Han Yu's Wu Shixun, send me flowers!

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Facing his pure elk eyes, she couldn't utter a word, she just held his hand tightly.

"You..." She swallowed nervously, "When will it disappear?"

"I won't go until you don't need me anymore."

"I can't always live... in an illusory... unreal dream!"

"It turns out that I am like a dream to you, Lu Lin. It is really the highest praise I have ever heard." He smiled openly and without any parting sorrow, "So, are you worried about losing me?"

It's not that shy and difficult to admit that this is who you really are, is it?

She nodded, and successfully saw Wu Shixun's happy smile like a child, very childish.

"You have to believe that I am real, and then I will exist. Just like now..." He kissed her forehead, like a pilgrim bowing to the soul of the creator, "Although the temperature is very low, it still exists after all, As long as you believe..."

His murmurs were completely swallowed in Lu Lin's approaching lips. She had just finished drinking a glass of peppermint soda, and the summer breath remained, which he missed very much.

If one day is finally lost in this earth, the blooming flowers are turned into moss, I would rather be alone than return.

The author has something to say: Since it is sugar, of course it is not so rigorous

By the way, do you want to take the business war route next time? Recently, the brain capacity is eh~

Chapter 4·Part[-]

"what are you waiting for?"

"I'm waiting for Christmas."

Waking up after dreaming here, Lu Lin sat up in the dark, next to Shixun who was still sleeping.

It's been a long time since I dreamed of Park Chanyeol, it's been half a year at least, he is not very clear in the memory, but her expression of being willing to go through fire and water for him, no matter how you look at it, she looks completely stupid.

She still remembers from which direction the snowflakes fell that day. It was Christmas, and many passers-by on the street raised their cameras because of the snowflakes that fit the occasion. The sound of the shutter made her cry unwillingly and sadly. When he left Without even saying "goodbye," he said, "We'll never be in touch again."

At the moment she was so stunned that she didn't have time to ask the reason, yes, what's the use of asking, it's nothing more than the present perfect tense of "I don't love anymore", "I don't love that much", "I'm in love with someone else", and tears can only dare Shed after he was gone.

The prodigal son won't stop for anyone, it's so tacky, I only understand now.

"What's the matter?" Shixun also woke up. The cold moonlight outside the window fell on Lu Lin's shoulders. Her back was facing him, and the hair hanging down seemed to be sad. He stretched out his hand to hug her, trying to use his own The body temperature brought back her broken will.Lu Lin's hands were cold for no reason, even worse than his, he was a little puzzled.

"Sehun, these are actually a dream, I don't know." She laughed at herself, looking at him with clear eyes, "You will disappear soon, I think I can accept your departure. But my request is, if you really want to leave, please leave me a goodbye."

"I will, I promise."

"Actually, you don't like me that much, even though it's someone I imagined."

Wu Shixun was stunned for a while, as if he wanted to distinguish the truth from the false in his deep tiredness.Lu Lin in front of him seemed to be different from before except for her appearance. Could it be that as long as her appearance remained the same, he could continue chasing her without fear?

Lu Lin used to be like this, no matter whether his memory is preserved or not, and his personality has changed or not, she seems to be able to chase him fearlessly with a solitary courage, without sleep.

Will he be like her too?

"It's normal for you to doubt, because I also doubt myself, whether as long as he comes back, I will leave you behind." Her voice was full of weariness in the night, "You are so real, so real It's like we're really in love."

The clamoring words were stuck in Shixun's throat, he held her shoulder with some strength, but he still held back the sentence "This is true", he only asked: "Do you believe me or not?"

But in exchange for her chuckle: "Should I believe you, I'm not even sure about myself."

"You'll know when Christmas comes."

"……Christmas……"

The autumn night is too long, and the thin quilt can't warm people's hearts.

Lu Lin didn't go to work anymore, and stayed at home to type, and according to the work progress, the draft could be finished near the end of the year.

What is suspicious is that this time she was able to complete the task with quality and quantity without A Bao's reminder. In A Bao's words, it was like red rain in the sky.

In fact, it's not as exaggerated as what A Bao said, it's just that Lu Lin suddenly realizes that she can't accomplish anything.

She has been doing nothing for nearly several years, and it is true that she still wants to make achievements while she is young.

For a period of time, she has been in a state of being pessimistic and withdrawn, holding negative energy like a container, and more and more discouraged words come from another self. Once she met Ah Bao, the other party still It would be better to ask her to see a doctor with a worried face.

Could it be that her face could no longer conceal her emotions?

Lu Lin now feels that even saving herself is useless, she deliberately avoids Wu Shixun.

But that was just her unilateral thought, Wu Shixun was not really fabricated by her, and his actions would not be restricted by it, so he followed behind him all the time, his emotions about her seemed to be connected to a power source, and he could sense them all.

Probably, all of this will not be able to hide.

Meeting Park Chanyeol again was an accident, if that was true.

When copying the manuscript in the copy shop, the door behind him slammed, and a man walked in. He had a Davidoff that Lu Lin had known for two years, and even the wrinkles of his windbreaker were made by her own hands. Remember clearly, there is no slight difference.He exchanged pleasantries with ease, as if he had never left here.

The people in the shop were as silent as dead, and it was as empty as the night.

Lu Lin remained motionless and didn't know what to say. The closer he got, the clearer his face became.When Park Chanyeol smiled, there was a slight dimple around his mouth, and his eyes were shining with Shiba. He brought her into his range from behind, grabbed her hand with his left hand and put it under the panel of the copier together. Beneath the plate are machine parts that work precisely.

After a while, the copied white paper was spit out by the machine. On the snow-white paper were two hands of different sizes and different left and right. He held her hand just like when they first met that day, with the same printed text. The shop, the same furnishings, the same weather, except her.

her state of mind.

Is he real? Lu Lin's hand has already covered it, the skin is warmer than Shixun's, and he can feel the blood flowing in the blood vessels under the skin.Park Chanyeol just looked at her with nostalgia, and gently rubbed her palm.

But why did she look at herself as if she never knew him?

When he wanted to speak, Lu Lin covered his mouth with one hand: "I may be sick." After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and blended into the turbulent commuting crowd outside, and he didn't even have time to stop it.

He stood where he was, until he saw Huang Zitao smiling at him across the empty road, he finally pushed through the clouds and mist to see the bright moon.

I think I probably know what it is.

She was wearing a pair of thin-soled loafers. Walking on the cobblestone road of Taiping Street, she could clearly feel the stone hit the soles of her feet. The high school students who are studying in the evening, they are laughing and playing, the whole street is a stage of youth, and under the wide school uniform is a body that is happy and does not know how time has passed, and she intertwines with it blankly.

She hadn't smiled like that in a long time.

Lu Lin walked with her shoulders shrunk, trying not to bump into anyone, but bumped into them inevitably.

Wait a minute, why did she pass one oncoming person after another when Wu Shixun rushed to the road to prove it, which one is the entity?

Lu Lin raised her hand blankly and brushed the shoulders of the students next to her, and she couldn't touch them!

She ran, enough to knock down an entire street of pedestrians, but no, no one.

It is easier to pass through many human walls than through many curtains.

The only explanation is that she braced her knees and stopped to breathe, the autumn leaves all over the sky were about to fall down, this world is empty.

An extra fallen leaf floated down from the tree, passed through Lu Lin's outstretched hand and fell to the ground.

Turning sideways, Wu Shixun raised his eyebrows without saying a word, with a serious expression on his face.

There was also a person running from the left back. How could his slightly childish face be serious and unchallenged at this moment?

Destiny, the hands that turn hands into rain and turn them into clouds, makes waves at will, and it is a foregone conclusion that mortals will suffer.

If there is a camera panning, Lu Lin who is squatting on the ground, and Park Chanyeol and Oh Sehun who are standing opposite each other, then the three-legged triangular relationship is very easy to understand.

The author has something to say: I am an author with pursuit, um

Where have all the former readers gone?

Chapter 5·Part[-]

Huang Zitao's words are still in my ears. As the creators of the system, after taking charge of their respective world lines, the only intersection between the two of them is the quarterly report meeting.What caused the difficult situation where each other is in a dilemma today?What is he planning by playing Wu Shixun and Lu Lin between applause?

Forget it, Lu Lin is the most urgent task, for him.

Park Chanyeol raised his eyes and looked as usual, but the corners of his mouth slightly pursed revealed what was in his heart.

The two big men looked at each other, silently pushing the tense atmosphere to the climax in the wave of people who were nothing more than fiction.

Lu Lin was still trembling, and even though she hugged herself tightly with all her strength, she still felt cold. In the evening when the autumn sun faded, she trembled a little when the wind swept over.

Chanyeol first took off his coat and buttoned it on her body, already very displeased.