Zhang San understands what has been lost: love!

Oh my God, no love!

Of course he knew the word, and his memory was still so clear, but now he couldn't think of anything related. Like a person who was born blind, listening to everyone explain various expressions of "white", he just can't imagine the color of white in his mind.

“…… What kind of white is the black in front of you? What kind of white is the white you say...... Did God cover the curtain before my eyes and forget to lift ......"

Zhang San suddenly experienced this indescribable despair. The word "love" that is so familiar has been stripped of all its connotations in my own life.

Fear came like a tidal wave: the innate love had become so empty.

"Wow, don't panic, hurry up and go through Lin Ting's information, didn't you sprinkle dog food every day before?"

"Oh my God, I don't think I've been in touch with her for a few days?"

"Wow, hurry, look at the previous chat, maybe you can find out what love is......"

"Oh my God, don't let the system erase all the information. ”

……

He hurriedly picked up his mobile phone, clicked on the message, and the chat history with Lin Ting was there. He kept flipping forward, and he quickly turned to the information before the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Since that day, he has chatted with Lin Ting less and less, and in recent days, he has almost stopped contacting.

The information that used to be turned out one by one, Zhang San looked at it carefully, hoping to find the feeling of love in it.

However, he felt "bored". Those bits and pieces that used to enjoy it, at this time, seem to be all nonsense.

Interspersed with mutual care, it is so boring to read.

The little temptation of mutual intimacy is so contrived......

What's wrong?, he froze. Without love, their interactive chats are like the most rubbish soap scripts, repetitive, trivial, uninteresting, and superficial......

……

"Wow, I can't give up, continue to see if there are any changes after the Mid-Autumn Festival, maybe I can find some differences from it. Xiao Ming kept cheering.

"Oh my God, quick, keep watching, watch carefully, keep watching......" It was rare for the two villains to unify their thoughts.

……

Zhang San then flipped down. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Lin Ting sent a message that a drink shop had opened next to the school, and asked him to invite her and Tianyu juice when he came over. I only replied with one word: "Okay." ”

From that day on, no matter what message Lin Ting sent, he always replied simply: yes, yes, hehe, busy, and then ......

He didn't even reply to a whole sentence.

Lin Ting warned him, and even threatened to leave him, and his defense was very simple: don't make trouble.

Then, it becomes several messages a day, one a day, one for several days......

He analyzed the date, and after the Mid-Autumn Festival, he never took the initiative to send greetings.

Zhang San knew that Lin Ting was a little vain, but she also had a little pride that she clinged to, and she treated her like this, I don't know how sad she was behind her silence?

Your own love should be the first thing to be sucked away. Is this something you don't really care about?

……

"Wow, hurry up and see the chat with your parents. It's innate love and won't be pumped so cleanly......"

"Oh my God, hurry, don't be stunned, look at your parents' ......"

……

Zhang San flipped to the chat with his parents. It was originally in the chat history of my mother who talked a lot, but now she is basically speaking alone. What do you eat every day?Go to bed early and pay attention to your body's reminders......

He still didn't feel it. So boring, nagging......

Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, there will be a few more words without nutrition. After the Mid-Autumn Festival, most of my answers were: Well, I know, I'm busy......

Recently, my mother is still nagging, and my father has also reminded me to pay attention to my body. But he often only replies with one expression, and he doesn't even want to type.

He was so cold that he even drained his love for his parents.

……

"Wow, don't worry, let's take a look at the record with Hu Kaichen. Didn't the bodyguards say that there is also mutual respect and love between the gentlemen. ”

"Oh my God, quick, look at Hu Kaichen's ......"

……

Zhang San turned to the record with Hu Kaichen, which was not much. After the private club was separated that day, there was no reply to his messages at all. After Hu Kaichen sent it a few times, he didn't send it anymore.

He looked at the last piece of information: Are you still the same Zhang San you used to be?

I haven't replied.

Zhang San was desperate, and in this information, he clearly felt that he had an emotional blank. Some kind of throbbing that should have been there can never be recovered.

……

"Wow, there's still a little hope, Xiao He's gaze is like a foil. Xu Fuzhi, a person with emotional intelligence, said that there was a lot of love stored in it. The emotion contained in the product of the system may not be lost. Although you don't love her, you can experience what it's like to be loved. ”

"Oh my God, quick, look at Xiao He's ......"

……

Zhang San took out the eye-to-eye imaging foil. Xiao He smiled brightly, turned his face slightly, and looked at himself happily. He stared for a long time, thoughtless.

After gaining strength, Zhang San's memory became very powerful. He tried to recall what he had experienced after noon on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The content that should be related to love is clearly recalled, but the content is only literal, but it does not bring emotional changes.

This life-shifting system is so terrifying!

The love with his girlfriend, the love for his parents, and the love between his friends have all disappeared cleanly, and there is no trace of it anymore. It's like a color painting, the colors that represent love have become nothingness.

On the way back that day, after making money by himself, he also talked about how to surprise Lin Ting, how to be filial to his parents, and how to invite his friends to dinner...... When I agreed to the system in the rental house, I never thought about them again.

Xiao He should have a good impression of himself, and the bits and pieces of casual words were also summarized by him, which should be an obvious secret confession. In particular, the scene of sending oneself to each other at the end is very consistent with the love token recorded in the book. Because without love, he has no experience.

system, even "being loved" is withdrawn.

He also remembered that that time in the food stall, Hu Kaichen mentioned that the system would regret it, not that the organs could take anything. At that time, he opened the five fingers of his left hand, turned his bangs up, opened his bloodshot eyes, looked around and thought: "As long as the price is enough, will it not be able to buy?!" The most important thing on the earth is people, including the organs inside. ”

Even the great love for one's fellow human beings is gone. I've never been so ruthless. No wonder he complained when he saw that Zhou Biao's left hand was useless.

The following bodyguards are right: rich but loveless, unkind!

……

"Wow, last hope, you try to remember how you feel about Huaien. ”

"Oh my God, quick, try to reminisce ......"

……

The scene of that day, for Zhang San now, can be replayed in slow motion. He carefully reviewed any details and found that there were no emotions mixed in except for male impulses. All the places that point to love become vacant.

……

"Wow, don't you love money the most? Think about how you feel about wealth......

"Oh my God, quick, think about the money, lots and lots of money......"

……

Wealth. Zhang San has abstract numbers left in his heart, and an almost paranoid possessiveness for numbers, where is the difference between love and non-love?

Zhang San put down the phone dejectedly, opened the five fingers of his left hand, but did not dare to comb it, flipped the back of his hand, and rubbed his bangs a little more obliquely. I thought to myself: I was really sucked away from love, and I was sucked away from what the system called and I didn't care much about.

Oh my God, who doesn't care!

He also remembered the recording that day, Zhang San's song, and he could no longer sing the charm of the past. Because it's a love song, you need to show love, you don't have love, you only have skills left, how can you resonate?!

Shift the system, you are the big liar......

Suddenly, Zhang San was stunned again, as if he was mourning.

was sucked away of love, and he should be full of hatred, but only fear remained. The system has not only sucked away love, but also hate. He can't even hate the system!

"You already have inhuman power, now take one thing, are you willing?" the system's invitation pulled Zhang San's thoughts back again.