Chapter 73 Epilogue

"Ding Dong, we've arrived at the terminal..."

At 7:30 in the morning, the whole city began to come alive.

Office workers and students crowded into the subway station, and the roar of the train's start instantly drowned out the music in their headphones.

Like everyone else, Tang Shui was wearing headphones and looking at his phone with sleepy eyes.

This is the fifth day of her internship. She is more tired than a dog and has more resentment than a ghost.

In the headphones, the news was reporting on the financial dispute between designer Feng Zhibei and the wealthy Feng family.

"...Before the trial began, the Feng family used improper means to cause personal harm to Mr. Feng. This incident has had a significant negative impact on society..."

Tang Shui's eyelids could no longer hold up, she nodded her head and muttered softly.

“I don’t understand the life of rich people…”

A photo of Mr. Feng popped up on the phone's screen.

The red-haired man was lying on the hospital bed, his skin was so pale that it was almost transparent, his eyes were tightly wrapped with gauze, and there was a faint blood seeping out.

"Oh my god."

Tang Shui was frightened awake.

She remembered that this designer surnamed Feng was not only talented but also very beautiful, yet she was persecuted to this extent by her blood relatives.

It can be said to be beautiful, strong and miserable.

The subway notification sounded, and she was momentarily distracted.

I always feel that this voice is so familiar, but I can't remember it.

She shook her head, put her phone in her pocket, and followed the crowd out of the subway.

It is early spring, there is a hint of warmth in the breeze, and everything is so full of life and vitality.

"Hey, Xiao Tang, have you heard? We're going to have a new boss!"

In the tea room, there were gossips between a female colleague and Tang Shui.

The female colleague lowered her voice, "The new boss is a man, and I heard he's a programmer! Oh, so annoying... But luckily he's young, so he shouldn't be as troublesome as those old guys."

Tang Shui was also deeply persecuted by the middle-aged male boss, so he nodded and said, "I hope he is a good boss who will leave work on time and not get off work overtime."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the tea room door.

Immediately afterwards, a tall and handsome young man entered the tea room holding a thermos cup.

The man had very fair skin, short black hair, and was wearing a plaid shirt that was buttoned neatly to the neck.

When I turned around, the earrings on my ears sparkled.

Tang Shui watched the man take a cup of coffee from the thermos, then nodded slightly to them, said hello, and left.

The female colleague was stunned.

"This guy is dressed so casually... and I haven't heard of any new hires coming in to work there?"

The two people looked at each other, and the same answer came to their minds.

——New boss!

Yan Chuxue didn't know what her subordinates were thinking.

He sat in his office, staring at the computer in front of him.

A month ago, he woke up in the hospital and his family members were crying around him.

It is said that he fell down the stairs, accidentally hit his head, and forgot a lot of things.

Yan Chuxue looked at an encrypted file in the computer with a serious expression. She put her hand on the keyboard, paused for a few seconds, and then slowly put it down.

...Among the things he forgot was how to use a computer.

His family said he had been a programmer.

How could anyone forget how to eat?

Yan Chuxue pondered for a moment, bought a few introductory Python books online, searched for a few tutorial videos, and started watching.

A corporate day always goes by quickly. When they heard that they didn’t have to work overtime today, everyone in the office cheered.

“The new boss is awesome!”

At dusk, everyone walked out of the office building with happy smiles on their faces because they didn't have to work overtime.

Yan Chuxue stood on the top floor of the building and looked down from the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The boy and girl after school met at the street corner after dusk. Their faces were almost as red as the sun in the sky, but they still held each other's hands.

The wrinkled old lady on the public seat raised her head and stared at the sun with cloudy eyes as it slowly disappeared into the horizon.

The temperature begins to drop and the interior lights turn on automatically.

Night falls.

Even on a weekday night, the commercial street is crowded with people and the aroma of food wafts from the surrounding restaurants.

"...Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you unhappy with your internship lately?"

Tang Shui met his companion's worried eyes.

She was a little confused and shook her head, "I didn't, what's wrong..."

Just as he finished speaking, something warm dripped onto his hand.

"Hey? Why am I crying...?"

Tang Shui wiped his face, tears streaming down like a dam bursting.

Her companion comforted her, patting her back gently. "Oh, don't cry... It's all in the past. Let's get a promotion and a raise, and overthrow the boss!"

"No, that's not the case. The new boss is very nice and doesn't even work overtime..."

The streets are bustling and thousands of lights are on.

The moon rose in the sky as usual. Today was the 16th day of the lunar calendar. The moon on the 15th was full on the 16th day. A huge full moon appeared in the dark night.

This is obviously a very common thing.

On the street, a young man and woman were holding hands and suddenly looked up at the moon.

"What's going on... I suddenly feel sad..."

The girl shed a tear and murmured.

When she saw the moon rise as expected, she actually felt a long-lost feeling.

It was like she hadn't seen the moon in a long time.

On the other side of the street corner, the crowd screamed.

The security guard swung a stick and knocked a shifty middle-aged man to the ground.

"Bah, you're already a grown man, and you're still harassing a little girl!"

Hearing this, people looked at the man lying on the ground with contempt.

"Oh, things have been really turbulent lately, a lot of things have happened..."

"If you ask me, it's all because of the excessive pressure these days. Look, people are going crazy!"

Yan Chuxue stood on the other side of the road, took a glance, and then looked away.

He was buying octopus balls, the hot steam covering his hands and emitting an enticing aroma.

"Buy some candied haws—"

The sound of hawking came from not far away.

Yan Chuxue turned her head and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

There are also people selling candied haws on the street. The fresh fruits are cut into pieces and strung together, then coated with syrup and become crystal clear.

Yan Chuxue stared at it for a long time and didn't even have time to eat the meatballs because they were all cold.

Watching others cutting fruit, he always felt a little itchy.

...I don't know if he wants to cut fruit or people.

He paused in his movements.

Why did I have the idea of killing someone?

Yan Chuxue shook her head and turned to walk towards the villa where she currently lived.

It may be the sequelae of brain injury, it's normal.

It should get better if you take care of it slowly.

-

Three days later.

Today is a day off, and Yan Chuxue came to the hospital for a physical examination.

He had a general understanding of what he was going to do during his work in the past few days.

The company's overseas department once collaborated with the injured and unconscious designer Mr. Feng on a holographic game called Wilderness.

It is said that the core technology of the game was designed by Yan Chuxue herself.

Even though he himself doesn't remember it happening.

"It's basically no big deal. It might take a little stimulation to remember what happened before. Relax, it's okay..."

The basic examination showed no problems, and the doctor whispered to him to go upstairs for a test and check if he had any cognitive errors.

Yan Chuxue responded and turned to walk towards the elevator.

He turned on his cell phone as he walked.

The game is ready, the promotion is in place, and all that’s left is to release it on the market.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the Feng family, because of the previous case, lured the designer to the old house on the pretext of celebrating his birthday and blinded him.

He was not clear about the dispute between the designer and his family, but he vaguely remembered that it was a fight over property ownership.

Yan Chuxue blinked her dry eyes.

The hospital was quiet. With a ding, the elevator door opened.

He subconsciously tensed his nerves.

He relaxed after seeing that there was no one in the elevator.

He has been in this state frequently since his injury.

But it doesn't matter, everything will get better slowly.

Yan Chuxue's fingers tapped quickly on the phone screen.

When the boss is very busy, he has to deal with official business even on his day off.

He was replying to emails on his phone as he walked out of the elevator when he unexpectedly bumped into something warm.

"Well!"

The young man's slightly hoarse voice sounded.

Yan Chuxue looked up hurriedly and caught a glimpse of red, "Sorry."

"It's okay, sorry I was walking a little fast just now..."

In front of me was a young man wearing a hospital gown, a pair of sunglasses, and long red hair draped over his shoulders.

He lowered his sunglasses a little, revealing his pale eyes and blinked, "Yan Chuxue?"

Yan Chuxue was stunned. "Who are you?"

"Oh... no, I forgot you're now retarded in this thread."

Feng Zhibei muttered softly.

Yan Chuxue didn't hear these words, but just looked at him quietly.

The red-haired young man put his sunglasses back on and held out his hand.

"I'm Feng Zhibei."

The hand that was stretched out was white and slender. Yan Chuxue reacted quickly and also stretched out her hand to hold it for a few seconds before letting it go.

"Hello, Yan Chuxue. If I remember correctly, you were responsible for the conceptual design of the wilderness."

"Yeah, yes," Feng Zhibei smiled, "It's my turn to use honorifics. I'm a few years younger than you."

Yan Chuxue always felt that although the person in front of her was beautiful, she was full of thorns and her words sounded strange.

But artists always have their own world, so he didn't care and nodded, saying, "No, we are all partners."

The two exchanged contact information and said goodbye.

Yan Chuxue walked towards the room at the end of the corridor for examination, while Feng Zhibei looked around and slipped into someone else's ward.

“…Fuck, you scared me to death!”

In the ward, Min Zhichun was so scared that he almost pulled out the needle.

She was also wearing a hospital gown, with her hair tied up. She was thin and small, and looked particularly pitiful.

“Guess who I met today?”

Feng Zhibei sat down on the bed and picked up an apple from the table and started eating it.

"This is a tribute someone gave me... No, this is my gift! Don't eat it!"

Min Zhichun didn't dare to shout for fear of attracting the nurses and doctors, so he could only hammer Feng Zhibei's back with his hands.

But the difference in strength was too great, and this method did not cause any harm to him.

Feng Zhibei swallowed the last bite of the apple before speaking slowly.

"I met Yan Chuxue."

Min Zhichun was stunned and slowly withdrew his hand.

Ever since Feng Zhibei used his attributes to tear the world into a completely different state, they haven't seen Yan Chuxue again.

Perhaps it was because Yan Chuxue was the only one who had died several times, and reversing the future again had a certain impact on him, causing some damage to his brain.

"I say, how long are you going to keep pretending here? He Xinmei said she's planning to go to the island with her brother and wants to know if you want to go."

Min Zhichun avoided the topic and turned to talk about another matter.

"No, I want to pursue my career."

Feng Zhibei refused very straightforwardly.

He stood up, went to the private bathroom in the ward to wash his hands, and took off his sunglasses.

"I haven't killed Ji Ling yet. I have to put him in jail before I can feel at ease. Otherwise, why would I stay in the ward pretending every day?"

Feng Zhibei put his sunglasses back into his pocket and turned to leave.

"Hey! Wait a minute, I want to ask you something."

Min Zhichun hurriedly called him, his expression a little hesitant, but he finally spoke.

"I say...what are you and Yan Chuxue planning to do?"

Feng Zhibei restrained his smile and lowered his eyes.

"Let's wait until he remembers."

He ignored Min Zhichun's shouting behind him, waved to her and left the ward.

Life goes on. Yan Chuxue taught herself Python and has reached the level where she can create an automatic heart-drawing program.

To celebrate, he posted this masterpiece on his WeChat Moments.

When you refresh, a new comment appears.

[Feng: So cute, who did you make this for?]

Yan Chuxue pondered and finally ignored the second half of the question.

【Blade Snow: Not cute.】

【Ren Xue: Do you like it?】

Feng Zhibei, lying on the hospital bed, curled up in the quilt, and kicked his legs with joy when he heard this sentence.

He jumped up and took screenshots quickly, preserving the evidence to show Yan Chuxue when she regained her memory in the future.

The world has changed a lot.

Due to the side effects of forcibly changing future time, many players who had done evil in the game were not in a good mental state, and their combat effectiveness was greatly weakened, so they were all taken to a mental hospital.

There are no extraterrestrial creatures in this world. Everyone, including Feng Zhibei, is pure human from the inside out.

During this period, Feng Zhibei and Yan Chuxue chatted a lot online, covering a wide range of topics, from human philosophy to what to eat tonight.

Now, Yan Chuxue came to check in with him again.

【Retarded: What are we having for dinner tonight? 】

[Retarded: I haven’t eaten yet, just for reference]

Feng Zhibei's note for Yan Chuxue was "mentally retarded", and he planned to change it to something else when he returned to normal.

Rose eats crow: No, not hungry.

[Rose Eats Crow: So boring, I don’t want to stay in the hospital]

[Mentally retarded: Can I come out of the hospital to play? ]

Feng Zhibei curled the corners of his mouth and tapped the phone screen a few times with his fingers nimbly.

[Rose Eats Crow: Yes, big brother, take me to play]

So the next day, Yan Chuxue skipped work and rode his newly bought motorcycle to pick up Feng Zhibei.

He originally wanted to drive, but his memory-damaged brain really couldn't remember how to drive, and Feng Zhibei didn't want to ride in other people's cars.

"Wow, do you even remember how to ride this?"

Feng Zhibei changed his clothes and put on sunglasses, looking like he was going to walk the red carpet.

Yan Chuxue was also stunned when she saw him.

Her flamboyant red hair was tied back, revealing her slender, fair neck, which made him feel strangely uncomfortable.

"What are you thinking about?"

Feng Zhibei waved his hand in front of him.

Yan Chuxue looked at him and asked, "Are you really okay like this?"

"It's okay, I'm well now. I'm hiding in the hospital."

The red-haired young man smiled and naturally put his arm around Yan Chuxue's arm. "Let's go eat something first. I'm a little hungry. I'm in the hospital every day and my mouth is almost dry."

During the day on weekdays, the streets are very deserted.

Yan Chuxue helped Feng Zhibei take off his helmet, and a strand of hair swayed in front of the latter's eyes.

He couldn't wear sunglasses because he was wearing a helmet, and this was the first time Yan Chuxue saw his eyes.

Feng Zhibei's eye color is very light, a beautiful gray, like a black-gray opal.

Now, the owner of these eyes was smiling at him in the sunlight.

The warm breeze of early spring blew on his body, and with a warm and beautiful woman beside him, Yan Chuxue felt for the first time that it was great to be alive.

At noon, in Yan Chuxue’s company cafeteria.

The cafeteria is designed like a buffet, with a wide variety of dishes.

"Damn, look at this picture, isn't it our new boss?"

Tang Shui was just about to eat when her colleague handed her a cell phone.

There was a news item on the screen.

"Breaking news! Renowned designer Feng Zhibei is actually dating him..."

Tang Shui drank his drink while scrolling down, and a picture appeared in front of him.

"Pfft—cough cough cough, what is this!"

In the picture, two men, one tall and one short, are sitting by the window in a street restaurant. The shorter one has long red hair and is feeding the cake in his hand to the man opposite him.

Both of them had happy smiles on their faces.

Tang Shui's pupils trembled.

She didn't bother to continue eating and quickly handed the phone to her colleague.

After a deep silence, the two people suddenly felt a sense of sadness.

I was working, and my boss skipped work early to go on a date.

"hateful!"

Tang Shui angrily took a bite of the pancake in his hand.

As time went by, Yan Chuxue had evolved from being able to create automatic heart-drawing programs using Python to being able to create more complex instructions.

While he was studying the code, he suddenly remembered the encrypted file in his computer.

During this time, no matter how he tried, the password was wrong.

Fortunately, there is no upper limit on the number of errors that a file can have.

At the same time, his relationship with Feng Zhibei gradually warmed up during this period.

The Feng family's case came to an end, and the result was no surprise. Feng Zhibei won the case.

But this case led to several other criminal cases, and eventually a young man named Ji Ling was arrested.

Feng Zhibei was extremely happy at that time and came to him with a bottle of red wine to celebrate.

Yan Chuxue always felt that Feng Zhibei had a very familiar feeling, but he couldn't remember where he had met him before.

The game launch conference will be held in a few days, and both he and Feng Zhibei will attend.

Yan Chuxue plans to do something big.

On the day of the press conference, many bigwigs were present.

Feng Zhibei was already accustomed to being observed and stared at by all kinds of people. He just smiled casually and sat in his seat playing with his mobile phone.

"So early?"

A bony hand suddenly appeared before my eyes.

Feng Zhibei didn't even raise his head, but rested his chin on his hands, with a smile in his voice.

"You're too late."

The art design of the Wilderness game is considered the ceiling of the industry. The perfect scenes and realistic effects have attracted many interested players.

The reporters were holding huge cameras, and the shutter sounds were like frogs croaking after rain.

Feng Zhibei blinked uncomfortably.

There are side effects to using this attribute, and they mainly affect the eyes and throat.

After waking up from the hospital, Feng Zhibei was actually unable to see or speak for a while.

"Then please invite Mr. Feng Zhibei, the Art Director of Wilderness, to come to the stage and speak!"

Applause broke out from the crowd, and the sound of shutter clicks, like frogs croaking, became louder.

After all, this designer is young and beautiful, making her very suitable for headlines.

Feng Zhibei smiled at the people below and talked freely.

Yan Chuxue sat in her seat and suddenly felt a sudden sense of familiarity.

He couldn't help but frown, and several images flashed through his mind.

A slightly hoarse voice came from the stage, gradually overlapping with the voice in memory.

"...I want to thank everyone, especially Mr. Yan Chuxueyan. He gave me inspiration. I couldn't have created these pictures on my own. Thank you."

Feng Zhibei looked straight at Yan Chuxue with his pale eyes and bowed to him.

Thunderous applause rang out again.

There was originally going to be a small dinner after the press conference.

Feng Zhibei left early on the grounds of feeling unwell. When he was looking for his keys in the parking lot, he was hugged from behind.

"I found you..."

The person behind me was panting and sounded like he had been running all the way here.

"Does what you said before still count? When you come back safely... be my lover."

Feng Zhibei stood there without moving, a smile slowly appearing on his face.

"certainly."

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