Chapter 85: Like an Old Friend Returning (V) Like a dream, like dew, like a dream, like a bubble...
After writing for about two hours, Zhang Deng felt his arms were sore, so he stretched and fell into Wei Yuanye's arms.
He said lazily, "Why are you so nice today?"
"Sit next to me and keep me company." Zhang Deng acted coquettishly unconsciously, "I miss you."
Wei Yuanye said, "I know."
Zhang Deng asked, "How do you know?"
"Didn't you send me a message?" Wei Yuanye said, "I didn't see it then. I'll come back as soon as I see it."
Zhang Deng said, "You are so smart."
This is one of the reasons why Zhang Deng could never dispel the fascination for Wei Yuanye. Wei Yuanye could understand the meaning behind the words, and he did not underestimate the impact of any words.
Wei Yuanye was a smart man who could understand things easily, even without any prompting. So Zhang Deng didn't dare to show any abnormality or dissatisfaction. He buried his head in Wei Yuanye's arms and deliberately poked his face with his head.
Wei Yuanye smiled and said, "That's all I can do."
"Feeling inspired today?" he asked.
Zhang Deng sighed deeply and said, "There's nothing to do—"
Wei Yuanye didn't say anything. The two of them sat together in a very quiet atmosphere.
Zhang Deng thought, in fact, not everything needs to have an outcome, some things are good enough just to have experienced them.
He felt he would definitely be a happy person, because his requirements for happiness were truly undemanding. No matter what happened in the future, his life wouldn't be too bad; he had the ability to live a good life. Although this thought was somewhat tinged with false strength, it was still there.
Zhang Deng suddenly said, "Actually, I think people need to have all the skills they need to survive."
This sentence was really abrupt. Wei Yuanye asked, "What?"
Zhang Deng said, "I used to think that if my parents and spouse loved me very much, then I must be very happy. Someone cooked for me after get off work, took my clothes away, and thought of me no matter what I did. That's what happiness is. I know it's cliché, but that's what I really believed at the time."
"Then what?" Wei Yuanye asked.
Zhang Deng said, "I don't think that way anymore. I think mastering survival skills is the most important thing. Being able to cook, earn money, see a doctor, and survive independently is what makes me truly happy."
Wei Yuanye didn't speak for a long time.
Zhang Deng was not used to this kind of silence. He looked at his face and found that Wei Yuanye had no expression.
Zhang Deng asked, "What are you thinking about?"
"I was wondering," Wei Yuanye said calmly after a long moment, "why did I make you think this way."
Zhang Deng exclaimed "Ah" and was deeply touched.
Wei Yuanye said: "Do you think I don't take good care of you?"
Zhang Deng said, "Of course not. I'm sorry, I spoke without thinking."
As he spoke, tears began to flow, falling uncontrollably to the ground. He was worried that Wei Yuanye would misunderstand him, and was too anxious to wipe his tears. He said, "I'm always good with words, but I really don't mean to be sarcastic. I think you're very, very good. I've always thought so. You're the mature one, and I've always been the childish one in this relationship."
Wei Yuanye did not wipe his tears. When he saw him crying, Wei Yuanye's expression was never one of heartache. He always watched Zhang Deng's tears flow easily, as if his feelings were something very cheap, rushing out of his body with an irreversible momentum to make a big show of family affection. An almost cruel desire to destroy arose in Wei Yuanye's heart. He wanted to see more tears, for him, gathered into a river of sadness, all because of him.
But Wei Yuanye sometimes had to pretend to be gentle, wipe his tears, comfort him not to cry, and tell him that the world was not as cruel as he expected, and the future was not all dark. In fact, Wei Yuanye wished that the world was so cruel and the future was so dark, and Zhang Deng's writing was so unsuccessful, and the only source of light in Zhang Deng's life could only come from him.
This time Wei Yuanye didn't want to pretend. Instead of comforting Zhang Deng, he appreciated the despair that bloomed for him.
Zhang Deng was almost scared to death. He even felt like giving up. He decided to just break up. He returned to his own world, forgot everything, and didn't want to break up until they no longer loved each other.
When Zhang Deng was about to say the word "break up", Wei Yuanye finally spoke. "You are the best talker."
Zhang Deng blinked, and a tear flowed down her cheek again.
Wei Yuanye wiped away his tears: "You are also the most expressive person I have ever met. You must be dissatisfied with me."
Zhang Deng had no way of denying it this time. Fortunately, Wei Yuanye didn't intend to delve into it. He let the matter go and simply put it aside, saying, "Just consider it a wake-up call for me."
Zhang Deng felt relieved, as if he had been sentenced to probation again.
Wei Yuanye said: "Most of the time I think what you say is right, but I'm afraid it's not the case this time."
"It's right for everyone to take what they want," Wei Yuanye said. "Since you are someone who needs love, there's no need to force yourself to be strong."
Zhang Deng felt as if Wei Yuanye had directly pierced through his hypocritical fig leaf.
Wei Yuanye said: "Conclusion."
He announced, “We won’t discuss this matter anymore.”
Zhang Deng wished the matter would never be brought up again. He turned off his computer and climbed onto his bed, feeling frustrated and like a defeated puppy. However, Wei Yuanye soon joined him.
Puppies often have homes.
Wei Yuanye and Chi Xiaoxia have been a bit busy recently, so Zhang Deng has also been busy. No one invited him, so he wrote around the dormitory. He wrote until he saw double. Wei Yuanye came back with food, and Zhang Deng lay on the bed with him to rest for a while. After Wei Yuanye left in the afternoon, Zhang Deng started writing again.
Sometimes Wei Yuanye also wanted to take him with him, but Zhang Deng gradually became resistant. He didn't want to go out or see people, and always refused.
Jia Ming once wanted to ask Zhang Deng to talk, but Zhang Deng declined. Jia Ming said, "Let's find a time that's convenient for you."
Zhang Deng still refused and told him to just talk on the communicator if he had anything to say.
Jia Ming said, "I want to ask you for a favor, or should we talk in person? Otherwise, I'll come to you."
Zhang Deng had no choice but to make an appointment to meet the next morning.
When he went out, Zhang Deng felt like he hadn't been out for seven days. He felt like a mouse. He always felt that something was wrong, so he inexplicably didn't tell Wei Yuanye.
Jia Ming was a little surprised when he saw that he was the only one coming over: "Where is Wei Yuanye?"
Jia Ming is now very familiar with the name "Wei Yuanye" instead of calling him by his number 679.
Zhang Deng said, "You gave him a lot of things, saying they were necessary for his career transition. He's been running around a lot lately."
Jia Ming: "So many? I haven't been there, so I don't know."
Zhang Deng said, "You were born to be a leader."
"I was born into a civil service," Jia Ming said. "Isn't civil service rare?"
It’s okay, Zhang Deng thought to himself, isn’t Chi Xiaoxia one of them? He saw a lot of them on his first day.
Jia Ming asked Elia to serve tea, asked Zhang Deng to sit down, and gave him a bunch of instructions. Before he could say what he was going to do, he looked at Zhang Deng's face and said, "Why do I feel like you don't look good?"
Zhang Deng's appetite has been poor recently, and his complexion hasn't been very good. He said, "I haven't been feeling well since I erased my memory last time."
Jia Ming understood and said, "There are such cases. It seems that they are allergic to the smell of offshore Qi dolphins. You can go to the medical room of the World Tree to have a look."
Zhang Deng didn't take it seriously and asked, "What do you want from me?"
"Oh," Jia Ming said, "there is one thing."
"How's your recovery been lately?"
Is it coming? Zhang Deng thought, are you trying to get rid of me?
How should I say it?
There seemed to be no other solution, Zhang Deng said: "It seems to be OK, I don't know."
Jia Ming: "Actually, I think it's pretty good."
Zhang Deng: “Oh.”
Jia Ming: "That's right, I want to ask you something. I know this isn't very appropriate."
He had laid the groundwork for long enough, and Zhang Dengxin had already sunk to the bottom. He said numbly, "It's okay."
At least Wei Yuanye will be told, Zhang Deng thought, and he can also say goodbye. Maybe if the leaders show leniency, they may meet again in the future.
Wei Yuanye was right. There was no need to pretend that he didn't care. If he really cared, Zhang Deng thought honestly, it would be fine even if Wei Yuanye just remembered him. They could meet occasionally and avoid quarrels, which was also good.
Isn't this also a kind of long-distance relationship?
But Jia Ming said, "Why don't you help me with a task?"
Zhang Deng: “?”
Jia Ming said: "The world you came from has problems again."
He was also worried to death: "Actually, anyone can go, there is no shortage of people, but I thought of you are from there, and you still have your memory, so you are familiar with the place."
Zhang Deng: “…”
Zhang Deng: "What's the problem?"
Jia Ming: "It seems to be collapsing again."
Zhang Deng: "So... fragile?"
"That shouldn't be the case," Jia Ming said, "but the frequency is indeed quite high. What's going on?"
Zhang Deng: "Should I go by myself?"
"Of course you can take Wei Yuanye with you," Jia Ming said, "and you can try out life back home."
It was at this point that Zhang Deng reached the core of his concern, and Jia Ming finally understood their thoughts: "If you really miss me when you go back, you can stay in your own world."
Zhang Deng asked: "What if..."
He really felt that this question was shameless and not something that someone as thin-skinned as him would ask, but he still asked with a blushing face: "What if I don't adapt?"
Jia Ming hesitated for a moment, then smiled, a very official smile, and said, "I think, after all, it's your hometown, so it should be okay."
When he said this, Zhang Deng understood immediately.
In fact, it cannot be refused.
The plan Chi Xiaoxia mentioned was already much milder, but the truth was they had no choice at all.
Zhang Deng has no value to the World Tree. The World Tree does not need him as a citizen. He will eventually leave.
Perhaps the ultimate goal is to erase his memory. He cannot stay in the World Tree, nor can he keep his memory.
No choice.
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