Black Haired Youth raised his head slightly, the red mole under his eyes was dazzling, his eyes were calm, like a dry well that had been dead for a long time.
His voice continued.
"Ever since I knew that my memory had been modified, I have been thinking, if the memory of my childhood was wrong, if I grew up in Orphanage, if I had no parents..."
"Then who are you?"
"Bo Chunzhang, who are you?"
Bo Shuo seemed to smile, but his words were very soft.
Even at this point, he didn't say anything harsh, it was just like a normal chat between brother and sister.
Just like countless times before.
Bo Chunzhang's hand on her side kept shaking. She lowered her head and did not look at Bo Shuo. Perhaps at this point, she had no idea of lying.
Bo Chunzhang knows.
All she needs to do is pretend not to know, all she needs to do is deny it now.
No matter what the outcome of the matter is, Bo Shuo will believe it, just like countless times of favoritism before.
But she just remained silent, her throat was dry, and she didn't spit out a word.
Just like in the past, when I did something wrong and was talked to by Bo Shuo, I was cautious.
It seems that nothing has changed, and it seems that everything has changed.
"I should have known a long time ago that as a person who can limit the 'god', the best way to control it is not to let it develop freely, but to take full control of it. For World Consciousness, who is good at observation, these are all familiar methods."
Bo Shuo made a few sarcastic remarks, completely smoothing the curve of his lips, and continued to dismantle it in a calm tone that contained no personal emotions.
"For example, add a sister to me."
When she heard this sentence, the tears in the girl's eyes could no longer be stopped. They fell from her eyes bit by bit and dripped on the cake, slowly melting the cream.
Bo Chunzhang's eyes were red, but she couldn't say a word to refute.
Because everything Bo Shuo said just now is absolutely correct.
The truth of the matter is this, and there is no room for refutation.
But Bo Chunzhang still couldn't help but shake his head.
Bo Shuo lowered his eyes and did not look at her. When his eyes fell on the dripping tears, he couldn't help but curl his fingers.
When the naked truth was revealed to the public, he just felt ironic for no reason.
Bo Shuo's life has been fake from the beginning, his memories are fake, his experiences are fake, and his sister is also fake.
Then what else is true.
Is he real? Is his existence also real?
Perhaps before, even the fact that he had cancer was controlled by World Consciousness.
Black Haired Youth took out a few tissues from the table next to him and slowly handed them to Bo Chunzhang. He didn't speak and slowly stood up from the chair.
The girl's choked voice sounded from behind.
"I don't know, I don't know, Bo Shuo, I never knew before..."
Her words were confusing, and in the end, thousands of words were reduced to just one sentence.
"I'm sorry."
When Black Haired Youth heard this, his footsteps stopped, but he did not look back. The tall and thin figure slowly walked towards the door, and the jingling bells echoed throughout the empty Cafe.
The door was slowly closed.
"Host, it's raining outside."
007 watched the whole process from the side and got some clues from a few words. He, who is always lively, seemed a little reserved.
Even if you don't know the whole story, you can still understand the heaviness in this atmosphere.
The rain outside was not heavy, the drizzle gathered from the eaves, and finally dropped slowly.
"Tick."
It fell on the puddle next to it, splashing countless tiny lines.
Bo Shuo did not hold an umbrella this time and walked slowly towards the road ahead.
He didn't know where he was going. Maybe he was going back to Rental House, or maybe he was returning to the hospital where he had been recovering for a long time.
The surrounding Rainwater seemed to be avoiding the young man, and even the mist did not touch his body.
My hair and clothes are still dry.
But 007 felt very distressed. It was now above Bo Shuo's head. The entire light ball was only half the size of a hand, but it was holding an umbrella as big as a person, tightly covering the surroundings of Bo Shuo.
"007, I hate it so much."
Bo Shuo opened his mouth, his voice as soft as a cloud floating in the sky, the red mole at the end of his eye became more and more visible, and it was extremely conspicuous on the cold white skin.
A puddle on the ground clearly reflected the young man's purple eyes, which were cold and calm. Even when he spoke of hatred, he remained calm.
No matter how many emotions are surging in my heart, they still don't show anything when they fall on my face, and I still look cold and cold.
In a daze, the facial features of the person in the water slowly melted away, leaving only a blank space.
"I hate it so much."
Bo Shuo Repeats word by word.
"I hate it so much."
007 wanted to step forward and wrap his fingers around Bo Shuo, but he was holding a huge umbrella in his hand, which made it difficult for a while.
It could only do the next best thing and float to Bo Shuo's shoulders, trying to hold down Bo Shuo with its light weight.