: No matter how much people love to laugh, they actually cry

The night breeze hits the forest sea, setting off the tranquility of the night and the hanging of the moon.
On the roof of the night game, the joyous atmosphere of the party lasted until very late. For the participants who just survived the storm last night, this is probably a rare time.
Seeing the end of the party, everyone dispersed, only Emma was directing the cleaning robot to clean up on the ground next to the outdoor swimming pool on the roof, staying until the last Ye Sheng looked around and found that no figure was found.
"Xiao Ling, have you seen Ye Crow where she went?"
Hearing that Ye Sheng was concerned about the whereabouts of Ye Crow again, Hua Ling curled his lips, but said honestly:
"I just saw her go out with Resuscitation, maybe she has already left by the way."
"I obviously told her that she had arranged her room in the night club."
Ye Sheng sighed helplessly when he heard this, and Hua Ling shrugged.
"After all, she is a mysterious and lonely wanderer's song. Does it mean that our small temple like Night Game really can accommodate such a great god?"
"Night Crow is not the kind you said..."
"Sister Sheng, you don't love me anymore."
Ye Sheng just wanted to deny it when she saw Hua Ling suddenly say these words expressionlessly, making her choke and coughing up.
"Ah!... What are you talking about all of a sudden!"
"The words you just explained for the night crow are the standard fancy lines of the male protagonist in the TV series."
"Hey, what's all this..."
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At this moment, the floor of the night game participant’s residence, considering the comfort and private space of each participant, the night game is designed so that everyone’s room is on a different floor in one side area.
On several floors of Fangran’s room, in an elegant room like a bamboo pavilion, antique screens, bamboo mats without modern elements, hanging wind chimes, and a Chinese medicine counter on one side of the room are quite a wall. The name of the medicinal materials is written in the beautiful brush writing on a drawer, and the medicinal pestle and other tools are neatly packed.
A second before the resuscitation closed the door, he glanced at the corridor one last time and confirmed that no one was paying attention before slowly closing the door.
Taking off the light white high heels, wearing transparent silk stockings and stepping on the long-lost bamboo mat, without turning on the lights, just watch the night sitting next to the bamboo door on the balcony where you can see the sea of ​​trees in the distance. Crow sighed and said:
"Well, no one else will come here, nor will they be seen by Emma's surveillance."
"I haven't mentioned this matter to anyone, so don't worry."
Ye Crow looked at the figure in front of him, and the dim and dim woman wore the soft, light-colored shirt as always, and the lower leg of the skirt embroidered with white texture was slender.
He was silent for a while, then finally opened his mouth with a wry smile:
"Sister Recovery.... How are you..."
"Want to ask how I can tell?"
Recovery also sat in front of him, staring at the silver-haired figure in front of her that made her wonder how to describe it.
The Night Crow was silent, did not speak, apparently acquiesced.
He didn’t understand, nor did he think about it, why the recovery suddenly saw through his disguise, it’s totally illogical.
Anyone who sees two people who are completely different in terms of identity, status, and gender, and appearing at the same time, can never think that they are actually the same person.
Moreover, activating Ling's core, he didn't know how much mana was spent on his disguise at the moment, and he had achieved such a level, he really didn't understand how the recovery saw him through.
To be honest, even if his mind was shaken at the moment he bumped into the arms of Recovery, he never expected that Recovery would suddenly say that sentence.
"Do you remember the first time I met you?"
Resuscitation looked at him, suddenly smiled softly, and Night Crow's eyes widened slightly, but he was not surprised. He just wanted to refute something.
But the recovery continued to speak softly, looking at the moonlight outside the window with a smile:
"At that time, the Alchemist and I received a confused mission from Madam Water. At the concert venue, we met the girl who was shot to death in her arms and you were angry and violent like a lion..."
Obviously, it was only over a month ago, but when I talked about the recovery, I felt a little nostalgic, as if a long time had passed.
"but..."
Ye Crow gritted his teeth slightly, and was shaken by the resuscitation's eyes. He was not surprised that Resuscitation thought of this matter.
"Well, yes, I know, I know, you didn't seem to be wearing this night gown at the time, and to be honest, even if I saw that silver sword in the hands of Night Crow again, I never remembered that night with you I didn't remember the look at all with a glimpse in his hand, and the same one that was thrown aside when the girl was saved."
Recovery sighed slightly and said with a smile. To tell the truth, she was startled by Fang Ran's rage like a beast that had been driven to a dead end that night, and didn't pay much attention to the broken silver dragon tooth thrown aside by Fang Ran.
At most, I remembered the dark eyes, but with so many complex abilities in the night battle world, I don't know how many eyes could be darkened.
"Why is that...?"
Hearing the words of recovery, Ye Crow sank suddenly, bit his lips tightly for some reason, and asked with his eyes lowered.
Seeing that his face was quiet but with a complicated look, the recovery was inexplicably distressed, she sighed lightly, and then looked at him with a smile:
"When my danger is about to be controlled by the people against the current, you came to save me, right?"
A slightly unexpected answer, if he didn't understand the reason, Ye Crow was slightly stunned, and when he saw his appearance that he still didn't understand, he recovered and sighed helplessly, then chuckled and explained.
"I mean, your expression was almost exactly the same as that night,"
Speaking of this, her voice softened, gently watching the gentle opening of the person in front of her:
"I'm afraid of someone dying."
Hearing this, Night Crow finally understood a little bit of the reason that the recovery guessed.
His expression froze for a second, then fell silent for a while, and finally opened his mouth with a wry smile:
"So...this is the reason...?"
"Well, that's right. After all, Xiao Ning said that she had been in a coma long ago. The only person who had been in close contact with you was me. Maybe I haven't seen you in Los Angeles that night, like Ye Sheng and Hua Ling. Everyone in the bureau will think,"
"Even with the same look, it is a powerful and cold night crow, not the one we are familiar with is always a little fearful."
Thinking of the suicide failure, the moment when he was restrained by invisibility and deceit, the despair was broken, and the moment he was finally unable to be held and rushed into the Qingtian Huahai Waterfall, his recovery was a little bit tranced.
"So... is it actually intuitive..."
Knowing the reason why he was seen through the recovery, Ye Crow rubbed his wry smile as if finally relieved, and said softly.
"Women’s instincts are sometimes very accurate, although I am prepared to explain to the ninth place in the song of the rogue, the supernova night crow, in case I guess wrong."
"After all, you are too careless to believe that the participants will be unstable."
Resuscitating sighed while holding his cheeks and said, listening to these words, Ye Crow was silent for a while, and then smiled bitterly.
"Does he know that Big Brother Fangshu?"
Facing this problem, Recovery shook his head gently and said, eyes drooping as he watched his slender fingers intertwined on the small case.
"I don't know. To some extent, the Alchemist is very similar to you. Even if he guesses it, he won't say it, so you just treat it as if he doesn't know."
"This kind of reason...and that kind of method...Sister Recovery...You are too shameless..."
He didn't know what kind of expression he made, and suddenly couldn't find the mask he usually wore. Being seen through seemed to evoke the sadness he had buried in his heart last night, Ye Ya said with a ugly smile.
"Although you don’t know why you fainted because of insufficient blood supply to your heart when you saw Ye Sheng on the Ye Se Pearl, you are still not good at dealing with women even for some disguised reasons, so I think this should make your mind shake. The method with the greatest success rate."
Seeing the strong expression on his face, he recovered silently and replied softly.
Is the blood supply insufficient... Yes, it is said that the fainting time was taken care of by sister recovery...
Has it been discovered...
"Well, I have answered your question, now it's up to you to answer mine."
Resuscitation gently pulled a strand of dangling hair behind her ears, and looked at the night crow on the opposite side of the small case, the night crow was shocked by these words.
Then he looked at the recovery and asked his own eyes:
"What are you, who are you?"
Does Fang Ran play the role of Cheng Fangran or Cheng Fangran?
The antique and elegant room without lights, the hazy light under the lavender night, although different from the natural beauty of the special ward at the top of the Sacred Heart Building, he can still see the quiet and soft face of the recovery at this moment.
Such questions are revealed above.
Are you acting as Fang Ran as the Night Crow, or as the Night Raven as Cheng Fang Ran?
There was a moment of silence and did not speak to answer. He gave the answer with action, took out a card with a dark red and gold magic circle on the back, looked at the ‘magic’ on it, and muttered a cancellation in his heart.
The long silver hair is tied up, and the appearance is exquisite and beautiful. The night crow wearing the A-class numbered first ten night gear disappears and is replaced by...
An ordinary young man who looks a bit low and lost.
The beautiful eyes widened slightly, even in the premonition, they were still slightly surprised.
Resuscitation looked at the figure in front of her, and finally became the young man she knew.
"Sure enough, Fang Ran's little brother..."
She whispered to herself softly, gently watching the person in front of her and asked with a chuckle:
"Then, by the way, why did things like the frozen building and the waterfall flower sea happen when I rescued me?"
Ye...no, Fang Ran slowly closed his eyes, and seemed to be thinking back to the night with a wry smile:
"At that time, I could think of the fastest way to suppress the riot and put out the fire. As for the petal waterfall, I was afraid of being filmed on live video..."
Before he finished speaking, the hand knife suddenly knocked gently on his head.
He opened his eyes and looked at the female figure who did not know when he had come in front of him. Fang Ran was a little surprised for a second, then smiled bitterly:
"it hurts."
"Nonsense, I clearly didn't try hard."
The recovery, who tapped his right hand on Fang Ran's head, said softly, and then gently touched his head. When Fang Ran's eyes were wide open, he gently hugged him into his arms. With distress in it.
In the room where moonlight entered, the youth was gently embraced, and the softness and fragrance of women struck again, and the voice of recovery sighed slightly in his ears:
"Failed answer, Fang Ran, did anyone ever say that you are an idiot?"
"There have been many..."
Suddenly he was gently embraced, feeling the soft and pleasant breath surrounding him, his body was slightly stiff and he dared not move, but he was not shaken or tense, Fang Ran said in a low voice.
"For holding a woman rescued from a desperate situation, and then rushing into the incredible waterfall made of petals in the focal point of the night, it is like a romantic scene only in fairy tales. Your answer should be more ingenious. Some women like it."
It's really.... Although it is called Fang Ran's little brother, it's really like an extra stupid brother.
"Also, for being rescued, whether it is me or everyone in the bureau, thank you from the bottom of my heart."
Resuscitation gently embraced Fang Ran in his arms, lowered his eyes and spoke softly with light like water.
"But, secretly hiding yourself, waking up from the night game pretending to do nothing, and pushing everything to another self who doesn't exist at all..."
Gently holding the young man in her arms, her eyes filled with heartfelt distress. The Night Game was like a home to every participant, just as Fang Ran was afraid of someone dying, everyone Will have feelings for it.
So the recovery hugged Fang Ran, and his eyes whispered with concern and sigh:
"It hurts too much."
Fang Ran's pupils widened slightly, then forcibly closed his eyes and bit his lips.
"The non-stop running around did not stop, maybe you paid a price that only you know, you have done a great job, you have already worked very hard..."
Resuscitation's drooping eyes were filled with self-blame and distress. As she spoke, she held Fang Ran in her arms more and more, gently touching his hair, her voice was sad and distressed, and she said that she was obviously a junior. The young man desperately saved him, feeling the only thing the senior who blamed himself could say.
"So you don't have to force yourself anymore, you don't need to force yourself a smile that makes you okay and distressing. If there is anything sad to say, I will always listen..."
This is the last thing my predecessors who can only be saved by you can do.
After hearing these words, Fang Ran, who was embraced by the resuscitation, finally couldn't help but widen his eyes completely, feeling that the pretending that he was supporting himself was completely crushed, and then bit his lip.
The tears he squeezed down last night seemed to be flooding again because of recovery, tolerance and gentle words.
It was the first time in his life that someone saw through his strong disguise so directly, held him in his arms, and gave him tolerance and gentleness.
Last night, he used the mood that he had calmed down after walking around Dongjiang for half a night, and he was suddenly shattered by the words of recovery. Starting from the Los Angeles concert, he occasionally woke up from nightmares, and the child in his heart was holding back. He choked up in crying.
So... just this time... it should be... it's okay...
The stiffness of the whole body seems to be thawed, thinking of everything I did last night, thinking of the nightmare that may last a long time,
"I killed someone..."
Fang Ran trembled his hands, hesitantly and hesitantly trembling, slowly grasping the recovered sleeves, buried his red eye sockets, slowly closed his eyes in pain, and said with a trembling voice:
"Sister Recovery... I killed another person..."
Fang Ran's voice was low and hoarse, and the slightly suppressed cry and struggling words made Recovery able to feel the trembling of his body, and he...deeply afraid.
"Ok, I know."
Resuscitation spoke softly. Perhaps every participant had this mentality, but almost all of them disappeared in the awakening scene.
Speaking of it, Fang Ran's little brother is a beginner who has not experienced the awakening scene.
"It wasn't the time with the big brother in the group...not in the scene... the person who hit the big brother in the group hard... the person who invaded the night game... the person from the last concert in Los Angeles... .."
"Last night... with my own hands... I killed three more people with gluttony..."
It seemed that he was afraid of the fact that he had killed someone. It seemed that his actions were contrary to the goodness that he had hoped in his heart. Fang Ran's voice became more and more shaken and louder.
"Ok, I know."
The recovery still spoke in a low voice, gently holding the frightened youth.
"and...."
His words were hoarse, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he slashed out that frosty sky and white night. Only he saw the memory of Arakawa. Through Mullin, the emotion he felt on the spot, he finally found a target to pour out. .
The tears from last night finally gush out again, wet the neckline of recovery.
"I obviously saw the Shui Linlang in his memory...and the big brother Fangshu...and the magician...I clearly knew that he wanted to see that person...whatever, spend half of it. That feeling of the century!"
The hand holding the resuscitation sleeve clenched subconsciously. The memory of "love" he got from Arakawa last night when he liberated the night machine, conflicted with the fact that he had to decide to kill Arakawa.
"but...."
He opened his mouth and realized that it was extremely difficult to say the next words, Fang Ran could only choke weakly in the end.
"I still killed him... did not agree to the night watchman's request to imprison him...because I wanted to return to my daily selfishness...because of my anger at the time...because I relied on that power impulse .... Put him... put that person... with your own hands..."
"Um~EbookFREE.me~ I know."
No longer a mysterious night crow that no one can see through, no longer the owner of the first ten night gear of the A-class number, the ninth new supernova of Song of the Wanderer, at this moment, the recovery is holding Fang Ran, feeling in his arms The trembling of the youth and the wetness of his chest, sighed slightly thinking of...
This is just an ordinary and fragile young man who has just awakened for only two months...
No longer able to speak, no more words to speak, the young man at this moment confided all his sadness, and finally let the tears flow unscrupulously.
"Enough, enough, you have done enough, I know, you are all for everyone in the bureau..."
Resuscitating Fang Ran, who is crying in his arms, is no longer the usual way of laughing and groaning himself. At this moment, he who reveals his true appearance is very fragile and distressed.
Hearing all the sadness of the young man, Recovery slowly closed his eyes, and hugged him tightly like a sister, and said what she had always wanted to say.
"Thanks for your hard work, Fang Ran."
In the forest at night, the moonlight gently spilled into the unlit room in the night bureau building, slightly illuminating the gentle women distressedly hugging the crying figure of the young man, the quiet medicine cabinet and the neat medicine transmission Come with the fragrance of herbs, a small case on the bamboo mat, and then softly hide this scene in the dark night.
And a figure outside the door that had been listening, finally silently cut off the cigarette, put away the ancient cross, put away the boring thought of fighting tonight to vent emotions, but was actually prevented by the magician, and let out a sound No one heard a sigh, then looked up at the night outside the window at the end of the corridor, and the figure disappeared.
The bright moon is still hanging high, just like decades ago, the shrine among the bamboo forest...