immortal game

At this moment, a text box appeared on the side of the screen, scrolling up and down, slowly and calmly telling the story about Jingluo.

I was born in the quaint Muxi Street, and my neighbors always say that the people living on this street will make their dreams come true, because Muxi and Mu are the same word for dreams.

Therefore, Nan's mother urged Xiao Nan to study hard every day. Nan's mother said that since he had taken advantage of the right time and place, Xiao Nan had to work harder from an early age to achieve "human harmony", so that he would have great abilities when he grows up.So Xiaonan didn't even have time to relax on weekends. The windmill box in the room was the reward Xiaonan got for being No. 1 in the last exam. The colorful windmills were piled up in a corner of the bedroom, and they were already covered with dust.

The business of the barber shop run by my parents is good. After all, the old man is good at crafting, and the money he charges is low. Although he breaks a lot of rules, he is always easy to talk to acquaintances.

"Those barbershops outside, don't just play some music, a few more handsome guys, the money will be so much more expensive. It's too bad. Isn't it just a haircut, why are there so many twists and turns?" Aunt Wang Always complaining like this.

Xiao Wangshu was once brought to the old man's shop by Aunt Wang to have her hair cut. While complaining that Wang Shu's hair was too long, the old man carefully cut her hair and kept asking for Xiao Wangshu's opinion.Although her nose was red from crying because her hair was cut, Xiao Wangshu still choked and said thank you to the old man.

The old man liked her very much.

Not long after that, Xiao Wangshu fell ill. The disease has a very fairy tale name called Sleeping Beauty Syndrome. Every once in a while, she would sleep for a few days, and whenever she woke up, she would run to the street. There are not many paintings there, but every time she reads them with gusto, and occasionally a few new works come to her, she is very excited, she said that in this way, she can get more paintings in a short period of time. Experience the world through the eyes of others.

Her life will be enriched accordingly.

It's a pity that the residents in Muxi Street said that they didn't have time to make money, and they didn't have time to appreciate art. The art gallery closed down after it opened for a long time.

The uncle who sells meat clips always complains to his neighbors that he doesn’t want to do this job anymore, he’s tired and doesn’t make much money.He loves his son very much, but it's a pity that his son hasn't been home several times throughout the year, but he has a very good daughter who is always by his side, but he doesn't like it.So he continued to sell Roujiamo every day while complaining.

I am a good son. Although I have been admitted to a university outside the province, I will come back to visit my parents when I am free during the winter and summer vacations.

I know that the old man is also very happy, even if he always loses face, he reprimands more than praises.My mother is different, she always regards me as a treasure, and cooks a whole table of my favorite dishes as soon as I get home. If I bring something back, she always complains that I wasted money again. I happily flipped through what I had bought.After all, I am a child of old age, and my mother is really patriarchal, and she is partial to me, but my sister still loves me very much, and calls me like my parents.

Everything was fine until they found out I had a boyfriend.

Muxi Street is not big, and there are only those people who come and go. The big guys have been familiar with each other for a long time. The neighbors around gather together to eat melon seeds and chat. It will spread, so it didn't take long for the news that I had a boyfriend to spread in this Muxi Street. The reaction of the neighbors can be imagined, and it is not an exaggeration to avoid it like a scourge.

The brother Han Bing, who had a good relationship with me before, reacted particularly fiercely, as if he wanted to drive me out of Muxi Street.

Originally, I thought that the old man would probably break my leg for this confession, but he just moved a chair in silence and sat at the door of the house smoking a cigarette.

My mother and sister cried while hugging me, and said: Don’t be afraid, we will collect some money to take you to the city for medical treatment, and you will be fine.

They were crying so hard because they really thought I was horribly ill.

Later, I heard that because of this incident, the old man had a quarrel with his mother, and the old man had a bad heart, so he didn't get up again.

I left Muxi Street and started looking for a job in the city. I was busy all day, maybe because of the pressure of work, and somehow I suffered from mental decline. I couldn’t fall asleep all night and started eating. Taking sleeping pills.

The memory has also deteriorated a lot.

In fact, I can't tell the difference between the Muxi Street in my dream and the Muxi Street in my memory.

What is real and what is false?

This is the end of the game memory plot.

Whether the player chooses to exit the Muxi Street map, the system will automatically exit after 60 seconds.

The 1-minute countdown is rapidly decreasing on the game interface.

Finally, Jing Luo opened the door of the room and started a new day hastily and numbly.

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"Brother Mo, get up quickly, if you don't get up, you will be late! This class is Lao Pan's class, and there is no substitute!"