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After discovering that Li Sijun had disappeared, Chi Yiyin immediately asked the store manager where he was going.

But after finishing the conversation with Chu Yueli, the store manager turned around and looked at him, but he just bowed slightly to him with a smile, and said with a smile: "How can I guess his whereabouts?"

"Instead of asking me, you might as well ask him directly."

The store manager smiled and blinked at Chi Yiyin, and asked, "Did He not leave your contact information? I believe He would be very happy to see you ask Him."

Chi Yiyin felt that the store manager's attitude was a bit strange. It was not like a dungeon boss treating a player, but rather like an employee treating a boss—no, it was two bosses who had personal grievances.

But before he could see more, the store manager turned around and left.

And the unlucky player who just came over also dawdled and hesitated to approach Chi Yiyin, and mustered up the courage to say, "You, hello, I, I'm here to thank you for your life-saving grace..."

Although Chi Yiyin didn't like this kind of sticky thank you, he still had the appearance of a gentle gentleman, listening patiently and gently to the player thanking him.

Because Chi Yiyin completed the system's so-called hidden task "Others are hell", and worried that Chi Yiyin would continue to pursue the period when the system went offline in the dungeon, the system simply included everyone around Chi Yiyin in his In the "team" of the game, clear the customs together.

One more death and one less death has little effect. Even if there is one less death in this dungeon, the system can still find the number back in other dungeons.

But if Chi Yiyin catches the omissions, or causes trouble because of the death of other players, then the system will have a headache.

It has already discovered that if one day it is bullied by Chi Yiyin, Li Sijun will never make decisions for it.

—Maybe you will even praise "the sound is so good".

System: I've never been so speechless in my life. It's definitely a matter of the boss being emotional... Sure enough, it's better to be in control.

Therefore, the entire dungeon was successfully cleared by one person, and all members escaped from danger.

The unlucky player can rush out of the false memory unexpectedly, so he won't be an unclear character.

After hearing the system's broadcast, he realized that he would survive, and the most important reason was not himself.

It was Chi Yiyin.

This is like hugging the big brother's thigh and being taken away to win.

The unlucky guy was so terrified that he didn't dare to delay to thank Chi Yiyin for a moment.

After Chi Yiyin listened patiently, she just waved her hand at the other party, and said with a smile: "You don't need to thank me, I just played an indirect role. If you want, then reject the falsehood and bravely choose the real yourself. "

"There is only one kind of heroism in the world, that is, after recognizing the truth, you still love life." ①

Chi Yiyin blinked at the other party, kindly and gracefully: "You who dare to face reality are the real heroes."

The unlucky guy froze in place, speechless for a long time.

Chi Yiyin has a good enough appearance. Anyone who sees him will think of the old manor, the elegant and gentlemanly nobles, and all the good qualities that have been forgotten in the old days.

When such a person appears in front of you after experiencing the catastrophe of death, comforts you with a smile, affirms you, and praises you as a hero...

The unlucky guy slowly blushed.

It wasn't until Chi Yiyin had gone away that he looked at the other person's background, and it took him a long time to hold back a word.

"This Mr. Chi is really gentle."

Gu Xichao: "...?"

He silently glanced at the hapless man, then at Chi Yiyin, and suddenly understood the importance of the mask.

"If you don't want to die on the street one day, with your body stinking in a dumpster, then you'd better take my advice."

Gu Xichao pushed his wheelchair through the hall, stopped on purpose when he passed by the unlucky ones, and said in a cold voice: "—Be careful of those gentle gentlemen, that's the real crazy devil, even gods will be afraid of his cruelty."

Gu Xichao: Compared with Chi Yiyin, someone like me is considered a good person.

Bad luck: "???"

He looked at Gu Xichao in confusion, but in the end he didn't ask, but nodded solemnly and thanked him solemnly.

Unlucky guy: The first rule of survival in the game field - listen to advice, you can survive. When your own IQ is not enough, don't act like a wolf with a big tail, and obediently follow the boss to lie down and win!

A total of fifteen players entered the dungeon before and after, but only six survived in the end. One of them survived "through the back door" because of the special agreement between the temporary residence area and the game field.

This kind of ending is nothing short of tragic.

But it was so cruel, but before the live broadcast, many people didn't even notice the details. Until they left, they still thought that [Doll Cafe] was a non-threatening dungeon that could be cleared by drinking coffee.

Because of Bailan's status as one of the founders of the temporary residence area, even though he had already stepped into the death process of the cafe, he was still fished out by the reacting system.

As for the other players who died, they were not so lucky.

They sat behind the screen, motionless as statues.

After the candlelight concert, they will peel off their soul and body under the blessing of candlelight, and go to the beautiful world they yearn for.

Neither Chi Yiyin nor Jingcha and the others were indifferent to this, watching the screen gradually close in front of them, hiding the figures of those players.

Chi Yiyin was not an enthusiastic person at all, he respected and understood those who chose to give up their lives, but would never lend a helping hand.

However, although Bailan broke free from death, she no longer looked as vigorous as before.

He huddled on the sofa in the corner, wrapped himself under the blanket without saying a word, his expression was numb, as if he had lost his perception of the outside world, and his face was slumped as if he had been down for many years.

Anyone who looked at it would never have imagined that this guy who huddled in the corner like a mushroom would be the richest person in the game field.

A high-level player, the founder of the temporary residence area, the richest man in the game field, a former member of the alliance... Many names have been added to Bailan, but at this time, nothing outside can save him.

What outsiders see is only a momentary emotional outburst, but only you know that it is the accumulation and pressure of emotion for a long time.

Maybe it was just a fall, or forgetting something.

But the most insignificant little thing is enough to be the straw that breaks the camel's back.

Ever since Bai Lan made the decision to give up many years ago, this has become his inner demon, haunting him day and night and refusing to leave.

Even if he provokes and insults Jingcha, he still wants to prove to his demons that he is far more powerful than Jingcha, and he is no longer the cowardly and withdrawn man he was back then.

It seems that as long as he defeats Jingcha, he defeats his former self.

pity…

Chi Yiyin's gaze slid over Bailan's body, but after a pause, he took it back indifferently, not caring.

On the contrary, Jingcha showed complete surprise.

"Good guy, is he the villain who sued first??? I didn't even make it look like this, but he made it look like I did something to him first."

Jingcha was so angry that she pointed at Bailan and complained to Chi Yiyin: "How can there be such a shameless person!"

Chi Yiyin didn't even give Bailan a single glance.

He just smiled and lowered his eyes to look at Jingcha, with a cold voice: "From the moment he chose to give up, he was already dead, and the rest of his life was just to give the corpse an illusion that he was still alive. Repeat a lie every day."

"Even though outsiders see him as a beautiful man, he seems to have a happy life, and there is nothing unsatisfactory. But his soul is already dilapidated, and he personally destroyed his own soul and ideals—just because of that moment of cowardice."

Chi Yiyin's voice was low and gentle, and she spoke slowly, but it was as cold as water, with only calm and rational analysis, without any emotion.

"Either you have never opened your eyes to see the universe from the beginning, or don't give up. Anyone who hesitates at the fork in the road will inevitably be backlashed by his own cowardice."

Chi Yiyin sees it clearly: "If it wasn't for the meaning brought by Bailan's identity, the system or the game field needs to set a benchmark for others to envy and desperately desire, then he would lose his reason to live."

"Without the help of the system, he can't even make it through this copy."

Chi Yiyin gently stretched out her hand, brushing off the dust from her shoulders for Jingcha, and a trace of a smile appeared on her handsome face again: "He envies you. I envy you for having the courage to go on, to be able to decide your own death or not, to be free and Be firm, always cling to your ideals, and never give up for a moment. Even God's test can't make you lose your persistence."

"How many people can be like you?"

Chi Yiyin lowered her eyes and chuckled, her azure blue eyes seemed to be deep into the sky, as if they had magical powers that could **** people in.

Jingcha stared at Chi Yiyin for two seconds, then turned her head in embarrassment: "Too, too close!"

Complaining on the mouth, but roots took root under the feet.

The end of Jingcha's eyes was stained pink, as if she was slightly tipsy after being drunk. He stood in front of Chi Yiyin, visibly uncomfortable to the naked eye, but stubbornly refused to take half a step back to widen the distance between the two.

Of course he knows he is good!

But... How many people are left who are qualified and will praise him?

Jingcha pursed her lips, and with Chi Yiyin's episode, even her anger towards Bailan subsided.

He suddenly felt that the previous anger towards Bailan had become dull.

On the battlefield back then, Jingcha was waiting to die among the dead, but Bai Lan, who turned his back on his companions and ideals and turned away from the battlefield, did not die?

—slow, tortured, soul-festering.

Like an apple that started to rot from the middle, the outside is still bright and beautiful, but the inside is already crumbled and shattered with a single blow.

If it is said that Jingcha was once angry at Bailan's betrayal, he thought he was sorry for the dead people in the alliance.

But now, looking at the old Bailan in front of her, Jingcha suddenly felt that the anger accumulated in her heart was gradually dissipating.

It's not that Bai Lan was forgiven.

It's because Bailan is no longer qualified to be his opponent, so he puts him in the eye.

This high-level player who once dominated the game field has forgotten all his survival skills after being pampered for a long time, and even his strength and character have declined so much that he is vulnerable to a single blow.

To regard such a person as one's enemy is an insult to Jingcha,

"you're right."

Jingcha lowered her head, couldn't see her expression clearly, and said in a low voice, "People who can't even pass a C-level dungeon, who can't pass the test... are no longer qualified to be watched by me."

From this moment, Bai Lan was no different from a dead person in his heart.

Bai Lan seemed to have sensed Jing Cha's gaze, and he raised his eyes, who had been shrunk in the corner, and looked at Jing Cha with a dull look.

He stood beside Chi Yiyin, even his smile was wanton and joyful without haze, as if he had endless energy, and there were a lot of dreams waiting for him to realize, there was nothing he couldn't do.

And around Chi Yiyin, Gu Xichao, who was still sitting in a wheelchair, the laughing Red Bird, and Chu Yueli, who was always watching Chi Yiyin and smiling not far away...

Their world is vivid and real, with infinite future and possibilities.

Bailan's fingers moved subconsciously, wanting to reach out, as if grabbing the only ray of sunshine projected into hell.

But at the moment of his movement, a cold mechanical voice sounded: [Senior survivor Bailan, priority is to ensure survival, please do not do anything inappropriate. 】

[You are in the temporary residence area in the world, you are the richest man in the game field, the top ranking in the sky list, a high-level survivor, and the creator of the temporary residence area. You are honored, please proceed with caution. 】

Bailan's hand, which was about to reach out, froze.

【The honors you mentioned...】

He looked at Jingcha who was talking happily with Chi Yiyin, his voice was in a trance and even felt unreal: [Is it an honor, or a rope that binds me? I can't breathe. 】

The system replied in a straightforward manner: [Of course it is an honor, you are the envy of all players. 】

[Please be sure to keep your honor, because. 】

The system seemed to smile, before continuing: [Apart from these honors, you are nothing. A transparent person wearing clothes, if the clothes are stripped off, they will disappear in front of people's eyes. Until then, you can claim to have nothing. 】

[So, work hard to protect your honor. Because... that's all you have left of the poor thing. 】

The voice of the system is full of malice hidden, like one step, one step, slowly pushing people up the cliff, telling the other party that your life is meaningless, and there is only an empty shell that is still breathing.

sad?

That would be even more pathetic.

Don't let go of your honor, and don't dream of dying, just try to climb up by the spider's thread-this is the game field.

【honor? 】

Bailan smiled wryly: [How is this different from hell? 】

【What are you talking about? 】

The system deliberately looked very surprised: [Otherwise, where do you think you have been? 】

Of course it is, hell!

Forgetting and death are both gifts of God.

Ordinary people will not understand the meaning of this sentence in their daily life, until they enter the real hell, they will find that what they have dismissed before is the truth.

Other players who walk into the doll cafe still have the choice of death, and sleep peacefully in their dreams.

But white and blue...

God would not even bestow such grace on him.

Not only because Bai Lan once abandoned her companions and ideals, but also because of the temporary residence area.

but—

Dare to provoke a person who is watched by God in front of God, which is different from blasphemy.

Bai Lan didn't know the deeper inside story, but he could guess that this was a punishment for his cowardice back then.

He slowly or powerlessly put down his palms, sat in a corner without lights, stared numbly and silently at the laughter and vitality in the distance.

Then, little by little, the eyes lost their light.

Dead silence.

This was his hell, and from the moment he made a wrong choice, he was destined to be unable to escape, let alone die.

This is his inescapable sin. From the moment he fled from the battlefield, his abandoned companions and ideals have deeply chiseled the curse on his soul, and he cannot get rid of it.

He thought he had saved his body and was complacent about his survival, but he didn't know that his own hands killed his soul.

If, if he had made the same choice as Jingcha, would the ending be different?

Bailan doesn't know.

All he knew was that he would be tormented forever in **** until God gave him the gift of death.

Bailan's face was ashen in the corner, numb and stiff like a sculpture.

The system clicked his tongue and shook his head secretly.

It's rare to see someone as brave as Bailan—that person has only had feelings for Chi Yiyin for thousands of years, and still thinks that Chi Yiyin loves him. In the end, there was only one of them, and Bai Lan bravely provoked Chi Yiyin to make a move.

The system even felt that some of that person's thinking had been broken, and felt that Chi Yiyin liked whoever he wanted to kill. According to this logic, Chi Yiyin warned Bailan, it was just... hiss, so I really don't blame the gods for being unkind, the main reason is that Bailan's luck is too bad, and the room is full of people who insist on messing with Chi Yiyin.

System: Even I have to be forced to say that Chi Yiyin loves him, but you still provoke him, are you crazy?

However, Chi Yiyin didn't know about these secret things.

He wasn't interested in that either.

Bailan's life and death or even suffering has nothing to do with him.

What Chi Yiyin cares more about is the cafe itself.

After confirming that Li Sijun had left, he checked the entire cafe again, and confirmed that the second floor had really disappeared, and even returned to nothingness with hell.

Those dolls that were hurt once again returned to their original positions, smiling cutely and brightly under the careful care of the store manager.

Chi Yiyin knew that this was the countless souls sleeping here, dreaming a dream that they would not wake up from.

This tranquility will last until the next turmoil.

Maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow...

Chi Yiyin didn't know.

But he knew very well that the cafe would not last forever in such a stable and beautiful way.

Even if the judgment from the book wipes out all the rotting corpses and repentant souls in hell, the bad nature of people will not stop.

Just as they would choose to escape and hide weakly in sleep.

They will also suddenly regret that they have chosen a beautiful but false dream in the early morning or midnight of a certain day, longing for the reality that they have voluntarily given up.

Then, the resting place of the soul will become **** again, countless souls will kill each other, trying to make another choice for their decision to break the contract.

But by that time, Chi Yiyin will not give them a second chance.

It is rare for him to be gentle once, and a soul that repents repeatedly will only disgust him.

—Because in the next chaotic hell, it will be the souls saved by his mercy that will become rotting corpses.

This is an unbreakable cycle that cannot be stopped until the end of the world when humans die.

"The only lesson learned is that no lesson was learned."①

Chi Yiyin gave a soft snort, glanced coldly over the dolls, then turned and left.

"Aren't you tired?"

Gu Xichao turned the wheelchair and followed Chi Yiyin when he passed by: "The mistakes those people made repeatedly, the constant regrets and luck... Don't you think that they are like a puddle of sludge, and there is no need to save them? "

Chi Yiyin's slender palm landed on the door, the wind chime swayed slightly, and the wind blew in from outside the door, blowing his silver-gray hair, and the shirt flapped behind him, making a rattling sound.

Facing the wind, he smiled slowly.

"No matter what choice they make, they will definitely think that the path not chosen by them is the best. Xichao, this is a human being."

Chi Yiyin raised her head, with a smile in her eyes: "I don't have a hobby of destroying other things—although I am very good at it. However, it is more worthwhile for me to see the ideal world rebuilt from ruins and bones. Go and look forward to it."

"The next turmoil in the cafe will be handed over to the next player."

He said lightly: "Since they live here, they are entitled to decide their own future."

"Whether that's good or bad."

Gu Xichao raised his head to look at Chi Yiyin in surprise, and after a long while, he chuckled and lowered his head to look back: "It seems that my worry is unnecessary, you have thought clearly, you don't need me to remind you."

"Do you think I'm going to cry knowing they're going to destroy my soul again?"

Chi Yiyin winked at him with downcast eyes, and said with a smile: "Don't forget, my job is a novelist. Although I am only a mortal, I am fortunate to have observed thousands of people. I have never observed anything in society. stopped."

Gu Xichao raised his hand and pushed the gold-rimmed glasses, and smiled gently: "Now I remember."

"The person who walks with me, who wants to realize the impossible ideal with me, is a novelist—so, when will the book owed to me be written?"

"ah."

Chi Yiyin raised his eyebrows, and said in surprise: "I didn't expect that I would be 'dead', and I could still feel the reminder. This is more like reality."

Chi·Gezi·Yiyin: Cuckoo~

Gu Xichao:)

Two figures, one high and one low, one in front and one behind, walked out of the cafe.

It coincided with a rain in the city, and the accumulated water on the ground reflected the city's bustling bustling traffic, and the light fell on the water, reflecting a little bit of golden light.

The air is still moist and clean after the rain, and the smell of plants is refreshing.

The morning sun rises and a rainbow streaks across the sky.

Chi Yiyin raised his head and laughed involuntarily.

—If those who choose to give up persist, perhaps, they will see a completely different scene.

After the rain, the sky cleared and the sun rose.

…

She had forgotten when was the last time she slept.

Maybe ten days ago, or maybe a month?

The perception of time has been completely blurred, and all that remains in my mind are the endless test papers and the faces of my parents and teachers.

After finishing the papers one by one, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to the next one. After staying up all night and finishing one exam, I thought it was the end, but when I opened my eyes the next day, it was the same routine again.

Carrying a heavy schoolbag, she walked mechanically through the street in a daze, with no brilliance in her downcast eyes.

Even though he is still young, he is already full of old age, and he can't even recognize his haggard and gray face in the mirror...

The students on the road walked past laughing and joking, talking about the most fashionable colors and styles at the moment, and talking about their favorite idols with great interest.

She used to be very envious.

But now he was so tired that he didn't even have the energy to look back.

Someone accidentally bumped into her shoulder, she staggered and managed to stand still, but the running students ran past without even looking back.

"You haven't said sorry yet..."

She murmured, as thin as a mosquito, but was covered by the noise around her, and no one heard her voice.

"never mind."

She lowered her head dejectedly, as if she had figured out something for a moment, she sighed in relief: "It's not important anymore."

"Already, it's not important..."

The way home from school has long been firmly in her mind.

After turning three blocks, passing through five traffic lights, turning left and then right, the red roof has long been faded by the wind and rain.

Downstairs, there is a smiling old lady shaking a fan to enjoy the shade. Every time she sees her coming home from school on weekends, she will stuff snacks into her palms and praise her for her promising studies.

The neighbor is a boy in the same grade, and his mother always uses her as a comparison to scold the boy. The boy is very angry, so he always looks for opportunities to bully her at school.

The old man next door is a stubborn old man who always scolds her mother loudly, saying that girls don't need to study so many books, and they will marry after graduation anyway.

But in my own home, the quarrels between my parents have never stopped, and the vase and ashtray at home are broken and bought again, bought and broken again.

Glass fragments scratched her fingers, and the bright red color was still not as dazzling as the cover of the divorce certificate.

When you go back from school on weekends, the whole street will be filled with the smell of vegetables. When you pass under the windowsill of other houses, you can still hear the quarrels and chatter from the open windows, the sound of cars and vendors on the street...

All the noise mingled into her most inconspicuous daily life, making her breathless, as if even her own youth was gloomy.

Standing on the road in front of the school, she suddenly felt dull.

The driver who was blocked stuck out her head and cursed, but she didn't even look at it, and finally turned around and walked in the opposite direction when the green light came on again.

Throwing the heavy schoolbag into the trash can is like throwing out all the pressure and burden, and even breathing is unblocked for a moment.

She just felt that her footsteps were lighter than ever before. She walked faster and faster, faster and faster, as light as a butterfly.

Leave the noisy city and go to a quiet corner.

I heard that there is a cafe in the city.

Step in there and you will find eternal peace and happiness.

She had dismissed it as urban legend, and now she desperately wishes it was true.

If it was there, she would give anything to get in, just to escape the suffocating daily life.

According to the rumors, there is no specific address for that cafe. It is only said that when you are helpless and want to hide yourself, there is a chance that you will find its existence in the corner of the city.

Some people say that they have seen it in the back street of the school.

In the dark corner, only it exudes a warm and bright light, as if guiding a lost child back to his mother's embrace.

It is also said that they encountered it in the back alley of the commercial street.

The sound of wind chimes was crisp, and the black cat squatted lazily in front of the door, wagging its tail, and its blood-red vertical pupils stared at the people passing by. But the silver-gray young man stopped him with a smile, saying that it was not time for him to enter the cafe yet.

She didn't know where the cafe was, and even according to the rumors, if someone looked for it out of pure curiosity, they would definitely not find it.

— because you are not yet qualified to walk into a café.

She was terrified that she could not even find such a small shelter.

If that's the case... the only choice left for her is to cross the river bridge.

"The way home is not in this direction, Miss, are you lost?"

A gentle and magnetic voice suddenly came from not far away, causing her to instinctively turn her head to look in the direction of the voice.

The silver-gray haired youth mentioned in the rumors smiled at her lightly, like a spring breeze, which made people unable to raise a trace of disgust or vigilance.

At the young man's feet, a black cat curled up lazily, and behind him was a cafe.

"You... hello."

She was a little flustered, but she hurriedly asked politely, "Excuse me, is this the Doll Cafe?"

"Indeed."

The young man nodded happily, but gracefully pointed her in the direction of leaving the alley, and said with a smile: "However, you are not yet in this cafe. Your mother is still waiting for you to eat. Go back, the sun is very bright." It will go down the mountain soon, and she will worry about you."

She blinked, took a few beats to react, and said in surprise: "How do you know? And the fact that my house is not in this direction - I never said that."

The young man shrugged nonchalantly, pointed at her school uniform with his slender fingers, and said, "The students who came home from school on weekends are not familiar with the alleys here and are looking for something, they have been looking around. The school uniform is clean and tidy, with traces of mending on the cuffs and fine stitching. Your mother loves you very much and takes good care of you."

"She knows that today is the day you go home, and she will definitely wait for you at home. But you are taking an unusual path, and the time to go home will definitely be delayed, which will make her worry."

The young man smiled and approached her with long legs, and then stood politely not far away. His appearance of a gentle gentleman looked harmless to humans and animals.

"Miss, have you ever tried to worry about your loved ones? Life feels like years."

He softened his voice, and said: "Your mother will be thinking wildly at home, worrying about whether you were in a car accident, or you were delayed by trouble, or even whether you were kidnapped or trafficked...all the social news she has seen, It will be the reason why she worries about you."

"Aren't you going to go home?"

Before she could answer, the young man nodded, and naturally made an inviting gesture: "Then, would you mind chatting with me? Tell me about your troubles."

She followed the young man's gestures, and at some point, two chairs appeared in front of the French windows of the cafe, and there were two cups of mellow and warm coffee on the coffee table.

The fragrance wafting over made her feel the urge to cry for a moment.

For some reason, she was reminded of the old memories, the sleepiness when she was studying at the desk, and the cup after cup of coffee that she had to hold her nose to drink, just to refresh herself, to become a learning machine, without the real sense of being alive, Never enjoyed the aroma of coffee either.

But now, the scene in front of me looks so warm and comfortable.

She walked over unconsciously, a little embarrassed and shy.

The young man saw through her discomfort early on, and his deliberately softened voice was full of reassurance and subconscious trust, while he guided the female student with a smile, and soon let her relax.

She held the beautiful bone china coffee cup in both hands, felt the warmth in her palms, concentrated on the exquisite pattern on the coffee cup, and looked a little cute when she sat on the chair.

"But why don't we go in?"

She looked back hesitantly.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, she could see the exquisite layout in the cafe. In the lit candlelight, someone in formal attire was sitting in front of the piano playing, and there were beautiful dolls everywhere.

Such a delicate and beautiful scene attracted her attention.

Curiosity for new things made her forget the pain before, and she couldn't help but want to ask the young man.

"Because you are a great person, you can continue to walk along your path, and there is an infinitely better future waiting for you."

The young man turned his eyes and glanced back, then withdrew his gaze. When he glanced at the black cat squatting at the door, the black cat was awakened suddenly, and its fur exploded all over.

After receiving the young man's gaze, it glanced at the girl sitting next to it, and then jumped forward with a light step, ready to rush into the girl's arms like a cannonball.

But the young man grabbed the back of the neck quickly with his eyesight and hands, and was immediately swayed in the air.

Black Cat: Aww! !

She was a little surprised, but saw the young man holding the cat and handing it to her.

"Do you like cats?"

He chuckled and said, "Lend it to you."

"Yes, can you?"

She took the cat in surprise, and when she touched the soft touch, she was as careful as holding the most precious gem in the world, lest she bump into the black cat.

The black cat looked up at her, then automatically nestled into a ball in her arms, squinted its eyes and dozed off, shaking its fluffy ears, no matter how the girl touched it, it would not resist.

A mass of warm life was in her arms.

This wonderful and warm feeling gradually dispelled her numbness, and she only felt that she was dragged back from another world and returned to this warm world.

Under the calm guidance of the young man, she slowly opened her heart and talked about herself.

The pain and pressure accumulated in my heart that I couldn't tell anyone in the past gradually vented out as I confide in the youth.

She felt that she had always been like the bowstring of a bow that had been stretched to its fullest, and she dared not slack off in the slightest. It was only at this moment that she was able to slowly express her pain and truly relax in the young man's gentle voice accompanied by coffee and the cat.

"I'm so tired...I don't know when it will end."

She stared blankly at her own face reflected in the coffee cup, and said, "I can't tell my parents this, they just scold me. I can't tell my classmates and friends, nor can my teacher. I...I don't know Where else can I go."

The young man is the best listener, he will gently listen to the girl's complaints and pain, and provide her with effective advice in due course. Whether it is studying or socializing, he is like an all-knowing encyclopedia, there is nothing he doesn't know.

Before the girl noticed, the rhythm of the conversation had been mastered by the young man, and her own pain gradually disappeared, and she was guided by the young man to turn to the sunny side.

"Really?"

She was a little surprised by the story the young man told her: "Is there really such a small town? Those people are too bad, how could they do that kind of thing."

"Listen to it as a funny little story."

The young man blinked his blue eyes at her, kindly and peacefully: "Have you ever seen snow? After the exam, go on a trip with your parents."

"There are too many scenery outside that you haven't seen, don't miss them. You will find that life is actually full of surprises."

She nodded with a smile, and was tickled by the young man's description, and gradually recovered her expectations for the future under his guidance.

"I really envy you for being able to travel so many places. It must be very interesting, right?"

She sighed, and said in a low voice: "Unfortunately, I don't even have a real friend, and I rarely travel far, except for the papers, which are papers, endless papers."

"Next time you want to chat with someone, come here."

The young man smiled and promised her: "You can come and see the cat, it will always be here with you, no matter what you say, it will be your loyal listener."

The girl was surprised: "Really!"

Black Cat: ...

It remembers, it seems to be the guardian of the dead...?

How do you feel that it is not a guardian now, but a goalkeeper? Just squatting in front of this door and not letting anyone into the cafe? ? ?

The black cat stared at the young man with its blood-red vertical pupils, condemning him.

The young man didn't take it seriously, and even asked the black cat to take the girl home.

"It's getting late, you really should go home."

He looked up at the golden-red sunset, squinted his eyes, and said, "If you don't go home, the food will be cold.