When it was a few minutes before nine o'clock, Liu Jing was woken up by the doorbell, and he opened his eyes with a dissatisfied expression.

The outside world was bright, the blue sky was covered with a yellow light curtain, and it was a little dazzling by the sun, Liu Jing rubbed his eyes and got up.

Who will knock on his door at this point?

Dressed in white pajamas, he walked down the long corridor and saw the girl wearing a white shirt, a small gray suit with four white bars on her arms, a gray high-waisted pleated skirt, and a pair of fleece loafers on her feet.

Liu Jing smiled and opened the door.

"Now, your breakfast. The girl picked up her breakfast and smiled happily.

"It's so early. Liu Jing motioned for her to walk in the door, then squatted down and took a pair of women's cotton slippers from under the shoe cabinet and put them at Dali's feet.

"Sister Yifei gave me the task, saying that she would accompany you. "Vigorously took off his shoes and put them on, and there was an illusion that Liu Jing was changing his shoes.

"Okay. Liu Jing got up and took the breakfast bag that Dali was carrying, and he found that Dali paid attention to these details, and bought a special breakfast bag, as well as a mezzanine and a cup slot.

Vigorously found that Liu Jing's movements would really make people unable to resist, so he put his left hand over and then took the bag from her right hand, which was smooth and natural, as if the two people were very intimate.

"What to do after eating. Liu Jing asked.

"Uh... Do you mean dating?"

"Otherwise?" Liu Jing smiled.

"The first time I heard that two people were dating from the man's house. He stuck out his tongue vigorously.

"Hahaha. Liu Jing smiled and walked to the living room with great strength.

They sat cross-legged on the carpet next to the couch, placed breakfast on the glass table, and began to plan.

I bought a lot of them, roasted wheat and soy milk fritters, two tea eggs, a box of xiaolongbao, two meat patties, and finally a bowl of white porridge, and the two of them chatted while eating.

"Why don't you sit down at the dining table?" asked vigorously, and then glanced at the decoration of Liu Jing's house, it seemed to be very casual, there was no specific style, the living room was minimalist, but the dining place was placed with a long wooden table similar to the ancient court, which had a feeling of fusion of modern and ancient.

"Breakfast was just a little simpler. ”

"Yes. Dali nodded pretending to understand, stupidly not knowing what he could say.

"Oh yes, Sister Yifei said that you are angry when you get up, why did I tell you to get up and you were not angry. He asked vigorously, completely unaware that he was digging a hole for himself.

"Because you're a pig, I don't want to be angry with a pig. Liu Jing took a sip of soy milk.

??? Dali looked puzzled.

"Oh?"

“.... Forget it, pigs are smart, you're not a pig. "Liu Jing.

I'm not even as good as a pig???

"So what am I. Dali asked stupidly, and his IQ dropped to the basin.

"You're a puppy. "Liu Jing.

"Huh?"

"It can only be a puppy, if it doesn't even look like a dog, then isn't it a pig and a dog? "Liu Jing.

“.... You're the real dog. Dali rolled his eyes, then suddenly remembered something and continued.

"No, you're a stupid cat. ”

This time, Liu Jing slowly typed a question mark.

"Cats like to bully puppies, and my friend's cat chases and beats dogs, just like you, and you keep bullying me. He said vigorously and seriously.

“.... When have I bullied you, my baby you're too late. ”

"Oh Huo!?" swallowed vigorously, a little nervous: "You.... Don't be ambiguous, refuse... Refuse to be ambiguous, from... It starts with me. ”

Liu Jing smiled, touched his little head, and spoke.

"Hurry up and eat, I'll take a shower after eating, and then I'll go out. ”

"Oh. "Vigorously obediently lowered his head and drank the soy milk, completely unaware that the soy milk had already been drunk, and the straw kept making a 'sucking and sucking' sound.

.... Alas. Liu Jing is helpless, silly boy.

...

Liu Jing went to take a bath, Zhuge Dali consciously cleaned up the table, sorted the garbage, and then sat on the sofa and waited obediently.

After sitting like this for a few minutes, a strange feeling suddenly came over me.

Eh, why am I sitting in Liu Jing's house, and he's still taking a shower?

He will come out and see me sitting here obediently, so cute, will he be animalistic, and then, tsk.

If he comes and grabs my hand and presses me against the couch, should I resist?

Resist, I'm afraid of hurting him, but if you don't resist, it's a bit bad to think about it.

.... Eh, what am I thinking, how could Liu Jing be such a person, who controlled my mind?

There was a constant sound of rushing water from the bathroom, Zhuge Dali blushed a little when he thought of that picture, and he could only control himself not to think about it, but the more this happened, the more difficult it was to control, as if he didn't want to control himself from imagining an elephant, a computer, a cup, the picture had appeared, and he couldn't erase it.

I'd better get up and take a walk.... Dali thought to herself, she felt like she would be suffocating if she couldn't sit here anymore.

So she stood up, intending to walk around and familiarize herself with the territory she would need to conquer in the future.

She first walked to the study, four bookcases, one for English books, one for Chinese books, there are a lot of bound editions, at first glance it is very special, I think it is the first draft of some writer friends, there is also a cabinet full of CDs and figures, the last cabinet is all notebooks and loose paper.

Vigorously, all his attention was concentrated on the last cabinet, and after a few glances, everyone was stupid.

It's all manuscripts!, she walked over and looked at a random one.

: You are not allowed to beat my uncle, my uncle is a good man, and he gives me bread, so you are not allowed to beat him.

This is Arlo's line, this is Arlo's line, when Alan met Arlo for the first time in the ice and snow, gave her a piece of bread, and then was beaten by the crowd for declaring blasphemous thoughts, Arlo, a little beggar, rushed into the crowd to protect him, and said to everyone.

"You are not allowed to beat my uncle, my uncle is a good man, and he gives me bread, so you are not allowed to beat him. ”

But how could people listen to a little beggar, they picked up the stick without the slightest hesitation, and the little beggar dared to stop it, so they would fight together!

Seeing that the stick was about to fall on Arlo's head, she was just a poor beggar who was skinny, this thick wooden stick was beaten down, maybe she was going to heaven to see her mother and ancestor, at the last moment, Alan pulled her into his arms, and then turned over to protect her under him, countless people kicked him in the back, and many sticks hit his body one by one, making a dull sound, as if a weak protest.

is such a person, he is beaten and reprimanded by the world because of his dreams, but he smiles at this little beggar who is the only one who defends him, with infinite brilliance and care in his eyes.

Because she believed in him and supported him, he had always actually loved her.

People's dreams, as long as there is one person to support it, it is enough.

It was at that moment that Arlo fell in love with Alan, she was his only fanatical believer, and she was willing to give everything she had for him, her soul, her body, her faith, anything.

Only if she is not addicted, she can't not be addicted, because only she can love him so much, love and be willing to lose all of herself, only her love of abandoning herself can make Allen have infinite confidence and motivation to support him to go on.

Zhuge Dali looked at the paper, and then turned to the back, which happened to be a painting.

It was a sketch of the saint Allo, who looked exactly like Huang Yao.

Blasphemy is a dream, and Arlo supports Alan's dream with all his love, and when Arlo dies, this love dissipates.

Alan actually didn't know, maybe even Liu Jing didn't know.

Why did he write Eren to death? Is it really just because he became the last god? Is it really just because his dream collapsed? The dragon slayer boy eventually became an evil dragon? Or is the dragon slayer boy gone, and there is no reason to slay the dragon anymore?

Isn't it the human side of God that destroys God in the end?

"What are you looking at?" Liu Jing's voice sounded behind him.

"Huh?" Zhuge turned around in a panic, and Liu Jing stood behind him and looked at her.

This time, she didn't hear his footsteps.