Chapter 21: Fantasy Scripture (Part 2) Zhang Xiaodeng's Dreamland.

After He Xiaoqiu apologized, many of his fans left comments: "A good child is one who admits his mistakes and corrects them."

Liu Yan also forwarded the video with the caption: "Still love you."

Zhang Deng deleted all the stuff, so he didn't know how others evaluated him. When he asked himself honestly, he felt that he really didn't care that much.

He is not a stubborn person most of the time, but for some reason he just wanted an apology this time. After getting it, he felt that maybe he was just not convinced by the world.

What he thinks is right is not important to others. He just wants to rebel once and make everyone agree with him.

Once you get it, it's not precious anymore.

Zhang Deng immediately stopped caring and thought, forget it, he won’t go online anymore.

He even uninstalled all his software and started his writing career full-time.

But the fans flocked to Wei Yuanye's account again. They frantically called Zhang Deng under Wei Yuanye's account. Wei Yuanye showed him his mobile phone before cooking, allowing Zhang Deng to see some messages from his "fans".

Many people support him, but many people also say that he shouldn't delete the video. Others say that they understand why Zhang Deng deleted the video, but he should not be too self-pitying. There are still many people in this world who like him, and he should leave a memory for his fans.

Zhang Deng felt a little embarrassed by what he said. He was indeed too good at escaping and didn't know how to deal with other people's enthusiasm. Moreover, his life's focus was no longer here. He couldn't adapt to the pace of the internet and wasn't good at interpersonal communication. His every move online would be magnified, allowing everyone to see that he had serious personality flaws, which put him under great pressure.

Zhang Deng replied to a few comments using Wei Yuanye's account, and only promised to update his current situation when he was free, which was relatively easy for him to do.

Zhang Deng has an older red medium-sized Arctic Fox backpack that he bought when he was in high school. This backpack is very durable and suitable for carrying a laptop and books, so Zhang Deng always carries it when he commutes.

Zhang Deng has a certain degree of fetish, which is manifested in his reluctance to throw away anything. He has prepared small boxes to carefully store yogurt cans, beer bottle caps, metal wire for tying bread, and other things. He will not find a way to throw them away until he can no longer keep the house tidy. He cherishes things so much that this schoolbag has been with him for so many years, and there are only signs of wear and tear on it.

Zhang Deng had not been working recently, so he put away his backpack. This morning, he took it out again while Wei Yuanye went out for exercise.

He searched his room for a long time, but there was nothing particularly exquisite that could be put in the room. The most things in his room were books, but giving books to others was a very wishful thing. Nowadays, few people like to read paper books, and even if they do, they may not like to read the books that Zhang Deng likes.

So Zhang Deng didn't put the book away in the end. He put some snacks, a puppy ring, a few bags of vegetable juice, and a grip training device. He found a lot of gifts, and then when Wei Yuanye entered the house, he said solemnly, "Thank you for your company."

Wei Yuanye was still holding breakfast in his hand and was silent.

Zhang Deng said, "I know you should have left a long time ago. I'm giving you some gifts as souvenirs of this world."

He hadn't mentioned his experience in Wei Yuanye's world, but he felt he knew. The few times he'd entered that world, he'd always found it boring. It seemed like there wasn't a lot of material goods, and people weren't materialistic. It was a place that suited Wei Yuanye perfectly, but Zhang Deng found it a bit dull.

Zhang Deng said, "Don't waste any more time. Really, I'm totally fine."

At this moment, there was indeed no more alarm sound in Wei Yuanye's ears, and it seemed that the world with lights on was really stable.

Wei Yuanye sat beside him, still saying nothing. He opened the schoolbag, looked at the things inside, and couldn't help laughing. These were all the good things in Zhang Deng's heart.

Zhang Deng was willing to give him these things, which probably made him feel worse than giving him some money.

Wei Yuanye said, "You're giving me this bag too?"

"Of course," Zhang Deng said, "this bag can be used for at least ten years."

Zhang Deng was being conservative. If he were to use it, he would plan to use it for another twenty years. After all, he took good care of it. But the same couldn't be said for Wei Yuanye.

"How do you understand goodbye?" Wei Yuanye asked him.

Zhang Deng: "I can't see you for the time being."

Zhang Deng said, "I will remember you, and you will remember me. Then we will not really be separated. One day, fate will guide us to meet again."

Wei Yuanye: "That's right."

"I'll come find you when your story is finished," Wei Yuanye still made this promise, "don't worry."

Zhang Deng really believed it this time. He felt that Wei Yuanye might really be able to do it. He smiled from the bottom of his heart and said, "Thank you."

Zhang Deng is a chatterbox. He always has a lot of emotions he wants to express and a lot of opinions he wants to communicate. He has many, many ways to express himself, but he feels that they are not very appropriate.

He had already said everything he wanted to say in the car on the way to the restaurant for dinner that day, and he believed that Wei Yuanye had heard it all.

Wei Yuanye seemed to want to say something, but he didn't. In the end, he just smiled and said, "So, am I really leaving?"

This was not a question Wei Yuanye would ask. He would usually just do it directly, so Zhang Deng knew that Wei Yuanye was not as calm as he appeared.

In fact, this is enough. Zhang Deng just needs to know that he also has weight in Wei Yuanye's heart.

Wei Yuanye picked up the schoolbag and saw that it contained quite a few things, but it was surprisingly light in his hand. He looked around the room and finally looked at the little kitten.

Xiao Mi lay on his cat climbing frame, watching all this quietly without saying a word, because there was nothing in front of him that required him to be alert.

Wei Yuanye stood up and simply said, "The cat's water hasn't been added yet."

Zhang Deng: "Oh, okay."

Wei Yuanye couldn't leave any contact information, so he sent his account and password to Zhang Deng and said, "Here you go."

Zhang Deng: "Wow, I have another account."

"Let's sell it," Wei Yuanye said casually, "It's worth a lot of money."

Wei Yuanye picked up his schoolbag and took out the pager that Zhang Deng hadn't seen in a long time. The two of them just looked at each other, both light-hearted, and Zhang Deng said, "Goodbye."

Wei Yuanye lowered his head and pressed it, then nodded at him.

Zhang Deng just watched him disappear in his living room. He was stunned for a moment, and at this moment there was only one overly literary sentence in his mind.

“Even though this is the beginning of life’s endless torrent of pain, the present moment is still excessively quiet.”

Zhang Deng couldn’t remember who said it, but after thinking about it, it seemed like he wrote it himself.

This is Zhang Deng's view on pain and separation. He knows that despair always explodes like a spark in an instant, but it does not have the same brilliant manifestation as the spark. Pain is the most treacherous villain. They often come in an ordinary posture, and then give you a fatal blow, leaving you to move forward with injuries for the rest of your life.

Zhang Deng got up and added water for Xiao Mi.

Xiao Mi jumped down to the ground and circled around him twice. It lowered its head to drink water, but slightly bitter water kept falling from the bowl.

When Zhang Deng stood up, he looked normal. The breakfast Wei Yuanye had bought was still warm. He had bought two portions but left without eating his own. Zhang Deng couldn't finish it, so the rest had to be put in the refrigerator.

There are still some uneaten dishes in the refrigerator from last night. This is what parting is like.

Wei Yuanye asked Zhang Deng how he understood separation, and this was how Zhang Deng understood separation.

The relentless stinging pain kept coming, not fatal but annoying.

Zhang Deng muttered, "I have to work."

He opens the recruitment software and lets you submit your resume. The scope of submission is somewhat unscrupulous. Editors are best, copywriters are also OK, and if that doesn't work, operations and HR can also be tried.

After sending out resumes for the whole morning, he found several suitable jobs. He didn't take a break and started writing the novel directly. He worked at his desk until dark. He spent the whole day typing like this. When he looked at his mobile phone, it was already seven o'clock in the evening. The screen showed that he had received three messages at around four o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhang Deng clicked it and was stunned for a moment. Liu Yan and He Xiaoqiu sent him messages at the same time.

He Xiaoqiu's message was on top, saying, "Do you know where Liu Yan is?"

Two of Liu Yan's messages were folded, and he clicked on them.

At 2:50 he sent a message: "Are you home?"

At four o'clock, he sent another message: "I'm downstairs."

Zhang Deng was startled and felt his scalp numbing. He opened the curtains, but the thick night blocked his view and he couldn't see clearly what was downstairs.

The winter in the north was so cold that even if he just opened the curtains, he could still feel the biting cold wind outside.

Zhang Deng held the mobile phone in his hand as if he was holding a bomb, but even he himself could not explain the physical tension.

He could tell from these two text messages that something must have gone wrong between Liu Yan and He Xiaoqiu, and that the problem was blamed on him.

He really didn't want to be involved in the vortex of the relationship between these two people anymore. No matter in what capacity, he didn't want to get close to them anymore.

Zhang Deng didn't reply to anyone's message. He deleted both messages and made them disappear from his own dialog box. Then he looked at Wei Yuanye's dialog box, which had been pushed down by other messages. He clicked it and saw that they had actually never said anything to each other.

Because they had always lived together, Zhang Deng usually only went to exercise in the morning when Wei Yuanye was still asleep. When he still hadn't returned, he would ask him, "Where are you?"

Wei Yuanye always has only two words: "Right away."

Then they would be home in about half an hour after the conversation. There was nothing worth appreciating in their conversation. Even Zhang Deng, an overly romantic person, had to admit that there was really nothing to be sad about.

He still felt a little lost, though. Zhang Deng thought it was only a small amount, perfectly within reason. So even though it was only seven o'clock, he decided to go to bed early. He took a double dose of medication to help him sleep and alleviate the feeling of weightlessness brought on by the farewell.

"Zhang Deng," the boy said while chewing a lollipop, "What a cute name."

Zhang Deng didn't know when he stood here. He also had a lollipop in his hand, but he didn't like eating it, so he just held it in his hand and didn't put it in his mouth.

Zhang Deng had seen this boy so many times that he knew he was dreaming the moment he saw him.

The boy said, "There have been too many worlds on the Ye axis that are about to collapse recently. Everyone's life is so miserable."

Zhang Deng said: "I came from Ye Axis."

"Yes," the boy said, "Because your time coordinates are after the millennium, the population is too large and the pressure of survival is great. It's really not easy."

Zhang Deng said, "What about you?"

The boy gave him a strange look and said, "What a strange question."

"I'm a native World Tree person," the boy said. "After death, I'll be burned to become the World Tree's nourishment. I can only serve the people in this life."

Zhang Deng said, "But I don't know."

Boy: “Did you forget?”

"Because I seem to have some problems," Zhang Deng said, "I don't remember anything. I feel like I'm in a dream."

The boy looked at him strangely and said, "You've said that before."

"Yeah," Zhang Deng said, "I probably told you this repeatedly at many points, because I really feel a little confused. I can't even remember your name right now."

boy:"……"

Zhang Deng asked, "What's your name? I really want to meet you."

"My name is—" the boy thought for a moment and said, "I don't think I should tell you."

"Ah?" Zhang Deng felt a little regretful. He thought he and the boy were good friends.

The boy said, "I see. You're still on the Ye axis, aren't you? You're still a citizen of the world. If I tell you now, it'll disrupt the rhythm of our acquaintance. Well, I'll just let you be confused for a while, and you'll understand later."

Zhang Deng asked, "Are we friends?"

"Of course," the boy said, "I'm your best friend."

Zhang Deng was extremely happy to hear this. He wanted to ask, "What about Wei Yuanye and I?" But he felt that the boy would not tell him this.

The boy was a person who understood boundaries very well. After he knew that Zhang Deng was not on this line, he did not reveal anything more. He just said, "You must be confused too."

Because it was a dream, Zhang Deng had no scruples, and since the boy was his friend, he told the truth: "I'm very sad."

"Oh," the boy said, "You looked quite sad before."

The boy said, "You came here because you're sad. Of course you're sad. Anyone who follows you into your world must be going crazy because you're so sad you're starting to become schizophrenic."

Zhang Deng: “!”

“Is this schizophrenia?”

Boy: "Yes, the earliest form of schizophrenia begins with the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality, but they do travel to other people's worlds. It's just that because their minds are too fragile, they choose to escape and travel into other people's worlds through the cracks they created."

Zhang Deng felt like the sky was falling again. How come his condition got worse?

Boy: "It's okay. Don't you have supporters in your world to help you?"

"I just sent him back."

boy:"?"

The boy exclaimed, "Ah!" and said, "What?"

"You," the boy said, "but this isn't right. If you test positive and your wish is fulfilled, then he can leave."

Zhang Deng said, "It's done."

Boy: “Are you healed?”

According to what the boy said, they need to meet several indicators to complete their mission. Zhang Deng should have passed all of them before Wei Yuanye can retreat. But if he has achieved all of them, how could he still travel through the world?

The boy was confused. He said, "What's going on?"

Zhang Deng: "I don't know either."

The boy could only think of one reason. He asked, "Are you in love with your supporter?"

Zhang Deng: "How is that possible?"

"You should have recovered by now. All your indicators are up to standard," the boy said. "But you still collapsed after he left. If you're not in love with him, what are you?!"

Zhang Deng flatly denied it: "Of course not."

The boy shook his shoulders: "Don't deny it, or you'll really split up!"

Zhang Deng: "I really don't love him. We are just friends."

The boy looked at him suspiciously. "What's going on?"

"Maybe I'm a sentimental person."

The boy could only agree with him and said, "Then... just wait. The supporter has to go back. He might be suspected of dereliction of duty or neglect of responsibility. In any case, he should be punished."

Zhang Deng: “!”

He was shocked and said, "Is this true? What should I do then?"

"Don't worry about him," the boy said. "It's his own fault."

Zhang Deng didn't think so. He said, "I have to go back quickly. I won't come next time."

Boy: "So you think you can come whenever you want and leave whenever you want?"

"Yeah," Zhang Deng waved to him, "I'm leaving first. Bye."

After saying that, he really disappeared immediately, leaving the boy standing there in a disheveled state.

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