Chapter 217 A game, a dream.
Regardless of what Shu Lan said, when Li Yanli heard her powerful voice, he felt relieved.
She is still herself, like a tenacious weed. After the sad wind blows away, she will stand up again with full energy.
His eyes softened and he smiled before speaking: "Don't you miss me at all?"
When Shu Lan heard his voice, she immediately remembered that he had become a zombie and died. She pursed her lips, pulled him in, and hugged his waist tightly: "Idiot, you didn't even tell me before you died."
Li Yanli was helpless: "I am dead, not gone. Who would say goodbye before dying?"
Shu Lan lifted the hem of his clothes, but Li Yanli pushed her away. He said seriously, "This is really not okay. Calm down. You're only seventeen. If I have a child with you, I'll go to jail."
Shu Lan said blankly, "I want to wipe my tears."
Li Yanli: "..."
He turned to find a tissue and handed it to her. There was a slightly awkward silence between the two of them. Shu Lan's sadness returned, and she covered her eyes and sobbed, "I thought Shu Maomao would come back. He wouldn't abandon me in the new timeline. You're so annoying. You won't even agree to this. I don't want to live anymore."
Li Yanli didn't want her to cry, and he was also in a difficult situation. This was not a small matter that could be agreed to just by saying yes.
"Then I... then..." Li Yanli reacted: "Not this year, you forgot, pregnancy is next year, and if we want to give birth, we have to give birth according to the original time, so that it is most likely to be Shu Maomao."
Regardless of whether it was true or not, he had to calm her down first. She was now overwhelmed by longing, so he had to be more rational.
Shu Lan really listened: "Yes...it's next year..."
Li Yanli looked around her room, walked over, drew back the curtains for her, and opened the window to let the voices outside in more clearly. She asked, "Have you eaten since you got up?"
"No...I don't want to eat."
Li Yanli guessed that it was because she had been thinking about the child crying since she woke up and had forgotten about herself.
He said, "The Crispy Pepper Duck on Hele Street should still be open now."
Shu Lan said listlessly, "I don't want to eat."
"And the fried pork at Spring Square. I remember you loved the fried octopus and cheese corn there."
"I don't……"
"The sweet-scented osmanthus flowers outside smell so good, want to go out for a walk?"
Osmanthus is indeed very fragrant. However, in the later period, this elegant and rich fragrance can basically no longer be smelled in the city. Either the flowers do not bloom and die, or the fragrance is covered by the stench of corpses.
She did prefer a world without the zombie virus. After her death, Shu Maomao must have done something to change the world she liked back.
Shu Lan raised her head. She couldn't give up. She had to cheer herself up and take care of herself first so that she could take care of her child in the future.
"I'm going to change."
Li Yanli smiled and asked, "Which restaurant do you want to eat at later?"
"octopus!"
Everything that happened next proved that this was a real world, not a dream.
Shu Lan, who had been absent from work without reason, was scolded by her boss and had a day's pay docked. Li Yanli was also scolded by the national team coach and ordered to return to the team by the next morning.
They didn't take it to heart. After all, compared with the life and death experiences they had experienced, these were things that could not be any smaller.
What is more worthy of concern is whether the zombie virus is late or completely turned into a dream.
Shu Lan was eating while browsing the news and saw that the news about the Doomsday Dream was making a lot of noise. The names Qin Xiaoshuang and An Selin were on the headlines and were searched all over the Internet.
She handed the phone to Li Yanli, who was frying meat, and said, "Sister, look, we've become celebrities."
Li Yanli glanced at them and curled her lips: "Qin Xiaoshuang and An Selin's fame has nothing to do with me, Li Yanli, and you, Shu Lan."
Shu Lan took back her phone and nodded: "That makes sense."
Those are people from the previous timeline, what does it have to do with them?
"Why don't you just go back? You finally made it to the national team. If there really isn't a zombie virus, I can't ruin your future."
Li Yanli shook his head: "I don't dare to take that gamble."
Shu Lan frowned and said, "If the virus never appears in our lifetime, do we have to be inseparable forever, stuck together like double-sided tape?"
Li Yanli said, "Of course. Anyway, I won't leave you this time. There are many futures, but you only have one life."
Shu Lan complained, "Actually, there are a lot of them. We keep dying and coming back to life, just like in a game. Hey, do you think aliens are treating us like toys? They're sending us viruses, meteorites, and we keep dying and coming back to life."
"It sounds like the aliens are pretty boring."
"That's right." Shu Lan sighed. "Anyway, you should go back tonight. I don't want to be the mastermind behind ruining the career of a champion badminton player."
Li Yanli still disagreed: "It's not certain whether there will be badminton competitions in the future."
Shu Lan put down her chopsticks and shouted, "Li Yanli!"
Li Yanli raised an eyebrow and said teasingly, "Alas, you are so mean to your late husband. It seems that all those words of love you said before were just to coax me."
Shu Lan was speechless: "How am I mean to you? If you go back, I'll quit my job and go with you. I'll live near you and you'll be able to find me as soon as you get out. You guarded me for four years before, now it's my turn to guard you. I don't have a home anyway, so it doesn't matter where I go."
Her expression was serious. Li Yanli's eyes slowly changed, and her lips lowered slightly before quickly rising again.
"You do, who says you don't?"
He picked up his phone, turned around and took a picture of her and him together.
"The name of your home is Shulan's House. We will start building it from now on."
…
The news of the doomsday dream was popular on the Internet for a few days. No zombies or mutants appeared, and no large meteorites were detected. It was soon identified as the most popular prank of this century.
People with memories: I can’t explain it to you short-lived people.
They had no choice but to set up a forum called "District 9 Survivor Base" to comfort each other with survivors from all over the world.
"That must be true! I remember all your names, but not your faces."
"Me too."
"Post looking for my wife: My wife's name is Meng Hui, originally from District 12. After waking up from the dream, I lost contact with her. Please, fellow survivors, help me support this post so I can find my love."
"I found Secretary Huo himself. It turns out he's so rich!"
Occupying the heart of the city, the angular glass building reflects the sunlight with a cold glare. Atop it sits a large, eye-catching corporate logo, making it one of the city's iconic landmarks.
The front desk staff inside is professional, polite, and aloof. The floor is clean, the environment is quiet, and the air is filled with the scent of high-end fragrances.
The turnstiles, facial recognition, and strictly enforced security systems all remind people that the order here cannot be challenged.
On the top floor of this austere and sophisticated company lies an oversized office, dominated by cool tones. Atop an aircraft-grade desk sits an ultra-thin, top-of-the-line laptop, a metal pen holder, and a stack of documents awaiting review. Nothing else clutters the space, demonstrating its owner's unwavering commitment to order and efficiency.
Sitting on the high-back leather chair, a handsome man with an outstanding temperament was holding a black smartphone and speaking in a very cold tone.
"It's been three days, and you haven't told me any news about Qin Xiaoshuang."
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