The four of them entered the living room, and the orange boy brought tea and fruit, and he naturally peeled an orange and handed it to the man.

Chang Xiyang thanked him in a low voice and took it. He was used to the kindness of the orange boy.

Si Song and Qiu Yan didn't talk much, and they chatted happily with Orange Gongzi and Chang Xiyang throughout the whole process, none of them mentioned the matter of the boy's resurrection from the dead, as if nothing had happened, there were no miscellaneous things in the middle, no betrayals and misunderstandings, they were just acquaintances in the wilderness, one was indifferent, one was arrogant, one had a heart, and one had a crush on another.

After sending Xiyang and Si Song away, Qiu Yan's face was expressionless, "I don't believe you." ”

The orange boy's innocent smile fell, he was a little depressed, not gloomy or ruthless expression, nor arrogant and conceited appearance, the boy rarely showed his weak and overwhelmed side, he looked a little sad, "I don't believe in myself either." ”

Qiu Yan sighed, she didn't know how to comfort the young man, "Don't go and see that person?" ”

"......" Orange Boy bit his lip, and suddenly had a desire to escape.

In the end, the orange boy still opened the bedroom door, he just started not lightly, but the good thing was that the man obediently didn't make a sound, so Chang Xiyang didn't notice his existence.

The man was naked, curled up on the bed, his movements were painful, and the Orange Boy's attack made him almost suffocate, and he raised his head and breathed hard, clutching the white sweatshirt that the Orange Boy had once kissed on his body.

The fabric of the sweatshirt is soft and thick, with the smell of an orange boy, which gives him a touch of peace of mind. He heard the sound of the door opening and the footsteps of the orange boy, and pulled out a smile with difficulty, "You're back." ”

"Hmm."

"Is it your Chang Xiyang?"

"yes."

“…… How can I be more like him? ”

"Sleep." The orange boy lowered his eyes and covered the man's eyes, and the man closed his eyes as he said.

“…… Orange orange. ”

"Huh?"

"Am I going to die?"

"......" Orange Boy was silent.

"Can you kiss me?" The man opened his eyes again, and his gaze was beginning to drift a little.

The orange boy leaned down, picked up the curled little man, and gently imprinted a kiss on his lips.

“…… Thank you. Orange orange. The man's voice grew weaker, and his breathing slowed to a halt.

The orange boy raised his body and looked at the bed as quiet as a sleeping person, the man's body slowly dissipated, little by little, turned into purple stars, and finally condensed into a ray of purple light, circling around him, as if it was the final goodbye.

The purple light flew out of the door and returned to Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan stood coldly outside the door, watching the young man kneel beside the bed, his face buried in his palm, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Anyway, looking at the person who was exactly the same as Chang Xiyang dissipating in front of him little by little, he felt heart-wrenching and painful, Chang Xiyang was imprisoned by him at the beginning, and he burned badly, and he was also curled up like this and waited for him, waiting for him to come to see him, staring at him deeply with those begging and longing eyes, and ...... Even if that person is not his Xiyang, he is a person who only has himself in his eyes single-mindedly, the only one.

The boy didn't know why he was crying, and for the first time, he found that he could shed tears too.

Qiu Yan didn't say a word, stepped forward and picked up the boy effortlessly and threw him on the bed. She wrapped the quilt around the orange boy and hugged him herself from the outside, and the people inside shrank into her arms, their bodies trembling and letting out low, suppressed sobs.

Orange Boy has done a lot of wrong things, caused a lot of trouble, played a lot of inappropriate and excessive pranks, and suffered a lot of grievances, whether he was misunderstood, whether he couldn't get love, and even death had already experienced once, but please, he is "God", the strongest force that is equal to the strength of another "God", how can he cry cowardly like a wronged child?

How could he?

Qiu Yan's slender arms tightened a little tighter, she lowered her eyes, she understood the orange boy, the two of them were the same kind of people in many senses.

Qiu Yan's personality became even more gloomy after being rescued by Orange Child, and the elven world she created, when all her beautiful hopes and fantasy for the bright world were made miserable by Orange Child's pranks, even if she would be punished by Orange Child, she finally tried her best to save the end of that world and rescued a few villains who ran out of the world created by Hao Zhi.

The first time the orange boy saw her so desperate and excited, he didn't punish her, but Qiu Yan, slumped on the ground, laughed stupidly, and then slowly, slowly, shed tears. She cried helplessly and desperately, she was just a weak ant in the face of the absolute power of "heaven", but compared to this insignificance, what really made her wronged was the helplessness of being misunderstood, and the powerlessness of not wanting to defend.

It was also the first time in Qiu Yan's life that he cried, and the emotions that had been suppressed for too long were like a raging flood, breaking through the fragile embankment, and the flood poured out and was unstoppable. She suppressed it for too long, and she didn't care that she was still in front of the orange boy, so she cried out unscrupulously.

At that time, the orange boy didn't say a word, and the young man put away his usual light smile, picked her up, put her on his bed, and covered her whole with a quilt. Qiuyan couldn't cry by herself, and the young man was not annoyed or persuaded her, so he hugged her quietly and let her cry. When she finally cried enough, her voice was hoarse, and her emotions gradually calmed down, he just lifted the quilt and looked at her eyes seriously, "Let's get up when you have slept enough." ”

He didn't mention Qiu Yan's crying at all, and he still is, he didn't make fun of her about it, and he didn't mention it once.

Qiu Yan knew at that time that sooner or later, Orange Gongzi would also have the day when he couldn't suppress himself, they were the same kind of people, and it was precisely because of such similarity that they could get together and lick their unknown wounds.

So she was not surprised that the boy would cry like this, she learned from the appearance of the orange boy, and after the boy's crying gradually became weak and calm, she lifted the quilt and met the sad heavy eyes, "Get up when you have slept enough." ”

The boy took a few deep breaths to suppress his still trembling body, he slowly sat up, and when he looked up at Qiu Yan again, his expression had returned to his usual arrogance. He hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled wildly, "Naturally." ”

It was as if nothing had happened, and he had just slept contentedly. It's just that my eyes are red and swollen from sleeping.

The early winter sun is still good, the afternoon air is lazy, and everything is immersed in a soft chill, but it is also somewhat warm.

"It's boring." The boy curled up in a thick plush sweatshirt and grumbled discontentedly.

"What do you want?" Qiu Yan hugged his chest, held a pipe in his hand, and stared coldly.

"Do you remember the parallel world created by Hao Zhizhu?" The orange boy smiled, pure and sincere.

Of course, Qiu Yan remembered that that parallel world was the same as her own elf world, and it was much ahead of this main world in time, and the people in it all had different eye colors and hair colors, and there were also human races and demon races, but what she didn't expect was that these two parallel worlds actually had a connecting path under their unknown circumstances.

Those little people ran down that path to her world.

"The president and the editor-in-chief had a great time in it." Hao Zhizhu and Jiang Yuanchun are indeed playful, playing the king and queen of the demon world in that world, they have a lot of fun, and they even have some feelings after a long time.

"......" Qiuyan faintly had a bad premonition.

"Your world is also interesting."

"......, she seems to know."

The young man blinked, his voice clear and slightly childish, "I want it too, Qiuyan." ”

"......" sure enough.

Qiu Yan has the ability to predict, but she doesn't know the next second every moment, so she will be annoyed to death. For example, for a willful person like Shang Orange Gongzi, whose behavior is completely irregular and depends on his mood, she predicts his actions more intuitively than predicted.

“…… How? ”

"I'm still not reconciled. I want to try it again. ”

Qiu Yan narrowed her eyes, "A world without Si Song? ”

"Why not him?" Orange Boy's pure smile became sarcastic, he casually lowered his head and played with his fingers, and his good-looking face added a bit of gloom, "What's the point of not having him?" What I want is for Siyan to choose me in front of him. ”

"Do you want to get revenge on him?"

"I want to prove to myself that Chang Xiyang can do without Si Song, but he can't do without Orange Gongzi." The boy raised his head, his eyebrows serious and determined.

Qiu Yan suddenly smiled, and the look of the orange boy reminded her of the human youth in the revolutionary movement, full of righteous indignation, ambition and pride, and taking the affairs of the family and country as her own responsibility, and she even thought of the resolute and tragic appearance of the soldiers before going to the battlefield. Of course, she had absolutely no intention of mocking. She respects these people, and although she is only the smallest human being, she also has an indomitable spirit.

She laughed at the fact that she knew that Orange Boy had never thought that he would win, and he had already recognized his end, and he was right, he was still unwilling. Like a soldier who knows that he will die on the battlefield, he is still willing to devote himself to a war where there is no hope of victory.

"What are you laughing at?" Orange Boy was visibly annoyed.

"It's time for you to let go of yourself."

“…… But I can't even let go of Xiyang, so let alone let go of myself. He gathered his emotions and lowered his eyes.

“…… What do you want? Qiu Yan sighed, lit the tobacco in her pipe, she took a deep breath, and spit it out lightly, "The parallel world is too big, it takes a long time, why don't you use something I'm better at?" ”

"Huh?"

"The realm of games. Luckily? ”

"Will you come with me?"

"Nature."

"It's up to you."

"You can rest assured that even you will be trapped in my game." Qiu Yan was a little surprised, he didn't expect this person to not even mention some requirements.

"You won't." The young man shook his head, his expression was clean and beautiful, and the autumn smoke smiled at the man's glass-clear eyes, yes, she wouldn't.

In front of the orange boy, she was small and humble, and her strength was not enough to do any harm to that person, so why play some little tricks to try to shake that person?

The realm of the game, Qiu Yan's unique ability, she has a lot of barriers with other creators after all, these abilities are not known, she can create a completely virtual space, and parallel space is different, her elf world is a newly created space-time, and the realm of the game, is to change in the original time and space, it is simpler for her, and it is easier to control, it will not be interfered with by other unexpected factors, but completely controllable by her.

It's her game.

It's also a game for Orange Boy.

"Play big, huh?" The boy raised an eyebrow, his voice expectant.

"Who do you want?"

"The editor-in-chief and the president are good, but what about your woman?"

"Can't take her."

The orange boy laughed, but didn't force it. That brainless violent woman is Qiu Yan's weakness, and he knows it.

"She's just emotionally impulsive." Qiu Yan frowned and defended Xiao Qian.

"I never knew you could still read minds?" The young man was a little surprised on his face, he thought that this was Si Song's unique ability.

"......" Qiuyan didn't answer, she couldn't read her mind, she just clearly knew what kind of image Xiaoqian would be in the heart of Orange Gongzi.

Though...... She can't deny the incisive description of Orange Boy.