Chapter 88

Somewhere in the world.

Things are completely out of control, Chen Yan thought.

He spread out his grey cloak to cover himself, thinking of the clothes with invisibility magic in the movies he had seen as a child. He never expected that he would wear them one day.

Even though the earrings had promised that no one would see him, Chen Yan still pulled down his hood to cover his face as much as possible, just in case.

Although if you are really recognized, a thin hood will be of little use.

It's ridiculous that he actually communicated with an earring and could even understand its intentions; it was so ridiculous that if he submitted his work to a magazine, people would say it was too nonsensical.

The winged earrings were leading the way a meter or two ahead of him, occasionally glancing back to see if he was following. The floating red was like an excited heart; he could even feel it beating excitedly.

Today its red shines far brighter than usual.

Oh, and by the way, he's currently on a prison break.

That's right, escape from a prison where one has no idea where it is, a prison that is watched over by an omnipotent god and is guarded at all times.

Chen Yan followed the instructions of the earring and walked out of the prison in a swagger under its red light.

Of course he would be nervous when doing this, but the servants who usually brought him food and reported his situation to the gods in detail were all blind and ignored the humans passing by them.

After seeing Chen Yan's surprised expression, the little thing flapped its wings proudly as if to seek credit.

He didn't know how the earrings did it, but after the little thing promised it, he believed it.

It's just a death anyway, so it's better to give it a try than to wait here endlessly without knowing whether to live or die.

Perhaps there was some kind of virtual image remaining in the same place, and the gods' servants did not notice his escape.

As for the gods, they haven't appeared for some time.

He was very busy, working on a drama of great importance, in which he was one of the important actors. When he came to visit Chen Yan, he would be interrupted from time to time by his subordinates, who would whisper and report some of the latest developments.

Chen Yan always curled up in the corner sickly, showing an indifferent and world-weary attitude towards everything. In addition, the gods never felt that this weak and powerless human being could not escape from their palms, so those conversations did not deliberately avoid him.

So Chen Yan heard it all.

Hear the gods' plans. Hear the leaders they trust. Hear... "Easter."

If the divine servants couldn't see through the earrings' subtle trick, then the gods certainly could.

But Easter is just around the corner, and the gods are so occupied with their time and energy that they have no time to care about a boring human being who is as unresponsive as a puppet.

But there is still a risk that He will come back at any time, and by then all the secrets will be exposed, which will only lead to an even more tragic ending.

Chen Yan's current attempt to escape from prison is like walking on a tightrope.

He thought he would hate this feeling of being out of control, but the excitement roaring in his blood told him that he clearly loved this out-of-control, extreme adventure.

Have you ever experienced something similar? Your blood races, your pulse rate reaches its peak, and, fueled by the suspension bridge effect, you develop a false sense of love for someone?

When he was thinking about something, he habitually wanted to touch his left ear. The touch of the smooth, empty earlobe reminded him that the earring was no longer an earring.

Seeing that he was slowing down, the little winged creature flew over worriedly and hugged his fingers.

The little floating heart was beating. Beating.

It said, it's coming soon, just ahead.

It said, please don't give up.

Coming soon...? Where?

Chen Yan looked up and saw a faint light appearing at the end of the pure white, boundless prison of God.

*

Present world.

A year and a half ago.

Wei Mingyang and Shen Yan have been working together for almost two years.

He was a rather attractive man, with a handsome face, even if it was mostly hidden by his gray clothes.

He has a very young son, but no wife.

Wei Mingyang thought darkly that maybe his wife couldn't accept that her husband was more charming than herself, or maybe the child was simply the result of Chen Yan getting pregnant by someone else.

Of course, these speculations would not be brought to the surface, and Chen Yan would not guess what dirty thoughts he was thinking every time he called him "Brother Wei".

Chen Yan has a gentle personality, is good-tempered to everyone, and always smiles.

But it is also alienating, and that friendliness is just a social mask without any real meaning.

Wei Mingyang knew that the other party actually didn't take him seriously at all.

He thought about using some tricks to test the other person's feelings; after all, he had the desire but not the courage, so the most he could do was to take a couple of photos secretly, and he didn't even dare to touch her.

Apart from this, what he did most often was to observe Chen Yan, from his habitual movements, to his facial expressions, to his interests and hobbies. The time he spent stealing glances at her every day was longer than his proper work.

Chenyan grew a pot of pear blossoms.

Yes, that’s right, it’s a “basin”.

Everyone knows that pear blossoms grow on trees. They will wilt soon after falling, so even if they are planted, they need a larger space. But Chenyan picked up a branch and stubbornly stuck it in a flowerpot that was not much bigger than the size of a palm and was more decorative than practical, and he carefully tended to it every day.

The most bizarre thing is that the flower has extremely strong vitality and actually survived and bloomed beautifully.

Once, a senior leader came to inspect. He was quite knowledgeable about gardening and was amazed to see the mini potted pear blossoms that Chen Yan placed on the windowsill.

Chen Yan smiled warmly, catering to the company without being flattering: "The company has good feng shui."

It was obvious that Chen Yan liked pear blossoms, and she had once mentioned to Wei Mingyang that his son's name contained the character for "pear."

Wei Mingyang had never seen the child in person, but Chen Yan, like all new and silly fathers, would set his son's photo as his phone wallpaper, so Wei Mingyang had caught a glimpse of him once or twice.

She was indeed a very beautiful child, with long, curly blond hair. She was also a mixed-race child. Wei Mingyang then had some unspeakable thoughts.

Single fathers should be easy to conquer. Wei Mingyang looked at that pretty face every day and felt itchy. He read some posts about pursuing people on the Internet and decided to take action.

If you can get her, then you will have happiness for the rest of your life.

Besides, my conditions are not bad. Chen Yan has a burden, so why would he look down on me, a good single young man?

But before he could start the experiment, Chen Yan left.

Chen Yan resigned suddenly and took nothing with him, including the pot of pear blossoms that he loved most.

Wei Mingyang was in distress due to a sudden breakup. He sighed for several days and took home everything left by Chen Yan, including the pot of flowers.

He had no idea how to grow flowers and plants. At most, he would occasionally take them out to bask in the sun and water them, but he often forgot even this because he worked overtime.

But that cluster of pear blossoms survived tenaciously.

Wei Mingyang felt that it was a bit weird, but at the same time, he thought that this might be a good omen.

The pot of pear blossoms was placed on the windowsill of his bedroom.

Sometimes I stare at it for a while before going to bed, and at night I dream of its owner.

Chen Yan, where did you go?

*

Now.

Wei Mingyang was awakened by a series of hurried footsteps, and his first reaction was that there was a thief in the house.

He was a bachelor who had lived alone for many years. His parents lived in his hometown a thousand kilometers away, and he didn't have the key to his own house. Even if he came to visit unexpectedly, he couldn't just break in.

But if it was a thief, it would be very strange. Which thief would not move quietly? Why would he make such a big noise, afraid that others would not discover his actions?

A bad thought flashed through his mind: Could it be that he had just robbed it?

He remembered that robbery carried a much heavier sentence than theft, and since he didn't have anything valuable at home, what was the point of taking such a huge risk? Uh, could they be targeting his organs? Which was more serious, trafficking in human organs or robbery?

Just as he was daydreaming, someone suddenly lifted the curtain, and the light suddenly shone in from outside, so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

Wait.

Where did the curtains in my bedroom come from?

"Don't sleep, wake up! A flash flood is coming, we need to evacuate now!"

Huh? What flash floods? What are we diverting?

Wei Mingyang was still confused, and what made him even more stunned was that he heard the rustling sounds of people getting dressed all around him - he looked over in disbelief, wow, there were already more than 10 to 20 people crammed into such a small room!

"Hey, Lao Wei, what are you daydreaming about? Hurry up and get dressed!"

A guy with messy hair next to him urged him on.

Wei Mingyang didn't know him at all, but the name came out of his mouth: "...What's wrong?"

The other person hurriedly put on his clothes: "Didn't you hear me? We need to move! Hurry up, it will be too late. The last hailstorm was the same..."

The man was still muttering something, but Wei Mingyang could no longer hear clearly.

What the hell is going on here? And why am I on this big bunk bed?

Even though my brain wasn't working, my body started moving on its own.

He dressed several times faster than usual and was about to follow the main group when he heard the man ask, half questioning and half teasing, "Are you not taking your darling with you?"

"Ah?" Wei Mingyang knew that his expression must be very stupid.

"That pot of flowers." He pointed to the place where the mattresses were originally piled.

When Wei Mingyang saw what it was, he was shocked.

Why is the pear blossom potted plant on the windowsill here?

——By the way, where am I now?

The pear blossoms are still the same pear blossoms, and the pot is still the same pot. The only difference is that there are only three flowers left in the originally brilliant pot.

Wei Mingyang instinctively grabbed the flowerpot and followed the group. The man kept chatting as they walked, "How precious is this flower? Why do you treasure it so much? Or was it a gift from some unforgettable first love?"

The other party winked at him mischievously at first, then thought of something and looked guilty: "Sorry, is it..."

Wei Mingyang knew that he was guessing whether the original owner of the flower was dead; Chen Yan's whereabouts were unknown, could he really be dead?

He simply overturned this speculation: "No, it's just beautiful and full of vitality."

The other person breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion, "Yes, it's great that there are still some flowers blooming on such a dreadful day... But this one is really tenacious, following you everywhere, without sunlight or fertilizer, and still blooming beautifully."

As he spoke, he reached out to touch the tender little petals. Wei Mingyang subconsciously wanted to block him, but then he felt that they were just a few flowers and there was no need to be so stingy.

However, the man let out a cry of surprise, and when he pulled his hand out, bright red blood oozed from his fingertips.

The two looked at each other.

There is nothing in the flowerpot except these three small flowers. What could cut your finger?

The perpetrator and victim joked, "It couldn't have been a flower that bit it."

Wei Mingyang also laughed.

If flowers could bite, the world would spin backwards.

But no one expected that this person's words would come true.

That night, one of the three remaining flowers disappeared.

Wei Mingyang had no idea when it withered or where it fell.

The next morning, another flower was gone.

Of the flowers that were originally blooming vigorously at Shen Yan's workstation, only the last single seedling remains.

Wei Mingyang touched it and said to himself, "You must take care of yourself."

This is his last connection with the present world and his original world.

Just as he was about to pull his hand back, the pain of the bite penetrated his heart.

He looked and saw that his index finger, which had touched the petals, was also cut.

He looked at the delicate and innocent little pear blossom and had an absurd thought: Could it have eaten all its companions?