Death Progress Bar

The dream that the soul made when it came out, the small death is defined in the previous life.

Time-in, suddenly, was a bit stunned. He remembered his adoptive parents and remembered entering the supermarket. He remembered the friends, classmates, comrades-in-arms, colleagues he had met since childhood. Those people were so fresh and lived with them. The memory is so real, he obviously passed this life for a lifetime, how could it be a dream?

It is precisely because he is convinced that he is only growing up in an ordinary family and has the time to care for his parents. He believes that he is only a bit unlucky, and he has to go through the life of others. He can really get rid of the dark and distorted emotions of the original Lord. Going to this step today.

If the root he relies on is just a dream, if his place is not that warm world, how can he behave himself?

"Small death, you are lying to me." He screamed and implied.

Xiaodie cried and kept saying sorry.

Sorry, the most I don’t want to hear it now is the word. For the first time, he did not hook up with Lianjun, and hooked up the progress bar to shut down the little death into the dark house.

The world was quiet, the crying disappeared, he was sitting in a chair, his head was mixed, and suddenly he didn't know who he was, and soon he came to a conclusion.

He is a time-bound, distorted and dark time, despicable to go to another world, stealing a time that does not belong to him. For the adoptive parents, he is an outsider who should not appear. The one he thought was his hometown, the place where he came from, but he was actually a strange foreign land.

What a terrible thing, the beauty he thought was just a small adventure to change his true darkness, and to prepare him a fantastic adventure.

In fact, there have been speculations. For the truth, he is not without psychological preparation, but... it is uncomfortable. He bent over and grabbed his face, and his mind suddenly flashed through the memories of the original owner he once believed to belong to the dead, and the heart seemed to explode.

That is the real person, that is his real life, he is actually such an ugly and sad person. When he was born, he stayed in a cage and in hell. All the good things he had were imaginaryly woven by conspiracy nightmares, and his heart had long rotted.

False, all fake. Good is a fake, happiness is a fake, everything is stolen from him, it should not belong to him, he -

"@#¥%?"

A strange language with concern and concern suddenly rang in the ear, and then the shoulder was caught.

When I stepped in, the thoughts that plunged into the horns suddenly turned, and I let go of the foreigner who looked at me and looked at the other side. The eyes were very quiet and gentle, and the thoughts of the other people seemed to see him the same. A father who has such a look.

"Going in, father and mother love you the most, so you have to love yourself."

Before the old man died, he was so reluctant to him. He held the old man's hand, and he hated the unrequited love of time. On the face, he smiled and said to the old man: "I will, Dad, you will feel at ease."

"How can I feel at ease." The old man reached out and touched his head. There was boundless nostalgia and reluctance in his eyes. "You are always so good... Go in, Dad can't bear you, you haven't really grown up yet."

"What did the old man say?" His mother took his shoulder from behind and always had a neat tone. Because his wife was about to leave, he also shivered a little. "Our family is a man who has been in the sky. Look at this." The police uniform is more handsome, and you don’t always worry about the old man."

The memory is flooding and the emotions are completely collapsed. When the old man in front of him stretched his arms and hugged him, he cried like a child.

It’s not a dream, it’s his parents, his family, his father is always so gentle, his mother is always so intimate, not a dream, that is his place, his root.

“@#¥%...&¥#?” The old man was shocked, worried more, hesitantly raised his hand and hugged him, and posted his cheek to his side to see if he was ill.

The passengers around the four sides were also attracted by the movements here, and they looked at them side by side.

Time has not taken care of so much, he is holding the old man, crying out his grievances and unwillingness.

......

In the evening, when I entered the local police station with a pair of red eyes, I was embarrassed to say goodbye to the kind old man and the police, raised a hand and took a taxi, and reported the address of the nursing home with the driver.

I cried a little, and the old-fashioned old man thought that the child who was separated from the parents had experienced the parking of the sightseeing bus, which led to the police being sent to the police station, etc., and the accumulated backlog of emotions. All scattered, finally calmed down.

He rubbed some sour eyes, touched the ring on his finger, and released the little death from the little black room.

"Go in." Little death immediately called, carefully observed the situation around, see everything is okay, a little relieved, with a reluctantly depressed crying cautiously asked, "Do you hate me? Enter, sorry. ”

When I heard it crying, the moment of entering the heart softened, but he still said a word, "Don't say sorry, or I really hate you."

The little death immediately shut up, the tone became more careful, and asked: "That... that's okay, are you okay?"

"Not good, crying in front of a stranger, and being taken to the police station, this is definitely the black history of my life." Shijin continued to speak with a tone, "and I suspect that this is another reward. of."

There is such a clever thing in this world, just when he was mad at the tip of the horn, an old man with the same look as his adoptive father extended his hand to him, pulled him out of those thoughts, and always accompanied him kindly. Hold him and comfort him.

Maybe he is dark, anyway, he doesn't think that this **** world has been so gentle to him before! When he used to cry, he never had a hug to him!

What rewards are troublesome?

The little death was stunned by his answer. Seeing his eyes were really red, obviously crying, and instantly felt distressed, and refused to doubt what else to reward. While carefully brushing him to ease the buff, he said: It’s all my fault, right?”

Time to sink into the tone: "Well?"

Xiaozheng quickly said that he was half-satisfied and stopped, and he said that he was screaming and said, "I blame me, come in, you yell at me, continue to shut me down, I can only ask." Don't hate me... Don't be upset, it's my fault, you still shut me down in the dark room..."

"It's not off, we don't have much time left together." The heart of the time is completely soft, no longer in a tone of voice, bowing and touching the ring, whispering, "Small death, I don't hate you, You saved me, I thank you. You can give up directly to me. I used to be so bad, there is no value for salvation, but you didn't give up on me. I also arranged everything for me. I saw a lot of me. The beautiful things that you couldn't touch... In fact, if you give up on me and board directly to Lianjun, your task of saving the world is estimated to be completed soon. I am dragging you down, sorry, and thank you."

The little death was said by him and he wanted to cry again. He said, "No, you are my baby. I will not give up on you. You have not dragged me down."

When the eyebrows slowed down, low and low, and quiet for a while, suddenly asked seriously: "Small death, my adoptive parents are real, right?"

Little Death didn’t know why he asked this question. He was afraid that he still had doubts. He explained: “Of course it exists. Although I have left your world in your soul, I immediately wiped out what you have existed in that world. Traces, but your adoptive parents are real."

When I heard the words of erasing the traces, I felt uncomfortable for a moment, but he quickly adjusted and continued to ask: "So I really grew up again under the parents, right?"

The tone of the little death became hesitant and hesitated, replied: "It is true, though..."

"Don't say it though!" Time has interrupted it quickly, clenched the hand wearing the ring and said, "This is enough. I don't want to know anything else. Zhuang Zhou Dream Butterfly or Butterfly Dream Village is free. I only know that I have lived with my adoptive parents for so many years."

Xiaodie immediately understood his thoughts, and he became more distressed. He said with a certainty: "Going in, you are loved by your adoptive parents. This is beyond doubt."

The unwillingness, fear, uneasiness, and so on, when I entered the heart, slowly precipitated in this affirmation. He looked at the lights that were gradually lit out of the window, and spit out his breath. He suddenly said, "Small death, return all my memories and feelings to me."

The little dead squatted, and then the tone tightened instantly, and said: "What, what?"

"Are you not stripping my feelings and memories? Give them all back to me." Shijin said seriously and seriously wanted to face everything. "I know the original Lord... I know all the memories of my past, I also feel most of my emotions in a dream way, but that is ultimately incomplete."

If there is a heart in a small death, then its current heart rate is definitely beyond the limits of the human body. It even has some fears and says: "Go in, you, you don't have to be like this, when you see it, we will naturally..."

"I don't want to think about my memory and emotions for a while. You can give me a complete one." Shijin insisted, and even in turn appeased it. "Don't worry, I know what I am doing, I just want to Get back your complete self."

Xiao Hou said: "It’s hard to get in.... Fragmented memories will be simpler to accept, and all words will be restored at once. The memories and emotions that you have previously relieved are likely to be instigated and then re-introduced. flooding."

"It doesn't matter." When he went down, he grasped the hand wearing the ring, as if he had held the person who could give him strength. "In the future, I should definitely make sure that I am really different from the past. It’s okay to flood, and it’s a big deal to solve a knot, so you can stay for a while, I earned it. And I won’t have anything, there are rewards, I can’t die now.”

There is no way to die, but it is a compromise and it depends on him.

The progress bar began to flash, and the memory fragments that had been seen in the brain were re-infested and intertwined to form a complete life. When I enter and close my eyes, I lean on the back seat of the car, letting consciousness go into those memories.

......

When the stars were filled with the sky, the taxi stopped at the entrance of the sanatorium. When the eyes opened, the car was paid calmly, thanked the driver, and took the backpack and got off the bus.

The little death is scared to death, and he calls: "Enter, enter..."

"What are you panicking?" When he entered the taxi, he left and turned to face the closed door of the sanatorium. He looked at the beautiful white dome building inside and commented, "It is a good place, and the honest man will pick it."

The calmer he was, the more he panicked, the more his voice shook, and he said, "Go in, your progress bar, die, die slowly..."

It’s really slow, and it’s been dead for a while. There is no such thing as death that can be caused by the current time, so the progress bar of the time can go to death, only because of himself.

He wants to die, or that he wants to do something that will harm him to death.

Time is still inevitably affected by memories and emotions that have re-emerged.

"Don't be afraid, I have a few in my heart." Time to appease, put the backpack on his back, take out the phone and dial the phone of Wei Chong.

A few minutes later, Shi Wei Chong ran to the gate. He wore indoor slippers on his feet, and he was wrapped in a pair of pajamas. His hair was wet, like a half-bath in the shower.

"Xiao Jin, how come you?" When Wei Chong opened the door, looked at the time, he wanted to approach and hesitated, and he suspected that he had an illusion, fearing that he would wake up as soon as he approached.

"Big brother, I am coming to pick you up." Shi Jin looked at his expression and smiled at him. He took the initiative to hug him and patted him on the back. "Let you wait so long, sorry."

When he touched his body temperature, Wei Chong finally had a sense of realism, and he hugged him back, and he had some surprise feelings in his eyes. He said with a little excitement: "No, I am sorry for you, Xiaojin is really Come here...Thank you, I am very happy."

When he listened to his incoherent words, his eyes faded for a moment, and he quickly reappeared with a smile. He made a little bit of his arms and said: "Big brother, I took an afternoon car, I haven't eaten dinner yet, so hungry. ”

"Sit in the afternoon car?" When Wei Chong frowned, looked at his face, saw his eyes red, his face was very poor, a very unspirited look, busy holding his hand and turned to the sanatorium Going and saying, "It takes only three hours from the airport to this side. How do you sit in the car for one afternoon and meet the black car? The security of the D country does not look so good. You should let me pick you up. When did you get off the plane? Did you bring only such a baggage? The temperature here is lower, not cold?"

Shijin never knew that Wei Chong could be so embarrassed. When he glanced at it, Wei Chong took his hand and looked at the thin pajamas of Wei Chong. When he was a child, Wei Chong took him and patiently taught him to ride the toy. The picture of the Trojan, with a crying expression on his face, was busy sneaking deep into the mouth and holding his breath. He held his hand and smiled and said: "Big brother, look at what you wear, cold. It’s you."

At the time, Lai Chongyi looked down and looked at his pajamas. He picked it up and coughed his head. He looked back and said to him: "I didn't pay attention... sorry, wear it like this and see you."

Time is still a smile, watching him look embarrassed, it doesn't matter if he says something in his heart.