After adopting paranoid gods

In an instant.

The shadow in Ye Chuanyuan's heart, which symbolized death and pain, was illuminated by the thundering light, and every corner touched was filled with warmth.

Those warmth, like the rumbling tide, soaked his icy soul warmly.

Ye Chuanyuan's dark red pupils reflected the young man's gentle face.

Ji Tang was against the light, covered with a layer of brilliance, which looked brighter than the sun.

Ye Chuanyuan's hands tightly hugged Ji Tang's waist, as if some long suppressed emotion was about to rush out.

In the past, he was really afraid of falling.

That was what brought him death.

but now.

——There is a boy here.

Nothing more falls.

He no longer has to be afraid.

Never again.

In this sky where there are only them.

He just wanted to fall down with Ji Tang and fall into the warm sunshine all over the sky.

Never let go.

He hugged Ji Tang very tightly until Ji Tang called out in a low voice: "Chuanyuan, you hug me too tightly."

Ghosts won't fall to their death, and it's okay to let Chuanyuan float in the sky by himself.

Ye Chuanyuan: "..."

Ye Chuanyuan let go of his hand, and his arms became empty.

But the next moment, he was plunged into a milk-scented embrace.

He saw Ji Tang's smiling face, and the other party's soft voice sounded: "Let me hug you."

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Ji Tang hugged Ye Chuanyuan until he was not far from the ground, and then let Ye Chuanyuan return to the exercise book.

The boy in a thick gliding suit, driven by the glider, slowly landed on the designated ground.

As soon as his feet touched the landing protection instrument, many staff members came to help Ji Tang dismantle the glider.

"You are the first person to land!" The staff put the glider aside and boasted with a thumbs up.

Ji Tang: "Huh?"

Staff: "The other gliders are still in the sky. They are a little timid and dare not let go, so they will be very slow."

Ji Tang: "..."

The first person to reach land has a small prize, a small model airplane.The sculpture background of the model is the blue sky, and the whole one looks very delicate.This also implies the main purpose of the Sky Festival - to promote the beauty of the sky in Z City.

The staff asked Ji Tang to carry the small model and took a photo, which was a publicity photo for the sky festival that day.

The teenager is very photogenic when taking photos, with a gentle and delicate face, his eyes are like small crescents when he smiles, there are a pair of dimples at the corners of his mouth, and his cheeks will turn red inadvertently.

After Ji Tang's photo was taken, the photo was uploaded to the official blog of the Sky Festival, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

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Ji Tang played at the Sky Festival for a long time, bought a lot of souvenirs, and returned home with big and small bags.

He arranged all the gadgets, then took out the May [-] exercise book, smoothed out the wrinkled corners, and put it on the coffee table.

The corners of Ji Tang's lips raised an imperceptible arc.

Ye Chuanyuan, probably won't be afraid anymore.

He will be with him.

In the blink of an eye.

He successfully helped another ghost.

Ji Tang does these things to help these people, and there is no superfluous purpose.

His parents are long gone, leaving a large empty house and inheritance.

He wants to have a lively home.

It doesn't matter what kind of people the future family will be.

It's good to be with him.

Thinking about it, Ji Tang chuckled lightly, showing her little canine teeth.

"Ding dong."

The mobile phone will sound the notification tone of the APP.

【Congratulations!You successfully completed the mission - His Abyss. 】

[Since I have you, I am no longer afraid of the dark abyss. 】

Ji Tang: "..."

【Congratulations!You have successfully obtained the mission reward: Spiritual High School. 】

【It was a school shrouded in despair, where the most evil devil lurks.But there is only one light, and all the darkness can be wiped out. 】

[Note: That was the campus where Ye Chuanyuan was alive. 】

At the end of the text box, there is a string of addresses, most likely the address of the school.

Ji Tang focused on "the campus where Ye Chuanyuan was alive."

He felt that Ye Chuanyuan still had too many secrets.

The blood in Ye Chuanyuan's eyes did not dissipate, his school uniform was still stained with blood, and he never smiled.He still has many unsolved knots.

Ji Tang frowned, feeling complicated.

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Ji Tang posted a new Weibo as a preview of the new adventure video.

[@奶糖: A new episode of supernatural adventure video production is on the agenda~ it’s about campus themes!Thank you for your support #比心#]

The new video doesn't need to be broadcast in real time like the last video, the new video can give Ji Tanghua enough energy to edit and edit.

So he is quite confident about it.

As soon as the Weibo preview was released, comments grew rapidly.

【Wow!Diligent toffee!Flowers for you! 】

[Spiritual campus hey~ Will there still be ghosts stealing toffee? ///W///]

【Toffee, be careful! 】

Ji Tang read the comments while replying to thank the fans.

At the same time, he also began preparations for going to a supernatural college.

The last time he was at Xie Li's house, he almost lost his life during a supernatural game.

If Xie Li was not there at that time, the consequences would have been disastrous.

What's more, Xie Lijia is not a real supernatural scene in APP's eyes.

The location of the supernatural college specially released by the APP is definitely much more dangerous and terrifying than Xie Li's house.

Ji Tang could choose not to go.

But don't know why.

Maybe it was because the place was Ye Chuanyuan's school before his death.

School should be a place full of youth and beauty.

Ji Tang could never forget Ye Chuanyuan's appearance in his blood-stained school uniform, he closed his eyes and rubbed between his brows.

I hope he goes there and finds something that can help Ye Chuanyuan.

Ji Tang thought, while getting up to prepare dinner for herself.

He eats very little, and can fill his stomach with a little food.

He took out a piece of noodles, an egg, and a bunch of vegetables from the refrigerator, and put them in a milk pot to cook.

During the interval between cooking the noodles, he couldn't help but quietly turned on his phone.

The phone has received a new email.from abroad.This moment attracted Ji Tang's attention, and he clicked on the email.

The first half of the email is in foreign language, but fortunately, the second half is translated Chinese.

Ji Tang pursed her lips, looking seriously.

……

This email is from the organizer of the Weiner Music Competition.

A few days ago, Ji Tang had already submitted the music score written by Xie Lixin to the competition.

At that time, the winners will be announced at the Weiner Music Festival Awards Conference.

Now, the Weiner Music Awards Conference is about to start, the day after tomorrow, in the capital.

Xie Li's work participated in the competition. Xie Li should have attended the conference, but it's a pity...

The organizers hope that Ji Tang can take part in the event instead of the deceased Xie Li.

To replace Xie Li to fulfill one of his wishes during his lifetime.

After Ji Tang finished reading the email, his chest was filled with warmth, and a subtle smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

He will definitely go.

He would be happy for Xie Li no matter whether the score won the award or not.

Xie Li waited for 20 years, and finally got the glory he wanted.

Ji Tang was even a little excited.

He didn't even have time to eat the cooked noodles, so he quickly clicked on the website to order a ticket to the awards ceremony.

On the way back, he can also drop by Ye Chuanyuan's school.

After Ji Tang booked the ticket, in the blink of an eye, he received another new email from an assistant in the organizer of Weiner Music.

The assistant said that she was Xie Li's assistant 20 years ago and knew something about Xie Li.

In her eyes, Mr. Xie is an excellent, handsome young musician who is full of love for life.He wants to travel around the world, he wants to donate a Hope Primary School, and he wants to accomplish many things.

She said that before Xie Li died, he still wanted to take another look at this world, even if all he was left with in this world was the darkness-like silence.

He wants to live.Live well.

A few days before his death, he asked his assistant to build a small Internet radio station for himself.

He played a lot of pieces and recorded them all.Every three months, it will be played randomly on that small radio station.

Xie Li knew that with the passage of time, everyone would forget everything about themselves.

But he still wanted to leave something behind.

Prove that you have been to this world.

Or...pretending to be alive.Pretending to be alive, pretending nothing tragic happened, pretending to have a future.

That small radio station still plays Xie Li's music every three months.

But there is no audience anymore.

The only viewer, Xie Li's friend, had died a year ago.

That assistant said so much to Ji Tang.

She asked Ji Tang if she could turn on the little radio station and listen to Xie Li's music once.

Just tonight, it starts broadcasting every three months.

If the ratings are zero again, media officials have the right to permanently close the station.

Xie Li is a musician, so he needs a lot of audiences.

He must...be the most unbearable to be alone.

If Ji Tang doesn't listen.

He has no audience, very lonely.

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After reading the assistant's request to him, Ji Tang replied without hesitation and agreed.

In Xie Li's time, the radio station should be played on the radio.

Ji Tang remembered that there was an old-fashioned radio at home, which worked.

He got up immediately to look for it.

After finding the radio, he tuned to the designated channel according to the station number given by his assistant.

Xie Li's radio station starts at ten o'clock in the evening.

Xie Li recorded the contents of each broadcast before his death.

Ji Tang put the old radio on the coffee table, poured himself a glass of milk, and waited quietly.

Arrived at ten o'clock.

There was a faint rustle from an old radio.After a while, the voice gradually became clearer.

The magnetically muted male voice is very pleasant, like an ancient cello, full of mystery.

"I'm Xie Li, and welcome viewers to my radio station."

Ji Tang's hand holding the milk cup trembled, feeling a little sour in his heart.

There is no "audience".

He is his only audience.

The male voice is still playing quietly.

This is a recording uploaded 20 years ago.

But the sound quality has not been eroded by the years.

It seems that Xie Li is still in this world, on the other side of the tape recorder, as if he has to go to which concert and which piece of music he will play tomorrow.

As if he was still alive, full of love for life.All good things are still possible.

"This piece will be played again later, and I want to talk to you about the future."