Chapter 68

The one holding the live camera is a young girl with a round face and a big smile. She looks very amiable, except for some chocolate left around her mouth from eating it. She looks a bit unkempt for some reason. She has a rough and generous temperament, and although a bit weird, she is clearly different from the people around her.

The round-faced man waved at the live camera, turned the camera around, and said with a smile: "Everyone, as you can see, we are already on the mountain. After a while, we can reach the top of the mountain. Please like and support our live broadcast business. We will definitely take you to the top of the mountain~"

A young man with a blue backpack on his back blinked and said, "It's a bit too high up here. I can't breathe. Can you check carefully to see if there's still any signal?"

As we were talking, a dark cloud floated across the sky, blocking all the light, and the ground suddenly became much darker.

The round-faced man glanced at the camera in his hand, examined it carefully, and squinted his eyes to answer: "It seems that the signal is a little weak. I see that my face is distorted."

As she spoke, she handed the item in her hand to the boy beside her. The boy took a look and nodded: "Indeed, it looks like seeing a ghost. Normally, a card can't cause such a terrifying image to spread. I advise you to be careful. We are not here to see ghosts."

The girl waved her hands and said, "It's nothing. We didn't come here to see ghosts, but if we did, with the atmosphere of horror, our live broadcast would definitely be a step up. Besides, it's not us who arranged it, so don't blame us. We should take advantage of the benefits!"

A gust of wind blew over.

A group of people lowered their heads and started coughing.

Someone shouted to his friend, "Why don't we go to the store over there to take shelter? I don't know what happened, but there was such a sudden strong wind. I'm afraid something bad will happen. It's safer inside the house."

Everyone nodded, and then divided into several groups and entered the shops nearby, some selling water, some selling clothes, and some selling food.

After the crowds separated and went in, the store became much busier than outside, but things soon changed again.

The girl was chased out while holding a live camera. The boss, who was a spicy soup seller, waved his hand and said, "Go away, go away. We don't accept live broadcasts here! No!"

The girl said angrily, "What? Why didn't you say it earlier? Why didn't you put up a sign outside? I'm only livestreaming myself, not you. What are you afraid of? If you're afraid, are you secretly doing something shameful in the kitchen behind our backs? You either added sewer oil or used a dead rat! Right? Speak up!"

The boss pushed her out and yelled, "Don't come in! Anyway, I don't welcome you! I don't welcome people who do live streaming. You want to know why? That's a good question. I'll tell you, it's because live streaming is weird. That's why I don't like live streaming, and I don't like seeing others live streaming in front of me. I can't control other places, and I don't care, but you can't live stream here! It's absolutely impossible!"

Jongin stood behind them and smiled at Paradise, "Oh, it looks like we got in the way and it got hurt."

Leyuan looked at him and asked, "So what? You've suddenly become kind, so are you going to go over and help speak or do something? We don't have a cook, so we can't give them a meal, let alone a pot of soup. If we don't even have a bowl of hot rice, it's useless to go over there."

Jongin listened to Lok Won and smiled at him, as if he knew what he was going to say. After Lok Won finished speaking, he realized that he had said too much and turned his head away, no longer looking at him, as if he was a little angry. Jongin hugged Lok Won and said, "I don't mean to help, I just said it casually, don't mind it. How could I suddenly care about them so much? I'm not idle."

Leyuan glanced at him and thought, you may not be free, but I can't rule out the possibility that you may suddenly want to go and cause trouble.

Jongin knew what Lok Won was thinking and said with a smile, "Even if I want to find trouble with them, I don't have to leave you alone. Besides, you're here, why would I go to find them? Can they compare to you? What's your relationship with me, and what's my relationship with them? I'm not so careless as to not know the difference between the important and the urgent. Isn't it? Even if you can't trust my character, you can trust my feelings~"

Leyuan asked: "Strange, why don't I know what kind of feelings we still have?"

Jongin buried his head in Leyuan's shoulder and chuckled softly, "How can there be no feelings? Day after day, year after year, if it weren't for me, would you be alive today? If we didn't exist, there would be no mutual support. How could you say these things to me? Think about it carefully. When I was not by your side, when you looked at the mirror, didn't you think of me?"

He hugged Leyuan a little tighter, as if he was afraid that a living person would suddenly turn into air and disappear. His arms were actually trembling slightly, and he stuck tightly to Leyuan. He didn't know which part of his skin was stuck to Leyuan's body. Leyuan suddenly felt as if that part of his skin was burned by fire, and it felt like the fire had stung a painful spot, as if many wounds appeared in an instant, but there was no bleeding.

Leyuan blinked and didn't answer.

Jongin's simulated human breath was warm and fell on Leyuan's neck, like a bullet that had come many years ago, and a quiet, comforting kiss that came many years later. Leyuan inexplicably felt a little chilly, like the ripples of a drop of cool autumn morning dew falling on a pond on a rainy day. He shivered, and it seemed like he was shivering with cold. There was no expression on his face, his skin was pale, and the look in his eyes was indescribable.

It seemed that even he himself could not explain what he meant by doing these things and saying these words.

Was it for revenge, to repay a favor, or just to mess around? He didn't know.

In fact, it is good to know nothing, otherwise, there would be no such thing as ignorance is bliss.

Jongin's words were as light as a piece of white fluff falling from the sky, landing on Paradise's ears. No one else could hear the secret gentleness of these words: "It's not that I didn't exist at the beginning, it's that I couldn't appear. You also hope that I will always be there, don't you? In this case, can't you just have a dream? Just pretend that I have been by your side and by your side from beginning to end. What's wrong with that?"

He said in an almost seductive voice: "We are the same person, how can I not know what I am thinking?"

Jongin smiled lightly.

The sound was so quiet that even Paradise could not hear it, but it was like a key to open Pandora's Box. With a click, the box opened. It didn't matter what was inside. The person who opened it knew it was dangerous, as dangerous as the snake that tempted Adam and Eve to take the apple in the Garden of Eden.

Leyuan stared at him blankly, his eyes struggling and his expression a little bewildered, as if he didn't know what he said, but he knew very well what he was saying. He was a little slow to react. No one had said these words to him before, and now he was the only one saying these to himself. He found it strange, funny and absurd, and even more like a dream.

If it was just a dream, then no matter what it was, as long as he wished for it, he would succeed.

But reality is never exactly the same as imagined, let alone the current situation.

Paradise remained silent.

He looked away, standing there quietly as if nothing had happened.

Jongin hugged him, changed his position, put his chin on his shoulder, smiled, and also remained silent, as if their tacit understanding told them that it was best not to speak at this time, so as not to break the illusory and quiet atmosphere, and also to avoid saying nasty words to start a quarrel.

You can quarrel with yourself. In this kind of situation, Lok Won knew what was going on before Jongin showed up, so he didn't want to quarrel.

Who would want to hit themselves?

Even if you break your favorite vase, you can't blame anyone else and have to bear the consequences yourself. Isn't that how it always is?

I cannot say harsh words or be cruel to myself. In fact, every time I make a mistake, I hope the mistake is smaller and the guilt is lighter. I can't help but defend myself. This is a normal thing.

Let’s not mention it.

Paradise found a place to sit down.

The stool was taken out from the bushes nearby by Jongin. It looked like something from the store opposite, but in fact, it was a replica that Jongin took out from the mirror. It's okay to say it's part of the illusion, and it can still be used.

I took a look at the park and didn't want to pursue anything, so I sat down and stared at the opposite side in a daze.

Jongin sat next to him, still holding his arm and holding most of his clothes, looking drowsy, as if he didn't get enough rest last night and was very sleepy, but Jongin was not sleepy, he just looked like one.

It’s like before Rakuten got the system, he always heard people say that he just looked like a human being, but he never thought that one day it would come true.

It is both strange and destined.

Leyuan grabbed one of Jongin's hands and held it against her heart. Suddenly, she felt her heart beating rapidly, louder than the noisiest battlefield. She pressed Jongin's hand against her heart, and her pounding heartbeat gradually calmed down, just like a thirsty traveler in the desert finding clean water, a hungry challenger in the wilderness finding delicious food, or a patient in pain finding ibuprofen.

Jongin almost held him in his arms, using a little more strength, close to the heartbeat and pulse of Paradise, and laughed softly, "The artist has found his muse, and the sick have found the antidote. I am very happy."