After the black moonlight washed the white, all the crematoriums [Transmigration Book]

After speaking, Lan Yichuan turned around and left without saying a word.

His back was tall and slender, and he quickly blended into the night.

Lin Xingcheng looked at it for a while, then turned and walked in another direction.

After leaving the night market, he didn't go home, but went to his former school.

The system asked curiously, "Why do you go back to school in the middle of the night?"

There is a big locust tree outside the school gate.

There were not many people at night in winter, and the surroundings were dark and silent. The big locust tree stood quietly in the snow, and the almost bare branches and leaves looked a bit inexplicably weird and embarrassing.

After seeing Song Mingran's painting exhibition that day, Lin Xingcheng suddenly thought of this tree.

"Remember that painting called "Possession"?"

The system gasped: "...Could it be that the hole in this tree is the one in the painting?"

Lin Xingcheng: "I guess so."

The tree hole of this locust tree is so large that it can accommodate an adult curled up.When I used to go to school here, many students played in the tree hole, and there were small animals hiding in it when it rained.

Song Mingran also stayed here.

"Then you didn't come to the night market tonight to celebrate its birthday?" The system pointed at Little Moonlight, "Then I'll be comfortable."

Lin Xingcheng: "..."

Why is an AI jealous more professional than humans.

Little Moonlight: "."

Seeing Lin Xingcheng staring at the tree, the system said again: "Sure enough, you still can't let go of the description of that painting. What's the matter? Possession is not acquisition, but replacement. Consciousness is dead or something."

"Hmm." Lin Xingcheng said, "I feel more and more that this dream world is a bit strange. I feel that Song Mingran knows something, but he didn't tell me."

"How to say?"

"The relationship between Song Mingran and his sister Song Mingxin." Lin Xingcheng said, "I remember that before his parents passed away, Song Mingxin didn't often come to our class to look for her younger brother. They had their own classmates and friends at school. Play together. But after his parents passed away, Song Mingxin became very possessive of his younger brother, and even hated me because of it."

The system is puzzled: "You mean..."

"It feels like a different person."

"What does that have to do with this painting... What is it that makes you suspicious?"

"consciousness."

"?"

"From Gu's consciousness bracelet, to the death of consciousness mentioned in "Possession", to the fact that I need to control the consciousness to drive the mecha, and to the fact that I was deprived of my senses in a small black room, and my consciousness will also weaken... Don't you think? Somewhere, is there something that connects all of this in this dream world?"

The system suddenly felt a little bit tingling: "...I, we are a double novel for the heartthrob."

Little Moonlight: "..."

System: "I'm a little out of my mind, let's talk about this tree first, it's just an ordinary tree, it doesn't look like there's anything special about it, why did he draw it in?"

Lin Xingcheng: "What do you think this tree hole can do? Or, what does it look like?"

System: "Of course tree holes are used for tree holes!"

Lin Xingcheng: "...you are awesome."

The system has never failed to disappoint.

Little Moonlight: "Does it look like a passage?"

Lin Xingcheng pondered for a moment, "Where does it lead?"

Little Moonlight didn't speak.

The system thought for a while, and couldn't help but said, "I know!"

"Say."

"You said that the tree hole might be used to make wishes, just like our dream world, maybe there is also a dream world in it. Fuck, isn't this brain hole big? I'm a genius, I should Go write a novel."

Lin Xingcheng raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

"You don't think what I said makes sense, do you?"

"will not."

"..."

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Lin Xingcheng shivered involuntarily.

System: "Why don't you go home first, don't catch a cold. I only ate a few strings of squid silk, it's not worth it."

Lin Xingcheng smiled: "It seems that you still have a grudge about not eating squid. Speaking of which, I'm going to give you AI science a little bit about human food."

"Taste, can be said to be one of the happiest feelings of human beings. There are sweet, sour, bitter, spicy... The spicy ones are particularly exciting. The squid whiskers just now are a little spicy, and the spicy can be divided into spicy, spicy, and mustard. ,curry……"

The system couldn't stand it and yelled: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The corners of Lin Xingcheng's lips curved, "Are you envious?"

Little Moonlight: "I'm not envious."

System: "Children are stubborn! I am an AI that is more advanced than you, and I have never experienced that feeling."

The two AIs were still talking. Lin Xingcheng had squatted down, looked up, down, left, and right at the tree hole, and then reached out to touch it. Finally, he seemed to feel something on the edge.

He took a photo with the communicator and found that it was a line of very inconspicuous letters.

—SYXBSWJJ.

System: "What do you mean? Career lines despise..."

System: "No, no."

System: "Kidney Yang Deficiency Tonifying Kidney Pills are exhausted..."

Lin Xingcheng: "...you are a bit poisonous."

Little Moonlight: "Song Mingxin is not my sister."

System: "Ah... is that so? So this sentence was engraved by Song Mingran? But why did he say that Song Mingxin is not his sister? They are obviously siblings, they look alike!"

Lin Xingcheng pondered for a while, and finally shook his head.

Perhaps only Song Mingran knew about this matter.

……

Early the next morning, someone knocked on Lin Xingcheng's door.

He opened the door and saw a person wearing a beige coat and a khaki scarf around his neck. It was Song Mingran.

Lin Xingcheng was a little surprised, "Why are you here?"

Seeing that the person who opened the door was Lin Xingcheng, Song Mingran thought he had finally found it.

He spent some money to bribe an administrator of the alliance's housing intermediary network system, and found out Lin Xingcheng's house purchase records.

"I want to see you."

Song Ming laughed, took off his cute furry gloves, and stretched his cold red fingertips in front of Lin Xingcheng's eyes, "Brother, look at me, I came here early in the morning, and my hands are red from the cold."

Lin Xingcheng took a look and smiled back: "It seems to be."

Hearing this answer, Song Mingran felt uncomfortable for a moment, a little surprised and a little disappointed.

In the past, Lin Xingcheng was very caring about people, he would tell him to take medicine on time, and he taught him psychology knowledge to enlighten him. He also patiently persuaded him not to go to the doctor... although he didn't appreciate it.

He originally thought that Lin Xingcheng would feel sorry for him if he braved the severe cold so early, but...

"Brother, won't you invite me to sit in?" Song Mingran could only pretend to be natural, and glanced into the room, "I want to see your living environment, maybe I can get some inspiration..."

However, as soon as the words fell, Lin Xingcheng continued: "I am no longer your model."

Straightforward, straightforward, and straight to the point.

Song Mingran's heart was hit again.He pursed his lips, "...Then you come back, go back to the studio, this time I promise I won't let Song Mingxin drive you away again..."

Lin Xingcheng shook his head, "No need, I'm fine now."

Song Mingran stopped talking.

Facing Lin Xingcheng in silence for a moment, he showed his trademark smile again: "Brother, can I go in first and have a glass of warm water?"

Lin Xingcheng thought for a while and agreed, "Come in."

When he got to the house, he poured Song Mingran a glass of warm water and handed it to him.When Song Mingran took it, the corners of his lips curved almost undetectably.

He knew that Lin Xingcheng still cared about him.

However, Song Mingran was about to open his mouth when he heard Lin Xingcheng ask, "It just so happens that you are here, I would like to ask, what is the source of your inspiration for the painting "Possession"?"

Song Mingran's smile disappeared, "You let me in because you want to ask this?"

Lin Xingcheng was noncommittal, and continued to ask: "Why did you draw that painting? Is there any significance? What does the brain in the tree hole represent?"

After hearing this, Song Mingran's mood suddenly became not very good.

"Sometimes I really don't know..." He couldn't help opening his mouth.

How do you feel about me?

Indifferent?Then why did you agree to be a nude model?Why did he stay with him after so much humiliation?Why are you so concerned about him?

love him?But why this look again?

He didn't understand.

Lin Xingcheng looked at him, "If you don't know, don't know."

"Brother, do you want to know those answers," he smiled, "but I can't tell you."

Lin Xingcheng: "."

"Is it related to Song Mingxin?"

"I said, I can't tell you. Unless you go back to my studio, maybe I can consider it." Song Mingran said, leaning forward, trying to hold Lin Xingcheng's hand, showing his usual harmless appearance , "Don't you want to draw with me? I will definitely draw you beautifully..."

However, in the next second his wrist was grabbed by Lin Xingcheng, "Since you are a younger brother, you should respect him a little bit."

Song Mingran hissed in pain, "Why did you change, because of Lan Yichuan?"

Lin Xingcheng: "?"

"Among the four of us, do you like Lan Yichuan the most?" Song Mingran looked at Lin Xingcheng for a moment, and asked bitterly, "You have been the most special to him since you were in school, but I don't think so. What good is it to understand him?"

Lin Xingcheng didn't speak, but frowned slightly.

The more Song Mingran thought about it, the more unwilling he felt. This feeling of being compared to others for no reason should have been silenced for so many years, but now it is easily awakened again.

Thinking about it, a fire of jealousy seemed to ignite in his heart, making him bully him regardless, and pushed Lin Xingcheng down on the sofa.

The elastic sofa shook, and Lin Xingcheng's soft forehead hair hung down, slightly covering his face.

Those lips were slightly pink.

Song Mingran's heart was moved, and he had the idea of ​​kissing him no matter what, and was about to act, but he heard Lin Xingcheng yell "It hurts" softly, then tilted his head, and he passed out.

Song Mingran was startled suddenly, "Brother...Lin Xingcheng!"

However, the other party did not respond at all.

Song Mingran was at a loss for what to do.

After being dazed for a few seconds, Song Mingran saw a bottle of medicine on the coffee table. He quickly poured a glass of water and fed him the medicine. His nervous hands were shaking a little, "You, wake up quickly."

However, after 5 minutes, Lin Xingcheng did not respond.

His fair and handsome face looked a little pale, his eyes were tightly closed, and the long and dense eyelashes drooped down gently, making him look even more fragile and beautiful.

Will he...will never wake up again?

Thinking of this, Song Mingran's heart suddenly tugged.

He knew that Lin Xingcheng had a strange disease, but he never thought that Lin Xingcheng would die.In the past, he even felt that the sick Lin had a kind of sick beauty, and this kind of sick beauty was especially suitable for his painting.

His heart was still tugging, as if something was stabbing him.

Finally, Song Mingran saw that Lin Xingcheng's eyelashes seemed to blink slightly, and he quickly reached out to caress his cheek.

"Brother?" He called out tentatively.

Two seconds later, he heard the other party's weak voice, "Yichuan..."

Hearing these two words, Song Mingran's face instantly became ugly, "...What did brother say?"

Is Lan Yichuan the first person that comes to mind after coma?

"Yichuan...don't bully Mingran."

Song Mingran was startled for a moment.

The author has something to say:

Lin Xingcheng: Non-professional acting skills, just make do with it.