"I have to leave first," Xian Cheng looked at his watch, and another sentence interrupted Yi Lin's thoughts, "See you next time." ”

"Maybe we'll see you in two days." Yi Lin remembered the GM contest of Musou Company and muttered quietly.

Xian Cheng didn't answer him, just put his things away and walked out the door.

"............" Yilin watched Xian Cheng go out, listened to the footsteps gradually fade away, pursed his lips, and stood motionless.

"It's like a stranger." Blue Frost's voice sounded, and this time it was no longer a data stream.

Yi Lin turned his head to look, and a 3D projection of a blue faceless man appeared next to the main console, facing him.

Although there were no facial features on that face, Yi Lin could tell that Blue Frost was looking at him.

"He hadn't seen me in the first place." Yi Lin shrugged.

"No," Blue Projection shook his head slightly, "It's not 'Yi Lin' and Xian Cheng, it's 'Xian Yu' and Xian Cheng - like strangers." ”

"............" Yi Lin lowered his head slightly and did not say a word.

"Can two years really make a close friend a stranger?" Blue Frost continued.

“…… Dedication is Wu Yue as one, and pride is the way to go. Yi Lin muttered quietly.

"'Ten Thoughts of Emperor Taizong)," Lan Shuang said in one sentence, "The whole sentence is'...... The husband is worried, and he will wait for it wholeheartedly; Vested ambition, then indulge in pride. Dedication is Wu Yue as one, and arrogance is the flesh and blood for the ...... road'. ”

Halfway through speaking, Lan Shuang's words changed: "But this is between the king and the people, and this is different. When a loved one leaves, he should miss each other even more. Not to mention the death of a loved one. ”

"Even if you witness the death of a stranger, you will have a sympathetic sadness, feel sad for the passing of another life in this world, and feel a faint fear and confusion because death is coming to you, even if this feeling is fleeting, people will soon gradually forget it......" Blue Frost spoke very slowly.

"The death of a loved one should be more sad, not to mention the kind of 'white-haired person sending black-haired person' when parents lose their son - of course your father doesn't have white hair yet, but shouldn't 'black-haired people send black-haired people' more sad?"

Blue Frost said at the end, and changed an adjective to modify sadness. "Sorrow" is more sad than "sorrow" and "sorrow", and it may still not be able to describe the mood of a loved one when he dies.

But Xian Cheng's performance is indeed too calm, there is no sadness at all, and when he talks about "death" and "inheritance", it is as calm as saying "I have eaten".

It's like ...... It's like Xian Yu is not dead at all, and he is still alive and well.

"He knows that after Xian Yu's 'death', he will exist in the form of data and become 'Yilin'?" Yi Lin tentatively guessed.

"I don't know." As soon as Yi Lin's words fell, Lan Shuang replied without thinking.

"Oh?" Yi Lin raised his eyebrows, waiting with interest for the following.

"I said I don't know, not that he doesn't." Lan Shuang noticed that Yi Lin had misunderstood the rather ambiguous answer, and added.

“…… Oh. Yi Lin looked disappointed and lowered his head.

The atmosphere fell into a brief silence.

"Look up." Blue Frost spoke suddenly.

"How-" Yi Lin slowly spoke in confusion, and raised his head, but he didn't say the second half of his sentence.

Yi Lin looked at Blue Frost, dumbfounded.