[Do we want to save other people or ourselves? 】
The door is open.
A pair of small hands rested on the door.
Cheng Ye's heart skipped a beat.
yes--
daughter.
She stood there, her limbs as white and tender as lotus roots.
Her long black hair hangs casually behind her back.
The light in the room came from behind her, creating a faint halo of light.
She raised her head, no different from an ordinary child.
The limbs are intact and the missing eyes have grown back.
A pair of bright and lively eyes.
Like a delicate rag doll.
Her black hair stared at Cheng Ye with vigilance.
"Uncle, what can you do?"
The voice is milky.
But with a bit of alienation.
She's fine.
She is completely healed.
Her withered hands and legs were no more.
Just like the neighbor's child, he already looks healthy.
Wearing a clean little skirt, she was actually standing in front of him.
Clean, beautiful, innocent.
Cheng Ye felt that his limbs were shaking a little. He wanted to hold his daughter in his arms, but he was afraid of scaring him.
He restrained his trembling hands, raised a friendly smile, and slowly squatted down.
Softly, gently, and cautiously: "Where is your father?"
The little girl looked at Cheng Ye intently and said nothing.
Cheng Ye saw the vigilance on her face.
I don’t know why my eyes are sore.
Perhaps Xiaoxue didn't feel threatened, so she thought for a moment and said, "Dad is dead."
Cheng Ye's head exploded.
Dead, still dead...
So was it because he was unscrupulously experimenting with medicine?
If he hadn't known that the injuries sustained in the dungeon would disappear when he returned to the main city, he wouldn't have tried the milk powder himself.
"So, how are you doing?" Cheng Ye choked up.
Xiaoxue tilted her head, seeming to be thinking about who this strange uncle was.
She thought about it and said in a sweet voice, "Not bad. I can go to the amusement park every day now."
“The aunties in the community bring me food every week and I have someone to take care of me.”
Cheng Ye really wanted to touch this child, but he didn't dare to reach out.
He smiled hard and tried to keep his voice as soft as possible: "That's good, that's good."
It's great that my daughter is okay.
It seems that after the disintegration of Ruskin, the United Ministry still integrated the underground city and took over again.
Children no longer have to do manual work, but can actually read and write.
There are people taking care of them too.
Xiaoxue looked at the man in front of her in confusion. She leaned her head forward and tilted her head towards Cheng Ye: "...Dad?"
Cheng Yetong zoomed in: "What did you just say?"
Xiaoxue stood up straight again: "You smell like daddy."
At this moment, it seemed that the whole world was silent.
There were only two people, one tall and one short, looking at each other.
They have transcended the limitations of time and space and the shackles of latitude.
Standing in the same world.
Meet again.
Cheng Ye's breathing began to become thicker unconsciously.
He thought of the little details.
Bits and pieces in the copy.
When he left, Xiaoxue changed slightly.
And that sentence, although he didn't hear it clearly, he heard the voice.
These images have been running through his mind these days.
Flip back and forth, keep turning.
He thought about it over and over again, just to remember more details.
He remembered the time he and Wei Sheng'an had agreed to go back on the last day.
When I step here again.
Xiaoxue asked this sentence:
"Dad, are you leaving?"
My daughter was sitting on the sofa at that time. She was no different from before, and her tone was still that of a grandma.
But now that I think about it, she knew she was leaving, so she asked this question.
What has she been through?
Why is she so sensible and suppressing her emotions?
Cheng Ye couldn't hold it back anymore, he closed his eyes and held his daughter in his arms.
A small body, a soft ball.
It's like if you apply a little force, it will break.
Somehow, Xiaoxue didn't resist.
Instead, he stretched out his small hand and patted Cheng Ye's back softly.
As if to comfort him.
"Dad, are you back?"
Cheng Ye's whole body felt like an electric current passing through him.
Those images hit his brain again and again.
He hugged Xiaoxue a little harder.
As if afraid that this is an illusion.
Being afraid of light snow does not bring good health.
Fatty and Wei Sheng'an didn't make any sound. They hid obediently in the darkness and even lowered their breathing subconsciously.
Wei Sheng'an's eyes seemed to be filled with stars and a sea of stars. He clearly had a lot of emotions, but he hid them well.
His eyes were like spider silk, scanning Cheng Ye and his daughter.
He remembered very clearly what his daughter should look like.
And now, she was intact.
Something must have happened in the meantime.
This was probably the reason why Cheng Ye kept asking.
No one spoke, but there was a tacit understanding.
Everyone gave Cheng Ye time.
Including Xiaoxue, she said nothing except patting Cheng Ye gently on the back.
After a while, Cheng Ye seemed to be comforted.
He let go of his daughter.
"Can you recognize me?"
The daughter shook her head: "I don't recognize you, it just feels and smells like you."
"You once called me daddy." Cheng Ye froze on the spot after saying this.
He was silenced.
The existence of the game must never be revealed.
So he can't say that he is her father.
Cheng Ye's eyes widened.
The daughter didn't notice anything unusual. She just touched Cheng Ye's rough face with her soft little hands.
"You are not my father. My father is dead."
"My dad was very strange for a while, as if there were many people living in his body."
"Sometimes they would scold me, sometimes they would dislike me, sometimes they would be indifferent to me, and some would be violent, angry, and crying... Then a man came, and he was very good."
"He would hug me, pet me, make me happy, and even take me to buy my favorite burgers."
The daughter's eyes are bright, as bright as the stars in the sky.
"I thought he was my dad, but he's gone too."
"They will all leave when the time comes, and dad will become a doll again."
"Later on, dad died."
The daughter lowered her head.
She was still young, she couldn't tell what was going on, and she had an imagination for everything.
Just like a child, he would think that his father is hiding in a drawer, under the sofa or even in the crack of the door.
She can accept everything without feeling scared.
She just suddenly one day, her father was selected by the game and became the body of the game.
From that day on, she had no father.
How helpless she is. She is already disabled and has to experience a father with different emotions and personalities.
Maybe in her eyes, her dad was just under the spell of black magic.
Sometimes it exists, sometimes it doesn't.
Every time I wake up, it looks different.
Later, it really ceased to exist.
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