Chapter 117: Zhuang Zhou Mengdie (One Hundred and Sixteen) Personal Summary
Mo Chen pointed at Zheng Yi, and he said, "Okay!" I'll wait until I get back and I'll clean you up. â
Zheng Yi pointed his finger "OK", lowered his eyebrows and pondered, while saying, "In terms of obsession, I am much stronger than all of you, and I remember everything since I came here." But...... It's strange to say, I can't just remember what the name of this theme is. â
"Is there any smoke?" Mo Chen said.
Zheng Yi was stunned, put his hands in his pockets, and after a long time, he finally turned out half a pack of deflated cigarette boxes. Mo Chen twitched and raised his eyebrows on the side, and reached out to take the cigarette handed to him by Zheng Yi with disgust, this cigarette box didn't know that it had been in Zheng Yi's pocket for too long, and the cigarettes inside were all softly bent and half-broken.
Zheng Yi was dissatisfied with Mo Chen, "It's good to have some draws, it's okay, okay?!" â
Mo Chen held the thin cigarette body with both hands, and the tips of his index fingers helplessly plugged the "loopholes" on the cigarette body, took a hard puff of the cigarette, and comfortably spit out a smoke ring.
Mo Chen said, "Looking back on what we have experienced when we came here, it seems that all the people and things we have encountered are persuading us to stay here and never think about going back." So, I guess, will the name of the theme we enter be a pleasure? â
"Poof~~cough cough......" Zheng Yi couldn't help laughing, but choked on a puff of smoke and coughed again and again.
After a long time, Zheng Yi calmed down, and he said, "The others will put it aside, just say that you, you have been controlled by the Dong family's parents for so long from the beginning, do you think, with what happened to you, you deserve a musical word?" â
"Alas...... Also. Mo Chen sighed.
Zheng Yi said again, "What's more...... Our brothers are still here, which means that the name is wrong! â
Mo Chen asked strangely, "Are you so sure, as long as we, the players, someone remembers the name of the theme, we can leave here?" â
Zheng Yi shook his head and said correctively, "It's not that I think of it, I have to say it!" â
"How do you know?" Mo Chen asked.
Zheng Yi said solemnly, "I guess." â
âCīŧâ Mo Chen glanced at Zheng Yi.
In the following time, Mo Chen said almost all the four-character idioms that he could read, while Zheng Yi on the side said some inconsequential words according to the meaning of the idioms Mo Chen said. For example, when Mo Chen said that painting the ground is a prison, Zheng Yi will mumble a sentence and run out of the prison forever.
I don't know how long it was, so long that Mo Chen gave up and lay on the ground, Zheng Yi sat cross-legged next to Mo Chen, boringly tearing the extinguished cigarette holder in his hand, and the ground in front of him was full of scraps of the cigarette holder.
"Eh, old god, how do you feel here?" Mo Chen stared aimlessly at the drop stone on the top of the cave and asked.
Zheng Yi smiled lightly and said, "Me? Do you feel it...... Happiness. â
Mo Chen glanced at him and said with a smile, "Look at the cheap look on your face." But then, Mo Chen saw that the smile on Zheng Yi's face gradually disappeared, and he felt a little more lonely.
Actually, just now Mo Chen wanted to ask Zheng Yi, how did he get here? And, what about the others? Where do they all go? The important thing is that when you say goodbye to Zheng Yi, he never mentions Ying'er again.
The love of this young couple has always been inseparable, and Zheng Yi told Mo Chen more than once that he would not go back with Mo Chen and them, because his lifelong wish was to find Ying'er, and here was his paradise.
Mo Chen secretly guessed in his heart, perhaps, Ying'er in this world is also fake, right? Or maybe she just looks too much like Ying'er in Zheng Yi's heart, or maybe this Ying'er's mission is just like the guardian of space, her face is like Meng Xinyao, in order to trap Mo Chen here.
Zheng Yi suddenly touched Mo Chen's arm, Mo Chen came back to his senses, and Zheng Yi asked, "What the hell?" Those eyes looked at me. â
Mo Chen looked away and said, "Who looks at you, don't be sentimental!" Swallowing his saliva, Mo Chen asked Zheng Yi a little lonely, "You say...... Haiting is still smart, what is life like for them in this world?! â
As soon as he thought of Haiting falling from the tower in front of him, Mo Chen's heart was unconsciously painful, and at that time, he himself was also sealed with his original memory, so he would dislike and hate Haiting several times. Now Mo Chen regretted it very much, if at that time, he could be rational and smart enough, using only part of the recovered memories to analyze everything that happened to them, it was actually arranged by fate.
Or, he can care more about Haiting, so that he doesn't indulge in the plot too deeply, and easily give up his young life for the sake of false characters and false life experiences.
Unconsciously, Mo Chen thought of that question again, the reason why a person became himself "Zhang San, Li Si, Wang Wu~~~", is it because he is "Zhang San~~", or is it just because he has "Zhang San's memory".
Thinking of this, suddenly, Mo Chen sat up violently, startled Zheng Yi. Zheng Yi raised his eyebrows and glanced at Mo Chen, "What about the corpse!" Scared me. â
Mo Chen grabbed Zheng Yi's wrist and said excitedly, "I seem to be thinking about it." â
"Whoosh! Say it quickly. Zheng Yi said with interest.
Mo Chen frowned anxiously, people sometimes are always like this, the sentence that they want to say, or try to think of a very important thing, but they are always at the most critical point, they can't say it, they can't think of it.
Seeing Mo Chen's appearance, Zheng Yi was amused and giggled, and simply assisted Mo Chen.
Zheng Yi asked, "Idioms?" Or is it a colloquialism? Pun? â
"Idioms." Mo Chen said hesitantly.
"A few words?" Zheng Yi asked.
Mo Chen scratched his hair depressedly and said, "Please!" If I think of it so comprehensively, I can just say it, why wait for you to ask me. It's just that it feels right, but I can't tell how to describe the feeling in my heart. â
âCīŧ You're really embarrassed. Zheng Yi said.
Then, he still didn't give up and asked, "Then tell me, how do you feel in your heart now?" â
Mo Chen shook his head and muttered, "It's not my feelings, I just suddenly remembered Haiting, the huge psychological pressure he was under before committing suicide." Those accusations from the outside world, those who have nothing to do with him, but these are not really what he should endure in his own real life. So ......"
"So what?" Zheng Yi asked.
Mo Chen held his breath, and the two looked at each other, waiting for Mo Chen to say what was next. Mo Chen exhaled a long breath, his face was dead, and Zheng Yi also drooped his head. Mo Chen's "train of thought" was miscarried, and he still couldn't think of it, so after that, what should be said.
After a long time, Zheng Yi said, "From God's point of view, you know that what Haiting experienced is fake, or rather, it doesn't belong to him." But in his heart at the time, it was true, it was his own mistake that indirectly caused the final irreparable consequences.
So...... This pain is like a nightmare, and it is really impossible to clearly distinguish what is a dream and what is reality. â
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