The author's diary of ghost stories

"Hiss——"

Yu Liang had some strange feelings when he read this.

Just as the consciousness Yu Liang said, all this was full of coincidences. The encounter and acquaintance with Xue Qing revealed a strong sense of arrangement. If it were him, he would have the same fear.

A confidant who looks similar to Xu Cixi and understands "Xu Cixi" especially, if she is a human born naturally, then the reality is too absurd.

The consciousness Yu Liang's guess is not unreasonable. There is another existence that awakened with him.

The origin of the barrel man.

Since it is not the fate guided by the original spirit Yu Liang, it can only be the malice from the origin of the barrel man.

Although it is unknown what the origin of the barrel man wants to do, it is obvious that it will definitely not be a good thing.

Uh, is it poisoning?

However, judging from the situation in the diary, the consciousness Yu Liang has realized that there is a problem. Judging from the PS small note, he is not in any serious trouble, so now Yu Liang is really curious about the subsequent plot development.

After all, the consciousness Yu Liang is also a part of "Yu Liang", so he shouldn't be harmed by the barrel man's origin, right?

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When facing a threat, whether it is an animal or a human, their instinct is to stay away, because only when they are sure of their own safety can they have the spare time to enjoy the rest of their lives.

I thought so too, so I ran away.

In order to prevent the trap of the barrel man's origin, I hid directly on the spot, hid back in the safest air base, and cut off all contact with Xue Qing.

Logically, I shouldn't have feelings for anyone in this timeline, that would only harm them, because no one can accept a person who can only wake up for a week in several years, right?

Emotionally, this may be my revenge on that "keyboard", and I won't regret it.

Besides, there is only one simple way to verify this.

Continue to sleep.

As long as the barrel man's origin is dragged back into the dream, and then observe Xue Qing's life status, as long as the difference can be found before and after, it can be judged whether the barrel man's origin has been tampered with.

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Yu Liang turned the page silently, feeling a bit upset.

Did the consciousness Yu Liang choose to hide just like that?

There was no follow-up between the two of them?

Well, the escape was very decisive, which to some extent could be said to be a manly style of behavior.

Of course, Yu Liang was unwilling to admit that this style of behavior was actually almost the same as his.

What kind of unforgettable love would never happen in such a place full of weird stories, and the rationality of survival must always be higher than the surging emotions in the heart.

Yu Liang felt that there was still a follow-up to this diary, which meant that the story of the consciousness Yu Liang and this Xue Qing might not be over.

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The next awakening would be two years later.

After getting the promise of a "five-day vacation" from the Yuanshen, I walked slowly but without stopping to the familiar suspension train line and waited for the fixed-time train at the station.

The first step I took on the train, I noticed the familiar figure. She sat in the south seat and read slowly, her fingers resting on the spine of the book beating the drums in response to the music in the headphones.

The gentle morning sunlight penetrated the glass and sprinkled on her face, outlining a subtle arc. Her black hair showed brilliant gold under the sunlight.

She is always such a regular woman, so I am sure I can find her on this train. Unlike the previous two years, she seems to like to wear this kind of sweater that looks more gentle. The light and not exaggerated gray-brown color is out of tune with the guys in strange clothes around her.

There was no opening speech, no excuses, I just sat beside her silently, and the book was recommended to her by me.

She noticed something, so she slowly raised her head, looking at my eyes from doubt to surprise, and then returned to the peace of the past. She smiled and said: "Is this train your resurrection point?"

"Maybe." I just smiled.

The first communication after reuniting two years later was a little unexpected to me, but everything was natural. She didn't ask about my leaving without saying goodbye, as if our relationship had not reached the point of missing each other.

In fact, I think it is enough to reach this point, after all, a sleeping person can't move forward even one step.

I looked for a lot of evidence, all of which showed that Xue Qing was not the creation of the barrel man's origin. She was just like a confidant who randomly refreshed in this city, and was an accident in this timeline.

Five days was very short. I still disappeared suddenly, and she still did not try to find my trace, but just let life return to the calmness of water.

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Yu Liang frowned slightly. There was nothing special about these words. The consciousness Yu Liang seemed to be just recording his experience after waking up after a period of time. Nothing else was written, but he still read something wrong from it.

A very subtle wrong.

What does this feeling look like?

It's like there is a shadow puppet, and the people behind the curtain are performing a plain shadow puppet show, but as you watch, you will find that the shadow puppet on the curtain barely made a gesture-

Run.

Obviously, there are other deep meanings in what the consciousness Yu Liang wrote.

But what deep meaning can't be written directly in the diary?

I am the only one in the captain's room. Even the Yuanshen Yu Liang was driven out. Who is the consciousness Yu Liang trying to hide?

Yu Liang was a little puzzled, but he couldn't figure it out now, so he just continued to read the diary.

The following content is actually similar. During this long period of time, the consciousness Yu Liang would wake up for a few days every once in a while. The city was changing with each passing day, and he could always find Xue Qing's existence not long after waking up.

Sometimes it was on the train, sometimes in a coffee shop, and sometimes in a place where both of them knew each other tacitly.

But apart from that, they didn't have any more exchanges. Just like the result of consciousness Yu Liang's own induction, they have always been friends, and that's enough.

When they were still young, they had obvious emotional throbbing and did ambiguous things in ambiguous places, but in the end no one took the initiative to speak.

As for when they were old, the two of them got along even more plainly. Years made the faces of consciousness Yu Liang and Xue Qing gradually become old, but in terms of their attitudes towards life, aging, illness and death, they were surprisingly consistent.

In this world, immortality is just a curse.

Until many pages later, the consciousness Yu Liang was nearly fifty years old, and his physical functions began to decline, but he did not accept the transformation proposed by the original spirit Yu Liang, but maintained the same aging speed as Xue Qing.

Of course, even at the age of nearly fifty, Xue Qing can still be said to have charm, and the passage of time has only added a few lines at the corners of her eyes.

Until a conversation between the two appeared in the diary. This conversation did not mention the scene and time, but Yu Liang was willing to substitute it into a small park with sunset and evening breeze.

The two read quietly, enjoying the hard-won time together, and suddenly, Xue Qing spoke.

Her eyes still stayed on the page, just asking with interest: "Do you know? In fact, our relationship should not have stopped here like so many years ago."

"Of course, but no one wants to be with someone like me, right? I always disappear and appear, as if I am busy with some unknown things." The consciousness Yu Liang did not care too much about this problem. After so many years, he had long been relieved.

"No, I don't care." Xue Qing just shook her head slowly, "Passion and indifference are both ways of expressing feelings. Personally, I prefer the latter. Even if I spend a few years to cherish such a few days, and then spend the same amount of time waiting for the next few days, it's the same for me."

"What is that?" The consciousness was a little puzzled.

"It was the look you gave me a long time ago." Xue Qing stared at the consciousness, "It was a kind of... scrutinizing look."

She seemed to realize that there was something wrong with her wording, so she smiled and continued: "No, it can't be called scrutiny, because in your eyes we are all equal."

The consciousness Yu Liang may have thought of his initial doubts about Xue Qing's identity, so he didn't speak.

"In your eyes, I'm like a... game character." Xue Qing bluntly said what she had been thinking about for so many years, "I can't control my own destiny, just like I am unconsciously being manipulated by someone, right?"

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I really didn't expect Xue Qing to be able to perceive this matter so keenly, but I could hear from her tone that she had no malice, just felt a little confused about it.

No, after so many years, she no longer doubted this matter, she just felt curious about it.

Just as she said, she felt that her fate was controlled by others. Because of the appearance of "me", she began to realize that this city was a "Truman's World", but no one was the exact Truman, in fact, everyone was Truman.

I wanted to know how she discovered this fact through her own efforts and verification, but she didn't say it clearly, just took me to visit various landscapes in the city again as we did that week when we met.

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Interestingly, we proved the same thing.

I am indeed equal to her, my dimension is not higher than hers, and my fate is subject to special traction like hers.

It is not the Yuanshen Yu Liang who is guiding the plot, nor is it the barrel man root who is fabricating fate.

It is a "keyboard" outside Truman.

If the ending of failure is destined, then think about my diary, think about my encounter with her, and think about these two words.

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The contents recorded in the diary stop here. Yu Liang wanted to continue reading, but the page behind did not exist. It was just a few draft papers for practicing calligraphy.

If he was not careful, the draft papers would be scattered from the diary and drifted to various places in the captain's room.

Yu Liang, the god of consciousness, had practiced calligraphy, just like a naive boy who wanted to be praised.

However, the words on these draft papers were neat and uniform, exactly the same.

Countless identical words were arranged together, forming a precise madness.

"Transcendence".

It was like a crazy person who copied the name of his male god, goddess or idol. (End of this chapter)