Being sent to the hospital on the road, Mo Xiaotian slept for a day.

According to the doctor's examination results, she had no problems at all, and the most likely thing was that she fainted due to low blood sugar.

Yi Cheng certainly knew it wasn't low blood sugar.

This is personality regression.

Yi Cheng looked at her nervously.

During this time, basically the goddess of literature dominated this body.

He wasn't sure who was in Mo Xiaotian's body right now.

The goddess of literature?

Or Mo Xiaotian's own Tian?

Judging from what she said before she fainted, it should be that Mo Xiaotian's personality in her body has recovered.

……

By the next night, Mo Xiaotian finally woke up.

She blinked wide-eyed and silently surveyed the room.

Yi Cheng leaned his face over.

"What?"

Mo Xiaotian pulled the quilt to his face, only revealing a pair of eyes and looking at Yi Cheng a little shyly outside.

Yi Cheng propped his hands beside her and looked at her for a long time.

"Who are you?"

"Huh?"

Mo Xiaotian looked at him like an idiot.

"Oh, Mo Xiaotian."

Yi Cheng nodded and sat back.

"Do you look disappointed?" The lower part of Mo Xiaotian's face was covered by the quilt, and his eyes narrowed into slits.

"Huh." Yi Cheng sent her a hehe.

Now that Mo Xiaotian's personality is back, as long as he is sure that the goddess of literature is still there, he should be at ease.

"There's so much nonsense, can you go, if you can, we'll take the train home tomorrow."

"Absolutely."

Mo Xiaotian jumped off the bed and moved his muscles.

Seeing her in a hospital gown, her short ear-length hair was scattered over her forehead, coupled with that slap face and big watery eyes.

Yi Cheng felt like a junior high school student standing in front of him.

To some extent, Mo Xiaotian is quite cute.

Now it's time to determine the time for the goddess of literature.

Yi Cheng was a little relieved to see her vibrant appearance.

He stood up and began to pack his things.

"Wait." Mo Xiaotian turned halfway through the movement, crossed his waist and turned his head.

A puzzle flashed in her big sparkling eyes.

"What did you just say? Taking the train home? Why take the train home? ”

"Otherwise, are we flying?" Yi Cheng snorted disdainfully, "Although the program team can reimburse economy class, I don't have enough money, and the train ride is stable and ......."

Yi Cheng's hand as he collected the water glass suddenly stopped.

Mo Xiaotian also looked at him in a daze.

"So...... Do you remember what it was yesterday? Yi Cheng swallowed nervously.

"What kind of nonsense, of course yesterday was ......"

Halfway through Mo Xiaotian's words, he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

"September 20? Is that right? ”

She asked cautiously.

"Heh, hehe......"

The corners of Yi Cheng's mouth twitched a little weirdly, which made Mo Xiaotian feel inexplicably afraid.

"Are you mocking or laughing?"

"I—I don't know."

Yi Cheng's eyes wandered for a while, "Don't be kidding, okay?" ”

Yes, Mo Xiaotian must be joking.

Her memory could not have stopped at September 20.

After all, they still went to Yuhuangdao together, and they also participated in the Chinese Poetry Conference together.

"But speaking of which," Mo Xiaotian put his hands behind his back and thought silently, "I really wanted to have a long dream, dreaming that my personality had also changed, and I participated in the Chinese Poetry Conference with you."

We seem to have won the title of the champion for 8 consecutive years......"

Bang.

The schoolbag in Yi Cheng's hand fell and smashed to the ground.

Hit him in the foot.

Mo Xiaotian looked at him suspiciously, "Aren't you in pain?" ”

Her two eyebrows were twisted together, "I feel pain when I see it." ”

"I, I hurt."

Yi Cheng looked pained.

It was at this moment that his heart felt like it had been struck.

It was raining lightly outside.

Yi Cheng looked at the rain line in the air motionlessly.

They are so beautiful, colorful, transparent, pure from heaven.

In his brain, pieces of memory are like time replaying, flashing in his brain like a marquee—

"Yes."

A cold, haughty face appeared in his brain.

She said with a blank face, "I am your goddess of literature." ”

"What about Mo Xiaotian?"

"I'm her too. But it wasn't her. ”

……

She picked up a small alley and slipped inside.

Yi Cheng followed her.

The two of them walked in front of each other, with a tacit understanding, and neither of them spoke.

The alley is getting deeper and deeper.

There is a pile of garbage all around.

Occasionally, a few stray cats can be seen jumping around the street corner.

"Wow."

Mo Xiaotian let out a joyful exclamation.

She took a few steps forward and crouched down at the base of a wall.

At this time, the goddess of literature, when she saw small animals, her eyes were soft, happy, and full of childlike fun.

Just like a little girl, her eyes sparkled.

……

I followed it a little further.

Both men stopped at the same time.

It's a dead end.

“emmm……”

Mo Xiaotian: Well, there was no result for a long time.

"You don't really know where your home is, do you?" Yi Cheng covered his face in pain.

She puffed out her mouth angrily.

The lost goddess of literature.

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"Want to learn? Otherwise, I'll teach you. ”

Mo Xiaotian wiped his hands casually and stood up from his chair.

"Dance?"

Mo Xiaotian stood in front of Yi Cheng and spread his palms out in front of him with a proud expression.

"Okay, let's talk about it first, don't blame me for stepping on your foot later."

Yi Cheng held out his hand.

"Hypocrisy!"

The goddess of literature clasped his palm with her backhand.

Yi Cheng still remembers the warmth that came from his fingertips that day.

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In the ward.

With the thunder light that sounded outside.

Yi Cheng struggled to turn his gaze.

It became dark.

He suddenly realized something-

During this time, only the goddess of literature has been with him, not Mo Xiaotian.

All, whether it's the one dancing with him or the one frolicking, is the goddess of literature.

This damn guy-

All the time one person plays two roles.

That night in Yuhuangdao, she herself was obviously scared to death that she might disappear in the future, but she used Mo Xiaotian's identity to tell all this.

Tell how scared she was.

Tell how much she wants to stay.

Yi Cheng smiled bitterly.

This hypocrisy.

"And ......," the goddess of literature rubbed her arms, tears welling up in her eyes, "and the time I have at my disposal seems to be getting shorter and shorter lately, I don't know...... With the passage of time, I still do not exist. ”

This tsundere.

"What will happen to her if the quest is cleared?"

After a while, the goddess of literature asked.

"Me and her, Mo Xiaotian and the Goddess of Literature," the Goddess of Literature opened her mouth hesitantly and let out a sigh-like smile, "Which one do you prefer?" ”

"I ......"

"If, in the end, there will only be one of her and I left, who will you choose?"

"I ......"

Yi Cheng closed his eyes and covered his head uncomfortably.

"I hope you all stay."

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