This game can't be played [online game]

The corpses of the heroes of the Proud Sword were lying in the field. After a moment, he snorted coldly and typed a line in the near chat——

[Nearby] Heroes of Proud Swords: All right, you guys, the Cowherd and Weaver Girl can also meet in the game, haha.

After finishing a sentence with a high hatred value, he forcefully quit the game.

The rest of Lantern Flower Yuyue and Shibushashayiren are relatively silent in the game.

Sometimes, Yan Muzhi felt that the world of Jianxiao Jianghu was so warm. Even though they were two people in different places, they could ride horses together in the game. At that time, Yan Muzhi thought about coming to the United States, and Yan Muzhi made all the plans in his heart. up.

Even if there is no reality, at least there is a game called Jian Xiao Jiang Hu.

It's like another world, as long as you know that the person who is with you is him.

But now Yan Muzhi realizes what a stupid idea this is.

Because of this screen, you can't touch the real him, everything has become data, and problems that once could be solved with a hug have now become relatively silent.

After all, unable to bear the silence, Yan Muzhi asked, "Why are you so abnormal today?"

Shibusha was silent for a moment, and sat beside Denghua Yuyue: "Sorry."

"I saw the news." Yan Muzhi typed slowly, so as to control his tone and tone.

At least... making every sentence less like a question.

Killing one person in ten steps was followed by a long silence before he replied with a single word——

"Ah."

Yan Muzhi didn't speak anymore.

Pinching his watch and watching for a minute, Yan Muzhi finally couldn't help it anymore: "Bai Yuyuan, if you want to break up, just say so next time."

"I didn't think so." Bai Yuyuan's character still didn't move, but the words were typed line by line.

"I just don't know how to tell you, but I assure you, the content of the news is just gossip, I am not engaged, those manuscripts were sent out by my mother unilaterally through the media, and her purpose is to save Bai's company ,I'm very sorry."

Yan Muzhi stared at the screen for a moment, wondering whether he should believe it or not.

He suddenly felt a little tired.

For himself and for Bai Yuyuan.

Yan Muzhi always believes that Bai Fuyuan likes him, he likes him enough to write a long paragraph of words for himself seriously, he likes him enough to give up his identity as a straight man to change his ways for himself, he likes him enough to let him come to the United States to avoid the wind The head alone bears all this in the country.

However, at this moment, Yan Muzhi suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Is such persistence really useful?

If the Bai clan collapses like this, will Bai Fuyuan face the situation of betrayal?

Or... Is my liking a little too selfish?

Before Yan Muzhi could say a word, the phone in the room rang.

Yan Muzhi was startled, and walked over to pick it up.

To be honest, at that moment, there was a faint expectation in his heart. If Bai Yuyuan's voice came from over there, he didn't even know how to control his emotions.

But not.

"Are you just admiring it?" The voice over there sounded gentle and pleasant, it was the voice of a middle-aged woman.

Perhaps it was because of his status, or because he was used to the domineering tone, even though he spoke in such a peaceful manner, Yan Muzhi could still hear the questioning in it.

In the blink of an eye, Yan Mozhi thought that he probably knew who this was.

"You are Bai Yuyuan's mother, that's right, I am, hello Auntie." Yan Muzhi said with a smile, trying his best to sound gentle and harmless.

However, the person opposite didn't seem to play the cards according to the script. Instead, she smiled to herself: "Xiaoyan, I haven't greeted you for a long time. Are you in the United States now?"

Which song is this?

Yan Muzhi knew that Mother Bai didn't have the slightest affection for him.

When Bai Fuyuan went home, everything changed.

But now, when Bai Mu spoke, there was no hostility in the slightest, and the imaginary tension completely disappeared, replaced by a typical image of a loving mother.

Yan Muzhi can only respond to all changes with the same: "I'm sorry, Auntie, I didn't visit you before."

"There's no need to be so preoccupied. I told Qi Yuan earlier that he would take you home to have a look, but Mu Yu came that day. Hey, I thought about it at the time. Luckily, Qi Yuan thought about it long ago, otherwise you would actually be surprised if you saw it." It's embarrassing." Bai Mu's tone carried an obvious smile.

For some reason, Yan Muzhi always felt that maybe he was full of malice, so that every word could hear the meaning of breaking up.

He glanced over there, and on the computer screen, Bai Yuyuan was still standing there, by Deng Hua Yuyue's side.

And here, I was answering Baimu's phone call.

Clearly like two worlds.

"Auntie, is Yuyuan engaged to Miss Mu Yu?" Yan Muzhi asked bluntly.

It seemed to be slightly choked over there.

After a while, Baimu's voice came clearly through the distance of thousands of miles: "Xiaoyan, I will treat it as my aunt asking you, can you let go of Qiyuan?"

With just such a sentence, Yan Muzhi suddenly closed his eyes.

All guesses came true at this moment.

Before he had time to speak, he heard Bai Mu continue: "The Bai family is almost finished. If you hadn't appeared, Qi Yuan and Mu Yu would have married a long time ago, and I would have embraced my grandchildren a long time ago. They are their own. Young Ding's baby girl, the two families have been supporting each other until now. But now Yan Yuan refuses to marry Mu Yu no matter what, the Mu family is furious, and everything is in chaos now. And..." Bai Mu's tone A little hasty, she stopped abruptly, and then said softly: "Bai Yuqing is not my son, if Bai Yuan refuses to marry Mu Yu, the Bai family will really break up, please Xiaoyan, you are a good boy, You... let him go."

If it was anyone else, Yan Muzhi could scold him with a sneer, tell him to get out, and say it's none of his business.

But this is Bai Yuyuan's mother.

She didn't cry, but it made Yan Muzhi feel more uncomfortable than any angry words.

That's right, if he didn't have himself, Bai Yuyuan might have had a more peaceful life. He didn't need to let his girlfriend go far away to the United States, and he didn't need to worry about whether rumors would affect Jianxiao Jianghu. You need to allocate so much energy to maintain your daily life, and you don't need to be separated from your family.

But now, he was sent far away to the United States, leaving Bai Yuyuan alone to bear all the bloody storms in the country.

Is this really love?

Yan Muzhi was suddenly a little confused.

After a moment of silence, Yan Muzhi said, "I'm sorry, Auntie..."

He wanted to say something, but his throat seemed to be choked, and he was so upset that he hung up the phone.

Later, the phone seemed to rang several times, and Yan Muzhi lay on the bed, feeling dizzy.

He knew that he might really have to give up.

But he was unwilling to say anything.

Until the door was knocked open by Xia Geometrically.

"What's the matter with you, Xiaoyan?" Xia Gehe rushed out anxiously: "I heard from my brother that you didn't respond in the game and couldn't get through the phone, you..."

Standing beside Yan Muzhi's bed, Xia Geometric was taken aback by Yan Muzhi's flushed face: "You, you, are you not acclimatized?"

Yan Muzhi was woken up by him: "Don't shout so loudly, what's wrong?"

Liang Yan walked in, "What's going on?"

"He seems to be sick." Xia Ge was so anxious that he could barely speak.

Liang Yan frowned: "Let me see."

He came over and put his hand on Yan Muzhi's forehead, his brows immediately frowned: "It's a bad fever, what's wrong? Call the doctor."

In a daze, Yan Muzhi could only be at the mercy of others, and all he could hear was noise.

The whole house was full of noisy voices.

Sometimes, it's Xia Geometric's baby voice calling, and sometimes, it's Liang Yan, Liang Yan's brother and sister whispering.

Sometimes, a thermometer is inserted under the tongue, as if taking a temperature.

Yan Muzhi didn't bother to feel it, so he just quietly let it go.

When he woke up again, he was still lying on the bed in the dormitory, drinking a bottle, and sitting next to him was a bored Xia Geometric playing with his mobile phone.

"Here." Yan Muzhi said lazily, feeling his throat was a bit dry: "Thank you."

Xia Gee turned his head, with a complicated expression: "What's wrong with you."

"I'm not acclimatized, what else can I do?" Yan Muzhi smiled wryly, every place the tip of his tongue touched was bitter.

"I..." Xia Gee wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he sighed: "I'm sorry I came back late that day."

"It's okay." Yan Muzhi waved his hands, and said carelessly, "I guess I'll get used to it in a few days."

There was an enigmatic silence in the room.

After a long time, Yan Muzhi asked, "Did anyone call me these days?"

Xia Gehe hesitated for a moment: "My brother hit me."

"Oh." Yan Muzhi thought for a while, touched the phone with the hand that didn't receive the needle, and was amused when he saw it: "Did you buy a card for me?"

"Well, I installed it for you. I didn't look at your phone." Xia Gee smiled and handed him a glass of water.

Yan Muzhi didn't drink, but just drew a few times on the phone to call out Bai Yuyuan's name, thought for a while and asked, "Did your brother ask you to pass the message?"

"He said to take good care of his illness, and he will have time to video with you in a few days." This time there was no lag, Xia Gee said it easily.

There is always such a sentence, which will become the last straw, and make all the persistence... fall apart at that moment.

Yan Muzhi smiled, and this time he made up his mind and clicked on the text message dialog——

"Yuan, I'm fine, thank you for your concern."

"let's break up."

After typing these few words, Yan Muzhi could feel his fingertips trembling slightly, but in the end he closed his eyes and hit the send button.

From now on--

The mountains are high and the waters are far away, each cherishes each other.