Be a good guy in the infinite game

"like?"

Yin Chu tilted his head, showing that ignorant expression again: "What do you like?" @无限好文，all in Jinjiang Literature City

As soon as he said it, Song Huanyu regretted it. He didn't even talk about mutual understanding. He didn't even know what Yin Chu was. :

"It's the kind of ordinary liking, wanting to be with you, wanting to know you, wanting to know what you like and what you hate..."

While talking, Song Huanyu laughed, he suddenly calmed down, raised his head, and looked at Yin Chu's dark pupils:

"I like you, I want to hug you, I want to sleep with you... that's what I like."

In the middle of being calm, he was a little nervous. He didn't know how Yin Chu would react. He stared at the other person's face, not wanting to let go of the slightest emotional fluctuation: "So Yin Yin, what do you think of me?"

Yin Chu pouted, seeming a little dazed.

He didn't know how the topic had gotten to this point.

He is not human, but he asked Song Huanyu what liking is, not because he didn't know, but because he was confused.

Before he died, Yin Chu was also a human being, but at that time, he hadn't liked anyone like Song Huanyu said "want to sleep with someone".

Blinking his eyes, Yin Chu's tone was a bit empty: "I think you are very interesting, I don't want you to die...others, I don't

is clear. "

"You don't hate me, do you?"

"it's OK."

"Do you want to push me away when I'm close to you?"

"will not."

"If I said I wanted to kiss you, would you run away?"

"...Probably not."

Song Huanyu breathed a sigh of relief, as if he was abducting a child who doesn't know the world, he came to a conclusion in a persuasive manner: "Then you just like

I! "

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"Really?" Yin Chu tilted his head to look at him, "Then I like you."

Yin Chu seemed to be dazed by Song Huanyu, and caught off guard what Song Huanyu wanted to hear the most.He was excited for a while, and he was secretly happy, but he hadn't fully experienced this roller coaster-like emotion, but Yin Chu continued:

"But, am I not human?"

"Then Yinyin, tell me, what are you?" He swallowed quietly, "You are not human, but you can like me."

"Song Huanyu, do you know how I survived in Shiwanda Mountain?"

what?

Yin Chu suddenly changed the topic. They were not too close at first, but after saying this thoughtless remark, Yin Chu floated over and held Song Huanyu's face with those pale and thin hands, condescending , eye to eye:

"I'm not a human being, but a ghost."

"At that time, I was thrown into the altar of the Soul Locking Formation. There were many ghosts in the Soul Locking Formation. They hated me very much. When they were alive, they wished they could cramp me, and when they were dead, they wanted my soul to be scattered... I devoured them , survived in the altar."

Yin Chu calmly talked about the past tens of thousands of years ago, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.

This kind of Yin Chu looks a little strange, and like an outsider who has nothing to do with himself.

"That year, I no longer had human emotions... I survived as a ghost, and the things that supported me survived

There is only one emotion, and that is hatred. "

"The only emotion I can understand is hatred."

Therefore, he will never like someone like Song Huanyu said.

Song Huanyu looked into Yin Chu's eyes.

The boy's eyes were still dark, without any emotional fluctuations. Even if his whole body was cut open, he was still cold and numb.Like an outsider, or a god watching all living beings, he calmly and cruelly sentenced himself.

Song Huanyu did not avoid Yin Chu's eyes.

He didn't expect Yin Yin to be so difficult to deal with.

If you knew it earlier, you should choose a more suitable time.

Shocked at first, then with a look of pity, he tried to reach out and touch Yin Chu's long black hair, but the other party didn't dodge, but still looked at him with that indifferent look.

"Didn't you say that you have forgotten everything from the past?" His voice was very gentle, and Yin Chu was taken aback, not expecting Song Huanyu to ask such a question.

He blinked involuntarily, with a puzzled expression on his face, and the stalemate between the two loosened a bit:

"I just remembered it all of a sudden."

It was originally a memory that had been dusty for many years, but it suddenly came to my heart after being stirred up.

"It's better to forget this kind of memory."

Song Huanyu took care of Yin Chu's long black hair with some distress, crawled into his ear, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry Yin Yin, I don't know you well enough... But Yin Yin, you don't just know how to hate monster, you're not like that."

"Do you hate me now?"

Yin Chu shook his head.

"Hate me?"

Yin Chu shook his head again.

"It doesn't matter if you don't like me for the time being, I will teach you how to like me."

Saying this, Song Huanyu boldly left a kiss on Yin Chu's cheek, seeing that Yin Chu didn't dodge, he broke Yin Chu's face again, and kissed him on the lips.

This time, Yin Chu still did not escape.

Song Huanyu began to formally pursue Yin Chu.

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Although Yin Chu didn't know what kind of official method the formal pursuit was, but since Song Huanyu said that the formal pursuit meant kissing and hugging, then so be it.

Of course, he did not resist Song Huanyu's closeness.

In the morning, Song Huanyu started to get up to make breakfast for Yin Chu; in the afternoon, they nestled on the sofa and watched a movie together; in the evening, Song Huanyu took Yin Chu to the overpass to watch the busy traffic in the real world.

The autumn night was a bit chilly, the black-haired boy was wearing clothes one size bigger, and followed Song Huanyu, and there was no one else around.

They came to the bridge.

The night view of the city is always colorful, with neon lights, car lights, and street lights intertwined, which is very dazzling.

It was rare for Yin Chu to come out at night to visit the world where Song Huanyu lived, and those colorful lights were reflected in his eyes.

"It's so bright," Yin Chu blocked his eyes, "a lot of humans."

Song Huanyu didn't speak at first, but since he started pursuing Yin Chu, he decided to work harder.

So he asked, "Yin Yin, what kind of place is the Hundred Thousand Mountains?"

He wanted to know more about Yin Chu.

After thinking about it, he added: "If you don't want to say it, forget it."

"Shiwan Dashan is a very quiet place," Yin Chu did not shy away from this topic, "the mountain is very hostile, and there are many ghosts and monsters.

There are things, but they dare not approach me. "

"I'm bored, so I usually sleep."

Under the altar is the coffin, in which he has basically been lying in the past long years.

This topic seems a bit lonely.

He looked at Yin Chu's thin back, and when he realized it, he had already stretched out his hand to pull him over and hugged him in his arms.

Yin Chu's body is very cold, his heart is frozen, and it seems that he will never have a temperature.

He hugged him even tighter, resting his chin on the boy's shoulder, his voice muffled: "Yin Yin, do you still remember how you were thrown into the sacrificial ceremony?"

Is it in the altar? "

The boy froze for a moment, his body seemed to be getting colder.

"Sorry... I don't remember." After a while, he returned like this.

Song Huanyu didn't speak.

Yin Chu sighed, turned his head, got out of Song Huanyu's arms, and looked at him: "I didn't lie to you, I really don't remember."

——His memory is not complete, although a strong hatred is burning in his heart, but he has already forgotten where this hatred came from.

He only remembered that he was trapped in Shiwan Dashan, and he could never leave that place.

He still remembered that he wanted to be a good person when he was alive.