Travel through the long dream millennium

Although he understood early on that since Gu Changli had made the choice to meet them, he had made a decision that would not be easily changed, but when he took out a large stack of snow-white A4 paper from the folder he carried with him, Mo The couple still couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

"This is?"

Mo's father adjusted his glasses habitually, took the top document, glanced at it, and didn't talk about the content, just the bright title made his face sink involuntarily.

"The document declaring that I would give up inheriting my parents' inheritance and transfer the ownership to you was not a decision I made on purpose to try to be brave or to save my face. On the contrary, it was something I had thought about a long time ago."

Lightly pointing at the tea table with his right hand, Gu Changli replied calmly without avoiding the sharp eyes of the person opposite him.

"But you're obviously just..."

Mo's father retorted anxiously. Before he finished speaking, he seemed to realize something, but his expression became even worse.

"That's right, what is sitting in front of you now is just a shell of your child, as for the

things - in terms of age, I can still call myself an old man. "

"That property was left to him by the original parents, and it has nothing to do with me, but you have worked so hard to raise him for so many years, and it is the most benevolent to get this reward."

"Can--"

"Let me finish."

With a wave of his hand, Gu Changli interrupted the words that Papa Mo had conceived with some impoliteness.

"You don't need to worry about my life. You probably care about me who has the same appearance as my original body. If I live too poorly, I won't be able to see it. After reading the rest of the documents, There will be no more worries.”

"I have written a few novels, and the money I earn is enough for me to enjoy myself for a while; as far as I am concerned, I am not addicted to drugs, I am not aggressive, I am not so easy to torture myself to death, maybe I can live a good life Make a name for yourself and make a lot of money.”

"That's all I want to say. Sign your name in the lower right corner, and it's a dispute. I'm sorry for you, and I'll change it."

Mo's father and Mo's mother exchanged glances with each other, but there was no other movement. Gu Changli also didn't rush to remind him. Get up and leave the place.

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"You're lying."

Suddenly, without warning, a heavy and stagnant child's voice sounded in the dark corridor. If a timid person came, he might be frightened into something.However, as far as Gu Changli was concerned, he just looked towards that corner following his reputation and laughed dumbfoundedly.

"I wonder why you're not here on such an occasion."

"They didn't let me listen, saying they didn't want to irritate me again, and they didn't want to think about who was the first to find out about it."

Stepping out from the dark step by step, until half of the body is bathed in the light, it is as clear as a line of intersection. The person who came has dim and sad eyes that do not match his young and immature appearance. Naturally, he has not seen him for many days. Mo Huaiqian.

"—Really, so stupid."

Letting out an indistinct sneer, Mo Huaiqian lowered his eyes in Gu Changli's somewhat puzzled eyes, and spoke in a low voice.

"How can there be death without pain?"

The scene of being chased and killed by that lunatic in the woods last time is still in front of his eyes, the feeling of being shrouded in the shadow of death, feeling its steps approaching step by step, and the pressure that followed fell heavily on his heart, making him almost unable to breathe... …After that, I was plagued by nightmares for a long time—there was a great horror between life and death, and I always boasted that I have outstanding abilities and quick wits, but I couldn’t see clearly and let go.

My elder brother, the one who was a little timid and introverted, the elder brother who pulled himself out of the empty world first, how lonely and helpless at the end of his life.

"Maybe you won't be afraid if you get used to it."

Gu Changli's expression changed, thinking about his experience of reincarnation in two lives, from the unbelievable hysteria at the beginning to the calmness now, the polishing of time and years is naturally indispensable.

Maybe this kind of experience will continue, and one day, he will laugh at the "death" that the world fears like a tiger, and treat it like nothing.

It's not that the cultivation base is high, maybe it's just a habit.

His casual answer was as light as nonsense, and Mo Huaiqian didn't hear clearly, but continued to ask on his own.

"Why are you in such a hurry to distinguish the relationship with the Mo family? You heard what your parents said just now. If your attitude is a little softer, you may not be used to it at first, but they will accept you soon-it's better than now Going to work alone, leaving no way behind."

"Ha, you're so smart, kid."

Stretching out his hand, he rumpled the child's hair with a bitter face and deep hatred into a mess of grass. Gu Changli, who met the latter's pitiful eyes, raised his eyebrows, leaned forward, and shook his finger in front of him pretending to be mysterious. .

"Do you want to listen to the old man tell you a story?"

"........."

"It is said that a long time ago, there was a train...don't ask me why there was a train a long time ago, the setting is like this."

"The track in front of the train is very long and long, and it can't see the end. It doesn't know where its final destination is. It only knows that its starting point is a place that is neither good nor bad. There are also a group of noisy people. But people who aren't hated, people who are important to it."

"Suddenly one day, the train started. It was very sudden and fast. In the blink of an eye, the train found that it had arrived in an unknown land, surrounded by unknown people. Some of them were friendly and enthusiastic, and some had bad attitudes. , the train remembers its departure station, and the people there, but he still made friends with a person here."

"With friends, life doesn't seem so sad. Day after day, night after night, I just passed by, looking at the scenery passing by the car window, and talking about some topics; until one day, it came to a new place. place, and the new friends around me are gone.”

"Because it cannot stay forever, very few people catch up with it, and even if they catch up, it is impossible to accompany it to the end."

"The memory of the train is not good. There are only so many places and people that can be remembered in the empty carriages. Remember the ones you don't want to forget the most, and the ones you encounter in the future are dispensable."

"However, in this world, there should be few people who are willing to do 'dispensable'."

"Acquaintances and acquaintances that are not beneficial to both parties are better than strangers from the beginning."

"Until now, the train is still humming forward on the road that has been erected, without direction and without companionship. Its greatest hope may be to return to that familiar, original starting point one day."

"--is it possible?"

Mo Huaiqian unconsciously asked himself.

"Where is the reason to drive such a long train and then go back? It's not realistic at all."

"Who knows? Maybe a miracle will happen one day. Thinking about it like this is better than driving aimlessly."

Gu Changli let out a haha, and saw that brat opposite him was staring at him more and more strangely, as if he heard something from a story he made up on the spur of the moment, he turned his head, and directly took the brat out of his eyes. Pulled out of the shadows, pulled into the light.

"What does it look like to have this sad face all day—"

"For children, just give me more exposure to the sun, drink more milk, and supplement calcium."

Mo Huaiqian's eyes, which had adapted to the darkness, shed physiological tears in the face of the sudden light, and that person's smile was even more dazzling under the light, making people unconsciously squint their eyes slightly, just like ordinary people who can't face the sun The light is average.

"It's getting late, tell your parents, when the form is completed and then contact me, keep talking."

When the door was about to close, Mo Huaiqian suddenly yelled at the receding figure with an impulse that came from nowhere.

"Will go back!"

"Isn't that the train in the story? It's not reality!"

"Isn't the miracle that appears most often in stories?!"

The tall and tall figure didn't stop or slow down because of his words, Gu Changli still walked at a leisurely pace, but he silently raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

As a result, the surrounding voice-activated lights were brightly lit, and white light was scattered in all directions. He walked in it, as if he was protected by it, and since then he has crawled.

The scene in front of him vaguely reminded Mo Huaiqian behind him of a pious prayer that he had sniffed at before, but at this moment there was only one thought left.

If he really can do it, let his expectations come true and be treated with tenderness by the world.