Chapter 890: I'll be with you (7)

Feng Ye vaguely remembered.
When I arrived in this world, the once ignorant, arrogant and lively little girl had completely become gloomy, silent, and frightened.
At the beginning, he was Rong Lang, and Rong Lang was also him.
The two people are really the most familiar strangers. They are so familiar with each other, but they have never... really contacted them.
Until the little girl died.
nothing!
It is precisely because of this that Rong Lang's obsession becomes a demon. With strong paranoia and obsession, he freezes the time of this world, and then looks back again and again.
He has, I don't know how many times he has met and missed the little girl, in just a few years.
He was just a strand of the Godhead that Fengye had separated. Logically speaking, after this world was over, he should return to the Fengye Godhead to ensure the integrity of the Godhead.
But his obsession is too deep and his demon nature is too heavy.
Even the way of heaven is hard to do.
Feng Ye couldn't take him back at all at that time, so he could only let this ray of Godhead be scattered in this little thousand world.
Although Rong Lang came from Fengye.
But it was so different from Fengye.
Therefore, when Feng Ye first came to this world, he had not yet awakened, and his soul was not strong enough, and he was almost directly merged and swallowed by Rong Lang.
It was in the process of forcibly integrating and annexing Rong Lang that he constantly contended with him and was finally forced to awaken.
There are still better pieces of Godhead like Rong Lang who obsessively become a demon.
At the beginning, it was precisely because of these fragments of the godhead that his obsession was too deep to take back, causing cracks in his godhead.
Later, he traded with Heaven and forcibly sent the little girl's remnant thoughts into reincarnation. The godhead that had already cracked was completely broken.
It is clear that Rong Lang is him, he is Rong Lang.
But after so many years of separation, Feng Ye and Rong Lang are extremely strange, and they are completely strangers.
Feng Ye was even a little sour: "Oh, your figure is pretty good."
Hooked up his little girl, staring intently.
Really angry.
Rong Lang just asked him indifferently, "Isn't this yours?"
He played the godhead that belonged to Feng Ye from the beginning, and his figure seemed as if Feng Ye himself had never used it.
"I'm really worried. If you do not know how to adapt to the fragments of the Godhead, if they really merge with me and return to the body, will they reduce my degree of popularity?" Although, Rong Lang is his Fengye once, but who Hasn't a fool's past?
He looked at himself and felt disgusted, wouldn't it work?
Another stern glance, but also rigid and unsure of flexibility.
No wonder, knowing that the Godhead was completely broken, he could not catch up with his little girl.
"Is that why you are so nasty now?"
I have to say that it is the same origin.
It was the same person after all.
Even if Rong Lang had been separated from the deity for so long, he couldn't keep up with Feng Ye's pace of becoming angry, but...
It's very easy to hurt each other.
"How do you know..." Feng Ye blurted out, then stopped abruptly.
"How do I know that you have become so sassy now?" Rong Lang put on his sweatshirt and overalls and left the bathroom. "We are from the same origin. Once you come, you will know what happened to me over the years . I can’t know what happened to you over the years?"
The same godhead, as long as they meet, there are inextricably linked between the two.
This is the bathing cubicle on the construction site.
And it was a construction site in the 1980s.
The place where workers sleep is to find a corner on the construction site, put their blankets there, and roll them up to sleep.
Rong Lang looked back time and time again in this small world. Countless times of suffering and suffering have already made him withdrawn and indifferent.
So he chose the most remote corner of his sleeping place.
before sleep.
He suddenly asked Feng Ye, "Can her fate really change this time?"
He felt very unreal.
Three thousand seven hundred and fifty-seven times.
He met the little girl 3,757 times, separated a whole world, trying to make her happy, and took her out of the abyss 3,757 times.
then.
I watched that she died three thousand seven hundred and fifty-seven times.
"Yes." Maybe it was from the same source, maybe because this was the self he used to be, Feng Ye suddenly became very heavy for some reason.
After taking a deep breath, he suppressed the strange feeling.
"You don't know, she is actually a lawless temper. If she hadn't been suppressed too much a long time ago, she wouldn't be wronged."
Rong Lang lay on his side.
Tears glided across the corners of his eyes: "Oh, that's good."

The night is quiet.
The old man enters a dream.
The little girl whose eyes were completely drooped by Qi Liuhai, her head lowered, she couldn't see what she was looking at.
Sitting on the metal chair at the entrance of the hospital's ICU, the whole person looked slow and sluggish.
"Late, listen to me, your brother will be fine, you know? You go back and have a good rest, and when you wake up, you will be fine."
"Do not……"
"You have been guarding for two days. If you continue like this, you can't bear it. If your brother really cares about you, he doesn't want you to guard like this." The man was anxious and wanted to reach out and touch the little girl's cheek to give her a little comfort. .
But even if you just think like this, it's a total extravagant hope.
"I can."
The little girl is very persistent.
It seems that as long as he persists in this way, he can keep his brother's life.
And it seems that what she kept was not only her brother's life, but also her only pillar.
The men coaxed, but there was no way to coax the little girl away.
So I can only retreat to the next best thing, "Otherwise, be late, you can sleep on the wall for a while. Just sleep for a while, I promise you, in this short time, your brother will definitely Nothing will happen."
"Even if you don't believe the doctor in the hospital, don't you still believe what I said?"
But if someone is unlucky, drinking cold water can choke their teeth.
It just happened to be such a short time...
When the little girl opened her eyes, it was the scene where the patient left the intensive care unit and went to the emergency room for rescue.
Everyone was surrounded by the surgical vehicle that transported patients, and it was so tightly blocked that they didn't even give her a chance to take a look, and they went straight into the elevator.
When she ran down the stairs, the door of the operating room slowly closed...
The picture turns abruptly.
It was a little girl lying in a pool of blood with blood all over her body.
Lying in the middle of the road, there were cars coming and going around her, but no cars stopped for her.
Like a doll that was only broken by the waist, blood was vomited out of his mouth, smearing his entire face.
"Rong Lang..." She stretched out her hand very hard, raising it a little bit, as if to touch something.
But obviously, there was nothing in front of her.
The man is crazy, trying to put his face in her hand.
But if you can't touch it, you can't touch it.
"Call the police, please call the police!"
"Someone has an accident, haven't you seen it? Help her! Has anyone stopped and rescued her?!" The man almost used all his strength and kept roaring, as if he could call one or two people to help. He rescued his little girl.
However, all is just in vain.
After screaming to the end, she could only call the little girl's name over and over again.
Pray that this way will save people for an extra second.
One more second is one second, what if someone saves his little girl in one moment?
"Chi Chi! Chi Chi!"
"Rong Lang...I'm afraid..."
"I'm here, Rong Lang is here, don't be afraid." The man's voice kept shaking.
"I'm dead, don't you remember me?"
The little fool was afraid of death from the beginning to the end, she was too lonely, so lonely that she was afraid that she would not be remembered.
Because there are neither friends nor relatives.
The only important relative, died.
The only friends, between them, are too far apart.
"No, no. I will remember you! I will work hard, make money, and find a way to find you. Will you wait for me? Wait for me to find you..."
"wait for me……"
"Wait……"
The man spoke incoherently, then his voice fell low as he saw it.
In the end, it turned into a whimper of helplessness.