Chapter 20: You only belong to me 20

Holding a thin blanket and a cup of warm water, You Qi opened the small wooden door and went to the garden behind.
She crossed the cobblestone path and saw the people in the middle of the garden. She couldn't help holding her breath and let go of her steps.
The back of the garden was planted with jasmine flowers. It was planted when Yu Xu was still in good spirits. After three chemotherapy treatments, her hair had fallen out and her stomach had been cut by a third, and she basically couldn't eat anything.
When the doctors were discussing the fourth surgery plan, Yush gave up the treatment and returned to the small villa they bought.
Now lying in the wheelchair, she is already so thin, her wrists on the armrests have only a thin layer of skin wrapped around the bones, her face bathed in the sun sleeping, like a jasmine bud beside her, white and quiet.
You Qi sighed softly and went back to the room to get a blanket. You Xu fell asleep again. During this time, she had been sleeping, and her consciousness became less and less.
In the early spring afternoon, when the temperature was still a little low, Youqi put a blanket on Yush's body, and then he held the back handle of the wheelchair, trying to push Yush back into the house.
After moving twice, Yu Xu woke up, his voice a little fuzzy: "Did you post it?"
"Posted," You Qi said, "I will post it once a week, I will not forget it."
After a pause, she couldn't help but said: "What do you do with those flowers one day, what should I do if I fall asleep in the garden and catch a cold next time?"
Yuxu smiled and didn't say anything, knowing that his cousin was worried about herself, only felt warm.
"Also, don't secretly get up to write postcards for me in the middle of the night," You Qi couldn't help but babbled her, "You have written so much, how much more do you need to write, regardless of your physical condition."
You Xu smiled helplessly: "Okay, I know."
"I know, I know, you will say know every time," You Qi pursed his lips, "drink some warm water."
You Xu took the cup, sipped it, swallowing slowly, drinking a little bit hard, You Qi's eyes were sour, don't open your eyes.
Frequent headaches and abdominal pain made Yu Xu unbearable, and asked the system: "When will I die?"
The system said: "You don't have to suffer when you complete the beheading mission. It won't be less than one second if you haven't completed the three-month countdown."
You Xu stopped talking. She was born, old, sick, and died. She hadn't experienced the second stage yet, and if she jumped directly to the third and fourth stages, she would have lived her life.
It took a long time like porridge cooked slowly on the stove, waiting for the final moment of boiling and extinguishing the fire.
Yu Xu's periods of unconsciousness and pain were getting longer and longer. In the last few days, she couldn't eat and drink, and she lay down on the bed, feeling sick.
You Qi finally went from wiping tears secretly to crying loudly: "Cousin...Don't go..."
On that day, Yuxu seemed to be better. She could see the person in front of her clearly and heard the voice clearly. She smiled weakly: "What do you do when you cry...I still have a breath."
You Qi wiped his tears and said, "Don't talk so much, keep your spirits up."
"Okay, okay," Yush slowly closed his eyes. "It's late at night, don't guard, go back to sleep."
Yuxu added: "The wind is not very strong tonight, open the windows a bit, I want to get some air."
She rarely asks, and it has been a long time since she said so much. After thinking about it, You Qi opened the window and added a quilt to her before leaving.
Yush closed his eyes, his mind was all alone.
The window opened in the afternoon, and the sun was shining in. Duan Min held her strands of black hair, curled up and fell asleep.
She only added a spoonful of honey to the milk, and he pursed his lips, looking unsatisfied.
She leaned lazily on the sofa, reading fairy tales, as he bent his lips to listen.
And he always looked at her quietly with those clear eyes.
She knew that her time was approaching. It turned out that when people reached the end of their lives, they would really look back on the important people and things in her heart.
You Xu struggling to move, took out the postcard and a pen from under the pillow. She held the pen with all her strength and wrote the messy words stroke by stroke.
The tip of the pen made a rustle on the paper, and it rang lightly in this quiet night.
Duan Min, I like—
The "Patter" pen rolled to the ground, and the postcard fell from between the bed.
The mottled moonlight leaking from the window quietly fell on her hand on the edge of the bed.

When Yush returned to the blank space, he did not recover for a long time, and sat blankly.
Until the system's voice sounded: "Congratulations to the host for completing the task, the task rating is B grade, and 3000 points are awarded."
what?
Did she complete the task?
When did she complete the task?
So Duan Min... is dead? !
You Xu's brain buzzed into a mess, and he said in disbelief: "Duan Min is dead? Impossible!"
The system said: "You can spend 100 points to watch the task replay and perform task review."
Yu Xu still didn't believe it: "Watch the task replay."
A screen quickly appeared in front of her, and it started playing at double speed.
Duan Min was cooking in the kitchen alone. He only tasted the dishes he made, and then discarded them after frowning. He kept cooking more than a dozen times before he was satisfied.
He stared at the dishes on the table, walked away, and suddenly muttered: "I will cook all the dishes on your recipe..."
Duan Min rarely sleeps, or he dared not sleep, especially during the afternoon nap, he would even fidget, go to the bookcase to find out the books she had read, and his mood would be slightly calmer.
The pages of the book were turned, and a piece fell out.
Duan Min picked it up and looked at it. It was a jasmine bookmark. His eyelashes trembled lightly. He flipped through the book from beginning to end and found two bookmarks.
Then, he walked to the bookcase again, turned over all the books, looking for treasure, and carefully picked up a bookmark every time he found it.
Because they grow more and more jasmine, sometimes you might pick some tea, or make bookmarks and put them in books.
That night, Duan Min put the bookmark next to his pillow, breathing a faint jasmine smell, and the evening breeze brought the light fragrance of the windowsill into the whole room.
The familiar taste, as if she never left.
Duan Min closed his eyes, and was not asleep again, silently sketching her appearance in his mind.
Later, he opened up the two rooms. His original room was completely dark. The orange post-it note that Yush had written to him. He posted the shape of the sun on the wall. It was the only color in that house. Her room was always dark. It is warm and bright in beige.
Jingwei is distinct, like on one side and heaven on the other, he shrinks in "hell" most of the time.
Duan Min went out every day, to the mall, to the supermarket, to various crowded places. He took a lot of drugs and forced to adapt to the breath of the living. When he returned home, he suffered from the disease overnight. Will continue to go out.
After constant stress response, to physical and psychological forced adaptation, he can go farther and farther and use less and less drugs.
In the end, except for subconsciously avoiding oncoming people, he was basically able to go out like a normal person.
"You Xu, I can go out like a normal person, and I will be able to accompany you all over the world soon."
"When will you come back."
A person's life is too difficult, it seems that the endless sea of ​​suffering is invisible. The only thing that gives him some comfort is the postcard sent by You Xu. She sends a postcard every week with two or three sentences on it.
"Duan Min, the temperature here has dropped drastically, and there was a lot of hail, making the windows smashed."
"Duan Min, the sunshine today is very good, and the water of Ruoming Lake is shimmering like tens of thousands of glass balls."
"Duan Min, I saw that all the peach blossoms on Weishan were blooming. They were very beautiful, but I didn't see the peach blossom demon recorded here. I think there may be too many people, and she hid."
......
Whenever he was about to be unable to hold on, he would take the postcard and read it over and over again, thinking that she was living so well in the distance, thinking that she would laugh so happily where there was no him, and he would struggle to live again. power.
A lifetime is so long, there is always a return date.
They will meet again.
Duan Min returned postcards to You Xu, but every time he mentioned questions and topics, she did not respond. The address of the postcards was always changing. He thought she was walking around the world, and there might not be a fixed place to receive his postcards. Up.
After a while, Duan Min took all the jasmine flowers off the windowsill, made them into bookmarks, and took some of them in a small glass jar and carried them with him.
He bought a plane ticket and went abroad.
The place where I arrived first has already been sunny, and there is no hail.
A few more days later, Duan Min sat on the stone chair by the Ruoming Lake, looking at the sparkling water, his eyes were dim, and he silently pinched the small glass jar in his hand.
The peach blossoms on Weishan thanked late, and the hills were still full of red. Many people took pictures and played, couples hugged under the trees, and all the excitement became a distant background. He stood on the top of the mountain, looking desolate.
He walked all over the world alone, watching the scenery she had seen, eating the food she had mentioned, like a monk practicing silently, but without any regrets.
Until one day, his cell phone rang. At that moment, he felt like a lifetime, and even suspected that he had heard it wrong. Since Yu Xu went abroad, her cell phone has not been turned on.
Is she coming back?
Duan Min didn't dare to delay, took out the phone, his hands were shaking so that the phone almost fell, his chest was violently up and down, and he took two breaths. The moment the phone was connected, he even stopped breathing.
Quiet for a while on both sides.
Duan Min's knuckles while holding the phone turned white, and cautiously whispered, "You Xu?"
"Cousin," You Qi said, "it's me."
Duan Min immediately asked: "Where is she?"
You Qi paused and said, "I'll give you the address. If you want, you can come and see it."
"it is good."
Duan Min, who received the address, continued to be ecstatic and wished to rush to him immediately, but he was passing through a window and saw his embarrassed appearance come to a halt.
He is unshaven, his hair that has not been cut for a long time has reached his neck, his face has not been cleaned, his nails have not been cut, and how long has his clothes been changed?
How could he meet her so badly.
Duan Min immediately bought everything he had washed and dressed, moved into a hotel to take care of himself, and made sure to clean it up. He flew to the city overnight.
When he found the place, it was already afternoon, Duan Min checked the house number and address again, and for the first time he was so nervous that his palms sweated.
This is a small villa decorated in European style, with blue roof and white walls, two stories high, with a lot of plants by the door, and a half-person high iron fence in front.
The next moment he pressed the doorbell, Duan Min's heart beat wildly.
The bell came into the room melodiously, and after more than ten seconds, there was a clear turning lock sound, with a click, and the door opened.
You Qi came out with a tired face: "Cousin, you are here."
Duan Min looked back: "Where is she?"
"She..." You Qi seemed to be unable to say anything, and his unspoken words contained emotions, "You come in with me first."
Duan Min suppressed the surging anxiety, curled his fingers, and walked in silently with her.
"You sit down first," You Qi handed him a glass of warm water, "I'll get something."
Duan Min glanced at the living room. It was still in light beige tones, wooden furniture, floral arrangements, large and open floor-to-ceiling windows, the style she liked, but she didn't see her.
Restraining his anxiety, Duan Min waited for a while and almost couldn't sit still, You Qi walked over with the big cardboard box, "These are all written by her, let me send you one every week."
Duan Min took a look and found that there were all postcards, thousands of them, enough for him to receive her postcards continuously in the next hundred years.
The above content has been written in advance, what does she mean...
"And this one, I found under the bed." You Qi also passed the postcard in her hand. If she didn't organize her things and found the postcard under the bed, she might not call Duan Min. , Going along with the arrangement of the cousin.
But she thought, the cousin wanted to see him.
Duan Min's fingertips trembled, and he took the postcard, which read "Duan Min, I'm happy--" The fourth word was not finished, but a long stroke was drawn. The handwriting was quite messy, not the kind of deliberate writing. Chaos, but it seems to have no energy.
There are still traces of ink and wash on the stroke, like tears.
"Where is she?" Duan Min said with difficulty.
You Qi lowered his eyes and sighed deeply: "You come with me."
Back to the cobblestone path, the oncoming wind brought his familiar fragrance of jasmine, and soon the jasmine color full of the courtyard came into view, and the stone monument standing in the center was very conspicuous.
"My cousin was suffering from cancer. I planted this flower field here during the last period of time. She didn't want the body to decay slowly, so she finally turned into ashes and scattered here." She didn't expect that when the cousin came here, So I planted a grave for myself.
The person next to him was extremely silent, and You Qi turned his head: "Cousin-in-law?" The next moment, her eyes darkened.
Duan Min controlled her and said coldly: "You go out first."
The afternoon sun was a bit dazzling, Duan Min quietly looked at the tombstone in front of him.
Thinking of her pear smile, so sweet, she said that a lifetime is so long, there is always a return date.
fake.
all fake.
The blood in his body has long been solidified, and he can't feel the warmth of the sun. He stretched out his hand to rub the cold stone tablet, his eyes were painful, and his voice was extremely difficult: "You Xu, you lie to me."
The jasmine flower was swaying with its delicate petals as it was gently blown by the warm breeze.
On the projection side, Yush saw the blue sky in the background, and there seemed to be only a lone shadow standing in the white flower field.
He kept his eyelids drooping, making it difficult to see his expression.
The wind slowly stopped, and he said, "Yush, I can't wait for you."
"I will look for you."
Duan Min drew out the scalpel that Yux had once held against his neck and placed it in the same position as before.
"No!!!" Yush shouted vigorously, but it was a pity that they were not in the same time and space, so he couldn't hear them.
In the next moment, plum red blood fell on the white petals, and the smell of blood and the scent of jasmine merged on this piece of soil.
The blood on his neck kept pouring out, feeling the loss of life force, Duan Min fell beside the stone tablet, smelling the familiar fragrance, and quietly closed his eyes.
He thought, I can finally fall asleep.
The projection screen in front of him disappeared, and Yu Xu had already blurred his vision and burst into tears unconsciously, and did not notice that his body was trembling all the time.
"Warning warning, the host's emotional actualization value reaches 60...70...75...breaking 80," the system said, "start emotional reset initialization."
The memory in Yush's mind was stripped to pieces, and many things seemed to be separated by a layer of frosted glass.
I don’t know how long it took, You Xu stopped tears, calmed down, and after his reason returned, the system began to say: "Please prepare for the host and send the next world."
Yush fell into the white circle and disappeared into the blank space and time.
Waking up in a room full of joy, the red hijab covered her sight, and she looked down to see the joy clothes on her body and the gold bracelet on her hand.
You Xu lifted the red hijab, without even reading the world line, stood up and walked to the table, smashed the porcelain jug on the table, picked the sharpest tip, and pierced it into his neck.
The candlelight flickered, the red candle shed tears, the blood stained the red clothes, and the bleeding fell on the ground.
......
You Xu opened her eyes again and returned to the blank time and space. She subconsciously touched her neck, always feeling a faint pain. It was a real pain when the fragments pierced in. When the life body passed away, she had no pain and returned.
This real pain makes many hosts dare not attack themselves even if they don't want to do the task, so the system's flat voice is rare to say angrily: "You!"
It is also the first time encountering host resistance: "Don't you want to return to your original world?"
Yush said indifferently.
Because she found that they had nothing to do with her other than taking the desire to return to the original world as a reward, which was actually a threat.
"Warning," the system said again, "the host's emotional actualization value reaches 79!"
Yush continued to be indifferent: "Oh."
Seven or eight said before that the actual value of feelings will be reset uncleanly due to the host's own resistance. Besides, they only have the right to reset once, and their feelings can still rise.
System: "...transmit."
Yush was transported to the new world again. When she woke up, she saw her coarse clothes and coarse cloth, with a lot of cocoons on her big hands, and she was squatting by the river with a mallet to wash clothes.
You Xu sneered, dropped his club, kicked the tub in front of him, and jumped directly into the lake. The muddy lake water poured into her mouth and nose, her stomach pouch rose, and she was sinking.
When I woke up again, I was surprised to find that I did not return to the blank time and space. I looked into the room, carved wooden doors and windows, bed curtains, and I was dressed in silk and silk, and my hands were quite delicate. Miss.
This is the world of rebirth literature?
Yush pulled off the golden hairpin on his head and plunged it into his neck without hesitation.
Blood gushed out, and Yu Xu gritted his teeth and resisted the pain.
When she woke up again, she still did not go back. At a glance, she saw the dark sky and the shadows of the trees under the dark night with their teeth and claws. The cold wind blew through, bringing a rotten corpse.
Yuxu glanced at his small body, and was sure he was reborn again, and was thrown into the pile of dead people in the wilderness.
This time she still didn't read the world line, crawled out of the crowd with her hands and feet, and left here.
In this ordinary world, there is an ordinary person, sometimes eating and sleeping, sometimes watching flowers and birds. She walks in sparsely populated places, waits for the sunrise to watch the sunset, picks wild fruits and digs out birds and eggs, and entertains herself. Mountain peach blossoms and dazed, thinking of a person.
When the energy of the system is exhausted, Yuxu returns to the blank space-time again.
The system is almost furious: "What on earth do you want? Do you know how much energy is needed for each crossing? Do you know how difficult it is to find an identity that matches you?"
The system irritably said: "I also want to cash in on performance!"
The so-called timing of the negotiation is that the other party is not calm, he is still sane, and has made it clearly feel that she is not what she is doing. You Xu seized the opportunity and said: "According to my observation, the nature of your mission is to ask the target not to persecute. The world, if I don’t have to kill them, and I can guarantee that they will not be blackened and everything in the world is stable, can it?

The system fell into a long silence. The host made these requests for the first time. Before setting a task, the host kept his head down and did it fiercely.
To be honest, after countless evaluations and long-term experiments, it is still the best way to eradicate hidden dangers.
Yush sat cross-legged, and said with a smile: "Anyway, you are bound to me. If you don't want to, don't you just want performance? I will take you to reverse the score."
system:"......"
One person and one machine were quiet for a long time, and the system gritted his teeth and said: "I will report to the host."
You Xu waited left and right. After waiting for a long time, the system sounded again: "It's okay according to your requirements, but in order to ensure the stability of the world, the blackening value of the target task must be reduced to 0 and the trust value of you 100 is considered complete."
"If the mission target's blackening value exceeds 80, we will forcibly intervene in the host's body and manipulate the host's body to perform beheading tasks. This involves the host's personal rights, so we need to sign."
A glass plate appeared in front of Yush, and she happily pressed her fingerprints.
"All right," the system retracted the glass plate, angrily said, "start the next world mission."
"No," Yush said.
The system is irritable again: "Why not?"
Yush: "I want to reset the first world in accordance with the new treaty content."
The first world as a novice task can be reset by choosing a time period. Many fast wearers do the task for the first time, and their scores and points are not high. There will be a chance to reset the areas that are not well done and brush up the points.
"Good job."
Yush: "Wait a second."
System: "What's wrong!"
"I don't want you," Yush said, "I want that stickman." The stickman in his mind disappeared without knowing when, and became an invisible electronic sound.
The system is anxious: "I am the professional killing system. Seventy-eight is the trainee system. I am only responsible for signing contracts and explaining some matters."
You Xu understood. It turned out that the electronic sound took over from the beheading mission stage, and then its performance will be linked to her. She is not very happy: "I want it, and I don't need to beheaded. Task."
Although Qiba practiced Tai Chi in her mind, eating melons on vacation, not doing business properly...but it is still a good system.
"..." The system has a feeling of being thrown away when it is used up, but it can't stand this host anymore. It's better to transfer to another host. Besides, her terms have changed, which may be affected. It rushes to performance, and it is the number one system on the host points ranking!
She has already caused it to lose two worlds, and the overall score has fallen for some reason. Without it, let's see how she will cry in the future.
As an extremely efficient electronic voice, he just stopped talking and muted the sound. After a while, the stickman with poor workmanship appeared in the blank space, and it ran over: "Host, 嘤嘤嘤~"
Yushu was expressionless, and he held the strange monster with one hand: "Okay, send me back to the first world."
Qiba tried to raise Tan Hei's head, and said in a deep voice, "Host, I miss you so much."
You Xu pressed it down again, obviously because Xiao missed her points, "Hurry up."
"Okay, host."
A long timeline appeared before Yush.
"Please choose the time point for the host," it said in a warm reminder tone, "you can only choose the red point."
At a glance, there was only one red dot, Yu Xu: "..." Does this still need to be selected?
She took a closer look and found that the point happened to be at the node of the beheading mission.
The author has something to say: When I first conceived this story, I didn't feel abusive. When I came out word by word yesterday afternoon, I cried like a silly dog ​​and almost cried with my friends.
At that time I knew I was dead, and looking at the comments again, I was dead (.
Actually I didn’t want to be spoiled. I don’t know whether the ending is good or bad, so I have a sense of anticipation. But I saw so many people want to send me blades. I thought about selling so many blades. I want to make a fortune. Get rich 【No.
Thank you again for the express delivery that is about to stop, and save me who is about to become rich. [This is not the point.
Thinking of the mood and emotions of everyone looking forward to a good ending, I responded to the comments one by one, emphasizing that this small world is HE (I don't know if anyone watched it), and I have another kind of guilt that broke some people's expectations.
I wanted to finish writing this small world today, but the speed is too slow to float between 600-800 per hour. It took a day to write 6500 words. I will definitely finish it tomorrow and open the door to a new world.
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