Distant room.

A corridor of memories hidden in darkness.

What's in there?

Lu Yiming stood in the darkness and looked at the narrow corridor in front of him.

At the end of the corridor is a wooden door.

That was the room I lived in since I was a child.

Did he dream about his home?

Lu Yiming stepped forward.

His steps made no sound.

When he put his hand on the wooden door handle, the door lock opened automatically.

squeak--

He slowly pushed the door open and entered.

Familiar room layout.

A small bed, a writing desk, and a wardrobe.

Lu Yiming's gaze was fixed on the window sill in front of him.

There was a young child standing over there, lying on the wall, crying softly.

Lu Yiming walked to the child's side, sat on a chair, and silently stared at the child's back.

When I cried as a child, I felt like the whole world was collapsing except for the place under my feet.

Even with vague memories of the past, he was still just a child at that time.

Why do you still let yourself have such a dream?

Remembering the sadness of the past?

Since then, how many things have I encountered that would make most people sad and unable to extricate themselves?

If you really say it, the listener will be sad and the listener will cry.

Now just thinking about it, it's really incredible that I didn't choose to be an anti-humanity element.

Maybe he has already become numb.

What human beings are most afraid of is a life of suffering mixed with happiness, which will make people's hearts collapse after repeated jumps.

And when life is full of sad things, those who can get through it will either have an extremely strong heart, or they will have become extremely numb inside.

I have been living a muddle-headed life, not knowing where I will end up, just drifting with the flow.

squeak--

The door was pushed open again.

Lu Yiming looked back.

Who will come in at this time?

Grandpa?

From the dark corridor, a girl with long snow-colored hair stood on tiptoes and cautiously poked her head inside.

The moment she saw Lu Yiming, as if she had seen the person she wanted to see, the girl smiled brightly.

That bright smile, even if the sunshine is compared with it, will be eclipsed.

The girl jumped towards him. Lu Yiming subconsciously stood up from the chair and opened his arms to catch the girl.

Suddenly, the girl's figure disappeared, and Lu Yiming took over, as if everything before was just an illusion.

Lu Yiming couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"Sir, wake up."

An extremely gentle voice reached my ears.

Everything around him began to collapse, and cracks spread from the walls of the room to where he and his child were standing.

Then, until the collapse reached its end, only the place where he and the child stood was left, and everything else became dark nothingness.

The child was still sobbing quietly.

Lu Yiming knelt down and patted the child's head.

There is no reason to stop here and listen to the cries of my past self.

"Goodbye, Lu Yiming."

Lu Yiming said this.

The last stand has disappeared.

and falling down into the darkness.

Then, a light came on.

"Sir, wake up."

Lu Yiming took off the helmet on his head and sat up. He saw the little fox looking at him with a smile on his face, and there was some moisture at the corner of his mouth.

"Well, I'm awake."

It seemed like the little fox had been waiting for him for a while.

But why is the back of my hand a little wet?

My face was wet before...

You guessed it right away.

Is this fox really a dog?

Lu Yiming deleted this not so good idea, touched the little fox's hair skillfully, picked up the phone from the side and checked the time.

Around 9:15 pm on September 21st.

The time spent in the game already feels like a long time.

I really want to know how this game can do such a thing.

When it comes to the technology of controlling time flow rate, if someone told him that this was developed normally, Lu Yiming would definitely sneer at it.

The biggest anomaly in human history...

Lu Yiming suddenly remembered that today was still the Mid-Autumn Festival, and he, Ling Xi and the little fox had had a barbecue under the moon on a mountain peak.

The perception of time is really completely messed up.

Grandpa’s phone hasn’t been called yet, but it’s probably not too late to call now. The old man always goes to bed very late. During this time, he likes to play mahjong in the small shop.

Du-du-du——

The little fox posted over, "Who are you calling, Master?"

After using her mobile phone at noon, she probably knew how to use this tool.

"To my grandpa."

The little fox's eyes lit up, "Young Master's grandfather? Can Lili talk to Young Master's grandfather?"

Lu Yiming hesitated for a moment. At this time, if grandpa heard the voice of a girl here, he would probably go to the village tomorrow and lie about having a girlfriend.

"No?"

The little fox blinked, and those magnificent red eyes that made people feel sad seemed to be telling Lu Yiming that he could not refuse.

beep--

The phone was connected at this time.

Lu Yiming quickly picked up the phone and said, "Grandpa."

A hoarse old voice came from the other side,

"Hongzhong, ah, it's Yiming, what's wrong? Is there not enough money? Are you in a hurry? If not, I'll ask Aunt Wang next door to give you money tomorrow."

"You have enough money. Grandpa, you don't need to pay me. Isn't today the Mid-Autumn Festival? I'll give you a call."

"Mid-Autumn Festival... 30,000 yuan, Peng, today's family dinner didn't taste that good. When will you come back, Yiming?"

"National Day is about a week away."

"Then can you bring a girlfriend back?"

"...I haven't found a girlfriend yet."

The little fox approached Lu Yiming's ear and asked aloud: "Sir, why did your grandfather tell you to find a girlfriend?"

The girl's voice reached the ears of the old man opposite through the microphone.
To be continued...