Chapter 56022 He fell in love with Ci Sheng at first sight!

After dinner, Aunt Yang was about to go home.

She doesn't live in the Yang family's house, but her home is in another building in the same community. No matter what happens, it only takes two or three minutes to get there, which is very convenient.

Before leaving, she watched Yang Jiao take her medicine and coaxed her to sleep before leaving. Wu Cisheng also accompanied her downstairs despite her aunt's refusal.

When they returned to the cabin, the only people awake were Wu Cisheng and Lucas.

After washing up in the small bathroom he hadn't seen for a long time, Wu Cisheng lay on the bed he had slept on as a child, staring at the ceiling lights and incandescent lamps that were exactly the same as he remembered. He felt an indescribable complexity in his mood.

Generally, houses that have not been occupied for a long time are filled with a musty smell. This room is not so bad. Although there is a musty smell, it is not obvious. I guess it must be ventilated regularly.

The sheets and quilt covers also have a warm smell of the sun. Is it Aunt Yang?

It can only be her.

The room was silent. Wu Cisheng didn't say anything, and Lucas didn't know what to say. Both of them listened to the faint sound of the wind outside the window.

"Right? What did you say before dinner today?"

At that time, one of them was sleeping on the bed and the other was sleeping on the floor. Wu Cisheng looked at the "giant" on the ground with drooping eyelids.

He had initially suggested going out to stay in a hotel. After all, the weather was getting colder, and secondly, the two of them were not so financially strapped for cash. However, Lucas flatly refused and even brought up Wu Cisheng's mother.

In the end, this is the only way.

"I didn't hear you clearly. You said you have this disease there too. Is there a cure?"

As he spoke further, Wu Cisheng's voice became softer.

Lucas curled up his knees slightly, folded his hands behind his head, and turned his head to look at Wu Cisheng's expression. He said carefully: "This should be a degenerative disease of the nervous system, right? It is the deposition of β-amyloid protein plaques, neurofibrillary tangles and other diseases that cause neuronal damage and death, causing the brain function to gradually decline. At present, you have no way to reverse the pathological changes in the brain, but we seem to have it, but I'm not sure if it is possible. After all, your mother is just an ordinary person. She doesn't have your physical fitness. If she is not careful, she may not be able to cure the disease, but instead..."

"Let me think about it."

Wu Cisheng stopped talking. After a while, he seemed to have thought of something.

"By the way, I've been wanting to ask you this for a while. When I took the Guide Graduation Exam, I needed to randomly select mentally disturbed Sentinels from the archives. I seemed to have seen your number, so..." He said in a firm tone, "Did you cheat with the system?"

Lucas hummed doubtfully at first, then nodded and said vaguely: "Well, I guess so."

Wu Cisheng sniffed his nose and asked, "Why is your pheromone smell so weak today?"

It was so pale it was almost like an average person's. This was truly abnormal. According to previous physiological knowledge, if the sentinel's pheromones were fading, it meant he was either sick or had been injected with some drug that suppressed pheromones.

"Are you sick?"

"No."

Then there is only one possibility left.

Sentinels may have a fever period from time to time, sometimes once every two months, sometimes once every three months. These are all normal physiological phenomena and there will be no problem as long as they are relieved in time.

The Alien Management Committee has always discouraged Sentinels from injecting drugs to suppress their feelings. Sentinels with bound guides can find their own guides, while single Sentinels have more options. There are a variety of guide capsules, perfumes, and concentrated white tablets available on the market.

The choices are so wide and varied that you can get great relief just by ordering anything.

If you rashly use drugs to suppress the agitated pheromones, the consequences will cause the sentinel's mental consciousness to become disordered and his spirit will be affected.

Even a fool knows what is more important.

Wu Cisheng didn't think Lucas was stupid, but to be on the safe side, he still asked, "Did you inject pheromone-inhibiting drugs?"

Lucas nodded.

Wu Cisheng was silent for a few seconds, then unconsciously adopted the tone of a trainee guide addressing a patient: "How often do you have a fever? When was the last time you received counseling?"

His original intention was to understand the frequency of his fever and ask about his counseling during training. He knew that there would be resident guides at the sentinel training base, so it couldn't be that he had never been there, right?

"I think it was about 30 days, a month? As for the last time..." Lucas hesitated for a moment, a hint of nostalgia in his tone: "The time at the hotel."

"...the time when spring returned to the city?"

Lucas nodded again.

Wu Cisheng didn't know what to say for a moment. If he remembered correctly, it had been nearly three months since Spring had returned to the city, and it was already December, the height of winter.

If he does it at a frequency of once a month, then at least twice, was he just using drugs?

According to common sense, sentinels are mentally weak and easily fall into manic disorders. If they use suppressive drugs, date disorders are a small matter. If it happens too many times, they will develop drug resistance. At that time, the fever period that was forcibly postponed by the drugs is completely different from usual.

In the early days of the mutation, many people didn't know much about the Sentinels and thought they were a disease that could be cured by taking medicine. They developed drug resistance after taking medicine over and over again. The data records before their death showed that they died in pain.

Wu Cisheng reached out and turned on the incandescent light in the room. The light was brighter than before. Lucas sat up cross-legged, not knowing why.

"What's wrong?"

Lucas didn't seem to be abnormal. Whether it was every time I chatted with him before, after meeting him, or now, his words and actions did not show any signs of discomfort.

Wu Cisheng looked at it carefully.

"Are you feeling unwell?"

Lucas obviously didn't realize the seriousness of the problem. His face, which couldn't hide his thoughts, was full of joy. He probably thought Wu Cisheng cared about him.

"No, I feel pretty good." He emphasized, "I've always been in good physical condition."

"Okay..." Wu Cisheng pressed the switch on the bedside table, and the room was once again filled with a hazy warm yellow glow. "Go to bed early."

Lucas nodded: "Okay."

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Life on the second day was similar to the first. In the morning, Wu Cisheng got up to make breakfast, and Lucas helped him. Aunt Yang also specially brought two jars of homemade rice sauce from her home, saying that Wu Cisheng could take them with him when he returned to the tower.

Among them, Wu Cisheng had one can and Lucas had one can.

Ms. Yang Jiao's mental state was similar to the first day. She spent most of her time sitting and tearing paper. She needed someone to take her to the bathroom. She ate very slowly, and occasionally, if she encountered a dish she didn't like, she would just grab it and throw it on the ground with her hands.

But she is much easier to take care of than other patients. At least she doesn't leave excrement everywhere, or yell, hit or bite people.

After dinner, she went to the bedroom to sleep, but she didn't stare at Wu Cisheng like before, as if she was used to his presence.

Aunt Yang couldn't stand the two young people staying at home all the time, so she kicked them out after lunch.

There was no other choice but to wander around the surrounding alleys. Lucas listened to Wu Cisheng's vague explanation. Some places were exactly the same as he remembered, while others had changed so much that he couldn't recognize them at all.

Only then did I realize how quickly time had flown by.

Along the way, he met many old acquaintances who greeted Wu Cisheng, and almost everyone asked Lucas: How tall are you?

There was no way around it. Lucas was tall even among the sentries, and when he was where ordinary people were, he looked more like a landmark building.

The two of them walked along the way, met acquaintances, and listened to the old men and women talking about Wu Cisheng's past, and how sensible he was when he was young.

After wandering around for an afternoon, Lucas gained a lot. He not only learned about many events of Ci Sheng that were not recorded in the materials, including elementary and junior high school, but also saw some childhood photos and images.

It is said that the bald uncle with sparse hair used to sell fish at a stall in the vegetable market. He didn't take a photo of Wu Cisheng on purpose at that time. He just bought a new mobile phone and wanted to show off. He happened to be there, so he took two photos casually.

The little boy in the photo is actually a smaller version of Ci Sheng. He is thin and small, wearing large rubber gloves on his hands. He is cleaning the garbage outside the fruit stall. When he noticed that the stall owner was taking pictures, he cooperated and gave a well-behaved smile to the camera.

There was also a wedding video from seven or eight years ago that he saw from another shop owner. Lucas quickly glanced at the insignificant people in the crowd and only looked closely at the little boy who was acting as the wedding boy.

So cute…

In the main film, he spoke long lines seriously and ate properly among a group of adults. In the behind-the-scenes footage, he was holding a bag with some untouched vegetables and asked the people next to him if he could take some back for his mother to taste.

The more Lucas looked at these things, the more he liked them, and he finally spent money to buy them. He already had a lot of allowance in his card, so he was especially generous with his money at this time.

On the contrary, Wu Cisheng didn't care about those old and yellowed photos and didn't even take a look at them.

In the evening, the two people who borrowed Aunt Yang's phone slowly returned home.

Along the way, many people mistook Lucas for Wu Cisheng's bound sentinel. When Lucas recalled this at night, he felt a sense of elated.

He suddenly had the urge to confess.

He confessed that he had indeed stubbornly believed at the beginning that his feelings for Wu Cisheng were the same as Vito's feelings for his younger brother, and he had always wanted to have a lovely younger brother.

He couldn't tell the difference between the two. Aren't they both about loving someone and wanting to be good to someone? What's the difference?

Later, after many things happened, he realized that his feelings for Ci Sheng were completely different from Vito's feelings for his brother.

Vito loves his younger brother and is willing to give his life for him, but when he sees his younger brother falling in love, he will smile and say that he has grown up.

When Lucas saw Ci Sheng standing with others and talking intimately, he would not smile with relief, but his heart would feel like it was being gnawed by a swarm of ants.

He would want to kiss him, hug him, be touched by him, caress him, be closer to him, and even have many unspeakable dreams.

03399 said this is love.

Lucas said oh.

As for when exactly it started? Lucas couldn't remember. Perhaps it was when they first met, or perhaps even earlier, when he first saw him stumbling and bewildered through the holographic projection, and the moment his heart suddenly tightened, it was already determined.

What's that word called?

Lucas, who had not read many books and had little education, thought about it for a long time and finally remembered it.

love at first sight.

Right, right, right…

I fell in love with Cisheng at first sight!

Should I just confess this to him? It just so happened that the atmosphere was so good at that time. Wu Cisheng and Lucas were discussing where to go to Wutong Town the next day. After all, the holiday was only a week, and according to the plan, they could only stay in the town for three days.

"You want to go to my old school? Okay, but let me tell you in advance, it's just an ordinary school, there's nothing much to see nearby..."

Listening to Wu Cisheng's voice, Lucas felt a huge, surging, and hot emotion brewing in his chest, washing over his heart like waves.

This was the first time that the sentinel from another world fell in love with someone, and it was also the first time that he confessed his love. He kept making up his mind and repeating it silently.

He wanted to talk about his feelings for him, his mental journey, and a lot more. He opened his mouth and met Wu Cisheng's gaze.

…

How to describe those eyes?

The shape of her eyes is very beautiful, her eyelashes are like crow feathers, each one distinct, and her blue eyeballs are like glass washed by clear water, flowing with a pool of green.

The eyes swept over him, saying nothing, just looking back at him calmly, and at that moment, Lucas felt as if all his thoughts had become transparent, and all his thoughts were visible in the guide's eyes.

How about now?

An idea came to Lucas' mind. He knew he wanted to confess, and he knew what he wanted to confess.

Wu Cisheng knew his true thoughts, and had always known them, but in the previous two months of conversations, he still agreed with his so-called "brother".

As if guessing what Lucas was thinking, the guide, leaning against the bedside and sorting through some old items, said, "Yeah, I know."

The young man looked at Lucas and smiled gently. That smile seemed to be one of helplessness and indifference.

The tall sentry's throat rolled, and he suddenly thought of the morning when he came to Wutong Town. He thought Ci Sheng was willing to chat with him about family matters in front of another sentry as if no one else was around, and was willing to acquiesce to him deliberately saying that he was visiting his aunt in front of him. In fact, he was not clear about his true feelings for him, and he was secretly happy about it.

It turns out he knew, but he didn't respond, didn't refuse, just watched, just watched.

Facing those eyes that seemed to see through everything, Lucas began to understand why the previous savior became like that and why it was said that Wu Cisheng could not be saved.

Ever since entering the small world, Lucas has been revolving around Wu Cisheng, running around for his affairs, being happy for him, worrying about him, rescuing him from his false beautiful life, and healing his eyes.

But even so, the favorability still only increased from 30 to 45, and the happiness fluctuation was even less.

During that time, I checked the cache almost every hour, always wondering if there was something wrong with one of my parts.

How else could this happen?

Fortunately, this task is not based on the happiness of the task target.

03399 told me when I bound the game that the mission has two focuses. The first is to help the target escape from the predicament, return to the tower, and change the original ending; the second is to find the real cause of his death.

The second task was completed the moment the data was retrieved, and soon after, when Ci Sheng received the email informing him that his reinstatement procedures had been approved, the progress of the first task of escaping the predicament and returning to the tower directly increased to 99%. The last 1% of progress reached the maximum value after he passed the final examination.

In fact, the mission has been completed. Happiness is just an additional factor that can be completed or not. 03399 once said to Lucas, why not leave it like this?

But he insisted on staying.

"what's on your mind."

Wu Cisheng looked at the tall sentry in front of him and sighed in his heart again. This man is so tall and muscular. Even when he sits cross-legged, he looks like a towering mountain. Is it just him, or are all the people there like this?

His face was fierce and he looked unapproachable, but when he looked at him, the sharp thorns disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Wu Cisheng speculated that Lucas must be thinking about how to confess to him now. He would ask himself what he thought of him, what feelings he had for him, the possibility of the two of them being together, etc.

"I'm thinking about you." Lucas paused and continued, "Even though you said you knew just now, I still feel I should say it formally and clearly."

As expected, he began to confess his feelings haltingly. Although some of his descriptions sounded strange, he was indeed sincerely telling Wu Cisheng everything he wanted to say.

"What about you? I really want to know what you think of me. Do you hate me? Or do you like me a little bit?"

Everything is exactly as imagined.

Wu Cisheng sighed deeply.

If someone else had been confessed to like this, perhaps they would have been somewhat moved, right? Unfortunately, Wu Cisheng had been confessed to too many times since he was a child.

I remember when the last savior confessed, the love poem he wrote was even more romantic and touching, with very gorgeous words. Then what did he say?

Many ways to politely refuse or change the subject came to Wu Cisheng's mind.

He had always been like this in the past, and everyone was not stupid. Seeing that he was acting normally, those with a little self-respect would not ask too many questions, and he would directly reject those who did not understand and politely refused.

What about this time?

After a few seconds of silence, Wu Cisheng didn't try to find various euphemistic ways to refuse like before. He frowned slightly and expressed his doubts sincerely: "I'm curious, what is it that you like about me?"

"This is something I've always wanted to ask you. What do you like about me? Do you think I have a good personality? Do you think I'm a good person? Do you think I'm good-looking? Do you think I speak in an interesting way? I can fake all of these things."

“…”

Wu Cisheng rubbed his brows and continued to ask, "What is liking? What is love? These illusory things can neither be seen nor touched, so do they really exist? I think it's just an illusion."

“…”

"I've seen the diary my mother wrote before. Before I was born, there were many stories between her, my biological father, and another suitor."

"That suitor is more of the same social status, but my father is more eloquent and good-looking."

"I've heard many people say that my mother chose my father because she loved him so much. The diary does contain many love poems at the beginning, but later it turned into arguments, quarrels, suspicions and jealousies... Even so, she still loved him. Is this love?"

His expression was no longer the usual humility he showed to his classmates and teachers in public, nor the gentleness he showed to his neighbors during the day. It had become a blank expression with no visible emotions.

"When I was little, I discovered a shortcut to life: I could win everyone's favor by saying something I didn't really mean. I had to say different things to different people, and that way I could get along with everyone. When doing good things, I had to leave a name for myself. Reputation is something you can't see or touch, but sometimes it can bring unexpected benefits... Why are you looking at me like that?"

Lucas's eyelids drooped.

"The real me disappoints you?"

Lucas immediately shook his head. "I just wish I had shown up earlier. You look so young in the photo, yet you've learned so many survival skills. You must have suffered a lot, right?"

“…”

"Actually, I've concealed some things before. I was also very unlucky when I was a child. I'm afraid that telling you about many embarrassing things will affect my image in your heart..." Lucas stood up, bent down and gently hugged the handsome guide beside the bed. "It's okay, I understand."

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