Chapter 650: Real World (1)
Finally, some flowing neon light came in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, cutting the carpet that covered the room into countless swaying blocks of colorful colors.
The blocks of color sway, casting changing shadows on the carpet, and then spreading to the wall along the octopus pillow in the corner.
Bai Jinshu did not pull his hand back.
Thus, body temperature was exchanged and fused during this physical contact, like a small piece of warmed beeswax, mixed with the very light woody scent in the air, slowly spreading between the two people.
The other party seemed serious.
Bai Jin realized it later.
Huai Jiamu wanted to talk to him very seriously, and in the previous exploration space before this, he just chose to attack himself as usual, which was not a big deal... Well, after saying this, no one would think that this was not a big deal.
But such things basically happen once every few copies. The only difference is whether Bai Jinshu chooses to sacrifice himself under the influence of the role he plays or chooses to die on his own initiative.
To describe this choice as "sacrifice" or "dying" is actually a bit too strong. After all, from Bai Jinshu's perspective, with Huai Jiamu's power to stop time, he can't really let anything happen to him. Death will always be one of the means he will choose, but it will not be the destination he will reach.
But perhaps it is precisely because he knows that death will always pass him by, that the scenarios leading to his death become easier and easier.
From a matter of life and death to answers concerning a cat on an island.
Thinking of this, Bai Jinshu could somewhat understand where Huai Jiamu's emotions came from.
This kind of thing has happened too many times, and the standard for it to happen has been lowered. No matter who it is, they will feel dissatisfied and want to talk about it, but...
He blinked and looked away subconsciously.
The two were still holding hands, but one of them was looking away, as if it was a signal of refusing to communicate, or as if it was a precursor to finding an excuse and quickly thinking about how to get away with it.
Huai Jiamu was almost amused by this nonchalant attitude.
He was about to say something when the huge screen opposite the floor-to-ceiling window cut to a huge promotional poster cast by a fan. On the poster, the cartoon character She Mochu had his face drooped, and behind him, a faint snake shadow was spreading.
What a coincidence, this is exactly the habitual self-sacrificing criminal in Bai Jinshu's hands.
Huai Jiamu was really so angry that he laughed.
He stared at the poster quietly for a moment, exhaled slowly, and swallowed back all the words he wanted to say.
Then, he also let go of Bai Jinshu's hand and wanted to lift the quilt and get out of bed.
But just as he was about to let go, the other party suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist, moving one step faster than him - as if he had predicted his behavior.
At this time, he was very sharp.
Huai Jiamu turned his head to look at Bai Jinshu and found that the latter still turned his gaze away, with half of his face buried in the pillow, and still had no intention of explaining.
But it was obvious that he felt guilty, and it seemed that he was not the only one who saw the poster.
Huai Jiamu tried to struggle his wrist, but found that the five fingers holding him were clenched even tighter.
There was silence.
In this silent stalemate, it was Huai Jiamu who took a deep breath and said in a steady voice, "Didn't you say you wanted to cook?"
It was a very normal sentence, as if nothing had happened between them before—no eye contact, no probing, no questioning.
Bai Jinshu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, like a drowning person who was suddenly rescued. Even the movement of raising his head revealed a sense of relief of surviving a disaster.
——Just as he raised his head from the pillow, Bai Jinshu paused.
Beside the bed, Huai Jiamu, who had just given him a step down, did not give up the pursuit, but slowly sat up from the bed. His dark blue eyes became deeper, staring at him without blinking, even revealing a hint of mockery.
He knew that if he was given a way out, he would immediately get up from the bed, pretend nothing happened, and then do the same thing again next time.
Bai Jinshu's heart skipped a beat and he immediately knew that Huai Jiamu did it on purpose.
I know him too well. I really know him too well.
Bai Jinshu secretly gritted his teeth, and when he looked up at the other person, his expression already had a hint of soft apology that was deliberately revealed as if he was compromising.
"The situation was critical..." His voice got lower and lower, but his pronunciation was always steady. He kept looking directly at the other person. The apology and almost unbearable guilt in his eyes almost overwhelmed the other person. He seemed to no longer escape like before. He pursed his lips and said, "Brother Li's mother is stubborn. This is the only way to get information out of her. And when I discussed the plan with Guan Hongyan and the others before, we only discussed the step of letting you show your tentacles. You know the situation at that time. After we tried all the methods, she still didn't say anything. We could only play freely. Besides, I was fine in the end..."
When he said the last few sentences, his eyes drooped and his voice ended with a long, soft sigh - not for himself.
Huai Jiamu listened to his explanation attentively without interrupting.
So, the sea under the night sky was also quiet, reflecting only a pair of clasped hands.
"I see," was all he said.
Bai Jinshu suddenly fell silent.
Bai Jinshu suddenly fell silent.
The concession in this sentence is too obvious.
He always faces problems like this and always does things in this perfunctory way.
He should have breathed a sigh of relief for having successfully gotten away with it this time, and just stood up and left the room as he had planned, avoiding the gazes behind him and the tentacles that were trying to reach deeper.
But now, faced with such a signal to give up further investigation, he couldn't relax.
The air gradually became a little sticky.
There was another round of very light breathing sounds.
No one stood up or spoke. The whole room was dim in light and shadow. The laser light on the top of the building outside the window turned three times.
"That's not what I meant..." Bai Jinshu spoke slowly, this time speaking much slower, as if he was considering the answer while speaking. "Next time, I will try not to use this method."
This time the sentence is much simpler.
"But many times, I can't control it..."
The laser light spun for the fourth time, and a flash of light once again passed through the eyes of the two people: "If faced with a very critical situation... I would still do this."
More silence.
It was so silent that Bai Jinshu almost felt that the other end of the phone he was holding was like a stone sculpture or a solidified stone statue.
When he was about to say something, Huai Jiamu finally spoke.
"That's not what I meant," he said, repeating what Bai Jin had said.
"You're always like this..." He paused.
You always leave everyone behind and go to the meeting alone...
You always choose the quickest solution regardless of personal danger or safety...
You always chase after exciting emotions and ignore those tender and tender pieces of feathers...
You always like to face everything in an interpretive way. The world is just a bowl of water to you, and only grand, rich, and passionate things are the occasional seasoning added to it...
You always use different faces to face your teammates in the Foundation, friends you know in real life, crises, explorations, and... me.
Are these things that can be put together in a juxtaposition for you?
Not being able to die gives you unlimited confidence, but does it make you more integrated into this world?
In this blank space that seemed to have said almost everything, yet seemed to have said nothing, Huai Jiamu took a few deep breaths, as if he wanted to swallow down some words that he wanted to say but couldn't.
"Next time I will..." Bai Jinshu was halfway through his words when he was suddenly interrupted by a voice.
"No need." Huai Jiamu moved slightly and adjusted his sitting position so that the two of them were closer, allowing Bai Jinshu to almost smell the same woody scent on him as his own.
"Since I am your final trump card for choosing this method," Huai Jiamu said, "next time, when you make a decision, can you bring your trump card with you?"
Can he be included in the plan?
Can you stop treating him as an insignificant ghost behind the scenes, as a savior who will appear in the final scene, as a trump card that will be pulled out when you choose to die?
Bai Jinshu was stunned.
"You don't want me to..."
"No," he saw the man in front of him move his mouth slightly, like sighing, or like curling his lips a little, "I will not interfere with the decision you make when facing exploration."
Since death is always passing him by, why can't he always have the courage to use it as a bargaining chip?
Bai Jinshu was really stunned this time.
A kind of belated shock attacked him from the outside in, pouring all over him, making his originally clear mind begin to become sticky, and he began to emit an emotion that he seemed unable to understand but was not uncomfortable with.
The huge poster outside the window changed from a vague snake shadow to a blue ocean wave.
The light blue waves are reflected in the whole room, the water waves are flowing, the light and shadows are flickering, making the whole room look like a glass sea floating in the air. The sea surface is clear and the sky is clear, with the light of the waves that flickers and penetrates into the heart.
Bai Jinshu prepared himself mentally in this sea of glass before turning around to look around.
Huai Jiamu hadn't known when he had sat very close to him, so close that when he turned sideways, their breaths became entangled.
The light and shadows around are slow waves, and Huai Jiamu's eyes are the shallowest sea here.
He must have been waiting for this opportunity to see himself in the other person's eyes for a long time. When Bai Jinshu looked over, the waves in his eyes rippled for a moment, and then his eyebrows and the corners of his mouth showed a very faint smile.
Bai Jinshu saw his own expression in these eyes.
His eyebrows were relaxed and his lips were slightly raised.
He seemed to be laughing too.
"So, what I just said," he heard Waijamu say, "are you willing?"
The evil god still seems to have not quite learned how to speak and express himself.
Bai Jinshu thought silently in his heart.
In a normal expression context, the word that should be used for this situation is "agree".
"I do," he then said.
【Author’s words】
Change the cover of Jiamuge~
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