bunny in another soap bubble

——How could it be stupid/forceful.

After listening to Lang Ya's confession, Tu Zi was sobbing that he couldn't speak.

He kept shaking his head, rushed forward, and hugged Lang Ya's neck tightly, just wanting to convey his current mood to the other party.

——How could Lang Ya be stupid?

The one who is stupid/forceful is Tu Zi.

He is naive, he is cowardly, Lang Ya thinks he is the same as himself, but in fact he is not as good as Lang Ya.

He is willing to help others simply because he has been brought up like this since he was a child; he believes in hope, but because his original world is full of hope, he takes it for granted that everything is universal; he is not very tough What a selfless mind, what a selfless heart, just because he was lucky enough to be born in a gentle world, let him think that everything can be treated with tenderness.

Now that Tu Zi looks back, from the time-honored peanut candy to meeting "Mom", "Guan Mingyuan", and "Yuan Xiyu", he has only been grasping the things that have something in common with the original world as his psychological comfort , From then on, I blindly believed that I could make this world the same as before.And when those "pillars" collapsed one by one in front of his eyes, he lost all courage, and even wanted to escape and anesthetize himself with alcohol.

Such a naive mind can't compare with what Lang Ya has done.

——However, even though he collapsed into a lump of mud, his sentry still did not give up on him.

"I'm sorry... Lang Ya... I'm sorry..." Tu Zi tightened his grip on Lang Ya's hands.

He actually broke his heart like this... How could he!

Tu Zi wished he could beat to death the self who deserted in the middle of the night, gave up on himself, and asked Lang Ya to give up everything together.

How could he let such a good person down?

Do everything, and go to the end with him.

"I'm sorry, Langya, you're not stupid/pussy, I'm the big stupid/pussy, I won't say such things again, I, hiccup, let's do it again, there will always be something to do, hiccup, even if No, hiccup, and there is no way to accept fate, hiccup, let others slaughter you, hiccup, reason..."

Eager to express these thoughts, Tu Zi babbled repeatedly with sobbing tears, so fast that he even hiccupped.

Lang Ya lowered his eyes, held and released his right hand, released and held it again, finally he slowly stroked the back of Tu Zi's head, and hugged him gently.

"...It doesn't matter..." He murmured, "I know you will cheer up...I know..." Letting Tu Zi lean on his shoulder, Lang Ya silently felt the heartbeat in his arms.

Accompanied by a steady heartbeat, the person in his arms twitched.

"Hi... burp!, burp, burp... burp!"

Lang Ya: "..."

...Isn't this too much smoke?

For the first time since the tragedy that day, Lang Ya smiled from the bottom of his heart.

"Hi, I... hiccup!"

Tu Zi rested her head on Langya's shoulder, hiccupping but didn't know what to say.

Lang Ya helped him by the shoulders to get him up, carefully lifted his chin that was about to bite his tongue, "Shut your breath."

After speaking, one mouth kissed the other.

——The hiccup finally stopped.

After calming down and tidying up, Tu Zi took Lang Ya downstairs to say goodbye to the store manager (taking back Lang Ya's ID card by the way).

"Thank you." Tu Zi was really embarrassed, "I have caused you trouble these few days."

"It's trouble." The store manager raised his eyebrows, "But there is no way, isn't opening a bar just to serve sad people?"

Tu Zi wanted to dig a hole and get in.

After the store manager taunted him, he generously extended his hand to shake Tu Zi, "If you can walk out of the store standing up, there will be tomorrow, come on."

Tu Zi held the manager's hand and watched in surprise as a hairy spider climbed onto the backs of their hands.

"You are……!"

The store manager smiled slightly, and returned the ID card and the cash that he had withdrawn to Lang Ya, "I'm old, I'm a coward, if you don't charge for the wine, just treat it as your own money... Thank you."

Tu Zi cried just now, and when his eyes were prone to soreness, he quickly pursed his lips to hold back the wetness.

After saying goodbye, when I was about to leave, I was stopped by the store manager. "By the way," the store manager seemed a little hesitant when he said, "There is a young man in my friend's store, and he has been drinking with him for several days. I don't know if you recognize him..."

"Let's go and have a look." Lang Ya agreed directly.

"No problem?"

"To be honest, I still don't have any ideas." Tu Zi smiled wryly, "I can help one first."

"Is it here?"

Holding the address written by the owner on the back of the coaster, the two walked to a nightclub in the other city.

It was late at night, when the nightclub was the busiest and most demons danced wildly. With the chaotic crowd, dim lights and bombing sound, it was impossible to see who was who, let alone find someone who hadn't seen it before.

"Ask the boss here first—huh?" After being touched by Lang Ya on the shoulder, Tu Zi turned his head suspiciously.

"You don't need to ask." Lang Ya said in a deep voice, motioning Tu Zi to look in the direction of eight o'clock.

In the dark corner where several ashtrays stood, stood a deer.

"...!!" Tu Zi immediately pushed aside the crowd and ran over, but was almost pierced by an antler.

With a cry of an eagle, the goshawk in Langya spread its wings and landed on the top of the antlers from the air, causing the stag to shake its head. Let it fall down. Tu Zi looked at the timing and stretched out his spiritual tentacles to directly connect to the stag's antlers. Sentinels behind him.

(... Yan Mo.)

Tu Zi doesn’t want to use too drastic methods, but it’s instinct for the mental body to protect the host when the host is unconscious. Of course, his glutinous rice balls will ask for help from his lifelong partner. The single deer’s aggressive behavior of rejecting the whole world makes people Not easy.

Don't worry, let Langya take him to avoid the non-stop waving antlers, Tu Zi tried his best to maintain the connection of the spiritual tentacles.

(Relax, it's me, Tu Zi...) The brain anesthetized by alcohol is not easy to wake up, so Tu Zi sends fragments of the past in the original world to that vague consciousness, trying to create an atmosphere that can make the other party feel at ease.

For example, the Sentinel Academy, the students in the Sentinel class, Mei Lili, the Twin Towers...

"Tu Zi!" Lang Ya suddenly pulled Tu Zi behind him, "Be careful!"

The stag's movements suddenly became more violent, and even Langya's goshawk had to let go of its claws and fly to the sky to take shelter.And Yan Mo, who was just drunk and drowsy, suddenly twitched his hands and feet uneasily, frowned, and muttered something, as if he was having some kind of nightmare.

"This, this is impossible?" Tu Zi was completely confused. He didn't make any big moves, but he just played some familiar clips, and it was a little bit stronger than playing soothing music for people. How could Yan Mo do that? With such a strong negative reaction? "Word--"

"—Hush." ​​Lang Ya stretched out a finger to press Tu Zi's lips, telling him not to shout, "Listen."

With the connection between the two, Lang Ya directly shared what he heard with Tu Zi.

That is what can be received by the enhanced hearing, Yan Mo's voice:

"...no...my fault...stopping...towers...can't have..."