The Price of Rebirth [System]

Zhang Chongji finally decided to leave Yuan Yuan's apartment. He wrote a note to Yuan Yuan and went out wearing a mask.

Because he was afraid that there would be paparazzi guarding him outside, he quietly went out at around one o'clock in the middle of the night. The two of them were not sleeping in the same bedroom, so it would be difficult for him to notice that the other party was fast asleep when he went out.

There were no buses on the road in the middle of the night. Zhang Chongji came to an intersection and wanted to reach out to hail a taxi, but suddenly stopped.

Where can he go?Go home... But that's just Wu Jing's home...

Zhang Chongji looked at the dark night, with the dim street lights shining on the ground, but it was still difficult to see the road in front of him clearly.

A kind of sour loneliness welled up in his heart, Zhang Chong didn't know what was wrong with him, he sat blankly by the roadside with his head leaning against the lamppost, staring at the dark sky in a daze.

How did he die in the first place... Thinking about it carefully, it seems that he was pushed down the building. I don’t know if it’s because the previous memory is too long or because he didn’t take it to heart, but Zhang Chongji still can’t remember at this time. Why did he make an appointment to the roof of the building, and how could he allow the other party to push him off the roof.

The wind in the middle of the night was a bit cold, and Zhang Chongji had very little on. He rubbed his arms tightly and sighed.

It's not a good feeling to be alone with the whole world.

Zhang Chongji somehow remembered the overlapping face in his mind before, grabbed the hem of his clothes but didn't scream again.

It wasn't Yuan Ke, nor Yuan Cheng. Two similar faces overlapped to form a strange face.

The reason why he screamed uncontrollably was because Zhang Chongji realized that he was very familiar with this face. A man who had never met him before knew every expression of him. How is it, what is it like when he is angry, a name in his heart is almost ready to be pronounced, as if it is stuck in his throat, he can't say it, and he can't remember it.

Who is it, who is it?

Zhang Chongji murmured and lowered his head, closing his eyes.

[Ding——system task 3: protect Fu Jun and make him happy to end his life. Execution failed, and the overall task time was shortened to 1 year]

Zhang Chongji's body was a little stiff, and he raised his head in disbelief, as if the notification sound that sounded in his mind just now was just a hallucination.

"Failed...Fu Jun?"

No, no... He obviously hasn't done anything yet.

Zhang Chongji muttered and stood up, but almost tripped over the steps and fell to the ground.

[Ding——The existence of the target character "Fu Jun" is being erased, the progress is 10%... 40%...]

erase?Why erase?

For some reason, Zhang Chongji felt more and more panic in his heart. He even felt a sense of suffocation in his chest. It was difficult to breathe and he could only gasp.

"It's a lie... a lie..."

Zhang Chongji stood up unsteadily, then stumbled towards the dark direction.

……

"Zhang Chongji, are you here to play basketball?"

"What, the skin is itchy again?"

"Ha, I learned a few tricks from Lao Hei yesterday, come on!"

……

"Hey, are you going on an outing tomorrow?"

"No, I want to sleep."

"Chongji, you are so foolish all day long, can your parents bear you?"

……

He wants to find Fu Jun, he can't disappear, he can't!

The memories in his mind flashed fragmentary, and Zhang Chongji held back his tears and ran into the darkness. He didn't know what he was afraid of, and he didn't know what the obsession in his heart was. That stubborn boy slowly disappeared from this world.

Zhang Chongji didn't know how long he had been running. When his legs were exhausted, he looked at the open space in front of him and knelt down slowly.

"madman……"

He murmured lying on the ground, choked up.

Fu Jun's house was already empty, as if there had never been a house in this place, the whole land was clean and tidy.

Zhang Chongji felt that he was going to be driven crazy by the system's tasks.

"I won't do it... I don't want to do the task..."

Zhang Chongji shook his head and stood up, looking at the empty space in front of him and slowly receding, his mind was in chaos.

Is he doing something wrong?Or do you know his evasive thoughts of not wanting to continue the mission?

The whole thing was developing in a weird way. Zhang Zhongji felt that everything in front of him was like a dream, but he clearly realized that everything was so real.

Fu Jun... just disappeared...

He admitted that since he came into contact with the Yuan brothers, he paid the least attention to Fu Jun himself, and even after falling in love with Yuan Cheng, he didn't pay attention to the third task at all. Knowing the situation, I feel that I have been played around.

Fu Jun disappeared, does this mean...Yuan Cheng and the others will also...

Zhang Chongji didn't dare to think about it, but he felt like his whole body was soaked in cold water just by making this guess. I don't know if it was because the blow was too big. , until at last it was dark and he passed out.

When his consciousness gradually became clear, Zhang Chongji found that his whole body was bound so that he could not move. He opened his eyes and looked over in a daze, and vaguely saw a figure sitting in front of him.

"Yuan...jun?" Opened his mouth, Zhang Chongji realized that his voice was so dry, as if he hadn't drank water for many days, it was hoarse and unpleasant, but the figure in front of him gradually became clear, and the familiar face made him murmur out loud, "Why do you..."

Soon, Zhang Chongji noticed that his body was abnormal, he was weak all over, his hands were tied behind the chair, and the rough ropes made his wrists burn and hurt.

"Yuan Jun... what's going on here." Zhang Chongji frowned, and subconsciously looked at the person opposite, but saw the corners of his lips curled up strangely.

"Wu Jing," Zhang Chongji heard him call his name softly, different from the shyness in the past, and the gloomy expression at this moment seemed a little scary to him, "Do you know that you are afraid?"

"What are you afraid of—"

Zhang Chongji paused, his eyes stared straight at Yuan Jun walking over as if nothing had happened, the things in his hands glowed coldly.

[Ding——The blackening value of the target character "Yuan Jun" exceeds the normal value, please pay attention to the host, please pay attention to the host! 】

Zhang Chongji opened his eyes slightly, and when he saw what he was holding in his hand, there was a cold sweat behind his back—it was a seemingly sharp knife, which was full of danger, but was played leisurely by the other party.

"Is it pleasant to play with them in the palm of your hand?"

"what are you talking about……"

Only then did Zhang Chongji realize that the environment he was in seemed to be a closed space, with white walls everywhere, which was very dazzling.

"Come on, tell me," Yuan Jun squinted his eyes and stood in front of him, the cold blade pressed against his chin, making Zhang Zhongji swallow a mouthful of saliva subconsciously, "Are you really emotional for them...?"

"I do not know what you're talking about……"

Zhang Chongji's head is swollen. Since the incident of Fu Jun's disappearance just now, his mind has been in a state of confusion, and he has no way to think at all. Rather than saying that everything is inexplicable to him now, it is better to say that he is in a dream. Feel unrealistic.

Why did he appear in this place, and why did Yuan Jun appear in front of him? Zhang Chongji couldn't get a reasonable explanation for all this.

"Why can't you look me in the face?" Yuan Jun ignored his reaction, his soft voice was like a dandelion blowing away, "Why can't you love me?"

"Yuan, Yuan Jun..." The cold blade rubbed against his chin, and Zhang Zhong felt his lips trembling slightly. He dared not look up, "Calm down."

"You can be so cruel when you are tempted?" Yuan Jun patted his cheek with a blade, and the tip of the blade seemed to accidentally scrape his side face. Zhang Zhongji felt a tingling pain and at the same time, warm liquid flowed along the line of his jawbone Come down, "What the hell are you thinking, huh?"

"Yuan Jun," Zhang Chongji said with a pale face, not daring to struggle anymore, trying to keep his face away from the blade, "put down the knife, let's have a good talk..."

Yuan Jun just laughed softly, his eyes flickered with a strange light, he gently approached Zhang Chongji's ear, and murmured a few words.

"You know how stupid you are to do this, do you know how long he has been waiting for you..."

Yuan Jun's voice became softer and softer, as if slowly dissipating in the air. When he finally uttered the name, Zhang Chongji's pupils widened, and his heartbeat almost stopped suddenly at that second.

"Yuan..."

Zhang Chongji followed Yuan Juan and murmured a certain name blankly with dilated pupils, the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

……

"Zhang Chongji, be my man."

"Zhang Chongji, don't hate yourself if you hate me."

"Zhang Chongji..."

"Zhang Chongji..."

……

A large piece of memory rushed into his mind like collapsed data. Zhang Zhongji wanted to shout out of control, but found that he couldn't make any sound.

In a trance, the man who had appeared many times in the dream stood not far away and looked at him, the corners of his lips were curved gently, but every call made Zhang Chongji feel sad and wanted to cry.

The face that was forgotten at first sight slowly emerged in front of his eyes, exactly the same as the overlapping face in his mind before.

Repeatedly, is it a dream or reality?

When Zhang Chongji woke up from the bed, he stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling as if he was dehydrated and weak. He lay limp on the bed, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

He slowly stretched out his hand, slowly clenched it into a fist and then stretched out his palm.

So realistic, so realistic that he didn't even realize that this was a dream.

After lying on the bed for a while, Zhang Chongji slowly sat up, he didn't care where he was now, anyway, after he saw clearly, all of this was not important anymore.

He walked into the bathroom in the room, turned on the hot water in the bathtub, and watched the hot water slowly fill the bathtub and even slowly overflow.

Zhang Chongji laughed lowly, his voice was very soft, but it became a small echo in the empty bathroom, echoing between several porcelain walls.

Regardless of the tingling sensation of the water temperature, he put his ankles in, and then slowly stepped into the bathtub, lying flat and looking above his eyes.

Some fragmentary memories in his mind gradually took shape and became clearer and clearer. Zhang Chongji no longer resisted, but slowly closed his eyes.

His entire body was floating in the water in the bathtub, his outstretched arm moved, a red line appeared strangely on his wrist, and then blood beads oozed out, until finally, it was as if he had been cut open There was a hole, and bright red blood kept flowing out of the hole, dripping on the ground, like a meandering river of blood.

Zhang Chongji stared blankly at the top, the arc of his lips was real and gentle.

You have waited for so long, so long, how can I be willing to make you sad again.

……

Birds and flowers are fragrant, and the crisp birdsong is pleasing to the eye. The man is leaning against the window, holding a cigarette with one hand. The pale white smoke is lingering in the air, and the man's expression cannot be seen clearly.

"Why are you in a daze here again?" The doctor in a white coat pushed the mirror frame and patted him on the shoulder, "Where's the master?"

The man turned around, his handsome face was suffocating, familiar yet a little strange, he pursed his lips and raised his hand holding the cigarette: "Sorry, I couldn't help smoking another one. Master, he..."

The man's tone paused, and his tone seemed a little lost. He looked up at the blue sky outside the window and said lightly.

"Perhaps he has given up too."

The doctor was choked by his words, sighed lightly, shook his head and said nothing.

"Okay, don't talk anymore, I'm going in, I just smoked a cigarette when I came out." The man hooked the corners of his lips disapprovingly, as if he had thought of something, the firm lines on his face were soft, "There are a lot of announcements today. Didn't have a good chat with him."

The doctor watched him hastily stamped out the cigarette, walked over with one hand in his trouser pocket, and pushed open the familiar white glass door belonging to the ward.

I don't know whether it's moved or sighed, the doctor looked at his back, looked at his straight back pretending to be strong, always felt a little sore in the corners of his eyes.

Waiting...for eight years, for eight full years...if that person doesn't...I'm afraid...even that man will soon be unable to hold on.

Pushing the door open as always, he was ready for that person's favorite smile, and his expression froze when he raised his eyes.

"...heavy... self..."

Moving his lips, he couldn't utter a complete sentence at all. He stared blankly at the person on the hospital bed, his whole body trembling slightly.

The person on the bed slowly turned his head to look at him, the warm sunlight behind him shone on him, making the smile on his mouth even more gentle.

He saw that he opened his lips and spoke softly, but he could hear him clearly.

He said, "Wait a long time, I'm back..."