Worry.

It was supposed to be the moment to talk, but Wen Cheng smiled because of the vision in front of him.

It's like seeing her heart, and the world of great magic is within reach.

What is the flesh?

So it's not so much a duty as a career for her.

For this reason, the cause of forgetting to sleep and eat.

Wen Cheng looks at poetry,

"I have someone I like who says magicians aren't a great profession......"

Guys who are forbidden to do conspicuous things and can only hide at home and study alone. What's more, she has reached the ultimate on this road, and she has endured a hundred times more loneliness.

Why did you embark on this path? In the absence of your father, you obviously have more choices. Go to a normal school, become a normal person, and you can be several times happier with your talents.

What kind of magic do you want to learn? What kind of children should you save? Why are you always on your own and busy?

"What the hell should I ...... How to deal with her? ”

Suddenly there was a choked voice.

Wen Cheng's fists were shaking.

Why can't you even say something like protecting her?

Why do you have to find a series of reasons to cover this feeling?

But every time I see her indifferent eyes, my heart is cut like a knife!

Can you answer me poetry?

At this moment, only you can listen to me.

His body was about to melt, but Wen Cheng's mind was expanded several times.

In a trance, tears were swept away by the wings.

"Only by bearing these things alone," the poem says, "is the great magician who makes miracles again." But no matter how incredible it is, it's not worth it for you to get this far. ”

So what is it about me that is in my heart?

The distress of not being able to help keeps falling.

Grow up with her, get lost together, and protect our loved ones together.

But as she grew up, why did she become more and more heartbroken?

Because she's a stubborn princess, can't I let her be placed?

Where did she go? Why hasn't it come?

I'd be glad she's not on the battlefield.

If you can't see her by your side, you will feel lost.

If there is anything that is lingering, it is to watch her sit in the car and leave, and there is no tenderness in her eyes.

I shouldn't have let her go alone.

At that moment, many images appeared in Wen Cheng's mind.

Delusion blooms, awe-inspiring red eyes.

The sun has fallen, and they look at each other and smile in the ruins.

Dappled golden light, snapping fingers on the back of the skirt.

The sandalwood breath handed over to the pillow.

Holding his stomach and making fun of the little fool.

By the ambulance, a smile fell from afar in the blue blanket.

The back of the screen.

With a small face full of grievances, but can only be expressed with anger.

The sound of relaxation in the speakers.

The people on the stage looked at each other and cried.

A tear-stained smile on a rainy night.

You're so cute no matter what time you are.

Sincerity is blocked. What the hell should I do?!

Youth, what is it?

Looking at Wen Cheng, who was getting more and more painful, the poem raised the golden scepter.

"It's a little late, but it's fine."

What the?

Wen Cheng came back to his senses, and farther ahead was a girl in a red sweater.

The waist-length crimson hair hung down one by one, bright red pupils, and lips slightly upturned.

"Come here." She looked heroic and awe-inspiring.

"I, me?" Wen Cheng pointed to himself.

Who else?! She was silent and glared at Wen Cheng.

Wen Cheng ran desperately while panting for breath with his heartbeat accelerating.

Wait a minute...... Where is this?!

A dim street lamp, with the remains of a mechanical dog behind it.

That time I laughed excitedly, but I couldn't laugh at the moment.

Because the girl's figure is becoming transparent.

"Hey, stupid." She burst out laughing, then turned her back.

？？？！

"It's your hypothesis, don't get caught up in it," the voice of the poem came in her ears, "time is running out, what do you want to say to her?" ”

"yes, stupid, what do you want to say to me?" The long-haired girl quietly turned her head and smiled cutely.

There is a lot I want to say, but I can only say ......

"Thank you." Wen Cheng said in a choked voice.

"Thank you for saving you?" She turned, the headlights flashing across her face.

"No!"

"No?" She suddenly looked a little annoyed, and smiled smugly, "Could it be that your secondary two disease was cured by me?" ”

"Don't you understand?" Wen Cheng lowered his head, and his voice began to tremble.

You know, you say! The girl glared at him.

There was no time for them.

"Be careful!" Yoo Jin pulled him behind him.

There are more and more mechanical dogs, and this space is not what Wen Cheng expected.

He turned his gaze in all directions, and the dim planes and street lamps stretched endlessly into the distance. The heat of the concrete floor spreads through the shoes to the soles of the feet.

Without time to think about this, the two quickly stood back to back, facing the oncoming mechanical dog tsunami, and fought without saying a word.

No!

It's not what I want!

I don't want to fight, I don't want you to fight!

If only there was a world without magic and without war!

"Knock knock." It was a knock on the door.

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Under the night sky, the city of Hangzhou is in early spring, the skyscrapers along the river are brightly lit, and the West Lake is sleeping surrounded by green mountains.

In a dark residential building in the west of the city, a desk lamp is lit in a window.

"Wen Cheng, Teacher Qi just called and said that you sleep again during the day, so at least you should hurry up and write your homework now." Mother's voice came from outside the door.

"Oh......" The boy who had just woken up looked up dissatisfiedly and rubbed his eyes.

Is this in the room? What about computers?

The buzzing host sound is gone.

Wen Cheng looked at his right hand holding the pen, and in front of him was an endless sea of questions.

He wondered why he was thinking about those boring fantasies as he turned on the screen of his phone.

The computer was confiscated by his mother in the second year of high school, and the mobile phone can also do many alternative things.

What are you thinking? Is.

He picked up his phone and clicked it.

This is followed by the sound of chat bubbles popping.

"Did you sleep?" Wen Cheng asked.

"If you're talking about her, she's doing her homework."

I didn't expect the eldest lady to reply so quickly.

"What are you doing?"

This kind of question is usually not answered by her, but for some reason, the more she is in the days when the college entrance examination is coming, the faster she replies.

"Listen to songs and read novels, what about you."

What am I doing? I'm talking to you.

She must have been lying on the bed, as there was only one chair there.

"Listen to what?"

"Pollini."

"Does it sound good?" Wen Cheng asked.

"Ten years." She replied.

Decade? What decade?

"At the age of 17, my career peaked, and I went back to study for ten years."

It turned out to be Pollini, and Wen Cheng was about to answer, when he heard a pop again.

"It's not like some half-ass."

Hehe, why do you always tease me with old things?

"Have you decided which one to take?" He asked.

After waiting for a long time without answering, he then asked, "I mean you." ”

"Maybe go abroad, my dad contacted me with a university, anyway, it's a mess."

It turns out that she is going abroad, too, the eldest lady should not worry about food and clothing.

"What about you?" She asked suddenly.

"No test."

"Why?" The screen replied quickly.

"I figured it out, I like magic and words," Moon Seung straightened his spirit, "maybe I'll write books to support myself." ”

Let's face the reality, even if you write a book, you have to work hard, you have to learn more skills, and you have to persevere, only in this way can you help Su Meng pay the tuition.

"Just you?"

Seeing these two words, Wen Cheng's eyes showed a trace of loss.

He opened the drawer, and inside were layers of manuscripts, the story of what he had written halfway through and then given up.

There are countless heroic tragedies in it, but they have disappeared into the non-existent universe.

"Hey, your brain is down?" The phone buzzed.

"Your vocabulary has improved."

After Wen Cheng finished sending this sentence, he felt a little rude, and was ready to send something to try to remedy it.

And Liu Zhen quickly replied,

"What an idealism."

"It's you who is idealistic."

refuted like this, but Wen Cheng showed a hint of loss.

The guy with hopeless grades and no one to take care of. I don't have any other skills, so I'll keep writing it down.

Maybe you won't be able to write anything in your life, so loneliness is no worse than you.

Don't go back?

Angry?

It's okay, anyway, the day after tomorrow will be separated.

The beauties at the same table will never be seen again......

Wen Chengzheng wanted to post something, but saw a line of words.

"Why don't we pounce together?"

In the dark room, under the dim lamp, only wordless choking remained.

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In the square at night, the poetry that was about to disappear held up Wen Cheng's face, and the touch of his fingers was definitely transmitted.

"Do you have an answer to your heart?"

Is it? Am I lying to myself all the time?

Meng'er ...... What should I do?

"Goodbye, then."

Before he could accept Wen Cheng's farewell, leaving one last smile, the goddess of light disappeared before his eyes.

The white light of the circle dissipated, leaving only the smoke and scorching nicks.

The quiet square, the evening breeze gusting, and the battle to continue, but he collapsed and was powerless, and he was already in tears.

It doesn't matter if you win or something, because you haven't even achieved your own consummation!

Do what you want.

So......

You and me, who have ignored this time, last time, and even countless orders.

Stubborn you and me.

You and I have been arguing.

……

Yoo Jin.

What the hell am I supposed to do to you?!

Where the hell have you been?!

It was nine o'clock, and the roar of a Davidson 1200 could be heard in the distance.