I'm a god in the infinite game

Tavel closed his eyes: "Me too."

"You have to make a choice." Tavel turned abruptly, he let go of the white willow, and pressed his forehead against the white willow, asking him softly, "The antidote or the poison?"

Bai Liu's hands curled up in vain.

Tavel looked at him calmly, his silver-blue eyes were like a mirror placed under water, and the water swayed to reflect Bai Liu's emotionless and fluctuating face.

He said: "You should know what the antidote is and make a choice."

Bai Liu's eyes were blank for a moment, his memory passed through Tavel's eyes in an instant, and drifted far, far away.

In the library of the old orphanage, the oil-soaked old poems were spread out on Scheta's knees. It was a summer afternoon, and the sun shone through the hair on his drooping forehead, as if through the thick and loose Branches, scattered grids of light, fall on yellowed, worn pages.

There are dust and heat waves floating in the air, the window sill of the library is half open to the green shade of unbuilt weeds, and the pool glows like fish scales under the scorching sun, like ten thousand diamonds spread on the water Eye-catching like that.

Bai Liu was not interested in reading, so he covered his face with a book in a drowsy state, resting his hands on his hands, and his neckline was wet with the steaming sweat.

He no longer remembers what he did wrong, in short, they were assigned to do cleaning work in this library that looked like it hadn't been cleaned for decades—this kind of punishment is very common for Bai Liu and Scheta .

But fortunately it was a small library, and Scheta was not in a hurry. He sat quietly by the window sill, flipping through the old books buried under the dust, and recited in a low voice:

"How can I compare you to Xia Tian?

You are not only cuter than it but also gentler than it,

……

But your long summer never fades,

……

Or Death boasted that you wandered in his shadow,

When you grow with time in immortal poetry.

As long as there are humans, or humans have eyes,

The gods will live on and give you life. "

Bai Liu was finally awakened by Xieta's chattering recitation, he took off the book covering his face, his eyes were lazy and did not open, he asked Xieta first: "Isn't that the last sentence? Don't read it. Thinking about tampering with other people's poems casually."

"The original sentence is [this poem will last forever and give you life]." Xieta was not annoyed when she was exposed, and still looked at Bai Liu peacefully, with eyes that seemed to put Bai Liu in, "I'm not very Can write poetry, but I see you in this poem."

"This poem is very suitable for you."

Bai Liu went through this love poem in praise of his lover who was too grotesque in his mind, pretended to stretch himself and turned over, not looking at Sieta behind him, and after a moment of silence, he spoke again:

"Don't just find a poem to tease me."

"I didn't find a poem at random." Scheta said unhurriedly. "Your long summer will never fade. This is the poem that describes your future. Someone will tell you."

"My future? What about you?" Bai Liu turned back and asked back with raised eyebrows, "Only my long summer will not wither, right?"

His words were originally just a joke, but that day Scheta remained silent for a long time before raising his eyes to look at him, his voice was as soft as a leaf that could not fall:

"I don't have summer."

He breathed out softly: "I just... secretly shared your summer."

Scheta looked at the lush summer scenery outside the window: "This summer is indeed lovely and gentle. It is the most beautiful summer I have ever seen, but these...do not belong to me."

"I always leave."

At the end of that summer, Scheta disappeared at the bottom of that pool.

And in the rose factory at the beginning of summer, the roses in May are in full bloom, which coincides with the first round of flowering.

The moment Tavel let go, Bai Liu seemed to sense something, he subconsciously grabbed Tavel's wrist, and looked at him calmly: "Are you leaving again?"

"We will meet again." Tavel gently raised his other hand, stroking Bai Liu's eyelids and face, "This is not your summer and roses, I will not stay here, and neither should you. "

Tavel's icy hands were pressed against Bai Liu's skin, like the touch of snow falling on his face.

"When the sun disappears for three quarters, old people will come to look for you who are frozen. Don't be afraid of the separation brought about by death, and don't be afraid of the broken reverse cross in the snow field."

"Don't be afraid of me who is alive or dead." Tavel held Bai Liu's head in his arms, leaned down and kissed his wet, rose-scented hair. "Don't be afraid of the summer when I leave you."

"I am a fallen god without a summer, but I have a whole winter waiting for you."

"Now make a choice, the antidote or the poison." Tavel lowered his slender, snow-colored eyelashes, while hugging Bai Liu, who didn't make any movement in his arms, but buried his head in his arms, while gently stroking Bai Liu's Dripping hair ends, "No matter what choice you make—"

"You're going to leave, aren't you?" Bai Liu asked in a muffled voice.

Tavel was quiet, and answered him honestly: "Yes."

Bai Liu fell silent again, but Tavel felt that Bai Liu's hands holding her on her waist and abdomen tightened - this was exactly the same as when she was a child.

Tavel suddenly wanted to laugh.

When encountering a situation that he doesn't want to face, when he is angry with other children or teachers, or when he doesn't want to admit the separation, the 14-year-old Bai Liu is calm on the surface, and even speaks a few words of sarcasm.

But when people are not paying attention, the thin Bailiu will sneak back and hug the huge, slender ghost doll covered with patches, and bury it in it to release its emotions without moving—this is also the same posture.

"But no matter what choice you make." Tavel stroked the hair sticking to Bai Liu's ear, lowered his head and whispered close to his ear, "You are always the most important thing to me."

"No matter what I have to go through, I will definitely, I will come to see you."

Bai Liu slowly sat up from Tavel's arms, and he looked directly at Tavel—he finally remembered why he didn't use the habit of looking directly at people before he was 14 years old, but only after he was 14 years old.

Because Scheta said: [Don't look at me directly, I have a pair of terrible eyes]

Bai Liu teased him maliciously: [But if you don't look directly at you, how do you know I'm talking to you?Wouldn't it be embarrassing if I was talking to someone else and you thought I was talking to you? 】

Scheta was silent for a while and said: [But this way, I can pretend that when you talk to all other people, no matter who you are looking at, I can tell myself that you are talking to me. 】

Bai Liu remembered that when Xieta said such words to him at that time, in order to cover his eyes, he lowered his head even more deeply, and pursed his lips tightly.

——just like now.

"Don't say that you want to leave." Bai Liu stroked the hair on Tavel's forehead, leaned over, and said with a smile as if complaining, "While showing this expression that is more reluctant to leave than me. .”

Ten years ago, Bai Liu said: [You don’t have to pretend like this in the future. In essence, you are the only one I talk to, and only you will really listen to every word I say. 】

[So no matter who I talk to, I'm actually talking to you, and I will always look into your eyes and talk. 】

【I don't think you're scary. 】

Ten years later, Bai Liu said: "I will no longer be afraid of your death. In essence, death is the most terrible thing for human beings."

"And you won't die, no matter who gave you that, god or devil, whether other people think you're a monster god or something - to me, you're just Scheta, I think It's good that you're alive."

"I don't think you're scary."

Bai Liu paused for a moment, and then continued to speak calmly: "The poison is the dried rose leaves grown from your body, and the antidote is the blood ganoderma lucidum poured out of your blood, isn't it?"

When he saw that the diary was related to the orphanage, Bai Liu realized what understanding medicine was.

The explanation of the function of the item Blood Ganoderma is that it can stop all negative buffs. This negative buff is likely to include the addictive state caused by dry leaf roses, and it just so happens that the factory manager is a god statue purchased from a welfare institution—it is very likely that the tower The body of Weier also buried the mother of the blood ganoderma.

It's just that because of being dismembered, it can't form well-connected blood vessels and organs, so there is no way to generate blood that can water the blood ganoderma.

The factory manager should also know this, but he has completely lost control.

Compared with the [antidote] that can save himself, the [poison] that is obviously more concentrated and more addictive to him - rose perfume is more attractive to him.

He couldn't stop his desire for rose perfume, let alone put the core production tool (heart) back into Tavel's chest, allowing Tavel to become a blood supply machine to produce blood ganoderma to save himself, which also completely destroyed him.

The principle of this game is also the same - after prying into the core secrets of the operation of the entire rose factory, there are two paths in front of the player.

One is to continue to use the dismembered Tavel to breed dry leaf roses and produce rose perfume.

One is to absorb Tavel's blood, like the investors in the third copy, let the thorny chain of blood ganoderma grow through Tavel's body, and continuously grow blood ganoderma that can save everyone.

Dry-leaf roses have no thorns, and the smooth rhizomes with withered leaves just complement the prickly, rose-like shrub branches of blood ganoderma—these two plants were originally designed as a pair that complements each other and restrains each other.

"Are you running away?" Tavel stared at Bai Liu, "Because you don't want to choose either."

"But there is no way to do it—you should be clear that from the design of this game, you can only choose from these two paths."

"That person is forcing you to make a choice - to save the world by torturing me, or to make me feel better by letting the world suffer."

Bai Liu knew.

The moment he stepped into this game, he knew it - so he has been avoiding the game.

——Someone is torturing Tavel, forcing him to return to Bailiu.

The author has something to say:

The poem Ta read is the original text of the Shakespeare sonnets quoted in the previous chapter!very beautiful!