Chapter 215

Tavel closed his eyes: "Yes."

"You have to make a choice." Tavel turned abruptly, he let go of the white willow, and pressed his forehead against the white willow, asking him softly, "The antidote or the poison?"

Bai Liu curled up in frustration.

Tavel looked at him calmly, his silver-blue eyes were like a mirror placed underwater, and the swaying water reflected Bai Liu's emotionless and fluctuating face.

He said: "You should know what the antidote is and make a choice."

Bai Liu was free for a while, his memory passed through Tavel's eyes in an instant, and drifted far, far away.

In the library of the old orphanage, old poems soaked in oil stains were spread out on Scheta's knees. It was a summer afternoon, and the sun shone through his drooping forehead hair as if through thick and loose hair. Branches, scattered in a scattered grid of light, fell on yellowed, worn pages.

There are dust and heat waves floating in the air, the window sill of the library is untouched, the weeds and green shade are half open, and the pool shimmers like fish scales under the scorching sun, like ten thousand diamonds paved on the water surface It's like that.

Bai Liu was not interested in reading, so he covered his face with a book in a drowsy state, laying it on his hands, and slacking off, the sweat from the heat steamed up and wet his neckline.

He no longer remembers what he did, in short, he was dispatched to do cleaning work in a library that looked like dozens of books hadn't been cleaned once—this kind of punishment was in Bailiu and Xieta. Body is very common.

But fortunately, it was a narrow library, and Scheta was not in a hurry. He sat quietly by the window sill, flipping through old books buried under the dust, and recited in a low voice:

"How can I compare you to Xia Tian?

You are not only cuter than it but also gentler than it,

...

But your long summer will never wither,

...

Or die boasting that you wander in his shadow,

When you grow with time in immortal poetry.

One day there will be human beings, or human beings will have eyes,

The light will endure and give you life. "

Bai Liu was finally awakened by Xieta's chattering and reciting, he took off the book covering his face, his eyes were lazy and did not open, he asked Xieta first: "Isn't that the last sentence? Don’t read and falsify other people’s poems casually.”

"The original sentence is [Poetry will last forever and give you life]." Xie Ta was not annoyed when he was exposed, and still looked at Bai Liu peacefully, as if he wanted to put Bai Liu in, "No Too good at writing poems, but I saw you in a few poems."

"Poetry is very suitable for you."

Bai Liu went through the love poems in praise of his lover who was too numb to the point in his mind, pretended to stretch himself and turned over, not looking at Sieta behind him, and after a moment of silence, he spoke again:

"Don't just find a poem just to make fun of it."

"I didn't find any poems at random." Scheta said unhurriedly, "Your long summer will never wither, but if you describe your unfinished poems, someone will tell you."

"Not yet?What about you?" Bai Liu turned back again, raised his eyebrows and asked in a prickly manner, "There is a long summer that won't wither, right?"

He originally said it as a joke, but Tian Xieta remained silent for a long, long time before raising his head to look at him, his voice was as soft as a leaf that could not fall:

"There is no summer."

He breathed out lightly: "Yes... I secretly shared your Xia Xia."

Xieta looked at the lush summer scenery outside the window: "Summer is indeed cute and gentle, it is the most beautiful summer I have ever seen, but some... don't belong to me."

"Always leave."

At the end of the first summer, Scheta disappeared at the bottom of a pool.

At the rose factory at the beginning of summer, the roses are in full bloom in May, which coincides with the first round of flowering.

The moment Tavel let go, Bai Liu seemed to sense something, he subconsciously grabbed Tavel's wrist, and looked at him calmly: "Are you leaving again?"

"We will meet again." Tavier gently raised his other hand, stroking Bai Liu's lids and face, "It doesn't belong to you, summer and roses, you won't stay here, and neither should you. In the ."

Tavel's icy cold hands were stuck to Bai Liu's skin as if they were not touching the ground, and it was snow falling on his face that touched him.

"When the sun disappears three-quarters, there will be old people looking for you, cold and stiff. Don't be afraid of parting from death, and don't be afraid of being broken in the snowfield. Reverse cross."

"Don't be afraid to live or die." Tavier hugged Bai Liu's head in his arms, leaned down and kissed his wet, rose-scented hair. "Don't be afraid to leave you, Xia Tian."

"This is a civilization without a summer, but it has a whole winter waiting for you."

"Now make a choice, the antidote or the poison." Tavel lowered his slender, snow-colored eyelashes, while hugging his arms tightly without any movement, but buried his head in his arms, Bai Liu, while gently stroking Bai Liu  dripping water at the end of her hair, "No matter what choice you make——"

"You're going to leave, aren't you?" Bai Liu asked in a muffled voice.

Tavel was quiet, and answered him honestly: "Yes."

Bai Liu fell silent again, but Tavel felt that Bai Liu was hugging him on his waist and abdomen, and his hands tightened——one point was exactly the same as before.

Tavel suddenly wanted to laugh.

When encountering a situation where he doesn't want to face it, is angry with other children or teachers, or doesn't want to admit the separation, the fourteen-year-old Bai Liu is calm on the surface, and even makes a few sarcastic remarks.

But when people are not paying attention, a skinny Bailiu will sneak back and hug a huge, patched, slender ghost doll, and bury it in it to release his emotions without moving—this is also the same posture .

"But no matter what choice you have to make." Tavel stroked the hair sticking to Bai Liu's ear, lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "What you say is always the most important thing."

"No matter what you have to go through, I will definitely, I will see you soon."

Bai Liu slowly propped himself up from Tavel's arms and sat up. He looked directly at Tavel—he finally remembered why he didn't use the habit of looking directly at people before the age of fourteen, but after the age of fourteen Only then.

Because Xieta said: [Don't look directly at me, I have a pair of scary eyes]

Bai Liu teased him maliciously: [But if you don't look directly at you, how do you know you're talking to you? Wouldn't it be embarrassing if I was talking to someone else and you thought I was talking to you? 】

Scheta was silent for a while and said: [But if you talk like this, you can pretend that when you talk to all other people, no matter who you are looking at, you can tell yourself that you are talking to you. 】

Bai Liu remembered that while Xieta was talking to him, she lowered her head and pursed her lips tightly in order to cover her eyes.

——just like now.

"Don't say that you want to leave." Bai Liu moved over to Tavel's forehead while stroking the hair on his forehead, and said with a smile as if complaining, "while showing such an expression that you are more reluctant to leave than me. ah."

Ten days ago, Bai Liu said: [You don’t need to pretend like this in the future, from a fundamental point of view, there is no sign of you speaking, or you will really listen to every word you say. 】

[So no matter who you are talking to, you are actually talking to you, and you will always look at your eyes and talk. 】

【I don't think you're scary. 】

Ten days later, Bai Liu said, "I won't be afraid of you anymore. You're dead. In essence, death is already the scariest thing for human beings."

"You don't die, no matter who gave you a little bit, whether it's the devil, whether other people think you're a monster, Ming or something--you're Scheta, after all. , I think it’s good that you can live forever.”

"I don't think you're scary."

Bai Liu paused for a moment, and then continued to speak calmly: "The poison is the dry rose leaves growing from your body, and the antidote is the blood ganoderma lucidum poured out of your blood, isn't it?"

When he saw that the diary was related to the orphanage, Bai Liu realized what the medicine was.

Blood Ganoderma Lucidum is an item whose function is to stop all negative buffs. This negative buff may include dry leaf roses that cause addiction. It just so happens that the factory manager bought it from a welfare institution, like—— It is very likely that the mother of the Blood Ganoderma lucidum is still buried in Tavel's body.

Because it was divided/corpse, it was impossible to form well-connected blood vessels and organs, so there was no way to generate blood that could irrigate the blood Ganoderma lucidum.

This factory manager should also know a little bit, but he has completely lost control.

Compared with the [antidote] that can save himself, it is obviously higher in concentration, and it is more addictive [poison] that makes him crazy - rose perfume is more attractive to him.

He couldn't stop his desire to drink rose perfume, let alone put the core production tool (heart) back into Tavel's chest cavity, so that Tavel could become a blood supply machine again to produce blood ganoderma to save himself and completely destroy him.

The same is true for this game - after prying into the core secrets of the operation of the entire rose factory, there are two paths in front of the player.

One is to continue to use the dismembered Tavel to breed dry leaf roses and produce rose perfume.

One is to absorb Tavel's blood, like the three vice-presidents and some investors, let the thorny chain of blood ganoderma grow through Tavel's body, and continuously grow blood ganoderma that can save everyone .

The dry-leaf rose has no thorns, the leaves are withered, and the smooth rhizome just fills up with the thorns of the blood ganoderma, and the branches of the rose-like shrubs—these two plants were designed to complement each other and restrain each other.

"Are you running away?" Tavel stared at Bai Liu, "Because you don't want to choose either."

"But there is no way to do things—you should be clear that you can choose from two paths from the design of a game."

"Someone is forcing you to make a choice—whether to save the world through torture, or to let the world suffer and make it easier for you."

Bai Liu knew.

He knew it the moment he stepped into a game—so he kept avoiding the game.

——Someone is torturing Tavel, forcing him to return to Bailiu.