The fragrance of tea wafted in the conference room, and Miji's tea-making skills were undoubtedly skillful. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Purple pupils only looked at the teacups, and their eyes were a little dazed: "Why do you drink tea as soon as you sit down?" ”

"Aren't you hungry?" Miji poured the tea steadily, not a drop spilled out of the cup.

Hungry. It seems that Zitong didn't eat anything at all when she came here, only drank tea, could tea still be used as food?

"You look hungry, why do you stubbornly refuse to drink?" Miji took a sip of tea himself, frowning, as if the tea was too astringent.

The purple pupil didn't answer, and her eyes looked at the small droplets of water that rose up, a little fluttering.

"The prophesied you are self-respecting but not arrogant, obedient but not capricious. Although sometimes hysterical, but only when the mood is bad. When she's in a good mood, she doesn't smile or say anything, but she looks like a quiet girl. Extraordinary, yet understated. Miggie looked at Purple Pupil's eyes and fell into a trance, "Make sure your eyes are this elegant purple, just like her, so beautiful......" He said, as if Purple Pupil really appeared in his past, as if he had passed through it in his memory.

"Which guy prophesied?" Purple Hitomi felt that every word was in her heart, and she hated being seen so thoroughly!

Miji's lips moved slightly, and he said a familiar name: "Xinqi." ”

"Who the hell is Xinqi?" Purple Hitomi picked up a teacup and felt the urge to throw it to the ground.

"Don't be angry. Talk slowly. Miji took an unhurried sip of tea, "Xinqi, a legendary figure. I didn't cry when I was born, I just said 'it will rain tomorrow', and it really rained. He said a lot of things, and although they all had the tone of a baby, because they were all fulfilled, more and more people believed that he was a prodigy......"

Prophecy? Prodigy? Xinqi is really not simple. In Zitong's opinion, prophets should not all have white hair, or a large white beard, and deep eyes show wisdom, and the wrinkles on their foreheads show vicissitudes. But the Xinqi in her dream, no matter how you look at it, is a young handsome guy.

When he was 5 years old, he had an idea to apply all the good technology to the present through prophecy, so he started his design. His innovative designs made him famous, and many people wanted to design for him, and he was going to be a good designer, but one day when he was 18 years old, a girl appeared. ”

"Who's that girl?" Purple Hitomi interrupted the seemingly fictional story.

"Don't interject when listening to a story. You can ask when I'm done. Miji glared at the purple pupils, but he was not stunned at all, as if he was looking at a person who had been missing for a long time, "Xinqi just glanced at the girl, and knew that her life was imminent, and he wanted to protect her, so he joined the demon extermination team. ”

"Where were you then?" Purple Hitomi looked at Miggy and suddenly had a familiar feeling.

"I joined later, and these things were all told to us by Xinqi at that time." Miggie's face suddenly darkened, "We? Why am I the only one left now? ”

"What about them?"

"In one operation, they all died. Because I was the youngest on the team at the time, they all protected me, and I survived. When Xinqi died, he was only 20 years old. Miggey said with a long breath, relaxing the infarction.

Looking at the sad person in front of her, Zi Tong forgot what she wanted to ask, and just sighed that life is nothing more than from birth to death. Everyone is equal because everyone lives to the day they die. This world is really fair, giving Xinqi so many outstanding skills, but also taking away one of his most precious things - time.

"Against the world, what do you think?" Miji knew that the tea was astringent, but he still drank it all in one go.

"Against the world?" Purple pupils came back to their senses, "This world ...... How many new Qi can there be? ”

"It doesn't matter how many Xinqi you have, the important thing is that you will surpass him." Miggie's eyes were firm, "You're going to be the strongest." ”

"Really?" Zitong looked at the tea on the table and was cold, but she didn't have time to drink it.

Miji looked at the girl who was stunned and thought of something: "By the way, Xinqi said before that I left you a gift." ”

Gift? Is it a dream every night? How could it be...... Purple Hitomi asked, "What gift?" ”

He didn't say it at the time. Would you like to go to his former home to find out? Miji said as he straightened out the tea set.

"Where?"

"Look at it!" Migi lifted her head, revealing the perfect jaw arc.

Topmost...... Ceiling? It was a regular pentagonal caisson with a five-pointed star framed inside, and this geometric pattern didn't look special.

"Sit down." Miggy snapped his fingers as he spoke.

After a "snap", the chair where Purple Hitomi and Miji were sitting began to rise. The conference room, above, is the former residence of Xinqi?

That pentagonal pattern, slowly unfolding, blooming like a flower, everything happened so magically!

went up. Purple Hitomi got out of her chair and saw everything so unreal, as if in a classical sketch - only black, white, and gray colors. The furnishings are similar to the new dorm.

On one wall, a portrait hangs. Although the colors are monotonous, they are extremely realistic. The person in the painting is the Xinqi in the dream. In the dream, I couldn't see his facial features clearly, and his appearance stopped in the painting, and she stood in front of the painting, so she could appreciate it carefully.

"This is what Xinqi looks like." Miji said and walked over to look, "Is he handsome?" ”

Handsome. Like a warrior who has just returned from a battlefield killing, he walks into the painting, his black cloak still fluttering in the wind. The extraordinary temperament of the whole body seems to burst out of the painting. A handful of bangs on the forehead covered the eyebrows, but they couldn't cover the eyes—although the pupils in the painting were gray, they felt like a wise turquoise blue. His eyes are proud in the painting, who is he staring at? The bridge of the nose is high, there is a kingly demeanor, and the lips are tightly closed, but there seems to be something to tell. With his left hand in his trouser pocket and a corner of his cloak in his right hand, he stands in the middle of the painting, as if waiting for someone's return......

Purple Pupil stared blankly at the person in the portrait, wishing he had come out of the painting, no, he had already walked out, just walked into her dream.

"See what?" Miji looked at the purple eyes and asked.

Purple Pupil wanted to tell him that she dreamed of Xinqi, just like the person in the painting, but she didn't believe Miji very much, so she could only say perfunctorily: "No." ”

"Then you'll have time to take a look." Miji said and sat down in his chair, "There's a sensing place under the chair, you draw that pentagon pattern, and it will go up." ”

"Hmm. It's time for me to go back to my new dorm and rest. Purple Hitomi also sat down on the chair and traced the pattern on the chair's sensor with her fingers, and the chair fell......

Fell into a dream.

Xinqi is still standing in front of him, but he is more out of reach than the stars in the sky. He's tall, he can do so well, and she's just a humble passerby. He died, and so many people miss him; When she dies, no one may know that she ever existed in this reverse world.

She obviously had a lot of things to ask, and she wanted to know in her heart, but she couldn't bear to say it, and let the silence torment this dream for a long time. She was learning to let go of the silly longing she had had before—the desire to know the answer, but what if she knew?

"Don't you speak?" Xinqi approached her step by step.

"I feel inferior in the presence of great men." It's an honest answer, but it only exists in dreams - because in reality, it is impossible to make Purple Pupil think she is humble!

"Then you don't treat me as a great man, I'm actually very ordinary."

Ordinary? What an irony! He is ordinary, then she is not even as ordinary.

"It's so modest to be ordinary!" The purple pupil's eyes were misty, and it was impossible to see whether he was in a painting or a dream, anyway - it was all fake! Anyway - he's dead!

"You can surpass me."

"You're all dead, and there's no point in surpassing you."

"From the circle you drew today, you can see that you are very ambitious."

"Did you know I drew a circle?"

"Hmm. I also prophesied that you would be the fourth person to throw me in the towel. ”

"What about the other three?" Purple Hitomi looked at those blue eyes, and a familiar feeling appeared again, "Don't tell me they're all dead." ”

"Indeed, their sisters are dead, but, my bosom friend - still ......" Xinqi shook his black cloak, his dreams began to blur, and his voice drifted far and wide......