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Probably because he couldn't accept the disappearance of Gu Xun in the illusion, or because Zhan Zhi's life was passing away bit by bit.

Song Mi felt that his spirit was like a balloon filled with hydrogen, and the more it was filled, the more it was filled.If there is something lightly touching it, he can be blown to pieces in an instant.

"How did this happen?" Song Mi hugged his head with his knees bent, and said in pain, "Everything was fine..."

He and Gu Xun returned home, and brought Zhan Zhi back home.

In addition, there is a goal, and the sporadic clues of Shimei have been found.

If I work harder, maybe I can stop this fucking shit experiment, cancel human abilities, and restore the world to the way it was before.

But just one day later, he was unable to face Gu Xun, and Zhan Zhi was dying.

"You brought out the emotions in the illusion," Gu Xun said, "You have to control your emotions."

Song Mi's arms loosened slightly.

He looked at Gu Xun's fingers still resting on the quilt through his arms, and suddenly felt a kind of unreliable panic in his heart.

What Gu Xun said was correct, Song Mi also felt that his emotions were a little abnormal.

Ever since he came out of the illusion, he has been inexplicably uneasy and anxious. Negative emotions are like a rolling tide, with the momentum of engulfing the world, pushing Song Mi to collapse.

"Gu Xun."

Song Mi found that she especially liked being called Gu Xun.

This name may be as silent as the deep sea, but it is as reliable as a mountain.

It seems that just by shouting, you can gain enough power to make people feel at ease.

"Huh?" Gu Xun lowered his eyes slightly, looking at Song Mi.

Song Mi lowered her arms and looked at him.

The moon was dark, covering Gu Xun's sharp-edged face.

The high bridge of the nose is like a continuous ridge, blocking most of the moonlight and casting darkness on the eye socket on the other side.

Just that curled eyelash, like a bird spreading its wings from the other side of a ridge.

Its wingtip feathers are long and dense, trembling over the clouds, filled with a handful of cool moon.

This is Gu Xun.

Song Mi's hand rested on Gu Xun's five fingers.

This was Gu Xun who would love him no matter what, even if it was just an illusion.

Song Mi let out a soft sigh from his throat, tears welling up in his eyes, sour.

"Gu Xun," Song Mi choked up, "don't leave me."

Gu Xun looked at Song Mi with a different meaning in his eyes: "I won't leave."

Song Mi curled her fingers slightly, and clasped Gu Xun's palm.

He lowered his head and rested his forehead on Gu Xun's arm: "I said, forever."

Gu Xun didn't move for a long time.

Song Mi was breathing tremblingly, not knowing what he wanted to express.

Finally, Gu Xun raised his hand and stroked Song Mi's hair.

"Go to sleep." He seemed to be coaxing a child, ignoring the part that was not easy to answer, "You are tired."

The next day, Song Mi woke up in bed alone.

The dizziness, along with the severe headache, almost made him pass out again.

"You have a fever," Gu Xun put his cool hand on Song Mi's forehead, "Lie down, don't move yet."

Have a fever?Song Mi thought in a daze.

His body has been invulnerable to viruses trained by Song Yuanxiu since he was a child. He has lived for almost 20 years without knowing what cold medicine tastes like.

Why did you suddenly have a fever?

A warm liquid was sent to Song Mi's lips, Song Mi opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw Gu Xun feeding him medicine with a porcelain spoon.

It smells like a cold granule, probably because I can't find a quick fever-reducing medicine.

Song Mi slightly opened her lips and swallowed.

"Zhan Zhi..." Song Mi's throat seemed to be stuffed with sandpaper, and the words that he said were all roughed out, making him look extremely hoarse and low-pitched, "Are you awake?"

Gu Xun shook his head.

Song Mi closed his eyes again.

He was still worrying about Gu Xun and Zhan Zhi yesterday, but now he is about to get involved.

Now that there is a shortage of medicines and food, even minor fevers and illnesses can be fatal.

He has a fever, and it may be contagious to Gu Xun.

"I'll drink it myself," Song Miqiang propped himself up and sat up, "Stay away from me."

"It's okay," Gu Xun supported Song Mi's arm, "If you don't have the strength, don't move around."

"I'm fine." Song Mi picked up the cup and drank the medicine, "Don't stay here, you will be infected."

Gu Xun didn't speak, and went out with an empty cup.

Even without a mirror, Song Mi knew how embarrassed he was.

The stubble hadn't been shaved for a few days, and his chin was already starting to feel a little prickly.

His eyes were dry and astringent, and his eye sockets were sore and sore when he rubbed them.

Probably congested, or swollen.

Song Mi lay on the bed, looking at the delicate plaster ceiling.

He thought that he would die, maybe even more ruthlessly, he would die without a whole body, a violent corpse in the wilderness.

But that's all during the fight, after the fight.

Skills are not as good as people, and death is admitted.

But Song Mi never thought that he would be on the verge of death in this way.

A fever and cold, which he didn't care about at all before, has become the worst enemy that is most likely to kill him.

He refused, he refused to accept.

He can't die here, Shimei hasn't been found yet, and Song Yuanxiu is still waiting for him at home.

If he died, what would Gu Xun do?

Thinking of Gu Xun, Song Mi felt pain in his chest.

He lay on his side, curling himself up like a baby.

His chest seemed to have been stabbed to pieces with a knife.

Song Mi cupped her hands in front of her chest, as if holding Gu Xun's remaining tenderness.

He was reluctant to give it to others, and he didn't have the courage to accept it himself.

Song Mi seldom cried. He grew up from a small field, and his skin was thicker than a city wall.

He has the love of his parents and the company of his playmates.

Cheerful personality determines Song Mi's vast social circle like a spider's web.

Song Mi has all the feelings in the world, except for the uniqueness that is on the tip of his heart.

"I have only been out of kindergarten for a few years? I have to be spoiled by others!"

"Is the game not fun or high math is not difficult enough? What kind of girlfriend are you looking for?"

Song Mi never thought about finding a girlfriend, maybe he thought about it when he saw the little dragon girl in the TV series when he was eight years old.

He seems to like girls.

But not anymore.

Song Mi put away the palms she was holding in front of her chest, and pressed them to her heart.

Perhaps it was because Gu Xun didn't leave him alone when the supernatural ability first broke out;

Or maybe it was on the third floor of the library, Gu Xun was unwilling to let go of his hand until he died;

It may also be at Song Mi's house that Gu Xun blocked Song Yuanxiu's fatal stab for him.

I don't know when, Song Mi couldn't do without Gu Xun.

It's not that he can't live without Gu Xun's protection, it's that he can't live without Gu Xun.

The young man who could face him with swords, left all his weaknesses and tenderness to Song Mi.

"Gu Xun..." Song Mi choked up under the quilt, crying uncontrollably, "I'm sorry..."

At some point, Song Mi fell asleep.

In his exhaustion, he had a complicated dream. In the dream, Gu Xun walked side by side with him on the campus.

He raised his hand and grabbed Gu Xun.

"How about we sublimate the revolutionary friendship of more than a year?" Song Mi said with a playful smile, "Turn it into a great love comparable to the hardness of diamond?"

Gu Xun looked at Song Mi quietly, and smiled and said hello after a while.

"Boss Gu!" Song Mi hugged Gu Xun, "Are you just waiting for my words?"

Gu Xun caught Song Mi and clasped his thigh with his palm.

Song Mi put his hand on Gu Xun's shoulder, and looked down at the smiling young man in front of him.

Those perennial snow-covered pupils melted, like a lake of warm water with spring warmth, rippling out layers of fine waves.

"No," Gu Xun's lips moved slightly, but his words were cold, "I dare not wait."

"Song Mi, wake up."

The sudden voice was mixed into the dream, like a ruthless sharp knife, tearing apart this warm scene with blood and flesh.

Song Mi raised his eyelids with difficulty, and opened his eyes to meet Zhan Zhi's anxious eyes.

"Zhan...Zhi?" Song Mi's extremely sad, dead wood-like heart seemed to be watered with a handful of clear springs, he regained some strength in an instant, propped his elbows on the bed sheet, and sat up with great difficulty, "Are you awake?! "

"I'm sorry," Zhan Zhi's tears rolled down his face, "I didn't realize it was an illusion, I was delayed."

"Then how did you come out?" Song Mi's voice was very soft, he had no strength, tired and sleepy.

"Gu Xun rescued me," Zhan Zhi sniffed, "He killed the person who set up the illusion."

"Gu Xun?" Song Mi's eyes widened slightly, he looked around but did not see Gu Xun, "Where's Gu Xun?"

"He's in the back room, he was seriously injured..." Zhan Zhi turned his body sideways, "I tried to recover, but he still didn't wake up..."

Song Mi lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

His hands and feet were weak, and he almost fell to the ground when he stood up.

The person lying on the bed in the back room became Gu Xun.

Song Mi felt that all this was like a farce, and the plot changed a bit strangely.

"What are you doing?" Song Mi stumbled to the bedside, looked at the sleeping Gu Xun and said tremblingly, "Stop playing with me."

"I'm sorry..." Zhan Zhi tried his best to hold back his crying, "I don't know what happened, Gu Xun almost passed out when I woke up."

"Did he say anything before he passed out?" Song Mi asked.

"He said let me cure your illness." Zhan Zhi said.

Song Mi's eyes went dark for a second, and his body suddenly fell forward, with his palms resting on Gu Xun's side.

Through the quilt, he seemed to be pressing on the back of Gu Xun's hand.

Song Mi breathed a sigh of relief, slowly arched his waist, and buried his face in his palm: "Leave me alone."

Although Zhan Zhi was worried, he went out obediently.

Only Gu Xun and Song Mi were left in the room.

Song Mi lifted the quilt and held Gu Xun's cold hand.

Breathing, pulse, people are still alive.

"Wake up," Song Mi said with a thick nasal voice, "As long as you wake up..."

As long as you wake up, I promise you.

Promise to all your requests and promise to be with you.Song Mi's tears fell on Gu Xun's arms, one drop after another.

Like belated rain, it does not moisten the dried up soil.

His fingers dug into Gu Xun's fingertips, and the two of them intertwined, which was not a kind of intimacy that belonged to friendship.

Feeling the touch between his fingers, Song Mi thought of the kiss with Gu Xun that night.

Gu Xun in the illusion, Gu Xun in the dream.

As long as it is Gu Xun, it is Gu Xun who loves Song Mi.

Do you love yours?

Song Mi looked at Gu Xun's slender knuckles with straight eyes.

There seemed to be a seemingly invisible thread wandering in his mind, and Song Mi tried hard to catch it.

But when his fingertips were about to touch it, the thread fell apart again.

It was a feeling, a feeling that had no basis in reality.

Song Mi let go of Gu Xun's hand and looked around the empty room.

After a while, he got up and walked out of the room.

Zhan Zhi is outside the door, moving the broken furniture to block the door of the room.

"Zhan Zhi," Song Mi called her, "Come here."

Zhan Zhi let out an "hey", put down the things in his hands, and walked towards Song Mi.

Suddenly, she stopped, and a sharp dagger was pressed against her neck.

"Is it you?" Song Mi's eyes were as cold as water, looking at Zhan Zhi as if he was looking at a dead object, "Guide."

The author has something to say: the highlight moment of Song Mi's IQ.