: "What did you just do?"

"I didn't do anything. It's a small...a kind of light-based magic. It's used to relax the body and relieve pain. But the effect doesn't last long, so it's usually used to pretend or temporarily calm down." Song Lin smiled. , "Can you breathe a little more now? Why don't you say what you want to say in one go."

Yuan Chengbing stared at him for two seconds, and finally smiled sincerely: "...you know, you look like a magic stick now."

He Lang came over with two glasses of water, one was placed in front of Yuan Chengbing, the other was given to Song Lin, and then the man walked around the table and sat across from them.

Song Lin ignored He Lang, but continued to look at Yuan Chengbing: "So, are you going to...?"

Yuan Chengbing took a sip of water, organized his messy thoughts into words, and then asked the question he wanted the most answer when he came here.

"What do you think...the world you live in is just a book written by someone else?"

Yuan Chengbing always thought that the depression in his heart was firstly because he couldn't admit that what he heard was the truth, secondly because he couldn't accept the result, and finally he faced it calmly and let everything go.

Acknowledging, accepting, and looking away, this is the general process for solving inner demons, but after he asked, Song Lin felt that there was actually no need to be so troublesome.

"You think too much... Do you have to think so complicated every time you encounter the so-called 'inner demon'?" Song Lin said with emotion, "This matter is actually very simple in my eyes. Thousands of eyes There are thousands of worlds, this world is one way in your eyes, but another in the eyes of others. If you don’t admit it or accept it, it won’t affect what you are doing.”

"Can this be the same?" Yuan Chengbing said helplessly, "Other people see the world differently, which is just caused by different experiences and different viewpoints, but her... is a fundamental problem. She is equivalent to taking my existence and yours. I deny the existence of the whole world. I can treat others as crazy, but she... how do you want me to think that she is just talking nonsense, or just another concept?"

"We put the philosophical theory aside, because you will never get the answer if you pursue the result from this angle." Song Lin said, "I finally told her yesterday that she should admit her existence in this world and treat herself as a Ordinary people, did you hear that?"

Yuan Chengbing nodded: "But what does this have to do with my question?"

"Essentially speaking, your doubts are the same as hers." Song Lin thought for a while and said, "Because she is an ordinary person, I can't tell her too specific. But you are different, you have to pay attention." Benxin' kind of thing, right?"

Yuan Chengbing responded.

"On this point, we have the same goal by different routes. Simply put, those who are not firm and those who do not fully trust themselves will not be able to go to the back." Song Lin said, "And to trust yourself, you must first recognize yourself The presence."

Yuan Chengbing frowned, a little vaguely understanding.He felt as if he had grasped a line of thought, but it wasn't quite clear yet.

Song Lin said again: "I don't want to talk about ideological issues with you, I will just talk about the simplest things. She said that she set up this world, but more and more things did not develop according to her expectations. This is enough Explain that she is not the person who frames you, me, or the world. She may be just an introduction, not even a part of the promotion. Because she is also in this world now, as an ordinary person, she is the driving force It's so tiny."

He Lang suddenly said: "But the solar eclipse has indeed come, and the coma and supernatural powers have indeed come."

Song Lin glanced at He Lang, and suddenly asked, "Did you feel sad when you attended Zheng Beishan's funeral?"

This question was a bit abrupt, but it was a question without another answer, He Lang replied subconsciously: "Of course."

Song Lin asked again: "Did you get angry when you faced the 'tyrant'?"

He Lang said without hesitation: "Of course!"

"That's right. You will be sad, angry, happy, and helpless." Song Lin said, "If you don't believe that Mr. Shen loves you, you should believe that you love him, right?"

"I don't believe him..." He Lang realized halfway through, "Why do you use the word 'love'!"

"If something happens to him, you will be sad, and you may be angry." Song Lin continued, "Your emotions are real, you are real, and the world is real to you. Is it because Qi With Feifei's few words, you won't be sad or angry?"

He Lang felt that this was right, but at the same time felt that something was wrong.He was silent, staring at the table, wondering what he was thinking.

"Yuan Chengbing, what do you think?" Song Lin looked at the young man who was sitting beside him quietly and downcast, "Do you think your family members will be sad if you are gone? Will they be angry? They will immediately find you to avenge you ?"

"...Of course." Yuan Chengbing jumped out of his thoughts and looked at Song Lin, "They will definitely come."

"So, don't start panicking all of a sudden, don't think it's over." Song Lin said, "There are people who are worried about you because of your birth, and you will also feel warm when you meet some people. As long as you still understand these, you will be happy." Still a part of this world.

"You were born and raised here, can't you figure it out today, won't you fight the 'tyrant' tomorrow, can you watch people being swallowed up bit by bit?"

"...'Tyrant' is still going to be beaten." Yuan Chengbing responded first, was silent for a few seconds, then laughed again, wiped his face and said, "Although you speak in a confusing manner, I understand what you mean a little bit. My mind is a bit messed up right now, but I should be able to sort it out...thanks."

Song Lin said leisurely, "You're welcome."

"I'm going to wash my face." Yuan Chengbing stood up, "By the way...you look very determined, didn't you feel confused when you knew about this?"

"me……"

Song Lin lowered his eyes, thought of something and smiled: "Who knows? Maybe I was even more at a loss than you."

He replied vaguely, with a look of nostalgia mixed with other meanings.Yuan Chengbing didn't really want to get to the bottom of it, so he patted his shoulder and walked to the bathroom.

Song Lin looked at He Lang on the opposite side again: "What about you? Haven't turned the corner yet?"

"...What are you worried about? Even if I don't turn the corner, I will still fight the 'tyrant'." He Lang's thoughts were a little deep just now, and he was a little dazed when he just recovered, "When I get busy, Who has time to think about such things."

Song Lin drank a few sips of water, moistened his throat, and chuckled lightly: "That's right, if you want to think about these things, why not hit a 'tyrant', and the sense of reality will come back after a while."

"...I think you're mocking me for being stupid."

"I didn't mock you. It's just that if you're wondering whether you belong to this world or not, it's a bit redundant."

"what?"

Song Lin put down the cup, put his arms on the table, and smiled at the man.

"Whether you belong to this world or not, you belong to me, you just need to remember this.

"I am a brand engraved on your soul, and you will never be able to get rid of it."

[The author has something to say: After all, Linlin lived a long time, so he is sophistry]