Doll Survival Game [Unlimited]

A child born blind walks into traffic.

Ji Ming still remembered the feeling and voice at that time.

There were ear-piercing horns and rubbing sounds, he was hugged by his mother and flew into the air, and finally fell to the ground, his cheeks and hands hurt, but at that time the panic was even worse, as if a kite that had been forced to fly suddenly broke its string.

Feeling insecure.

He only knew that he seemed to have encountered a very bad thing, something worse than pain.

Soon, he knew that something very bad happened to him.

He heard horrible voices and felt people coming and going around him. He was in pain alone for a long time in his dark world without a ray of light and color, and then someone took him to the hospital in a hurry.

It hurts a lot.

He began to shed tears continuously, but he didn't make a sound.

Until his father came in front of him, the hand that once held him was thrown on his face.

He heard a piercing roar like a monster——

"Why are you running around! Why are you going to the street?!"

"Did you know you killed your mother?"

Someone stopped Ji Yang.

Ji Ming didn't cry any more, his ears were buzzing - death... what was it?

He half understood, but subconsciously panicked. The little child stretched out his hands and groped in front of him. He wanted to grab or hug something——

He didn't run around.

He just... doesn't want you to fight.

Wanting to grab the father who left.

When we quarrel, mother will cry, and when mother cries, father will be sad again.

In the end no one will be happy.

……

He just wants to hold... the person he likes and wants to hang out with for the rest of his life.

In his world, there are only these two people.

The child hugged Luo and whimpered, he was so sad that he could hardly breathe, and his voice was vague and sad: "I'm a bad boy."

"If I'm not the child of my parents...the child will be fine."

After a moment of silence, Luo Yiran raised his hand to touch the child's soft, wet face—what should I do, I really want to kill Ji Yang.

The sound of the ambulance outside completely disappeared, and the child cried until he fell to the ground, slightly loosening his hand holding Luo Yiran.

Luo Yiran went up lightly and then wiped his tears with difficulty: "You are not the child of your parents, your mother will be very sad."

The child was silent.

Luo Yiran asked him: "Do you still like your dad?"

Child: "...Mom likes him."

Luo Yiran sat next to him, and he said lightly but with great certainty: "She doesn't like him anymore."

The child looked up with teary eyes.

It seems that the gray eyes can be beautiful without light.

Luo Yiran suddenly felt that the magician's eyes were beautiful only because of this person.

What's the use of the devil's eyes so similar to his, it's not ordinary.

The child looked in his direction in confusion.

He didn't cry or make trouble anymore, he just quietly lost his mind.

After an unknown period of time, he fell asleep.

Luo Yiran: "..."

It's not cold even if there is a soft blanket on the floor, or let him sleep?

He stood up slowly and pulled a quilt to cover the child with difficulty, and then left the child's room.

——Still upset that Ji Yang only had a broken leg.

...

Luo Yiran left for about 5 minutes, the child lying on the ground sat up, the quilt slid off his body, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, the originally gray and dull eyes became bright and clear in an instant.

The child put down his hand, and a casual smile appeared on his immature face - does the young master like him so much when he was young?

No... The magician suddenly thought of Xia Lang—maybe the young master just likes to take care of the weak.

Getting up from the ground, the magician looked at his round and short hands, and the remaining smile in his eyes slowly changed into sarcasm—but unfortunately, this cannot be changed.

Here... is the memory, which is set to be unchangeable.

But it's something to be happy about being able to get the opportunity to get along with the young master so quietly and purely.

"..."

The night was quiet, and the magician suddenly laughed. This kind of smile is inexplicable on the child's face, but there is also a strange sense of harmony—maybe it can still change something?

After all, Luo Yiran is special.

Whenever he appears, he will always be shaken.

So even if the past is almost exactly the same, as long as Luo Yiran exists for a while, maybe everything will be different.

At the same time in the hospital, Luo Yiran keenly noticed the changes around him, very subtle and invisible changes.

Luo Yiran paused, then lowered his head just in time to see the naturally placed hand on his side pass through someone else's body.

He can't touch anyone anymore.

It seems that no one else can see me.

was repelled.

Luo Yiran sneered——

So this is where the magician comes in too?

But come in, why restrict him?

Don't magicians want to change this world of memories?

Luo Yiran stood quietly for a while, then he shifted his thinking to the beginning, and thought about it in reverse——

Or... this memory world was originally set to be unchangeable from the very beginning?

It's just that the magician manipulated here and pampered him for a while.

Judging from the magician's attitude towards him, the latter is indeed more likely.

But inference, so that means the magician came in from the beginning?

After all, it stands to reason that a magician shouldn't be here at his naive age.

He deviated from the original trajectory, and he has not been forced back to where he should be, but has become like this... the magician left him here.

In this ghost-like form.

Luo Yiran raised his foot and walked forward, and then he found Ji Yang.

Stepping forward without hesitation, Luo Yiran raised his hand and slapped Ji Yang in front of him, and then watched boredly as his hand passed through Ji Yang's head.

It's not good to be like this.

Luo Yiran sighed——I originally wanted to visit Ji Yang's school later, and spread some rumors by the way.

It seems impossible.

Luo Yiran withdrew his hand, "Ghost" couldn't do many things...but the magician could still see him.

After all, he is the core of this world.

After thinking for two seconds, Luo Yiran glanced at the unaware Ji Yang, then walked back—forget it, if you can’t beat him, you can’t beat him, let’s go back and question the sobbing "magician" .

He pretended to be true, but he couldn't see it.

After tearing out the crack and hurrying back, Luo Yiran directly met the child... no, the magician's dark eyes.

Before he said anything, the magician who was lying beside the bed blinked, his eyes turned gray, and his expression quickly became dazed, visible to the naked eye.

The child turned his head, and he called in a low voice: "...Lolo?"

Luo Yiran: "..."

understood.

A child is still a child, as long as the magician does not come out.

Luo Ran turned into a puppet as soon as he came to this room. He walked over slowly, and then grabbed the child's finger.

The child breathed a sigh of relief - Luo Luo is still there.

Luo Yiran looked up at him, and he said with a smile: "If you have the ability, don't come out."

Child:"……?"

Luo Yiran patted the child comfortingly: "Sleep."

The child groaned, and then curled up in the quilt.

Luo Yiran leaned against the child's hand, and he didn't close his eyes.

——Restricting him from meeting other people, does that mean he cannot change the past?

impossible.

There are still a few years before the magician goes to the world. During this period, even if he is fooled, he can fool the child away.

Luo Yiran closed his eyes—the so-called leaving this "home" to go to a wider outside does not mean that the future will be difficult and painful.

He thought of Luo Jun and his family—maybe he would be happier.

And, he'll be there for him too.

"Child."

The child lying in the quilt was confused: "Huh?"

"If you want to leave here, just follow me." Luo Yiran didn't open his eyes, he raised the corners of his mouth: "I won't let you go hungry."

But since he has become a ghost-like existence now, the child still needs to do it himself, and he can only come up with ideas.

But so what, raising a child is not difficult for him.

The child did not speak, and seemed to be asleep.

Luo Yiran didn't care, he was not only telling the child, but also the magician.

After a while, the child's milky voice sounded deep: "Master, it can't be changed."

"There are only memories here."

Because originally he set up this world, not to change anything, just to remember the past.

Luo Yiran was startled, then he opened his eyes, and met the child's round and dark eyes in the dark night.

A lot younger, but still full of star-like eyes.

"What do you mean?"

The magician didn't answer anymore, he stretched out his short arms to hug Luo Yiran: "But it's meaningful."

"Because you and I are both in the present, in the present moment."

In the world of memories that cannot be changed, new memories are created.

On the second day, Luo Yiran understood what the magician meant.

The child forgot him.

Not only that, even Ji Yang walked down the stairs safely, looking completely uninjured.

But the living room calendar is a step forward, and it's really the next day, not a cycle.

Even Luo Yiran himself still couldn't meet anyone other than children.

He sighed and looked at the child who was ignorant, curious and a little scared.

So he couldn't change the magician's past, even if it was false.

All he can do is experience the past with the magician.

This sucks.

But why set up the world like this?

With such a painful past, why should we put an end to the possibility of changing it?

After Ji Yang went out, the child tentatively approached him, and when he was about to touch him, the child's gray eyes blinked lightly and then turned bright black.

But he didn't stop, he came over and hugged the little puppet, the magician sighed against the child's appearance: "Master."

Luo Yiran: "..."

He didn't struggle, and stayed in the magician's arms peacefully, even obediently: "What do you want to do?"

The magician lowered his head and brushed his chin lightly over the puppet's hair: "It was just to let myself not forget."

"But let the young master come in..."

After he paused, the soft flesh on the child's face bulged slightly, and an innocent and wanton smile appeared: "I want the young master to know everything about me."

"Full and complete, everything."

"I belong to you, so this is what you should know,"

His voice gradually became softer, like the surface of a calm sea, but Luo Yiran always felt that a stormy wave was about to hit the next moment.