The tool man is being targeted by the hero [Quick time travel]

Five days later, it was a gloomy day. Huawen tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, so he got up lazily and looked at the sky outside the window.

This day is the same as the day five years ago, and I still remember that boy Yan Lu went down the mountain to catch fireflies for him, and almost didn't come back.

Thinking of fireflies, he remembered that today seemed to be his birthday in this world, if Yan Lu hadn't celebrated it for him every year, he wouldn't have remembered it.

Last year, Yan Lu took him to get together with his relatives and friends. What tricks are there this year?

He checked his phone, except for the blessings from Yan Ru and Cheng Xin, there was no greeting from Yan Lu?It's not very scientific!

Erlu, who has always been very attentive to this matter, died down today, and sent him a message at noon: "The old house may be demolished. Let's come back and clean it up for a day. How about it?" ]

This old house is the Yan family in the old residential building. When Yan Lu grew up and Yan Ru got married, the old house left by the Yan family's parents was put on hold, but the best days of Huawen and their Yan family siblings are here. After spending it there, you can go back and relive it.

Picture text: [Okay, I will come back by car in the afternoon. ]

Yan Lu replied immediately: "I'll pick you up." ]

Picture text: [I've already bought train tickets, it's too much trouble for you to come here, let's clean up the house first. ]

The city where Huawen is currently located is a little far from City Z, but it can be reached by train in two hours, so he is not in a hurry.

Simply packed up and went home!

He likes to call that place "home".

In Z City, hundreds of kilometers away, Yan Lu packed up the house early, and walked around in the tidy room. After years of social experience, his calmness has disappeared. .

Originally, Yan Ru would come back to help him prepare today, but for a while, he was caught up in the affairs of his in-law's family, thinking that his sister was only pregnant, so Yan Lu didn't bother her anymore.

But now he is really reluctant to be alone in all this, and it is hard to think about another person to help, but this guy has always had bad intentions for Ah Wen, and it is definitely a disservice to let him join in the fun!

In the end, only Yan Lu was left alone. He had to decorate the room, arrange flowers, hang lights, light candles, and bring out all (he thought) the most romantic things.

He has been preparing for several days, and today he is finally going to confess his confession. Regardless of whether he agrees with him or not, he is definitely ready to say what he has kept in his heart for six years!

While lowering his head to tinker with roses, Yan Lu's mobile phone on the table made a "ding" sound. He thought it was a picture, so he hurried to take a look.

Cheng Xin: [Is it finally about to start?Mr. Yan, do you need help from your brother? ]

Yan Lu raised his eyebrows, and replied "Master is very busy, please kneel down" and blocked Cheng Xin.

Today, at least on this most important day, he doesn't want anyone to disturb him, he and Awen are fine, and this third party is not allowed to intervene.

After working for a while, he spread red rose petals on the ground. He didn't know how to confess, and he didn't know what to do. These were his only "straight man" romances.

A tablecloth was spread on the table, a bottle of red wine... served with boiled fat beef, he and Huawen both liked to eat this, it was better than flashy western food, this was made by himself, after years of research, the taste was close to The Michelin three-star chef in the picture text is up to the standard, the Michelin three-star chef in his heart.

Then there is the small lantern hanging from the door to the living room. He specially chose the star-like color, not too bright, but also very warm, like fireflies flying all over the sky.

If you like this pictorial text...you will definitely like it.

Yan Lu, who has never cooked and never liked people, has exhausted his intelligence today to think about his preferences in painting and writing.

At 06:30 in the afternoon, by this time Huawen should have arrived at the train station in City Z. Yan Lu was calling to pick him up, when he heard Huawen breathing a little rapidly, and then calmed down: "Don't come over, I'm almost here Got downstairs."

"Why are you so fast?" Yan Lu was slightly startled.

"I want to come back earlier and change to an earlier shift." Huawen's voice was laughing, but it sounded a little nervous, "Why, can't it?"

"No...no," Yan Lu hurriedly went to the kitchen to serve the dishes. The big meal he made for Huawen was not ready yet, "Where are you now?"

"I've entered the gate, have all the residents here moved out? It's so deserted."

"Well, there are not many people left. If we don't move out, we may become a nail household, and we can sit down with the developer to raise the price."

Yan Lu has been able to say witty words recently, he is a little nervous at this time, and he can't help but want to talk to Huawen.

However, this time the painting did not find any signs of Yan Lu, so he hurriedly asked, "Did you see any strange people today?"

"Strange person?" Yan Lu paused slightly, "There shouldn't be any, what's wrong? Shall I come out to pick you up?"

"No need, it should be a tramp or something," Huawen's voice gradually entered an echoing environment, it should be in the corridor, "I'm hungry today, do you have food?"

Yan Lu is holding his mobile phone in the pocket of his shoulder, carefully arranging the plate with both hands: "I made it, but it may not be delicious..."

"We Erlu made it with our own hands. It's delicious even if it's not delicious," Huawen laughed, "I'm dead."

After hanging up the phone, Yan Lu stared at the phone in a daze, his face was reddish, and the tips of his ears were almost burned. He felt that he was ready, but he didn't expect that the deer would bump into him again when he was about to fight, and he was a little at a loss.

Awen is about to come to open the door. When he comes in, he will first see the dark room, and then suddenly light up the small lights like a starry sky. He stands between roses and candles and says... I like you, Awen, Loved it since six years ago.

How is this...like a marriage proposal?Should I get down on one knee and take out the ring?

He touched the small box in his pocket. He bought this ring very early. He spent half of the first pot of gold he earned in his freshman year to buy this diamond ring.

But he didn't dare to send it, he was afraid of being rejected by the painting, and even more afraid that he would ignore him from now on.

Five minutes passed while he was struggling, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the candles were dripping with wax tears, and the picture text hadn't opened the door yet.

He should have brought the key, even if he didn't, it's time to knock on the door.

"What's going on?" Yan Lu was inexplicably flustered, and while changing clothes and preparing to go out, he dialed Huawen's phone number.

There was no one answering the receiver, but a familiar bell rang at the door—it was the bell of Pictorial Text. He liked this piece of piano music very much, and it hadn't changed for several years.

Yan Lu couldn't help laughing, he was already at the door, why didn't he come in?

He opened the door smoothly: "Awen, you..."

The door was stuck by something, he looked down and saw a pair of feet.

The door opened at thirty degrees instantly froze in place, and with Yan Lu's movements, time seemed to be frozen at this moment.

He really wanted to go back, close the door, close his eyes and tell himself that everything in front of him is fake, these feet are not Arwen's, these shoes are not what he bought for him last month... this is not Arwen... …

"...Awen?"

The strong smell of blood opened the old door, Yan Lu staggered and knelt beside Huawen, the dark red blood flowed freely from Huawen's neck like a stream of water, and splashed on his pale lips, turning scarlet and pale despair.

He didn't even close his eyes, he looked at the void in a daze, and his blood-stained mobile phone stayed on Yan Lu's missed call.

Yan Lu leaned over and hugged his upper body into his arms, feeling that he was so light, why did the blood flow out so quickly, only a bit of warmth and softness remained at the corner of his mouth.

He bowed his head and kissed him lightly, as if he was afraid of waking him up, Yan Lu didn't cry or growl, the trembling all over his body only revealed a trace of mourning when he clenched his teeth.

Caressing Hua Wen's unrepentant eyes, he murmured a few words very softly: "Okay, if you fall asleep, you won't reject me..."

With shaking hands, he took out the ring box in his pocket, took out the ring with "yh" engraved inside, took his bloody left hand, and put it on his weak ring finger.

The ring matched Huawen's hand very well, just like him at this moment, quiet and docile, without making a sound.

He finally couldn't bear it anymore, and cried silently like a lone wolf on the verge of death:

"...If you don't reject me, then you agree..."

Not far away, the siren sounded, and the sounds of arrests came one after another, but none of this had anything to do with them at this time.

Yan Lu stared for a moment with red eyes, gently rubbed Huawen's forehead, his eyes reflected the flickering police lights and his Awen, and said six years late:

"Happy birthday, Arvin... I like you."

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The second before logging out of the world, Huawen was still struggling. He didn't want to leave in this way, and he didn't even say goodbye.

He went out happily today. On the way, the system that hadn't made a sound for a long time suddenly spoke: [Master Instructor, there is an opportunity to log out today. This is the second time it has appeared in five years. It is a rare opportunity. 】

Huawen was silent for two seconds, then suddenly shook his head: "I don't want to be today, at least not now, just ignore this opportunity."

The system is very strange: [...Master Instructor, you have changed. 】

"People change," Huawen didn't want to explain too much, "Just treat me as abnormal once, and I won't take this opportunity."

The system seemed to be muted, silent, it didn't tell the pictorial text where the opportunity point was, it just went invisible.

Huawen knows that the system is difficult to understand. It has followed an excellent soul instructor for 30 years, but one day it does not want to complete the task. This subverts its mastermind, and Huawen also wants it to be quiet.

After the bullet train arrived at the station, he directly booked a car, got off when he was 50 meters away from the alley, and went straight to the residential building.

However, before he took two steps, he felt as if someone was following behind him.

This person's footsteps were light and heavy, and he seemed to be crippled, but his speed was not slow.

The vigilance was raised rapidly, he quickened his pace and circled around several times, and turned to the crowded surveillance area, and when he turned around, the person following him was gone.

It must have been thrown away...

Who will it be?Thief or Trafficker?

Huawen returned to the residential building with lingering fears, called the police without thinking, and then talked to Yan Lu on the phone.

Yan Lu is much more mature and sensible now, and he can cook. After Hua Wen made the phone call, he felt a little relieved, eager to try Er Lu's cooking skills.

When he reached the fourth floor, he was about to take out the key to open the door, when Huawen suddenly felt goosebumps on his back, it was dangerous!

But the reaction couldn't keep up with the speed. In the darkness, a pair of hands quickly locked his throat, and the cold touch lingered on his neck—it was a sharp knife.

This knife seemed familiar to him...

"Hey, it looks familiar," the person who strangled him behind him let out a hoarse laugh, "This knife entered your belly six years ago!"

Huawen immediately realized that this person was the robber, rapist and murderer who almost killed Yan Ru back then!

"It's all about you... who made me wanted, and that little bastard broke my leg. You all have to die! Don't you like heroes saving beauty? Come and see today, who can save you!"

"Wait……!"

Before the picture text could break free, his throat suddenly felt cold, followed by surging heat, his body softened uncontrollably, and he was thrown to the ground like a rag doll.

He reached out and desperately wanted to knock on the door, at least to say goodbye, but his eyes fell into darkness uncontrollably.

The last thing he wanted to happen still happened.

It doesn't matter if he dies, but he must not die in front of Yan Lu, and he must not die like this.

What will Yan Lu do when he sees it?Will he break down?Will you feel guilty?

Huawen didn't think about the so-called task at all for a while, he just didn't want his Erlu to blame himself and feel uncomfortable.

His heart was like a tattered rag, tossed back and forth, ravaged and torn, and returned to the dark system space. For the first time, he couldn't help being annoyed.

"The system...is this the logout opportunity point you mentioned?"

[Congratulations, instructor, the world mission has been successfully completed, successfully logged out, and 28 points have been credited to the account. 】The system's voice was cold and did not answer him at all.

"0331!" Huawen yelled out the original number of the system, "Give me an explanation!"

The pitch-black system space fell silent, and a pair of white-gloved hands appeared out of nowhere, apologetically overlapping: [It is my duty to assist you in logging out, sorry, instructor, my settings always focus on tasks, yours The mental state is no longer suitable for staying any longer, please don’t forget that it is a false world, it is just a dream dimension, the original body of the child of luck will forget everything after waking up, only your spiritual power is real Exist, you're not worth wasting too much on it. 】

The system is very sincere and correct. It is indeed his own hesitation and slack that caused this task that could be completed in two years, and it took six years.

For him, these six years are not simply spent, every minute and every second is actually consuming the spiritual power of the pictorial text.

But he just couldn't help sinking into a peaceful and comfortable life...

I used to firmly believe that only those who are sober can have the last laugh, but now I slap myself in the face, it really hurts.

After being silent for a long time, Huawen sat on the ground a little bit exhausted, patted the white gloves: "Okay, I understand, I shouldn't attack you, sorry, system."

The main body of the system clapped its hands in white gloves suddenly, and floated over to rub Huawen's shoulders attentively, and began to massage.

[Master Instructor, please take a break first, here is the information of the next world, you can take a look in advance. 】

Huawen enjoys the considerate service of the system and opens up a new world of information:

Long Long, the son of luck, is a genius cartoonist with the pen name dragon. He won the first prize of the National Youth Comics Group at the age of 16. Three years later, he and his family and friend Xiao Yang started to create the comic "Rotty World", which has gained a good reputation. But four years later, Xiao Yang died suddenly at home from overwork, and Long Long could only be the writer alone, struggling to maintain the serialization of "The World of Rorty".

He used to have no assistants, but now the studio was disbanded because of his increasingly serious bad temper, and only he and Xiao Yang's sister Xiao Wei managed to keep the serialization of the comics, but because Xiao Wei was not good at drawing, she could only be in charge As a screenwriter, the burden on Long Long's shoulders is getting heavier and heavier.

"Rorty's World" has changed from the original weekly update to monthly update, season update, and then year update. As a perfectionist, Long Long has extremely high requirements. If it weren't for the huge number of comic fans, he might have been cut in half.

Long Long couldn't bear to cut off his family and friends' hard work, and worked overtime day and night. "The World of Roti" was finally nominated for the International Comic Awards Gold Award. Only 26 years old.

"Oh...it's the familiar bad temper and desperate personality again," Hua Wen had adjusted at this time, looking at Long Long's profile with interest, "Little Tyrannosaurus Rex, brother is here to help you win the big prize. "

With a flash of white light, Huawen opened his eyes, and found that he was sitting in front of a canvas, a beautiful landscape oil painting was just in front of him, and the brush was still in his hand.

He looked around, it was a private studio, the environment was very nice, quiet and comfortable.

It seems that the system has really found a good identity for him, he can have a private studio, at least his family is rich, unlike the poor ones who can't get away with it before.

"Well, very good, the painting is really good." Huawen nodded in satisfaction with his masterpiece, stood up and prepared to take a step...

With a bang, his left knee hit the easel and flew up in pain.

While rubbing his knee in pain, Huawen felt something was wrong with his left leg.

Enduring the pain, he stood up straight, and took two awkward steps, one crooked and one crooked—his left leg couldn't move.

Unexpectedly, he became a cripple, or a person with a disabled left leg.

"........."

The mood is not good in an instant, he doesn't like lame people very much at present, at least he is very repulsive before the memory of the last world fades away.

Hmph, why did the murderer who cut his throat be a cripple, Huawen thought extremely naively, and limped out of the studio with two pieces of paint rubbed off the canvas on his buttocks.

The author has something to say: The first world is over, there should be a side story at the end of the main text, if you like it, please look forward to it as soon as possible_(:3」∠)_

I don’t know much about cartoonists in the second world, please forgive me if there is something unreasonable~