Chapter 57 Chapter 57 The Little Vest is Here

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The activities here are really big, and there are also hidden small copies.

Mo Shiyu sat in a small teahouse, leaning on a cushion and looking at the interior decoration.

There is actually a small teahouse with flowing water and winding wine cups inside, which makes it look fairy-like. It is obvious that the owner has put a lot of thought and money into it.

Hearing that the boss was from Hong Kong, Mo Shiyu sat down here and started chatting with him.

Bai Lan was originally enjoying drinking tea with him, but soon she started crying because of the bitterness of the tea, and went out to find some sweet pastries to wash her mouth.

The boss looks small and cute, with pigtails, long sleeves, and sunglasses like A Bing's, as if he is about to play the erhu.

After learning that he was Chinese, the boss gave him some steamed buns. "These are barbecued pork buns I made myself. If you like them, that would be great."

Mo Shiyu hadn't eaten steamed buns in a long time. He took it, thanked them, took a bite, and his eyes lit up. "Very authentic, very delicious."

"That's good." The young boss raised his eyebrows and said, "I am Feng." He spoke in Chinese.

[Tutor character detected, wind.]

[Current Favorability: 5 (+5)]

Mo Shiyu couldn't catch his breath and choked: "Cough cough cough!"

Worry showed on Feng's face. He jumped lightly onto the table. His small hands like maple leaves skillfully stroked Mo Shiyu's back a few times, and Mo Shiyu stopped coughing immediately.

"Is this Chinese medicine?" Mo Shiyu suppressed his "WTF" thoughts and raised his eyes.

Feng chuckled, "It's actually a form of martial arts."

"Martial arts..."

Mo Shiyu suddenly realized that the little hand touching him was as small as a baby's hand. Never mind. Now he wasn't surprised by anything that happened in the tutoring room. "Mr. Feng practices martial arts?"

Feng said, "I only have a basic understanding."

Mo Shiyu thought, no need to say more, he understood, this must be a martial arts master!

Mo Shiyu smoothed the hem of her bright red dress and arched her bright and beautiful eyebrows. "I'm Mo Shiyu. Boss, thank you for the tea and buns. I feel like I'm back home."

Feng's dark pupils paused politely for two seconds at Mo Shiyu's face, and he bowed gently. "This is a great compliment to me."

Bright red little carps swam down from the corridor, creating concentric circles under the lotus leaves.

Feng happened to have returned from the Magic City two days ago, and he took a small accessory from the inner room and handed it to him.

Mo Shiyu took it. It was a small fan with a football printed on it. "What is this?"

Feng said, "This is a souvenir I bought in the Magic City. I wanted to give it to my apprentice, but I bought a little too much. If you like it, please be sure to accept it."

"Above is the iconic football sculpture of Shanghai."

Mo Shiyu lowered his head and looked at the small fan.

He didn't ask the stupid question of when this landmark building appeared in Shanghai.

After all, in this world, China's football team just reached the World Cup final last year and is a well-deserved football powerhouse.

Mo Shiyu sighed softly and made a Fat Orange sound.

After all, I am like you.

He still accepted the fan with great care and thanked her sincerely.

***

There was a bustling crowd and the sound of children's laughter could be heard everywhere.

Bai Lan was holding a small candy cane in his hand as he shuttled through the crowd. He squinted his eyes slightly and kicked stones out of boredom.

A young man with green seaweed hair walked over from the crowd, approached him, bent down and whispered something to him.

Bai Lan raised the corner of her red mouth and asked, "More than two years ago?"

"Yes, in the Japanese customs entry records. That's the earliest time point we can find it," the young man with seaweed-green hair said softly, "That adult seemed to appear out of nowhere."

Bai Lan lowered her eyelashes.

Mom is indeed special.

Wait, he frowned. If that was the case, then perhaps there was a connection between Mom and 'books'...

Bai Lan walked past a claw machine while thinking.

The next second, he caught a glimpse of a pair of dark eyes with a cold light.

Bai Lan suddenly turned her head and looked around with a look of surprise and doubt.

He felt like he was being stared at by some cold reptile. That inorganic, emotionless gaze was as if the owner of the gaze was not a living creature at all.

As Bai Lan looked around, she saw several children gathered outside the claw machine and stuffing coins into it.

"This one looks great! Grab this one, grab this one!"

The claw of the doll-grabber caught a white doll while shaking. The doll's limbs were hanging down, and its long hair was fluttering. It was slowly lifted up by the claw. The child immediately laughed in anticipation.

Bai Lan looked around, but he didn't see anyone except a claw machine, a few children, and an octopus dumpling shop.

illusion?

Bai Lan looked around steadily before looking away and speaking to the green-haired boy.

"Keep investigating. This world might be a singularity... The Book won't let Mom go free. It won't let anything happen to her."

After he finished speaking, he smiled sweetly, "Well, thank you for troubling Kikyo~"

The green-haired boy bent down, "Yes."

The claws loosened, and the white doll fell through the gap between the claws, missed the exit, and fell into the claw machine.

The children who were catching dolls immediately sighed in disappointment.

***

When Mo Shiyu walked out of the teahouse, he took a look at the system panel.

[Favorability: 1002. 】

When your level reaches 1000, you can draw character cards.

Mo Shiyu let out a light breath.

I didn't expect that the last few points of favorability came from a gift from a Chinese person. It's amazing.

However, Mo Shiyu did not have the courage to press the card drawing button for the time being, so he decided to add a few buffs to himself first.

He went to a small shop selling amulets, looked around for a few times, thought about it, and bought three lucky charms, one for himself, one for his little vest, and one for his future vest.

No one knows where Bai Lan has gone, but his favorability has reached the highest level, and Mo Shiyu is too lazy to care about him. He will come back anyway.

There was a wine seller nearby. Mo Shiyu was attracted by the aroma of the wine and gulped down a few glasses. Just as he was about to refill his glass, he suddenly heard the sound of a camera taking a picture in the shadows not far away, "click".

The noise was not loud, even inconspicuous, especially in the bustling shrine with people coming and going. However, Mo Shiyu turned around the next second and looked in the direction of the sound with incredible accuracy.

A guy in black clothes took back the camera that was pointing at Mo Shiyu and turned away.

"Wait..." Mo Shiyu took a step forward, and his smoky-gray pupils were met with dazzling light the next moment, and he squinted suddenly.

A small car passed by.

The next second, there was no figure in front of him.

Mo Shiyu looked in that direction, motionless. People passed by him and he lowered his eyes.

What are you doing? Shoot and run.

Did you know that if you were a second later you would be beaten by him?

Mo Shiyu was too lazy to chase after him. He propped up his head, leaned against the wall and drank a few more cups of wine.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and grasped the silver pendant on his chest that moved automatically without any wind.

What's wrong?

He lowered his eyes and just saw a flexible white thread sticking out from the pendant, gently tickling the hollow of his neck.

"..." Mo Shiyu's hand trembled, and some wine spilled from the wine glass at his lips, sliding down his pale chin. He immediately took the pendant in his hand to prevent his hair from getting stained with wine.

He widened his eyes slightly.

So you can move, Mr. Hair!

Ma Jia is back from Yokohama? Mo Shiyu stood up, paid the money, decided on a direction, and walked out.

As he walked, he got closer and closer to the shrine, and finally stepped directly into the shrine.

This is an old wooden building. The floor creaks with every step Mo Shiyu takes. This is the area that has not been renovated. There are not many people here and there are almost no lights. It is dim, as if you are walking on a dark curtain. You can only see the road ahead with the help of the lights from outside.

"Vest?" Mo Shiyu raised his head, and then his face was covered by a soft black shadow.

He fell to the ground and found that the wooden floor was covered with a layer of velvet cloth.

Something seemed to touch his fingertips in the darkness, and Mo Shiyu instinctively shrank back.

The next second, something covered his eyes from behind.

He heard a gentle syllable, as if it were a gentle soothing, but also as if it were filled with a gnawing jealousy. A word was placed on the tip of the tongue, and even the breath was filled with reverie, charm, and cherishment.

"Mother."

Mo Shiyu's face suddenly turned red.

Even the breathing rate suddenly became panic.

For some reason, this one cry was more unbearable to him than if Bai Lan had called him a hundred times.

Did Xiaomajia hear Bai Lan calling him mom, so he followed suit?

But how can you call yourself...

Unable to bear it any longer, he took the doll off the back of his head, held it under his armpits, and lifted it in the air.

The doll waved its four sharp tips in the air in vain, trying to get close to Mo Shiyu.

What? This is still his cute little vest...

Mo Shiyu held it in his arms and touched its head. The vest immediately calmed down, with its limbs hanging down and its head lowered, making it easier for the real person to touch it.

Mo Shiyu asked, "Sheyu, why are you here?"

Upon hearing this, Baby rested her chin on his hand. Mo Shiyu subconsciously supported it with his hand and saw Baby spit out a glittering marble.

Hmm? Mo Shiyu looked at it for a long time. Isn't this the marble given away at the shrine event tonight?

He was so scared that he almost thought the baby had formed a pill.

Mo Shiyu was puzzled, "What's going on? Are you joining in the fun too?"

Wawa didn't answer immediately, but silently took out a few more marbles from her clothes and placed them in Mo Shiyu's hand.

There were more and more marbles, and Mo Shiyu's hands could no longer hold them. It was hard to imagine that so many marbles could be hidden in its small body.

"Sheyu went to work..." Ma Jia reported to him, "Here is the salary."

Mo Shiyu was confused and wondered what kind of job a kid could do.

And I made so much money... uh, marbles back?

But it's still pretty good. Mo Shiyu looked down.

It's a bit embarrassing to say, but he actually likes shiny things. He used to have a lot of marbles in his room.

…

After handing in the marbles, the doll turned into a white-haired boy, fell to the ground, and looked up at Mo Shiyu.

His white eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of ups and downs.

"The real body," he whispered, "I seem to have some clues about that materialized hair..."

Mo Shiyu's expression changed, "Really?"

Shangshan Sheyu nodded.

"What is it?"

Shangshan Sheyu tilted her head and thought for a moment, then grabbed the haori he was wearing with her slender fingers.

He was a ghost and couldn't really touch Mo Shiyu, he just made a grabbing gesture.

But somehow, Mo Shiyu really felt the pulling force on his clothes, and the bright red haori slipped off his body, fell to the ground like petals, and was dragged away bit by bit.

He subconsciously lowered his head, and before he could react, he was pushed backward onto the carpet.

The force was so gentle that he didn't feel any pain, only surprise.

"The clone's obsession is to touch you with this body." She Yu also leaned down and whispered in Mo Shiyu's ear.

Phantom white hair and loose gray hair are intertwined.

Mo Shiyu turned his head and found that not far from him was a white doll holding a feather ornament.

And right at his feet, there was a white doll lying on his calf.

The one who pushed him just now was also a doll. How many dolls are there here... he thought confusedly.

Mo Shiyu didn't know it, but if he looked down from a high place, he would find out -

In the dim room, countless dolls gathered here, like stars surrounding the moon, surrounding the main body on the blanket in the middle, and crawling towards the center little by little.

The scene was strangely low in sanity, but it also revealed an absurd, morbid sense of piety and sacredness.

Before Mo Shiyu could get up, the wide haori fell from the top of his head like a luxurious veil.

He was caught off guard and his entire body was trapped under the haori.

It was pitch black.

A doll lifted its haori and came in. It held up his hand and gently rubbed his white jade wrist as if it were a precious treasure.

Another baby came in unwillingly and stuck to his narrow waist.

Each doll was approaching, conveying the same thought to him, which was transmitted along every nerve to the depths of his soul, creating a resonance as exciting as an echo.

Mo Shiyu seemed overwhelmed by the constant influx of emotions and raised his head, biting his fingers, while his other wrist fell down weakly.

In an instant, marbles clattered and fell all over the floor in the dim room.

A bright red haori was draped on the floor, and one leg was raised, outlining the slightly trembling curve of the human body.

"When I lean against you, when I curl up in your arms, when I hear your breathing, my clone feels complete and happy."

She Yu whispered, his eyelashes trembling, and he looked no calmer than Mo Shiyu.

It is not a doll. It is Shangshan Sheyu.

He is destined to be just a ghost, unable to touch the real body.

The body is everything to him. I want to touch him, kiss him, and smell his beautiful scent. When all my obsession turns into these words.

His emotions materialized into white hair.

"Sheyu..." Mo Shiyu murmured with red eyes, his voice hoarse and pitiful.

"My true self," the white-haired boy leaned over and surrendered to Mo Shiyu's hand, "touch my hair."

"Feel it?"

Mo Shiyu instinctively curled his fingers, "No, I can't touch it..."

"Come again."

"I can't touch it, Sheyu..."

Mo Shiyu's fingers were guided by the doll, and in the mist and confusion, he touched a handful of cold hair.

He opened his eyes wide in shock, the touch at that moment made his nerves tremble like an illusion.

It's the soul. What's different is the soul.

The one that breaks through the character card is the character card that has a soul.