Phantom Skeleton Painting

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Lin Banxia disappeared, disappeared with him, and all the information about Song Qingluo in the base.

After receiving Song Qingluo's call, Li Su asked Li Ye to go cautiously to inquire about Song Qingluo. Because of Song Qingluo's special physique, his identity at the base was also very sensitive, and at this chaotic stall, everything he did had to be cautious and cautious.

Li Ye came back soon, and when he came back, his face was full of heavy, Li Su thought there was any bad news, breathing slightly choked, trembling: "Is it serious?"

Li Ye said: "Serious."

"What's the matter?" Li Su said, "They have come up with something to toss Song Qingluo?" Lin Banxia didn't know, but he was clear. The base's research on Song Qingluo could be full. A wall, as to how it came ... It is better not to think about it.

Li Ye said: "Song Qingluo disappeared."

Li Su froze: "What?"

"Literally." Li Ye said, "He was in the base and disappeared."

After Li Ye's explanation, Li Su realized what literally disappeared. No one in the base remembered Song Qingluo, and all his information became other contents. A completely non-existent person replaced Song Qingluo's identity. No wonder that after Song Qingluo in the hotel and the people in the base faced each other, the group of people did not know him.

And these friends still remember Song Qingluo's existence, as if there was an invisible hand, gently wiped out everything that would harm Song Qingluo.

"How could this happen?" Li Su dazed, "Who did it?"

Li Ye did not speak and looked at Li Su in silence.

"It won't be ..." Li Su rubbed his lips, "Has Pinelli?"

Li Ye's hand covered Li Su's eyes: "Don't think about these for a while, you need to rest well." The rain captured Li Su's consciousness. During the long night, he almost shrank in Li Ye's arms. Not daring to move, chaos and fear completely buried him. When Li Ye even thought he was going to lose him completely, the **** rain stopped suddenly.

The chaos disappeared with the rain, and the world returned to its original appearance.

No one knows its cause and effect, it is like a big dream for human beings, the dream is awake, everything is as usual.

Song Qingluo lost his Lin Banxia, ​​but could not surrender himself. Xiaohua and Xiaoku still needed his protection. He couldn't let them be taken away by the people at the base.

After walking through the chaotic streets, Song Qingluo and Ji Leshui returned to their former homes.

The cozy little house became messy because of the previous search, the door was violently opened, and every corner of the room was turned over. They obviously did not find what they wanted, so they left quickly.

Song Qingluo's face was pale, and his weak breath seemed to disappear. Ji Leshui looked at the messy home, and even suspected that Song Qingluo would suddenly disappear like Lin Banxia in the next moment.

Fortunately, Song Qingluo didn't. He just gently put down the small flowers and caves, turned to the room and took the suitcase. He calmly said to Ji Leshui: "You can't live here anymore, you go to pack your luggage, let's go Stay elsewhere for a while. "

Ji Leshui didn't dare to ask why, and nodded.

Speaking of tidying up, there is really nothing to take. Song Qingluo grabbed a few clothes and daily necessities at random, and sat on the sofa waiting for Ji Leshui.

This is Lin Banxia's house, but he is no longer there. Song Qingluo doesn't know if he will come back. The room is full of the atmosphere they lived in, and even the paintings hanging on the walls are so familiar ...

Wait, there seems to be no paintings hanging on their walls. Song Qingluo froze for a moment. Hearing the familiar screams of Ji Leshui coming from the door, he just quickly stepped back at the entrance door and shouted sternly. Written: "Fuck-you **** is taking advantage of Lin Banxia not bullying me, right? You beast !!!"

Oh, there are no paintings, but windows. Song Qingluo thought, and did not know whether that poor house number would leave a lifetime of regret. After all, until Lin Banxia disappeared, it had never succeeded in scaring him. There were some funny things at this time, so full of sourness, Song Qingluo lowered his eyes, carrying his luggage and the black box with Xiaohua Xiaoku, and left the room.

It was chaotic everywhere now, and they had nowhere else to go. Ji Leshui sat in the back seat and asked Song Qingluo helplessly where they were going.

Ji Leshui is also innocent. He did n’t participate in it from the beginning to the end, but was forced to flee with them. The rare Song Qingluo also gave him some guilt mentally: "Go to the place I used to live Place. "

Ji Leshui said: "Well, I thought you had to go to the hotel. It was messy outside, and the hotel was expensive ..." Then I remembered Lin Banxia borrowing his money, and his nose suddenly sore, "Also I do n’t know when Banxia will come back and return the borrowed money to me. "

Knowing that he was sad about Lin Banxia's disappearance, what he didn't know thought he was suggesting.

Song Qingluo was expressionless: "I can't pay your money for the time being."

Ji Leshui: "Ah?"

Song Qingluo glanced at him: "My money is in Lin Banxia."

Ji Leshui's tears fell instantly, and he couldn't stop it. Song Qingluo was almost ten million times worse than him. The person I like is gone, with two children, not only has the mortgage not been paid, but also has no money, this is not going to the trough of life but falling off the cliff, Ji Leshui trembles: "You do n’t have to worry Repaying money is the most important thing for children to see a doctor. Xiaohua's eyes can't be delayed. You must go to the best hospital. "

Song Qingluo didn't answer. What he probably thought was that even the best hospital couldn't treat heresy. The accelerator stepped on the foot and the car rushed out.

It was late at night, and the streets were brightly lit. The burning smell gradually faded, the wounded were sent to the hospital one after another, and the police were maintaining order. It was a quiet night. After the disaster, everyone cherished this hard-won peace. Ji Leshui saw the outside scene through the car window, shrinking his neck in fear, he whispered: "When will Pinellia come back."

No one knows the answer, maybe one day, maybe one year, maybe ... never come back. Song Qingluo has always been a very sensible person, and his childhood experiences have never seen the word fairy tale in his life. What he has to face is cruel heretics, and his constantly dying teammates, for him, is already the norm.

He thought he would get used to it, just like getting used to physical pain.

But Lin Banxia was right.

There are some things that I cannot get used to, just as he and Lin Banxia parted.

The road conditions were not very good, it took them more time to reach their destination. The house has not been inhabited for a long time, and there is naturally dust everywhere. The two of them cleaned up casually and decided to make up for one night here.

The yard is very large, and in autumn, the yellow plants and trees are covered with leaves.

Song Qingluo was lying on the hard bed, with his eyes closed and could not fall asleep. He remembered the feeling of his body before waking up at the hotel. He knew it was Lin Banxia ’s hug, but he did n’t expect it. The last warmth he drew from him.

Something in the chest collapsed silently, Song Qingluo closed his eyes and covered the water in his eyes.

The next day, Daqing.

Compared with summer, the autumn sun is gentle and comfortable, like a blanket covered in cold wind. There are several persimmon trees in the yard, and Huang Chengcheng hangs on the branches, swaying in the wind. Although Xiaohua couldn't see it, she didn't show much frustration. The small cave climbed to the branch, picked the persimmon shakily, peeled it and sent it to Xiaohua's mouth carefully.

Xiaohua took a bite, left a thin row of teeth marks on it, and gave a giggling laugh: "Sweet, sweet, go and try it for my brother."

So the small cave jumped into the back room and saw that Song Qingluo was cleaning the room. It tipped his toes, handed the persimmon to Song Qingluo's eyes, and grunted twice.

Song Qingluo smiled and bowed his head, said: "Thank you, go out to accompany my sister."

Xiaoku nodded and ran out again. He ran out with short hands and feet, and it was very strenuous to run. It looked a little funny.

Many rooms in the yard are still packed with the messy antiques he bought, but it is normal for men to live their lives, so Song Qingluo and Ji Leshui sum up and plan to sweep out the two rooms, one person Just one room.

Ji Leshui agreed.

The phone from Li Su also came. For the sake of insurance, although he knew the situation from Li Ye's mouth, Li Su still personally confirmed it. After confirming that no one in the base knew Song Qingluo, he gave He returned the news, the first sentence was: "Song Qingluo you are unemployed."

Song Qingluo's hand with a broom paused: "Huh?"

"You are unemployed." Li Su said cruelly, "The people in the base don't know you anymore, and someone who doesn't know replaces your existence ..." He was colder than he wanted to say, but his emotions were not in place He laughed as he said, "They don't remember you, you are free."

Song Qingluo said: "Also unemployed?"

Li Su said, "Yes."

Song Qingluo fell silent.

Li Su said: "But you still have a deposit?"

Song Qingluo said: "In order to prevent me from spending money, all my money is in Pinellia."

Li Su said: "... What about others?"

"He is gone." Song Qingluo said.

Li Su was quiet for a while, his voice became cautious: "He ... is it all right?"

"No matter if he has anything, I will wait for him to come back." Song Qingluo calmly said, "No matter how long."

Li Su didn't know what happened. Obviously something unexpected happened to Lin Banxia. The sudden disappearance of Lin Banxia should be inseparable from the changes in Song Qingluo's body, perhaps it was the price for him to save the world, just like Song Qingluo who sealed the heresy with his body, Lin Banxia was to save Under Song Qingluo, what did you pay. At this point, Li Su seemed to be unsuitable for whatever he said. Fortunately, Song Qingluo said he was busy and hung up the phone decisively.

Listening to the beep, Li Su said, "Is it particularly difficult to live alive in this world?"

Li Yemo was holding his hair, and there was no answer. In fact, they all knew the answer to this question.

A chaotic night requires a long time to repair the wound.

The base completely forgot the existence of Song Qingluo, and never came back to find him in trouble. Song Qingluo did not know where Lin Banxia went, but he knew that one person must know the answer. So I asked Li Su and Li Ye to meet the person who knew the answer.

Facing the uninvited Song Qingluo, Ji Feng's attitude is very gentle, even bringing less obvious pity.

"It's also hard for you to come here to meet me." Ji Feng leaned on the sofa with a leisurely attitude, lazy posture, and the time around him was stopped by him again, only Song Qingluo could still be active, "I know you want to ask What, sorry, I cannot answer you this question. "

Song Qingluo wanted to ask, of course, where Lin Banxia was, but he was blocked by Ji Feng before speaking.

So Song Qingluo was silent for a moment and reopened: "Will he come back?"

Ji Feng looked at Song Qingluo with strange eyes: "I think it would be better if he didn't come back."

Song Qingluo: "Why?"

"If he comes back," Ji Feng said, "you find that he is not the Lin Banxia you know, is it still better for him to keep what you remember?"

This is a very obvious hint, Song Qingluo naturally understood: "Do you mean he can come back?"

Ji Feng said, "Of course it is." He looked at Song Qingluo with pity, "God is everywhere, what he wants to do, where he wants to go, it's all arbitrary. If he doesn't come back, he just doesn't want it, not someone Hindered his actions. "

The words were so harsh, and Song Qingluo's expression chilled instantly: "If he can move freely, why didn't he come back?"

Ji Feng said: "Because he doesn't want to."

Song Qingluo: "..."

"He remembers you, but he has no feelings for you." Ji Feng said, "Emotions will make the gods vulnerable, so they have been deprived from the beginning, Song Qingluo, why do you want to ask for something? , Maybe you do n’t want it. "

Song Qingluo said coldly: "I didn't ask for it, how do you know I don't want it?"

Ji Feng shrugged and expressed regret for his stubbornness.

It seems that the only information that can be known from Ji Feng is this. Ji Feng said that Lin Banxia was not imprisoned. He chose not to return. This answer made Song Qingluo feel relieved at the same time ... At least, Lin Banxia was not in a difficult situation and suffered.

Is Lin Banxia, ​​who has no feelings, still his lover? Song Qingluo could not answer this question, he only knew that it was his own matter to choose to wait.

Ji Feng watched Song Qingluo leave, his back straight and straight, showing a stubborn stubbornness, completely taking Ji Feng's consolation as a deaf ear. Ji Feng felt a little sighed. He raised his eyes and seemed to pass through the ceiling, looking at the endless void: "I helped you persuade you."

No one speaks.

"What?" Ji Fengdao, "What do I owe you?"

It seemed that someone had said something to him, and his expression became weird and finally distorted, as if he heard something extremely ridiculous: "Are you serious? That's how long ago you remember So clear— "

What did you say there?

Ji Feng's face was blue and white for a while, and finally he took out his phone resentfully and said angrily: "OK, transfer money? Is it transferred to you? You don't have any bank card, what's the use of transferring it to you ..." Hateful thoughts, he knows that someone is not kidding, if he does not obediently transfer the money back, then maybe the next moment, the sausage and cola will disappear from his world forever.

When time flows again, Song Qingluo is already in the car going home. At home, he tried to stay as active as possible, and did not want to have a negative impact on Xiaohua and Xiaoku. But every time he was alone, the tired gesture between the eyebrows was unable to cover up. He heard a soft sound from the mobile phone, and he was still driving, so he looked down quickly. There are not many people who know his mobile phone number, and the people in the base have forgotten his existence, so there are only a few people who will send him messages. When the phone rang, he always gave him a faint hope. When he saw the message above, the hope was no longer unexpectedly shattered.

It was not the phone from Lin Banxia, ​​but the information from the bank. Song Qingluo glanced and found that Ji Feng had transferred millions of his bank card. He was stunned, wanting to call Ji Feng back, and remembered that Ji Feng's phone was being monitored all the time.

But why is this number so familiar? Song Qingluo recalled for a while, and suddenly wanted to recall the night when the meteor shower fell, Lin Banxia's wailing-he said that Ji Feng secretly turned millions and left him with a three-digit deposit Is this money Ji Feng returned to Lin Banxia?

Recalling the vivid expression when his lover lost his deposit, Song Qingluo's mouth slightly raised, and there was a smile in his eyes, but he quickly realized what he had, and this slight smile turned into a shock. It's as if people who have lost their limbs are not used to it for a long time, and they may even feel that the parts that have disappeared are still painful.

Although Lin Banxia was not Song Qingluo's body, he was part of his soul. Song Qingli didn't even dare to think about losing Lin Banxia.

They redeemed each other and thought they could be with them for life.

But the mountains and seas are separated, and there is no day to meet again.

Lin Banxia gave himself up to help Song Qingluo get rid of the **** that peeled him. He didn't know that if he could get him back, Song Qingluo would rather be in that **** and torment a hundred times.

Saying these words at this time is no use.

Song Qingluo put his head against the steering wheel, his shoulders trembling slightly, he grabbed his chest with his hand, and his voice was hoarse and sobbed: "Lin Banxia ... Come back, I'm good ... it hurts."

He had never known that the pain of losing Lin Banxia was ten million times more painful than peeling off his skin inch by inch, making him unable to spit out the word he hadn't murmured for a long time.

However, no matter what he said, he could no longer hear or touch his eyebrows and call his name.

Lin Banxia was gone, Song Qingluo didn't even have time to say goodbye to him, he disappeared into his life, and it seemed that he would never appear again.

The green light in front turned on, and a hurried horn sounded behind him. Song Qingluo raised his head, and there was another dullness in his black eyes, only the traces of the corners of his eyes were exposed, exposing the accidental vulnerability.

He will not give up-even if Lin Banxia becomes a god, that should belong to his own god