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Decided to change the subject, ready to speak: "Say this..."

"You can actually find thousands of these words in various music weekly magazines or magazines!"

Finn took a big step forward and happened to stand in front of Fu Zexuan. His clear eyes, which were as blue as the clear sky, firmly incorporated Fu Zexuan's surprised appearance.

The timid rabbit originally only dared to take a step out of the nest, but because of a nameless grass uprooted in the wind, it poked its head out, hastily exposing the nest.

"But my reason is just "worth liking"... The feeling of music is real, it goes straight to my heart, it is a treasure that I fell in love with at the first sight, and it is guarded with the emotions that are constantly growing in my heart! "

After saying this, Finn's face turned red, and he was very embarrassed.

But Fu Zexuan didn't notice his embarrassing expression for a while.

It was just because of this statement that Fu Zexuan was even more puzzled. He looked deeply into Finn's eyes, trying to find more clues, but only read the pure and pure love in the shining eyes.

He couldn't describe it, it was like the one-in-a-million joy that Finn said, and it was like... the empathy of a bosom friend.

This shouldn't be the case, Fu Zexuan thought, his music should be an empty frame of notes piled up, where does the so-called "emotion that hits one hit" come from, and where can there be empathy?

"Well, thank you." Fu Zexuan subconsciously avoided the question, and said stiffly, "We've been wandering around the streets for so long, and we haven't decided on our destination yet."

After finishing expressing his heartfelt love to his idol with a blushing face, Fei En suddenly realized his sincerity and frankness, and was annoyed in his heart. He couldn't hear what Fu Zexuan said, and said in a daze, "What?"

"Go get your suit and find somewhere to have dinner."

"Okay, okay." Seeing Fu Zexuan's inexplicable turning back, Fein asked in confusion, "Is there any question?"

"It's nothing, let's go."

Fu Zexuan shook off the inexplicable sense of prying eyes that appeared again, looking up at the dazzling light board, he rejoined the crowd with Finn in a cold heart.

Due to the congestion in the middle of the road, he had to stay in the traffic flow at the same place. On a black car not far from where the two stopped just now, the dark light in a pair of sharp eyes that narrowed slightly retracted, and disappeared behind the window as the car window rose. .

The man in the driver's seat rested his right hand on the steering wheel. After looking away, he looked at the communicator in his hand with the Wech interface on.

His fingers brushed over the words "Bai Lin of D Country", seemingly inadvertently brushing against the all-black head of the other party. The man bent his mouth in satisfaction, and threw the communicator casually onto the passenger seat with his hands.

The palm was placed on the steering wheel again, and the middle finger tapped slowly and lightly on the curved wheel again and again. The man's eyes were loose, unable to dissolve the dark clouds stained with thick ink.

The engine ready to go, like a man waiting for an opportunity in the driver's seat, is determined to tear through the crowds of people who are obstructing, and his eyes are crushed and crushed on the figure that has repeatedly escaped.

Want to collide, but can't bear to collide.

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Feeney's body is probably an ellipsis horn, and he likes to mention the titles "Little Sparrow" and "Little White Rabbit".

When I was writing the last two paragraphs, my mind was full of conflicts, and it was logical that the next chapter will be announced: Fu Zexuan? Dangerous;

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102. He and His Dreamland ([-])

He, too, melted in the warm sun.

The New Year's concert of the Bailin Philharmonic Orchestra sparked a discussion in the Wech exchange circle as early as half a year ago.

The two gimmicks released by the insider alone are enough for classical music fans to flock to it.

One is Glenn Wu's debut in the Bailin Philharmonic Orchestra.As the most influential and courageous conductor in the past hundred years of the New Earth, Glern has attracted the attention of the media and classical circles with his excellent political and management skills.

But this does not mean that his command ability is inferior to other abilities.On the contrary, he is known for his extremely rigorous and exquisite commanding style, yet soft and romantic.

As soon as the news that Glein joined the Bailin Philharmonic Orchestra came out, classical music fans were looking forward to the collision between this famous and powerful orchestra in history and Glein's style. As a result, the tickets for this New Year's concert have long been sold They were in full swing.

But this is not the warm-up climax of this music feast. It is another gimmick that blows up the already boiling circle.

Just two months before the official performance of the concert, the official released a very brief message on the Wech account.

Just a few words: "When G meets D [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture] [Picture]"

The comments and communication circle below exploded directly.

[Xiaoshan Dahe: G is Glenn, as for D... sorry for my ignorance, what other D can there be besides that D! ! 】

[The second one: Anyway, I am crazy (laughing wildly) [laughing wildly] [laughing wildly] (laughing wildly)]

[There is no relationship when I go online: I am not a classical lover, but I love D's songs very much. What is the reason? 】

[Honma yingying: Does this mean that there will be non-classical fans coming to grab tickets with us? 】

[Rare: No one has ever thought that the song D...is a symphony? 】

[You caught my attention: I imagined it!Classic circle white moonlight!and!The cinnabar nevus fit together (kneeling thanks)]

[Jian Keba V: I am a fan of D, and I have already compiled many symphony versions of D's songs in private. 】

[I can't be quiet anymore: LS is surprised to see that he can be domineering! ! 】

[I have a bowl: Keba I love your symphony arrangement! 】

[Sweater player: So has anyone discussed who will edit the symphony version? 】

[However, the sky grabs the ground: Don't you all study the accompanying pictures?And is this an early public selection? 】

[Pairing wine with green tea: You can tell from the picture that there must be little stars, lakes, and forests! The picture of D didn't show it. 】

[Autumn is hot and cool: Is LS a real fan? D said that his name comes from Donnorstag, the fourth song is undoubtedly Thursday. 】

[Follow D: If the third picture hadn't such an obvious forest, I would have guessed that the fifth picture is green. 】

[Handsome since childhood: Is it possible...it's a new song? 】

[Lemon, a flavor: What LS said touched my heart! !Blind guess green? 】

……

The discussion directly made the headlines of Wech that day, and within a few days the official announcement again, that the person in charge of the arrangement was D himself, sparked a more heated discussion.

At that time, the manager was still pulling Fu Zexuan to read in front of Gelern. It was nothing more than a fierce struggle surrounding the question "Can D write a good symphony?" Can you write a symphony? ] "The fit between Glenn and D".

Fu Zexuan threw the sheet music to Glein and said "I'm going to practice", and left the gossip manager who was walking around in high spirits to the cold-faced Glein.

But in any case, under the dual expectations of classical music fans and D music fans, the 468-year Bailin Philharmonic Orchestra New Year Concert finally ushered in the eyes of everyone.

On New Year's Eve on December 12, in the lounge of the Bailin Philharmonic Hall——

The "cracking" sound of pages turning brought more tension in the silent space, and Fu Zexuan was no exception rehearsing the scores in his mind.

Quiet conversations are always inevitable, but they don't bother the musicians who are themselves focused.

After the whole performance, Fu Zexuan's ears started to receive the information from the outside world again, and the word "nervous" appeared quite frequently.

There was still no activity in the Wech account, Fu Zexuan didn't know what it was like.

The careful touch on the back made Fu Zexuan lean forward sensitively, and turned his head to catch a glimpse of Finn who was deliberately sitting behind him lying on the table. He asked in a low voice, "Still nervous?"

Finn's voice sounded muffled because he was lying on his arm: "No, I just want to tell you, Fu, maybe I understand a little bit."

understand what?Fu Zexuan blinked and understood instantly.

When the two had dinner together before, Fein bluntly told Fu Zexuan about his troubles with this year's finale.

"This is the conductor's first show, why did he replace the repertoire and perform the "D" suite as the finale?This is too risky! "

It is true that the suite created by Fu Zexuan is excellent, which directly dispelled the doubts of the musicians about using D's repertoire as one of the selections, but it is too risky to be used as the finale repertoire.

Finn is sure that this first-announced suite will be loved and sought after by classical music fans, but choosing it as the finale may cause too many discordant voices.

Fu Zexuan actually didn't understand that this suite had great significance to him, but others would not know it.

Glein is different, Glein seems to know the significance of this work, showing great fanaticism and interest in this work.

As one of several former Namorans surnamed Wu, Glein was the only one who could appear in his dreams. Fu Zexuan suspected that he was very aware that he was in a dream that would affect his subconscious.

So I promised Fu Zexuan as a musician to complete and perform his own suite. Perhaps in Gelern's mind, the weight of being the finale of the first show was not so great, but it was [-]% sufficient as an excuse to meet Fu Zexuan.

But it is undeniable that he and Fu Zexuan have a common purpose: to dedicate this suite representing creation, loneliness, pain and destruction to the new earth that just got rid of the SLAF virus this year, and to the world who heard the scene in dreams. and broadcasters.

At least in the global night dream of Youjing Link, erase the last trace left in the subconscious for them, and send the new green comfort into them.

Finn didn't know this, but he remembered Fu Zexuan's phrase "believe the feeling you find in music" that day.

When it comes to socializing, Finn may not be extremely confident;

But when it comes to music, Finn has absolute confidence and sensitivity.

When the suite was first mentioned, Finn had already guessed the selection and form based on the progression of several works of "D", but the final result was not limited to the collection-style suite, but had the characteristics of an antique.

From D, lake, star, forest to ending with fresh green, together with the emotional experience and inspiration Fein gained in these tracks, Fein can't help guessing the significance of this suite to Fu Zexuan these days.

So the number of times he stared at Fu in the past few days even Till couldn't stand it: "The way you stare at him always makes me wonder if he is your boyfriend."

Not a boyfriend, but for a single dog, he has a higher status than a boyfriend. This is an idol who has a miserable life experience and is still confused but still wants to help others!

Of course, this is all just speculation by Finn. Putting away his self-impression, Finn imagined what he could say to his idol at this moment, before the announcement of this suite in the form of a global live broadcast.

He lay down on the table to hide his nervousness, and gently told Fu that he had something to say with the holder of a pen.Staring at the incompletely turned graceful side jaw line, Finn knew that there would be pure doubts in those eyes, which would not be seen.

But he believed that the depths of the seal of indifference must have covered the softest and most fragile part with layers of thorns as expressed in the song, and it did not sink into the lava and burn out because of the scars, but was buried in ashes everywhere. Wrapped in a dusty shell, it still hasn't broken after all kinds of tempering.

Finn didn't know who could see when the shell shattered.He is just a lucky listener who can tell this story with his idol as a musician.

Although it was a bit heavy, Finn knew that he could not speak any reason and pour out in the end.

"So, Fu, what I want to say is... Come on."

There will be such a person who tolerates all your thorns, desperate to open your heart that has been riddled with holes, vowing to probe inside, and teach you the softest you to show him.

"I'll play well, tonight's story, and I hope you will too."

Of course Fu Zexuan is, he is more familiar with it than anyone else, and he values ​​this work more than anyone else.

"thanks, I will."

The dazzling lights on the stage dazzled in the eyes, but it was dark below the stage, and it was impossible to see clearly, and naturally I couldn't find it. I couldn't confirm whether there was a familiar person.

Fu Zexuan was not used to such a scene.The only experience of being bathed in the light is waking up on the operating table, wrapped in the operating light, and still as if frozen.

Since then, he has watched the light in the dark.

The whispers in the audience made Fu Zexuan's mind tremble slightly. He carefully tuned his voice and set his posture, just waiting for Gelern's baton to be swung.

As everyone expected, this is a feast, from music and dreams, but also from the heart.

Inhale, hold your breath—under the shining white light, the tip of the baton slashed across everyone's hearts, and the rich and layered melody came with a violent momentum.

The real war is interpreted with musical notes, the powerlessness of fighting against SLAF, stubborn resistance even if powerless, the pain of soldiers, the glory of wearing clothes, the pain of returning home, there are sufferings, struggles, dreams, fantasies, and bursting bubbles. Have a will that lasts forever.

They described the wailing and wailing after the gunpowder and the sound of assembly, praised the heroic spirit of returning from victory, sang all the heroic souls who had not yet returned home in the fighting and scrambling, and did not forget the greatness of every weak and weak behind the struggle.

When people are intoxicated by this deep emotional experience, every note affects the ups and downs of the heart, until the prologue, the middle part, and the end come to an end.

Because none of D's music fans expected that Glern would really dare to put D's work in the finale, they thought it was bold enough to guess at the beginning.

Sure enough, the resolute Glenn is more daring, right?This caused an uproar in the hearts of those who watched the live broadcast.

There is joy and surprise, but there are also doubts and distrust.

But when the melody sounded again, everyone was pulled into the pure dream created by D himself.

The fourth day divides day and night, and has light and darkness. It is the beginning of the creation of light and starry night, and it also generates light and evil.

A sinner born in the dark night, he composes the innocence of the stars, the nightmare hidden under the slight waves of the lake, the miracle of the beginning of all things in the early fog of the forest, and walks with the haze that has never been peeled off from the base of the melody.

The notes come to an abrupt end, and the heartbeat thump, thump, thump, between blank breaths.

The solo piano sound tells the darkness, and when it is transferred to the main performance of the violin, the new green is born, it is no longer the master of darkness, and miracles are created. Then shake off the sludge, and in the accompanying orchestral music, the melody turns into violent wind and rain, joy, anger, sorrow and joy, which encourages the seedlings to grow vigorously.

A tree that grows to cover the sky and the moon, with strong branches and falling green leaves, dances wantonly in the singing of the wind. If there are jingling bells and silky piano sounds that seem to be absent, it means the tree is smiling in the wind.

Laughter quietly enters the heart in the wind, planting new fruits, hoping to be reborn.

The new green at the end is not a classical melody, but a modern vibrancy and affection, but it is enough to capture everyone's heart.

Unconsciously, the corners of the mouths of the performer and the listener are slightly raised, raising the revived fresh green.

In the gentle sound of the piano, the turbulent year and the dusty dream order came to an end.

The old melody is replaced by a new light, the starlight, the bottom of the lake, and the forest are not only full of resolute past, no longer a one-word decision, but also a lingering new performance, in the shallow singing of the human voice, in the cruising reflected in the eyes In the sun, in the burning fire of the heart that burns eagerly.

The flames were gradually extinguished, and the enthusiasm was soaring, falling on the endless applause and encore.

Naturally, there was no encore. No matter how enthusiastic the applause was, the orchestra never appeared after entering the waiting room.

What was left to everyone was a swollen heart, and the barrage and communication circle that had been quiet during the concert burst instantly.

[Tangled: I'm fine, I'm crazy (smile)]

[I am in the center of the earth V: I was not crazy before, but now I am crazy (after the ball)]

[I really cried: the left side is my current state, this is too good to cry [crying] [crying] (crying)]

[I'm leaving now: You can always trust D!You can always trust Glenn!How can this!what!good!listen! 】

[Don't cry, the makeup is all over: Kneel, are D and Glenn so suitable?What else can be black?Hot booking for tonight. 】

[Dejin: I'm different from everyone else. I've been staring at the black-haired Asian guy in the cello group the whole time. He's really beautiful (anthropomorphic eyes)]

[Squat on the wall: Asian brother, don't go!Although there are other handsome guys, are the chief cellist Finn and the new Asian brother really great? 】

[Too lazy to name: I am the cello in the hands of my little brother, please play with me wantonly! 】

[Enough is enough, it's almost gone: I'm different, I'm the cellist sitting between the two of them, I'm beautiful on the left and healthy on the right, and I take off on the spot. 】

[What are you doing looking at my name: LS words of tiger and wolf, thank you for the invitation, I was shaking on my little brother's eyelashes the whole time, and I was smoked by his cold temperament all night. 】

[Staying: New conductor, new cellist, D new piece, blind guessing and a new repertoire reservation, tonight it's complete. 】

This night, the Bailin Philharmonic Orchestra went straight out of the circle, and the entry of #格莱恩D##D团集##百林基乐乐集团萨琴手##On Cellist’s Face Value Can How High# quietly climbed into the trending entries.

Various discussions emerged in Wech's questions [On the possibility of the repertoire on the D suite] [Talking about the tension under Glern's command tonight]

[Question: Did you taste anything from Suite D? 】【Does anyone know the background of the black-haired rookie in the cello group tonight?I have my eye on him. 】

And what about "D" himself who has been cueed many times because of the new suite and his appearance?

In the late night when the lights were fading, Fu Zexuan had already declined the orchestra's dinner invitation early, and had already sat in this long corridor leading to the back door for a long time.

how long?It might last for several hours, but Fu Zexuan didn't pay attention.

The corridor was dark, Fu Zexuan leaned against the wall behind the bench, his gaze followed the falling snowflakes outside the corridor, which seemed to have crystal light in the moonlight.

The extinguished communicator also did not light up, which means that the message he sent hesitantly after the concert has not yet been answered.

See it and don't want to reply?

That's right, Yu Hengyun has already taken so many steps towards himself, and if he retreats again and again, even being taken away by his subconscious under such circumstances, don't think too much about it.

So what are you still sitting here looking forward to?Fu Zexuan asked himself.

The answer is that he doesn't know either, if the weather in the dream is changing according to his mood, the current heavy snow should be the best portrayal.

As long as Yu Hengyun thinks about it, he can find himself, just like before when he could turn into a cat and follow him by his side.

Maybe the crux of the problem is not Yu Hengyun, maybe he didn't make this news clear enough...

There could be countless reasons why Yu Hengyun didn't reply or show up, but they couldn't change the essence of the facts.

Yu Hengyun didn't come, and he didn't hear the song he wanted to give Yu Hengyun.

Fu Zexuan looked down at the communicator, put away the still dark communicator, folded the open black woolen coat, and wrapped himself gently.

For a moment he felt a little cold, different from the cold in the orphanage where he couldn't warm up even if he was wrapped tightly in a summer quilt, it was more like retreating into the corner of the room after leaving Wei Donghai's room, the damp and cold in pain .

Maybe he should have left long ago, how could he have any way out?

During the long process of arranging the dream, he has traveled abroad in China. He escaped from the dream countless times in a daze, unable to distinguish the boundary between reality and dream. You Jing helped him restrain other delusions, but he couldn't control his body to stop it. His self-harm.

The emotion of murdering himself always hooked his empathy, and he couldn't help thinking that if he disappeared, maybe the virus' effect might stop there?

At this time, You Jinghui was patient and said to him over and over again: "If you disappear, the virus will only become more rampant, and it still cannot be solved."

In You Jing's words, Fu Zexuan faintly felt the hidden truth. Since only he successfully carried the virus matrix in the experiment, he could only end it by himself.

In order to live until that time, he tried to control those emotions, tried to separate the boundary between dreams and reality, but woke up again and again in a state of being on the verge of death.

When he regained consciousness, he may have just choked out the water by the side of the bathtub or the seaside for a long time;

During that time, he had been living in an uneasy way. After Xu Han discovered his suicidal tendencies, he tried his best to guide him out as a friend.

But Xu Han's ordinary psychological counseling methods are useless, which does not apply to Fu Zexuan's situation at all.

It's just that he didn't want to disappoint Xu Han's good intentions, and finally solved the problem with the help of You Jing and restraint.

But Fu Zexuan would continue to immerse himself in the icy coldness of dying in his dreams. It was the deep sea without people, and he fell several times.

At the end, there is only an endless dark abyss and an extremely familiar feeling of suffocation.

No one rescued him, so he fell slowly.

... No, there are.

The untouchable distant twilight has always been unable to penetrate the deep sea, but he has seen figures swaying in the twilight twice.

Who is that?Fu Zexuan thought, he would know that it was the Chuyang he was looking for, and it fell into the deep sea, and the man stretched out his hand against the light.

Before he fell into the abyss, he opened his eyes in the darkness, and a big hand with distinct bones was stretched out in front of him.

Fu Zexuan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he moved his gaze up along the direction of his arms in disbelief, until at the end he raised his head.

The same dark-colored coat, along the sleeves of the close-fitting sleeves, is a light-colored woolen scarf around the neck, and moved up to the chin, lips, nose, and the most familiar eyes that he had carefully examined on the bed before.

The look in his eyes was extremely gentle, Fu Zexuan had never seen such an extreme look in a man's eyes, soft but sad.

It was not the pity of the gods who cherished the people, but the cherished restraint that he put on his heart and could not bear to hurt, swallowing his extremely fragile sight inch by inch, and he was defeated.

His vision was a little blurry, Fu Zexuan blinked to suppress the soreness of his nose, and hurriedly retracted his gaze to withdraw the unshed tears.

Feeling that he had restrained himself, he looked at the gentle eyes that had restrained all his sharpness again, and his nose was sore again, so he could only slightly frowned and took a breath, but saw the eyes of the standing straight man move slightly, and his eyes became hot .

He was a little overwhelmed, moved his mouth, tried to imitate Xu Han's smile in his memory and evoked a beautiful comforting expression, and even gave up restraint in his slightly trembling voice: "You are here."

Yu Hengyun didn't speak, his eyes moved down and then back again. Fu Zexuan looked at the place where he was gesturing to him - it was Yu Hengyun's hand stretched out on his chest.

Staring at his broad palm, Fu Zexuan moved his fingers, wanting to think, but his mind was full of surprise and joy.

His casual glances, serious and steady face, the momentum and expression when he made a serious statement, the confident corners of his mouth, the kiss that tested his mood that night, the comforting hug, the gnawing between his lips, the fragile confession...

Scenes flashed by, as if recalling a lot in an instant, but in fact, my mind was blank, and I occasionally touched a picture of getting along with him, intertwined with the softness in front of me.

Formed the most unique Yu Hengyun in his memory.

This seemed to be a space where time was slowed down. Fu Zexuan raised his hand and trembled unconsciously. He felt that he was stretching his hand forward forcefully, but in his eyes it seemed that he had only moved a decimeter away.

He raised his fingers, relaxed, raised them again, and relaxed again, watching his hand finally reach out to the broad and strong right hand, before he put it down, his wrist was caught back into the warm palm, his eyes went black , he stumbled into a familiar embrace.

He only heard Yu Hengyun's melodious and deep voice resounding in his left ear, and the air he exhaled made his ears itch: "How do you know to use your left hand, so you want to be hugged by me so much?"

Fu Zexuan trembled, his ears were so hot that he felt the heat and energy from his left wrist slowly slipping to his palm, and he trembled again, the force rubbed against the muscle at the base of his thumb. He kneaded and kneaded, and sometimes his nails brushed lightly, making his heart skip a beat.

In the end, the hot palm wrapped around his smaller palm, and the knuckles slid into the finger webs, clasping his hand forcefully, the scalding heat fell into the palm, and flowed back to his heart along with the scalding blood.

The lips next to his ear pressed against his ear to give an explanation, a little aggrieved, but he still did not forget to stimulate Fu Zexuan's out-of-control heart——

"I've always been here. It's you, it's you who finally found me, Fu Zexuan."

It's not a love story, but it's better than a love story.Fu Zexuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he smelled the coldness of snowflakes, but was melted by the hotter warm sun.

He, too, melted in the warm sun.

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The next chapter ends the final dream, and a few more chapters end.

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103. He and His Dreamland ([-])

There is a person who tries to sink, rise and fall with him until he escapes.

He put the person in his arms into the co-pilot, leaned over to pull the seat belt, and got close to the young man's face.

After fastening the seat belt carefully, Yu Hengyun's heart was full of tenderness, without any flirtatious thoughts, he stroked the young man's still reddish eyes with the pulp of his thumb, and closed the car door gently.

Light up the car from the main seat, and after confirming the status of the heater, Yu Hengyun gently closed the door, stepped on the snow, took out a cigarette from his arms and put it in his mouth.

At the end of the year, the snow fluttered and fluttered down on him. Yu Hengyun leaned back on the car later, covered the cigarette butt and lit the cigarette. The creepy buildings add a bit of mystery.

After exhaling the smoke, he paced to the smoke extinguishing place to extinguish the cigarette, turned around and took a gust of wind, and then returned to the car and got into the driver's seat. Under the dim headlights, Fu Zexuan fell asleep unconsciously with his head tilted to the car window .

Yu Hengyun has never seen him in such a defenseless posture. Even in sleep before, he was tense, always looking like he would wake up in the next second.

After the soft mood passed, he caught a glimpse of the temporary pillow behind Fu Zexuan's neck, and Yu Hengyun stretched out his hand to adjust it, then reluctantly stroked the young man's temples, and pinned the broken hair behind his ears.

He stared intently at the peaceful sleeping face of the young man. If it weren't for the light breathing of the two, it would almost make people think that they were both frozen statues.

After a while, he raised his hand to turn off the light, the world in front of the car became brighter, the snow persevered and fell on the car window, just like Yu Hengyun's divergent thoughts, in the darkness, he opened his lips slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

—At least, nothing happened.

And about the fact that after pulling the person on the tip of his heart into his arms and interlocking his fingers, he didn't speak for a long time, he just wanted to feel the breath of youth, and finally found that the person in his arms had passed out, Yu Hengyun was already thinking "Sure enough It's like this again" numbness.

After using the dream to escape, finding no trace of Fu Zexuan in the dream, and confessing his confession after finding it and then disappearing suddenly, Yu Hengyun finally faced the obstacle of this dream again - fainted.

After Fu Zexuan disappeared from his eyes, Yu Hengyun was indeed annoyed for a while, but he did not lose his mind, but seriously thought about the status quo of this dream.

Before sharing the dream with Fu Zexuan, he knew very well that Fu Zexuan was in a dream, but why did this dream allow Yu Hengyun's thoughts to change?

So this dream is not as simple as Yu Hengyun imagined, the deep mechanism must be controlled by You Jing or Fu Zexuan himself.

The mechanism of awakening has not been fully understood yet, but through the communication with An Bian in the past six months, Yu Hengyun also has a different view on the cognition in the dream.

Before he met Fu Zexuan, he entered Fu Zexuan's dream with his memory, and found that Fu Zexuan was active in the dream as an awakener, so he naturally thought that these were all fake, just a dream.

But when one client after another appeared, most of the people involved were related to him, and he gradually began to doubt the reality of this dream.

Of course, the second half of the dream was chaotic, he didn't even have time to think about the dream, he was involved in it and couldn't help himself.

It wasn't until he cooperated with You Jing that he obtained the truth and Fu Zexuan's memory that Yu Hengyun understood the essence of this dream.

Naturally, he also realized that the person who fell asleep in Fu Zexuan's dream also fell into a deep sleep in reality.

At that time, the source data had been given to Anbian for some time, and the research was still difficult to make progress, and Anbian was also very depressed.

After Yu Hengyun told An Bian about this, An Bian buried himself in the laboratory for a few days, turned around and told him with bright eyes that he probably figured out the mechanism of action of the SLAF virus.

Using the human brain to simulate the operation of a computer, a simple chip can simulate such an environment in Fu Zexuan's brain.

"The conditions are very harsh. The current experiment should only be successful in Fu Zexuan's brain."

When Fu Zexuan was old enough to tolerate surgery, Wu Zele did not hesitate to put the chip into his brain.

Why is Wu Zele so sure that the experiment will be successful on Fu Zexuan?No one has figured this out.

He and An Bian once had a conversation about the mechanism of the SLAF virus and the generation of awakeners——

An Bian: "In short, for example, this is like making a game that is completely simulated in the brain, because all the data of the game is linked to Fu Zexuan's brain nerves, and the SLAF virus-infected people as the sub-nerves are affected. , when the setting is reasonable and the conditions are met, these people fall into a deep sleep, and the feedback also shows a deep sleep in the dream."

"You said the conditions were met."

"Of course, this is the reason why the SLAF virus fell into a deep sleep after being infected. The condition should be obsession or desire, I guess."

"In short, since it is the awakening behavior made by the mother's body in its own environment, the reflection in reality is that these people all wake up inexplicably.

But the emergence of the Awakener is still a mystery, I don't understand why they were able to release the control of the matrix in the first place. "

Yu Hengyun guessed: "What if it is with the mother's permission?"

This involves Wu Zele's different experimental groups before and after Fu Zexuan's operation.

Yu Hengyun could see it very clearly in Fu Zexuan's memory.The experimental group before Fu Zexuan's operation was orphans who were secretly traded from other orphanages, "Jing Chi."—that is, Xue Chijing, was also one of them.

According to the reports that Fu Zexuan had read, after investigation, Yu Hengyun found that most of them became awakeners in the end. These people may have undergone the same operation as Fu Zexuan but failed in the end.

As for the last batch of experimental products after Fu Zexuan's operation, Fu Zexuan's memory is very clear, excluding the "zero" experimental product, a total of 99 experimental samples, including Yu Shunuo, are all children of rich families who started out. Many of the people have become sleepers.

Yu Hengyun guessed that these 99 people should be the source of infection of the SLAF virus.

But no matter how much you know about these, it may be useful to decipher the string of source data of the SLAF virus, but it cannot be applied to the dream that Yu Hengyun is currently experiencing.

What he can use are the few words that Fu Zexuan mentioned to him in the previous dreams.

Only now did Yu Hengyun know that all the interpretations of dreams that Fu Zexuan said must be correct.

Fu Zexuan never thought of cheating, but used the half-concealed truth to guide him to the end of the dungeon, and then acted as the boss himself to hand over the merits to the hero.

Thinking very rigidly, Yu Hengyun guessed that this must be the pattern Fu Zexuan found from the database given by You Jing, and it couldn't be more fake.

However, if Fu Zexuan proceeds as Fu Zexuan originally envisioned, if he really loses his memory, the ending is more like fooling them, and Yu Hengyun will not remember it.

So there's no need to act like that, really?

Yu Hengyun wanted to laugh a little. According to the assumption, after You Jing helped Fu Zexuan, You Jing went into hiding and Fu Zexuan stayed in his dream.

At first, when Yu Hengyun was discussing with You Jing, he thought self-righteously that by overcoming the source data of the virus and cutting off the connection between the mother body and the daughter body, and then taking out the chip as the mother body, Fu Zexuan could also wake up from the dream.

But after the chip was taken out, Fu Zexuan still didn't wake up, so he believed that You