Chapter 561 It’s Dawn

"Go away." Su Bai glanced at Fatty, knowing that this guy liked being dishonest, but the possibility that Fatty said was indeed very realistic.

If I return to the story world of "Mr. Zombie", it is very likely that I will directly appear in the same state as when I left the dungeon continuously.

I was still too weak back then, so I couldn't compare with what I am now, but did I have enough ability to break out of that dungeon?

In fact, those Qi Masters are not easy characters to get along with. Moreover, the reason why I chose to enter the story world of "Mr. Zombie" is because I still want to try my best to find ways to help Xun'er.

Of course, there is no conflict between looking for benefits and doing your best for Xun'er, but Su Bai only has three hours. It is very likely that Su Bai will not be able to do anything, and he will not even find Xun'er. .

But this kind of thing itself is about doing your best and obeying fate. If you do it, you will have a clear conscience. Su Bai feels that he is really selfish, but there is only so much that he can do at the highest limit.

Relaxing his back, he rested his whole body on the sofa. Su Bai held the teacup in his hand and felt the temperature transmitted from the wall of the teacup.

"Dabai, think about it yourself, let's go and rest first." The monk said.

Su Bai nodded.

The monk and Gyatso returned to the room one after another. The fat man continued to watch TV. About half an hour later, Su Bai also felt that it was time to rest. When he got up, the fat man suddenly said:

"Dabai, don't force anything."

Su Bai was stunned, looked at the fat man, and said with some concern, "Are you still meditating on cause and effect?"

"I don't dare to play anymore. I really don't dare to play anymore." Fatty shook his head. However, no one knew whether Fatty's words were true or not. He just looked at Su Bai seriously and rarely, "Actually, There are many other choices, but if you insist on going to the story world of "Mr. Zombie", you must have your own plans and purposes, but if you want to return to the story world, there is a balance of broadcasting. If you are eager to do something, whatever you do, the broadcast will also make changes in other ways to offset the impact of what you do. This is the balance of broadcasting, because if there is no balance, there will be no broadcasting place. The pursuit is story-telling.”

"I know, but sometimes, even if you know it may be useless, there is still a big difference between doing it and not doing it, isn't it?" Su Bai asked back.

The fat man nodded, "I just want peace of mind."

"I just want peace of mind." Su Bai repeated, and then shouted to the fat man: "I will take a shower and then go to rest. You should also rest early."

When Su Bai walked out of the living room,

The fat man put a handful of peanuts into his mouth. After his lips wriggled, he spit out all the peanut shells, chewed the pulp and swallowed it.

Sighed.

……………

He didn't sleep well that night. Even though Su Bai thought he had a strong psychological endurance, he still couldn't get rid of the scene he saw in the scroll in his mind.

Walking on the path of the cemetery, Chu Zhao stood in front of Xun'er's tombstone, feeling very sad. Xun'er's photo on the tombstone was still so beautiful.

Even if Su Bai instilled in himself the words "do your best in people and affairs and obey fate" over and over again in his heart, forcing himself to treat Xun'er as an ordinary friend of his, and he would help if he could. If he couldn't help, it was not his responsibility.

But this irritable mood was still disturbing Su Bai's heart.

Before dawn, at around three o'clock in the morning, Su Bai woke up and looked at her son sleeping next to her. Su Bai lowered her head and kissed her son's pink and milk-scented face gently. one time.

If anyone can still make himself desperate, then this little guy is the only one left.

After getting up, Su Bai left the bedroom, went into the kitchen, took out a bottle of cold beer from the refrigerator, pushed the cap open with his thumb, and blew half of the bottle into the mouth of the bottle.

Su Bai didn't like drinking, and he rarely even drank drinks, but at this time, he still felt that he could indulge a little.

Su Bai sat down on the sofa in the living room. There were peanuts left by the fat man on the coffee table. Su Bai stretched out his hands, rubbed his face gently, and took a deep breath.

At this time in Shanghai, it was still quite cool at night. In addition, Lao Fang’s family was in the position of the Yin channel, so the coolness was even stronger.

Putting the beer bottle on the coffee table, Su Bai also grabbed a handful of peanuts, peeled them slowly, and ate them slowly.

To be honest, Su Bai knew in his heart that the reason why he was so irritable may not be because of Xun'er's life and death. Since becoming an audience, Su Bai felt that his nostalgia for the previous world had become weaker and weaker, such as When Su Bai had dinner at her aunt's house before, she rarely felt the warmth of a relative, but to say she was nostalgic was a lie.

A state of life, when you get used to it, you will be too lazy to switch and change it.

For Xun'er, since she has become an audience, her life and death are a very ordinary matter.

Even Monk Gyatso and Fatty couldn't guarantee whether they would really come back alive in the next story world. Su Bai was not a broadcaster or Litchi, so how could he have the qualifications and ability to ensure Xun'er's life and death?

What Su Bai was really upset about was the prediction of that painting;

In the dark, a big hand is fiddling with everything, so that the trajectory of everything is determined.

I have no control over my destiny, which sounds romantic, but in practice, it often seems very childish.

Su Bai knew that to a certain extent, he was now challenging fate and resisting fate. Needless to say, the pressure and the boredom were there. In fact, Su Bai himself was already in a state of crisis. A negative state.

A bottle of beer was drunk slowly. This small amount of wine would naturally not have any impact on Su Bai's consciousness, but it was also a kind of suffering. When you want to get drunk or feel faint after a while, it will become It does feel a bit painful when a luxury is out of reach.

There will always be times when people need to escape. Sometimes, just like an ostrich, burying your head in a sandpit is also a kind of happiness.

Walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows, there were stars outside, but it gave off an even more lonely atmosphere.

There is also a chilling atmosphere in the air.

Although the Spring Festival has passed, the recovery of all things is far from coming. Or, in this cold metropolis made of steel, concrete and soil, spring, summer, autumn and winter have actually been reduced to a supporting role.

When people here no longer need to watch the solar terms and work in the fields, they naturally become the spices of life. The only thing left is what to eat during the winter solstice and what to eat during the summer solstice. Without anyone reminding them, they simply cannot remember it. Can't get up.

Su Bai held his cell phone in his hand and kept turning it over, calling Xun'er? Or not?

Maybe, entering that story world was what pushed Xun'er to die, but if he didn't enter that story world, Xun'er would also die because of it.

When no matter what choice you make, the outcome seems to have been decided, you will feel like a retarded person. Even if you spill all the ink on the white paper, the white paper will still be white. like New.

Su Bai also didn't expect that with his temper and character, he would be so lonely fishing for Han Jiangxue alone. This was not his style at all, and it shouldn't belong to him.

"Damn, I'm missing the MLM atmosphere now."

Su Bai smiled, maybe now only that kind of atmosphere can give yourself a high-spirited motivation. Even if it is actually a shameless self-pleasure, it can at least make you believe in life and yourself again.

"Meow!"

An auspicious cry came from behind Su Bai.

Su Bai turned around and looked at Ji Xiang,

Ji Xiang was also looking at Su Bai. Ji Xiang had a painting wrapped around his tail and slowly placed it on the ground.

Su Bai shook his head, "I don't want to see this painting again."

Ji Xiang did not open the painting, but continued to look at Su Bai calmly,

One person and one cat, looking at each other in the pre-dawn night,

This look at each other lasted for about a quarter of an hour.

Su Bai remembered that when he first saw Ji Xiang, he saw the terrifying scene on the Huangquan Road from Ji Xiang's eyes, but now, the cat's eyes looked very bright and clear.

Squatting down, Su Bai looked at Ji Xiang and said with some disappointment, "She's back."

Ji Xiang was a little confused and turned his head slightly.

"It's not lychee." Su Bai said.

Ji Xiang still had the same expression as before. Sometimes this cat is really good at pretending, pretending to be innocent, pretending to be incomprehensible, pretending to be cold. If he didn't know that it was not feasible, Su Bai would really want to join in. Fatty Monk and the others restrained the black cat and searched for its soul. Perhaps many secrets could be solved.

When I was in the petri dish, this cat was in front of me, flipping the scrolls and "weaving" a childhood for myself. Then, this cat became Lychee's iconic pet. Now, when many adults see auspiciousness, Litchi often comes to mind.

Later, the cat came into his life again and helped him take care of his son.

This cat has traveled across generations.

What a cat with a story.

Su Bai squatted down, looked at Ji Xiang, and sighed,

"Haha, my mother is back."

Jixiang was stunned for a moment.

Then he pushed the painting away with his paws, pushed the painting under the sofa, then walked up to Su Bai, stuck out his tongue, and licked Su Bai's palm.

In a trance,

Su Bai suddenly had the feeling that the cat was taking care of him like a little kid.

This feeling is very quiet and harmonious,

Unknowingly,

The dawn appears,

Su Bai took a deep breath,

"It's dawn."