Chi Jiayan stumbled back home.

He was in a state of despair. He didn't know how many people he bumped into on the road, and he didn't pay attention to a single traffic light, so he miraculously got home safely.

He knew that he would not die on the road inexplicably anyway, and his fate had already been written.

Closing the door, Chi Jiayan leaned back against the door panel and lost all strength.

He really hoped that nothing had happened just now. He had better have had a dream, or had hallucinations because of a concussion.

But the small bottle in his hand was a real reminder to him that it was not a dream.

Chi Jiayan has never been so desperate.

He thought that they had waited until the day when the cycle was restarted. According to Lingxiao, as long as Lingxiao appeared in the playground again, he would hand over his memory to Lingxiao and no longer follow the story line of fate, and he would naturally cover the nodes. , the cycle is broken.

He has always been convinced.

It was that belief that had sustained him for nine years.

Finally, when he was twenty-seven years old, he and the self on the node began to merge into one because of a fall, only to find that it was just another cycle.

A small loop sets a big loop.

He fell in love with the God of Death ninety-nine times in the small cycle, and after completing the task of awakening, he chose to restart the cycle, trying to save the God of Death and break the cycle. For the hundredth time, they finally found the loophole together with the god of death. They decided to keep the memory of the god of death and wait until the day when the cycle started at the age of twenty-seven. Who knew this was actually another bigger cycle!

To put it simply, it is their so-called method of retaining memory to cover nodes, which has been experienced ninety-nine times in the great cycle.

They never escaped the hand of fate at all.

How the fuck is this? !

Chi Jiayan slammed the door panel hard, the headache was splitting, and the tears couldn't stop flowing.

What are you crying for!

He slapped himself, what's the use of crying? !

Now, Chi Jiayan doesn't want to do anything.

For the next several days, he lay motionless in bed, neither eating nor drinking.

Anyway, everything will restart indefinitely, he just starved to death... it doesn't matter.

When everything was about to return to nothingness, he seemed to think of the voice of death in a daze beside his ears.

...

"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."

...

"Listen to me this time." The voice was hoarse at the end, "The only thing you need to do is go to the playground to find yourself and wait for me."

...

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

...

"I'll be there again."

—Yes, the god of death will appear again.

Chi Jiayan opened his eyes, and the small crystal bottle beside the pillow shone with golden light.

He had waited too long, and the living were no better than the dead. After all these years, he had to endure all the hardships.

What if you can't escape the palm of your hand?

He touched the mineral water bottle on the bedside table, Chi Jiayan struggled to unscrew the bottle cap, he drank half the bottle in one breath, and some of the water choked into his trachea, causing him to cough for a long time.

After a long delay, he finally gained some strength before he grinned.

He still wants to see Ling Xiao! !

He can't die yet!

——

He Kangcheng fixed the time for Chi Jiayan to go to the playground for inspection.

In fact, Chi Jiayan has no interest in these at all. He just needs He Kangcheng to perform the duties of a node NPC and set the correct time for him.

He took the time to take care of himself, because he didn't want death to appear, he was still a sloppy look.

You know, he was only eighteen years old when they separated, and now he is twenty-seven, and he is no longer the young milky boy he used to be.

After getting his hair done and changing into carefully prepared clothes, Chi Jiayan looked at himself in the mirror carefully as if he was going on a first date.

Because he has not seen the sun all the year round and his hair has been dyed chestnut, his skin looks very fair.

Because of the growth, those eyes are no longer as clear as they used to be, and there is a hint of ruthlessness hidden in them. His facial features are more three-dimensional than before, but a little feminine.

After merging with himself in this timeline, he gained some habits that he did not have before, such as dressing style, such as speaking behavior, but he did not feel any sense of incongruity. Now that there are different memories in his mind at the same time, his whole temperament looks a bit contradictory.

Chi Jiayan wondered if the gods of death also felt this way when they merged into one in the past.

At that time, the god of death also experienced short-term amnesia, but the reason was completely different from his...

It was created to save myself...

Speaking of pain, the most painful is the death that is not aware of it every time in the cycle.

He has to go through many difficult choices, from ruthless to affectionate for a child he can't bear, it is a process of reinventing himself.

He is cold and powerful, and he never bothers to speak out about his suffering.

He is also emotional, and even at the last moment, he just bears it silently.

Thinking of this, Chi Jiayan felt a pain in his heart.

He touched the small bottle hanging on his chest and closed his eyes.

The weather is fine today.

The laughter of the playground can be heard from the door.

Chi Jiayan came very early. He didn't know when the god of death would come, and he didn't know what he should do. He only remembered that the god of death told him to come to the playground, so he was always nervous.

Should he just sit on the chair at the entrance and wait?

No, what if the God of Death rides the blue wind and appears elsewhere?

The Ferris wheel was turning, it was a big circle.

The carousel was turning, and it was also a big circle.

He looked around and found that the squares, fountains, field divisions, and even the shops in this playground are all circular.

The arrangement of fate is really intentional.

Does this all imply their cycle?

Or, is it a ruthless mockery at all?

Chi Jiayan waited for a long time, and at noon, he still hadn't waited for that person.

In fact, deep in his subconscious, he was really afraid, afraid that death would not reappear at this so-called node, afraid that he had died in all the timelines, afraid of everything he had worried about in the hospital for the past nine years All become a reality!

Just thinking about it, the scorching sun was enough for Chi Jiayan except for a cold sweat.

A tall figure suddenly appeared at the door of the cold drink shop not far away.

At that moment, Chi Jiayan's heartbeat almost stopped.

Until this time, he couldn't help but have a definite sense of reality.

The man was extremely tall, roughly 1.9 meters tall. He was wearing a long black robe that was incompatible with the hot weather, but his body exuded a coolness.

His skin is pale, his eyebrows are a little sharp, and his eyes are as cold as a thousand years of frost.

He looked around curiously without squinting, with a straw under his thin lips, and a glass of lemon ice water in his slender fingers.

"Brother, why are you crying?" came the voice of a little girl.

Chi Jiayan wiped his face subconsciously, and sure enough, the tentacles were full of cold liquid. He didn't know when he burst into tears. He was obviously very happy. He was very happy to see that person again. Why did he cry?

"I..." He didn't know how to explain that he would cry.

Encouraged by her mother, the little girl handed him a tissue: "Brother don't cry, be brave."

"Thank you," he said.

The little girl got thanks and praise from her mother, and jumped away happily.

The man didn't notice the episode here, but squeezed into the crowd, took out a pale mask and put it on his face.

The people around him can no longer see him.

Except for Chi Jiayan.

Chi Jiayan didn't dare to follow too closely.

He slowed down a little, but the parade of the amusement park's routine performances broke through the crowd and walked over. Some of the actors are walking on stilts, some are COS anime characters, and some are wearing doll costumes. They bring joy wherever they go. They dance and attract the attention of all tourists.

The masked man is gone.

Chi Jiayan's heart was beating wildly a few times, he subconsciously squeezed into the crowd, but was pushed down by a middle-aged woman in front of him dissatisfied: "What are you squeezing!"

Across a group of people, the pale mask appeared again.

Death was looking at him.

The woman's voice caught his attention.

Time seemed to stand still.

Chi Jiayan thought for a moment:

Would the cycle stop if they never knew each other?

If they never met, would Death be able to avoid the endless torment?

Between the light and flint, Chi Jiayan's nose was sour, and he almost burst into tears.

Yes, exactly.

Why didn't he think of it before? !

He didn't seem to notice the eyes of the god of death, but suppressed his trembling voice, and pretended to be shameless: "Auntie, your butt is so big, don't stand in the front row, it will affect my position and destroy my vision."

Don't look this way, brother.

I'm just a shameless villain, not worth your stop for me.

He tried his best to maintain a frivolous smile, but he didn't know that the middle-aged woman's face flushed with anger.

"What did you say! You incompetent thing!"

Not daring to look even an inch towards the god of death, Chi Jiayan bit the bullet and said, "The anger in the morning is so big, is it because of menopause and sex-life incoordination?"

"You're crazy!" the middle-aged woman scolded, smashing him with the bag in her hand, and immediately changed to another position.

Finally... Chi Jiayan breathed a sigh of relief, only to turn around only to find that he was being stared at by the god of death.

He stiffened.

He didn't dare to show that he could see the god of death, so he had to continue acting. God knows how much effort it took for him to not look at the god of death, but pretended to be calm and continued to perform, cursing the woman's pants to crack.

He knew that the god of death hated these rude practices the most.

I don't know how long they stood there, but the parade team was gone.

The tourists gradually dispersed, and everyone around him left, but he was the only one left standing.

Death is gone.

Chi Jiayan wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing. He clearly wanted that person to leave, but when that person actually left, he was spinning again.

He squeezed the small bottle on his chest and shouted unconsciously, "Brother..."

He was in a daze, he didn't know where he was, whether he was dreaming or awake.

When he was called again, he realized that he had reached a pavilion with a cigarette in his hand.

"Little brother, this is a no-smoking area." The girl who looked like a student came up to remind.

"Huh?" He smiled indifferently, and the pear vortex was revealed.

Yeah, what does that have to do with me.

The person who brought me the whole world is gone, why do I still care about it?

When the girl was called by him, the finger that was pointing at the "No Smoking Here" sign on the wall also retracted, and her face turned red with a "swoosh". Her boyfriend was right next to her. Seeing this, she might be jealous, so she got up and walked out without saying a word.

The girl reacted and looked at Chi Jiayan a few more times before chasing out.

"With such a low degree of trust, we will break up sooner or later." Chi Jiayan breathed out a smoke ring and said to himself indifferently.

Just like this, he gets angry and walks away. If Huo Xin was in the same bed as himself before... What would happen to the former death god?

Anyway, it won't go away.

A pregnant woman was also in the pavilion. She wanted to come to play with her daughter. The family of three was resting here. Her husband looked cowardly. Seeing that no one was stopping him, he had to say: "Handsome guy, please put out the cigarette, my wife is still pregnant."

Chi Jiayan didn't even look at him: "Don't worry. Your wife's child isn't a son anyway. People who prefer sons over daughters can't have sons."

The pregnant woman was in a hurry: "Who do you say is more sons than women?"

Chi Jiayan smiled and said nothing, and continued to smoke.

Everyone in the pavilion has left.

There was a little joy in his heart.

Yes, exactly!

Next, he didn't know what he did, and he walked aimlessly in the playground.

He wants to see that person again, wants to pounce on him desperately to give him memory, what does the cycle have to do with him, he just wants to be with him!

He doesn't want to be strangers like this, and he will never meet again in this life!

However, several times when he clearly noticed the unique frost and snow breath, he subconsciously hid, maybe he was integrated into the crowd, maybe he was pretending to quarrel with someone, he couldn't let himself be so selfish to provoke again he!

Under this extremely contradictory upside down, evil thoughts kept rising from his heart. It seemed that he had to do something that he hated even in order to get a trace of relief.

Destiny, don't you want a cycle?

I will not give it!

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Finally write here.

The line I planted so hard, it's time to harvest.