This dead end is not a matter of abilities or who dies first, but a matter of time.

Eros unintentionally said "how long will it take", giving Death a new idea.

The God of Death didn't know if he had really gone through the so-called cycle with Chi Jiayan ninety-nine times. If they were really still in the cycle, then these nodes would be like a ring that would exist from beginning to end.

Even if Death thought he had changed the future, those were just futures in a circle.

This means that in this loop, time is inherently constant.

Chi Jiayan said just now that they were playing a game, and every time they didn't get the results they wanted, they read the article again.

This time, because they unexpectedly did not die immediately after entering the enchantment, they had a bargaining chip.

So why not change your mind, don't restart, but keep following the game?

As long as Chi Jiayan is not sure that the task is completed, as long as Chi Jiayan lives long enough to reach the node where everything started, that is, the day of the playground - there will be two twenty-seven-year-old Chi Jia in the world at the same time. words, and the two become one.

The cycle will be self-defeating from that day on.

They don't really need to break the game now.

The Reaper knew it was possible, but the only problem now was that they probably wouldn't survive nine years from now.

At least not at the same time.

"Brother, what are you thinking?" Chi Jiayan was lying on the bed, hugging Death's waist sideways.

Death bowed his head, his long hair pouring down the motion.

He hasn't dressed yet, but this image doesn't look frivolous or flirtatious, still like the most noble deity.

His phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, his expression was indifferent, and the anger just now was completely lost.

"It's nothing. You can sleep with me here." Death stroked his head.

Chi Jiayan seemed to have no hope.

His face was still very pale, and he obediently put his head on Death God's thigh, and followed Death God's words indifferently.

Death was here, which really made him feel at ease.

After a while, Cang Feng, who felt his master's thoughts, jumped off the bed while supporting his frail body.

Chi Jiayan, who was originally holding Cang Feng, had already fallen asleep, and his pale face was a bit more ugly than before. When Cang Feng left, he subconsciously curled up as if afraid of the cold.

Death pulled the quilt over, covered him, and kissed him again on the forehead.

Blue Wind's four legs were shaking.

It tried its best to transform itself into a giant wolf, and carried its master away from the barrier.

It's been a long time since the god of death came back.

Chi Jiayan, who had woken up and lay in bed in a daze, didn't seem to notice that he had gone out at all.

"Eat this." Death shoved a round candy pill into his mouth.

Chi Jiayan felt sweet on the tip of her tongue, and narrowed her eyes comfortably: "When did my brother buy the candy... I really like the taste."

Death looked at him for a long while before asking in a hoarse voice, "Jiajia, is the small bottle I gave you last time still?"

Chi Jiayan smiled when he heard the words, his dark eyes were soft: "Yes."

The bottle was small, like a beautiful pendant. He made it into a necklace and carried it with him. After he came here, he took it off and put it under the pillow.

Cang Feng was lying on the side, and when he heard the master's question, he consciously arched his pillow away, and then he fell down in a spirited way.

Chi Jiayan took the bottle and put it between his fingers to look at it, suddenly pinched it in his palm again, and said vigilantly, "Brother, don't you want to go back? It's mine."

Death said: "No."

Chi Jiayan pretended to be relieved: "That's good."

It took a long time this time before Death said, "I need to... put it into my memory."

"What do you mean?" Chi Jiayan sat up, "Why put it in your memory?"

The snow outside the window was thicker than before.

The room was quiet, except for Cang Feng's extremely uncomfortable and clear panting.

Death stood up and walked to the window with his back to him, his figure as tall as when they first met: "Jiajia, will you listen to me?"

Chi Jiayan clenched the sheets subconsciously, realizing that he was going to say something bad: "What are you going to do? Brother?"

"You answer me first." The god of death turned his face against the light and couldn't see his expression clearly.

"……meeting."

"Very good." Death said lightly, "This time, you have to give me a good life. When we meet next time, you have to be responsible for returning the memory to me."

"Next time?" Chi Jiayan asked nervously, "Why do you want to meet next time?"

Death turned around and hugged Chi Jiayan like a kitten. He gently sucked the crystal tears that flowed out of Chi Jiayan's face unconsciously.

Chi Jiayan could feel that his frosty aura was still there, but it had faded a lot, and it was mixed with some unfamiliar violence and agitation.

"Remember?" Death may be out of strength, and pressed Chi Jiayan, who was also naked, on the glass to save effort, and the pain of being attacked by the dark demon was occupying him, "Your twenty-seven years old...everything The day it started."

Chi Jiayan was shivering from the cold of the glass, but he had no time to think about it: "Why ask this?"

Just by hearing this, you know that you must be preparing something bad!

"I need you to live to cover the day it all started." Death said.

"What about you? Are you going to die? I don't want, I don't want you to die!" No matter how stupid Chi Jiayan was, he knew what Death meant by saying this, "I don't want to live to twenty-seven alone!"

"It's not a good boy to be disobedient." The god of death gave him a punitive bite. "I can't live much longer now. You dare to commit suicide after I die."

"It's not the first time anyway!" Chi Jiayan cried, and then reacted again, "What did you eat for me just now?!"

Reaper didn't answer that question, and slapped him hard on his butt without any restraint, and even made a slap print.

"Suicide will never happen again." Death said coldly, "Listen to me carefully."

Chi Jiayan refused, so he opened his mouth to bite his tongue, trying to forcibly restart the cycle.

The god of death blocked his mouth and cursed vaguely, "Sure enough, he's an idiot."

"What did you feed me?" Chi Jiayan's voice was as soft as a cat's meow, "You, you are not allowed to go! I'd rather die..."

The two kissed deeply and their bodies were entangled, and this reluctant talent slowly lost in the rhythm.

"Listen to me this time." The god of death briefly repeated the analysis. "The only thing you need to do is go to the playground to find yourself and wait for me."

"What if you miscalculate! You will be erased by time forever! It will disappear! I don't want to do this, I don't want to bet, let's think about other ways, okay? Brother... please..."

"Jiajia, do you love me?"

This is the first time they have said the word.

There was a clearly visible blackness on Death's face.

No matter how stupid Chi Jiayan was, he understood what he ate just now. With tears streaming down his face, he nodded frantically and kissed: "I love you! I love your brother!  …"

"Very good. Hold on, and wait for me when you're twenty-seven."

Chi Jiayan heard this sentence before fainting.

"I'll be there again."

...

"I promise."

The god of death fed Chi Jiayan the rest of his life force, then took him out of the barrier and went to the hospital.

This time the cycle is about to end, and in fact he doesn't know what he will face.

Fortunately, he has a group of colleagues who are willing to help unconditionally. It turns out that these wonderful things appeared in his life for no reason.

While Chi Jiayan was in a coma, he also did a lot of things.

Lu Cheng inherited the position of the god of death.

Dream God separated his memories.

Eros is in charge of taking care of Chi Jiayan.

Yunshen is responsible for hospital expenses.

"etc!"

The man on the other end of the phone suddenly interrupted him, wondering, "Who do you think is responsible for your hospital's expenses?"

Chi Jiayan was stunned: "God of luck. His name is Kong Fang."

The man had a little patience to listen, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but scolded: "Kong, your sister, Kong Fang! It's Lao Tzu He Kangcheng who helped you pay the hospital!! Chi Jiayan, what you do, I worked hard to save All the money is given to you to pay for your medical bills, you fucking wake up and tell me a story?!"

Chi Jiayan's brain hurts from being yelled at.

He tried to explain, but he almost burst his eardrums by He Kangcheng.

"Dating in love with the god of death?!" He Kangcheng seemed to be going crazy, "Talk about your sister! I am worried that you are half dead, but I dare not come to see you for fear of bad luck. I call the remote control nurse to take care of you every day. Lonely, if it weren't for me, you would have died on the road. You are still in love with the god of death, what nonsense! I think you have been locked out of hell! This money is accounted for!"

Before Chi Jiayan could say a word, the phone was hung up.

The nurse pushed the door in and saw him awake: "Mr. Chi, are you awake? Would you like me to call a doctor for you?"

Chi Jiayan woke up this morning.

He seemed to have had a long, long dream, and he couldn't tell what year it was now.

The first thing that came to mind was his twenty-seventh birthday, which he spent with Lu Cheng and the others. Due to organ failure, he has been hospitalized to maintain his life, but fortunately these friends often come to accompany him. That night, for the first time, Huo Xin went out to drink some wine, and when he came back, he fell asleep.

Woke up but they were nowhere to be seen.

The hospital was not the one he remembered, the doctors and nurses had also changed, and even the clothes and mobile phones around him were completely different.

There were a lot of unknown mobile phone numbers in the phone, and while he was flipping through it, He Kangcheng's phone number came in.

He took it. For some reason, the other party seemed to be a long-time friend with him, and he was very relieved. But in the face of his doubts, the other party first asked him if he had broken his brain?

Then……

Just like that.

The doctor came to check and asked some about his condition.

Chi Jiayan said, "What happened to me?"

The nurse explained to the doctor for him: "Mr. Chi doesn't seem right when he wakes up and forgets a lot of things."

"You fell to your head on the road a few days ago and had a slight concussion." The doctor comforted him. "It is normal to have temporary inability to remember things or a small amount of hallucinations."

"Illusion?" He froze.

"Well." The doctor nodded, "Don't worry, just rest and rest."

Chi Jiayan couldn't help shaking his hands and feet.

He looked out the window, the sky was bright, and the hustle and bustle of the city spread into the ward, which seemed to pull him back to reality at once.

When He Kangcheng came, Chi Jiayan was sitting on the bed and drawing.

On the bedside table, a thick stack has been stacked, all of which were painted by the same person, and don't know how long they have been painting.

The tall man was wearing a black robe, with a handsome face, but his expression was as cold as a thousand years of ice.

In some paintings, the man is holding a pale mask; in some paintings, the man rides a huge ink wolf; in some paintings, the man devours a ferocious devil.

"Who are you drawing?" He Kangcheng picked up a piece of paper.

Although it was only a painting, the cold phoenix eyes of the man in the painting made him feel unbearable, and his legs almost fell to his knees.

Chi Jia said: "Lingxiao."

"Who?" He Kangcheng had never heard of this name.

"Death." Chi Jiayan saw his expression of "you're crazy" and added, "You've seen it before. When your house was demolished and you jumped off the building, he saved you."

He Kangcheng put down the painting.

Now he really thinks Chi Jiayan is crazy.

"When am I going to jump off the building?" He Kangcheng said, "My house is demolished after high school graduation. At that time, I was your partner on the forum with you, and I jumped off the building? How can you get rid of paranoia after a fall?"

Chi Jiayan stopped the pen in his hand.

After a long time, he said stubbornly: "I don't have paranoia. Otherwise, you go back to my house. There is a picture on the wall of my house on the second floor with his picture on it."

He Kangcheng looked at him hesitantly.

"Jiajia, where's the second floor of your shabby house in Qingshui Community?"

"Qingshui Community?" Chi Jiayan closed his eyes and shook his head, "No, my home is in the West District, it's a small courtyard. I already sold Qingshui Community."

He Kangcheng really couldn't let it go.

He left without saying a word.

In the afternoon, he brought a man.

"Sister Qiuqiu." He Kangcheng said, "Tell Jiajia whether his home is in a small courtyard or Qingshui Community?"

When Chi Jiayan heard the voice and looked towards the door, his eyes widened in an instant.

Actually, it turned out to be Yu Xiaoqiu?

Yu Xiaoqiu looked quite different from the past, with permed curly hair, high heels, a miniskirt, and a big-name bag in her hands.

She walked over involuntarily and touched Chi Jiayan's forehead: "It's not burning."

"...Sister Qiuqiu?" Chi Jiayan was dumbfounded.

"Remember me, that's why I'm not crazy." Yu Xiaoqiu said, "Stinky boy, every time I drive my mother away, it's too much fun now. Or I'll call my dad and ask him to give Can you go to another hospital?"

"Also," He Kangcheng said, "I think I can get him an expert..."

The two talked for a while before they realized that the protagonist didn't respond.

Looking over at the same time, saw Chi Jiayan standing at the window, looking at the sky stupidly.

Impossible, impossible to be hallucinations.

He remembered that he was also in the hospital when he woke up, and was in the intensive care unit with a tube due to organ failure.

He remembered that he was crying to find Ling Xiao, and was hugged by the God of Love and comforted softly.

He remembered that Lu Cheng finally bought a pair of shoes on the day he succeeded him, and the adult Lu Cheng also turned into a huge black wolf as a mount.

He still remembered that there was a small shiny bottle hanging around his neck. It was Ling Xiao's memory. There used to be another thing in the bottle. Compared to that, he felt that this memory was his happiness.

Now he touched the empty neck, but there was nothing there.

Is he... really crazy?

After half a month of transfer to hospital for treatment, Chi Jiayan finally remembered his own affairs.

Everything is exactly what He Kangcheng and Yu Xiaoqiu said.

His name is Chi Jiayan. Twenty-seven years old this year.

He is a word of mouth, and makes a living by taking orders on the forum.

He lives in Qingshui Community and is lonely. He went out for his birthday a few days ago and accidentally fell on the road after drinking, that's all.

Everything in that dream was just a dream.

But always feel like can't remember anything important.

Passing by a tattoo parlor one day, Chi Jiayan remembered a conversation in his dream.

Ling Xiao.

That person's name stands for going straight to the sky, which means cloud.

He walked in, like a memorial, and tattooed himself a cloud totem tattoo.

Because the tattoo was a bit painful, took a taxi directly when got home. The master chose to go to the west area of ​​Chunnan City in order to take a shortcut.

"Jiajia." He Kangcheng called, "The owner of the playground, that is, Mr. Lin, called again! The newly opened one made him very annoyed. Let us take the order. Will you do it?"

What flashed past the car window was a small dilapidated courtyard.

"What did you say?" Chi Jiayan couldn't believe his ears.

"Playground!" He Kangcheng was impatient, "The price is very high! If you miss it, there will be no more!"

Chi Jiayan hung up the phone and shouted, "Master, stop! Stop!!"

The taxi driver did not know why, but a hundred-yuan bill was thrown in the face, and the passenger rushed down without waiting for the change.

The vehicles passing by on the road honked sharply, and Chi Jiayan rushed across the road desperately.

He couldn't control his beating heart, he remembered!

The day before his birthday, he was afraid of unknown things happening, so he hid Lingxiao's memory in advance.

He remembered that the small bottle should have been buried under the yellow juicy orchid in the yard!

In the dim light and shadow, he frantically digged the soil with his hands, and the nails of his ten fingers almost turned over.

He didn't seem to feel the pain, and tears drifted in the night wind.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally found a small golden bottle in the soil.

It was Ling Xiao's memory! !

He is not crazy!

The ecstasy has not dissipated, but more golden light gradually shines.

With tears in his eyes, Chi Jiayan saw a scene that made him fall into an ice cellar.

Under this yellow juicy orchid, there are many small golden bottles buried densely - if you count carefully, there should be 100.

Like, this has happened a hundred times.

The author has something to say: It's been a long wait.