"Love and the Producer" Scum Girl Cultivation Manual

The sunshine in winter is easy to make people drowsy, even though May has slept for a long time.But full of wine and food, and accompanied by beautiful men, Wuyue was a little sleepy again.Just when Wu Yue was about to fall asleep, she seemed to hear some miscellaneous voices, as if something urgent required Li Zeyan to return to Huarui.

Wuyue pushed down some quilts, and waited for Li Zeyan to press the phone before lifting the quilt to reveal her entire face, pinching the corner of the quilt with her hands and saying, "If you have something to do, you can go back."

"En." Li Zeyan coughed, thinking of something, and asked in a flat tone: "Who is Zhao Yang?"

Seeing Wuyue's confused eyes, Li Zeyan didn't answer.He began to wonder if he heard it wrong at the time, and quickly added: "If I didn't say it, leave first."

After watching Li Zeyan leave, Wu Yue got up and took the charged phone, leaned on the bed while turning it on, and began to think about what Li Zeyan had just said.

Why does she feel as if she has heard this name before?

May squinted, trying to find the source of the memory.She vaguely saw a boy holding her hand. The boy had a bright smile and turned his head to look at 'herself' tenderly.And 'I' was playing with him intimately.A familiar feeling hit her heart, but this feeling suddenly made Wu Yue feel suspended, feeling more and more empty in her heart.

She couldn't remember.

But there is always a mysterious force hinting at oneself, which is very important.

She opened her eyes for a moment, and asked the system in a harsh tone, "What's going on?"

The system in my mind hesitated, and replied slowly: "During your fainting, your soul tried to return to the real world. But in the game world, your mission was not completed, so you were forcibly pulled back. During this period, your memory may lost."

Wu Yue took a deep breath, trying to regulate her impatience, but her attitude was still impatient: "So, how can I get it back?"

"Uh." The tone of the system was not even sure: "It may be possible to retrieve it only by returning to the real world."

"Send me back." May's attitude was unquestionable.

"This... I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to do it. I told you before that you must complete the tasks in this world." The system seemed to feel the growing irritability in May and changed the subject: "But We can restore part of your memory now, but the longer you stay in the game, the memory will become more and more..."

The system no longer dared to make a sound at this point, even though it was incorporeal, it could clearly feel the piercing eyes of Wuyue.

Wuyue kept her tone down to the lowest, and a low-pitched anger surrounded her.

At that time, I did not enter the game to forget reality, but now, it gave her something unexpected.

Wu Yue threw out a sentence of "Recover." Then he closed his eyes tightly, indicating that he was ready.

There is only darkness in front of my eyes, and I can't find anything.

in the darkness.

Memories are torn apart like cracks, getting bigger and bigger.Slowly Wuyue felt a ray of light piercing her eyes, and then scattered.

The light gradually dimmed, Wuyue saw himself and a boy flying a kite in a patch of uneven grass, and 'I' chased the boy, smiling uncomfortably.The boy stopped and never ran again, and happened to collide with 'myself'.The boy put 'himself' under his arm, and the two fought for control of the kite again.May looked up at the string they pulled.A brown square kite soared high in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the scene switched to a road.

Wuyue hesitated and walked to the coffee shop across the street, stood outside the tea-colored glass and looked into the coffee shop, 'I' and the boy just now were leaning on each other, holding hands, watching a movie together, and occasionally the two would watch each other Gaze at each other and kiss on the cheek.

"Zhao...Yang?" She called out uncertainly, wanting to touch the brown glass with her hand.In an instant, the whole body seemed to be absorbed and fell into it.to another space.

It was already midnight, and she saw 'herself' and Zhao Yang sitting on the tattered flower bed, with a whole row of wine beside them.The two took a sip occasionally and remained silent.Zhao Yang gently pulled 'myself' hand on his lap, 'myself' looked at him and sighed, held up the wine bottle again, and took a sip of wine into his mouth.

Whenever May closes her eyes or touches something in the scene, the memory will change, like a flood that cannot be stopped.

At this moment, there was a sound in the ear, trying to lift her back from the flood.

"May." It was the voice of the system: "I only saved so much."

"..." Wuyue still closed her eyes, unwilling to really come back from her memory.She could still feel something stimulating her mind, but why was it... blank.

"How long these memories can be stored, I don't know." The system said, obviously afraid of May's over-excited emotions, it made a "ding--" and went offline.

When May really woke up, it was already evening outside the window, and the sporadic street lights had begun to light up.

May tried to wake up the system to answer, but no matter how he called the system, he couldn't wake up again.

She threw away the pillow and yelled in the ward: "Do you want me to forget everything? Just dream."

All are dreaming.

She kept repeating, not forgetting to open the memo on the phone, and quickly started to record everything she saw just now.May tried to tell herself over and over again: I can't forget.

"I can't..." Wu Yue threw down the phone, curled up her legs, and sobbed, tears began to roll down unconsciously, eating her clothes and seeping into her knees.

Wu Yue raised her head and her eyes were a little dull, looking at her knees, the watermark just left had turned cold, Wu Yue drew circles on her knees with her hands, trying to make her feel more comfortable.

For some reason, every time she typed a word, her heart felt like being pricked by a needle.The more words you type, the more wounds you get.

Many of the things I saw just now, some of them are actually too difficult to write down, and it seems that I can't remember them.

But, how could I forget Zhao Yang.

He is a boy who is always gentle and willing to help himself to risk himself.

Take yourself through the suffering in the world, drag yourself out of the mud.

It was he who saved himself and made himself feel the love and hope in the world.

And now, I can't even remember him.

"Good luck, good luck, good luck every day—" The familiar phone rang again, Wu Yueqing turned her head and looked indifferently at the mobile phone on the side, and a big "Lolo" was displayed on the screen Two words.

Wuyue couldn't hold back the "woo" again, and cried out.May wiped away tears with one hand, and picked up the phone with the other.

Before Wuyue could speak, Zhou Qiluo's anxious and slightly nervous voice came from the other end: "Miss Potato Chips? Are you okay? Your phone has been turned off for several days, and I haven't contacted you for a long time. What happened?" What's up?"

"Hmm..." Wu Yue could only utter a single syllable, fearing that Zhou Qiluo would hear the difference in his voice if he said one more sentence.

"What happened?" Zhou Qiluo became even more anxious: "Did someone murder you? I'll come back to avenge you!"

May buried her head in her knees, and replied in a muffled voice: "No..."

"Don't be sad, or you try to tell me?" Zhou Qiluo paused before continuing: "I will help you solve everything! I have superpowers!"

"Lolo..." All the depression swept over in Wuyue, and finally couldn't help crying: "I'm in the hospital now, woo, I woke up and found that I forgot a lot of things, and there is an important person who I don't remember. It's really unbearable."

Wu Yue kept sobbing, and the words were intermittent, although Zhou Qiluo couldn't hear clearly, but he really felt Wu Yue's despair on the phone in his heart, he suddenly felt that he was useless, and he couldn't be by her side.

Zhou Qiluo listened to Wu Yue's continuous narration on the phone, and only opened her mouth when she stopped sobbing, and slowly comforted her: "It's okay." "It will pass." "Everything will be fine. "

Zhou Qiluo had already brought out all the existing language in his mind, but found that his own language still couldn't stop Miss Potato Chips from crying.

"Ah...Miss Potato Chips." Zhou Qiluo hesitated, and said softly, "Do you believe me?"

"Well... I believe it." May said this sentence almost without hesitation.

"Hey..." There were two shy laughs on the phone before continuing: "Then you promise me, sleep well now, tomorrow! All the good luck in the world will come to you!" Zhou Qiluo seemed As if afraid that Wuyue would not believe it, he emphasized again: "It will happen only if you sleep well!"

Wuyue rubbed her swollen eyes, said "um" seriously, and said to Luo Luo in a hoarse voice: "Good night." Putting the phone to her ear, she waited for Luo Luo to say the same to herself Then I was ready to press the phone.

Sure enough, Zhou Qiluo on the other end seemed relieved a lot, and reminded with a warm tone like sunshine: "Remember to drink some water to moisten your throat! Go to bed early, good night."

Wu Yue picked up the water glass on the table next to the bed, no matter whether it was warm or cold, took a few sips and swallowed it all, only then did he feel that the painful sand grains in his throat disappeared slightly.

May slid into bed like a little snake, held the phone in her hand, and began to look through the memo she had written.As if his head had been blown by a landmine, some words popped out of Wu Yue's mind unconsciously.

"You fell down, I'll help you up."

"If you want to eat, I'll feed you."

"You forgot your way, I'll take you there."

"You are sad, just scold me, I like scolding the most."

It hurts, but it seems like this will never end.

Slowly, a soft hum, an out-of-tune lullaby, circulated in her mind.

She finally let go of her guard and confirmed her safety.It's time to sleep.

The sick room was very quiet, only the girl's soft breathing could be heard.

"Miss Chips—"

Don't be afraid, I'm here.

The author has something to say:

For the role of Zhao Yang, I have been struggling whether to forget him or become the motivation to go back.

The characters themselves seem very uncertain, let alone me.

So I want to ask everyone's opinion.

qvq

And then there is.

good night, see you tomorrow.