Chapter 77： Art exhibition (1/2)

Jing Sui Dingding looked at the sketchbook on the ground. Although this is only a semi-finished product, it can even be said to be a few drafts ... but the scene in the painting is something he will never forget.

He once took the boy there and made his solemn promise to him.

That was the first time he was so frank with a person.

Tell someone for the first time that he loves him.

But the boy didn't believe him and eventually left him.

What happened afterwards ... Jing Sui didn't want to think about it. He closed his eyes in pain and raised his eyes to look at the boy in front of him.

At this moment, all the doubts in my heart were all gone.

It turned out that it was you, and ... you remember everything.

Why paint fairy stars? Isn't your heart still caring about me in the slightest, haven't you let go of me?

Such an extravagant hope emerged uncontrollably in Jing Sui's heart, but he felt it should not be.

He had countless words to ask, and even wanted to indicate his identity directly, no longer forbearance, no avoidance, but he finally calmed down slowly, he could not ignore many of these unreasonable things, things should not It's that simple.

Impulse and hasty will only be counterproductive.

If Ji Ling really came to this world in the same car accident as himself, he should have some time to adapt, and with his tender and gentle personality, it is impossible to forget his loved ones in that world and suffer such injuries. After being calm about everything, he naturally accepted his current identity and loved ones.

When a person comes to a different world, no matter how good the disguise is, there must be a process of acceptance, and a teenager is not a person who is too deliberate in the city and it is impossible to be flawless.

But the fact is that he really looks like a person who is completely from this world. It is not fake to interact with Yang Wei. He really takes Yang Wei as his mother and is accustomed to life now. The brightness and happiness in his eyes did not play out.

This is why Jing Sui clearly felt that they were so similar, but still remained skeptical and did not dare to recognize each other.

Ji Ling is like a person who belongs to this world. Now he seems more real and natural. Instead, he in the previous world was a little out of step because of being too kind, and he was more like his disguise.

Jing Sui thought about many possibilities, maybe Ji Ling forgot all that, maybe he only remembers the memory of this world, or maybe he came to this world longer than himself, long enough to have been completely integrated into it ...

He thought of many possibilities, but he never thought of it. Ji Ling clearly remembers everything in that world, but he can remain indifferent.

Why is that?

What is going on in this world?

Ji Ling looked at Jing Sui in doubt, and stretched out his hand in front of Jing Sui, and said, "Mr. Fu, what's wrong with you?"

Jing Sui took a deep breath, and he bent down to pick up the sketchbook on the ground, looked at Ji Ling with a complex look, and said dumbly, "You did well."

Ji Ling froze for a moment, thinking that this Mr. Fu would not be absorbed in seeing his own painting? But this is just a draft, not so good ...

He was a little embarrassed and said modestly, "You've passed the prize."

Jing Sui was silent for a moment, pressing down the painful nostalgia of his eyes, and slowly speaking, "The scenery here is beautiful, but ... why not draw some people?"

Ji Ling's deep eyes on the upper man seemed to have some deep sorrow in it, which reminded him of Jing Sui somehow ... Why didn't he paint people? Ji Ling thought about it, don't look in the eyes, and said, "... I didn't expect it."

is it? Just didn't expect it?

This is not the real answer.

You are lying to me.

Jing Sui Dingding looked at the boy, half a moment, and issued a low, husky chuckle, seemingly casually: "How did you think of drawing such a picture? It is really imaginative."

Ji Lingyi smiled: "It was a novel that inspired me."

He said that he paused here and didn't say more, lest Mr. Fu continue to ask what kind of novel, how serious Mr. Fu looks like an overbearing president! How can you tell him about novels! That's too shameful!

Fortunately, Mr. Fu did not continue to ask.

Ji Ling blinked his eyes and said, "Mr. Fu, I'm going back." This implies that the other party should return the sketchbook to himself!

Jing Sui's throat knot rolled a bit, desperately holding it down, it seemed to squeeze the words out of his chest, raised his hand to return the sketch book to Ji Ling, closed his eyes and said, "Okay."

He needs time to process the information he receives today.

Rather than letting yourself be dominated by emotions and acting impulsively.

Frightened teenager.

Ji Ling felt that there was something weird about the man, but he couldn't say it. He smiled uncomfortably and turned away.

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Near the end of work, Shen Zhuoming came to the president's office and came to deliver the plan to the planning department. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the boss sitting at his desk, looking at documents, but there seemed to be some violations. I walked over the boss's desk, looked at the cup on the table, and didn't drink a sip of coffee, and finally realized what was wrong.

Shen Zhuoming stepped forward cautiously: "General Manager Fu?"

Jing Sui raised his head, his eyes were dark like an abyss, and said lightly, "Let the files go down, you go out first."

Shen Zhuoming felt that the boss didn't seem to be in a good mood, but he didn't dare to ask any more. He quickly put down the documents and went out. After closing the door, he looked confused. What happened to the boss? Why look like a lost soul?

Jing Sui closed her eyes.

Everything in the past is slowly replayed in his mind, even if he only thinks about it once, it seems to dismember himself, but he still thinks back slowly, not willing to let go of any details, and after coming to this world , Meet the scenes of Ji Ling ...

Trying to find clues from his memory that he ignored.

Something that was very important was ignored by him, but he couldn't think of anything.

‘How did you come up with such a picture? ’

‘This is a novel that inspired me. ’

The dialogue between these two words flashed across Jing Sui's mind, like a white lightning, across the dark endless night sky.

He thought that this sentence was just a dodge of Ji Ling. Ji Ling was unwilling to say things about the world in front of strangers, so he used the novel as an excuse to fool himself, but ... why didn't he find other excuses? Like dreaming or something?

Why is it that it is a novel?

Seemingly insignificant details may be the key to success or failure, and the only way to approach the truth.

Jing Sui slowly opened his eyes and opened the computer's search page. His finger remained on the keyboard for a long time, and then he entered two words: Jing Sui.

Hit enter and search.

A whole page of information appeared in front of him without warning, and was not completely obscured.

Jing Sui's pupils slowly contracted, his fingers trembled and shook, his face tightened tightly, and finally, the first web page was opened.

A novel interface appeared in front of him.

Ten hours later.

Jing Sui leaned back on the chair, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and covered the ridiculous sorrow, thin lips slightly opened, a chuckling chuckle overflowing into the lips, and the laughter grew louder, and finally became He laughed without a doubt.

Throughout his life, he always pretended to be calm and rational.

He has been an prince of the Empire since he was born. He was taught to pay attention to etiquette from an early age. He became emperor even when he was the emperor. Even when he was the most angry and most painful, he would not be rude to others and would not be treated by others. Seeing my emotions, even when I am alone, I seem to forget how it feels to indulge, and never laughed like I do now.

But at this moment, he felt ridiculous.

Laughing can't stop.

The throat seemed to be scraped by a knife, hoarse and painful, every laughter, breath, and relentless vibrations pulled on the chest, and then spread the pain to the whole body. After a long, long time, the laughter finally stopped.

It was late at night at this time, and the company was empty.

Quiet needle drops were heard in the office.

Moonlight projected from floor-to-ceiling windows-come in, and a little light in the high-rise building outside, real and psychedelic.

He finally understood where the disharmony came from.

And finally understand why Ji Ling can face everything calmly.

Jing Sui would not expect that Ji Ling, like him, would come from the world of that false book, because then Ji Ling would not say that this was inspiration from a novel. This sentence clearly showed a Fact-he knows the existence of this novel.

He is not the original Ji Ling, but the Ji Ling of this world.

A Ji Ling who has seen this novel.

He was originally a person from this world, and Yang Wei was also his real mother, so she behaved so naturally, and could remember everything clearly, but pretended not to remember.

For him, everyone in the world, including himself, is just a character in a novel.

A false existence.

And now I think about it carefully, the kindness and softness of the teenager he found inadvertently revealed is actually his real side, because he is not the original “Jiling”, but the young Ji Ling from this world, he is not used For doing evil things, not accustomed to hurting others, having a soft and compassionate heart, but not acting well ... this can also explain why he was involuntarily attracted to his true side.

Because according to this novel, he would not fall in love with him.

The boy is so kind and gentle, he has all the aspects that attract him, but he doesn't love him.

Now that he knows the novel and all the plots, it is impossible to be deceived by Carlos, which means that everything is his disguise, but an excuse he uses to escape from himself.

He knows everything like a god, watching his fall but leaving coldly ...

Everything is fake.