"F * ck off, meat toilet." Su Bai glanced at Fatso. He knew that Fatso loved to be frivolous, but the possibility Fatso mentioned was indeed very realistic.
If he were to return to the world of Mr. Zombie, it was very likely that he would appear in the same state as when he was in the dungeon.
Back then, he was still too weak, so he naturally couldn't be compared to his current self. But now, was he strong enough to break out of that dungeon?
Those Qi Practitioners weren't easy to deal with. Moreover, the reason why he chose to enter the world of Mr. Zombie was to find a way to help Xun Er.
Of course, there was no conflict between finding benefits and helping Xun Er. It was just that Su Bai only had three hours. It was very likely that Su Bai wouldn't be able to do anything. He might not even be able to find Xun Er's whereabouts.
But when it came to matters like this, one had to do one's best and leave the rest to fate. If he did it, he would have a clear conscience. Su Bai felt that he was quite selfish, but that was the most he could do.
His back relaxed, and his whole body was resting on the sofa. Su Bai held the teacup in his hand, feeling the warmth coming from the side of the teacup.
"Da Bai, think about it again. We're going to rest first," Monk said.
Su Bai nodded.
Monk and Gyatso returned to their rooms one after another, while Fatso continued watching TV. About half an hour later, Su Bai also felt that it was time for him to rest. When he got up, Fatso suddenly said,
"Da Bai, you can't force things."
Su Bai was stunned. He looked at Fatso and said with concern, "Are you still trying to understand karma?"
"I don't dare to play. I really don't dare to play anymore." Fatso shook his head. However, no one knew if Fatso was telling the truth or not. He looked at Su Bai with a serious expression, which was rarely seen on his face. "Actually, there are many other choices, but you must have your own reasons for insisting on going to the world of Mr. Zombie. However, when you return to the world of Mr. Zombie, there is still the balance of broadcasting. If you are in a hurry to do something, the broadcasting will make changes to offset the impact of your actions. This is the balance of broadcasting, because without balance, there would be no story that broadcasting seeks."
"I know, but sometimes, even if you know it might be useless, there's still a big difference between doing it and not doing it, isn't there?" Su Bai asked.
Fatso nodded. "I only ask for peace of mind."
"I only seek peace of mind." Su Bai repeated, then shouted to Fatso, "I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. You should rest early too."
When Su Bai's figure walked out of the living room,
Fatso put a handful of peanuts into his mouth. After moving his lips, he spat out all the shells, chewed the flesh, and swallowed it.
He sighed.
…
That night, Su Bai didn't sleep very well. Even though he thought that he had a strong mental endurance, he still couldn't get the scene he saw in the painting out of his mind.
He was walking on a path in the cemetery. Chu Zhao was standing in front of Xun Er's tombstone. He looked very sad. Xun Er's picture on the tombstone was still as beautiful as ever.
Even if Su Bai instilled in his heart the phrase 'do your best and leave it to fate' over and over again, he forced himself to treat Xun Er as an ordinary friend. He would help her if he could, but it was not his responsibility if he could not.
However, this kind of irritation kept attacking Su Bai's heart.
The sky was still dark. At around three o 'clock in the morning, Su Bai woke up. Looking at his son who was sleeping next to him, Su Bai lowered his head and gently kissed his son's pink and fragrant face.
If there was anyone else who could make him disregard everything, then it was this little guy.
Getting up, Su Bai left the bedroom and went into the kitchen. He took out a bottle of cold beer from the fridge, opened the cap with his thumb, and drank half of it into the mouth of the bottle.
Su Bai didn't like drinking, and he rarely even drank beverages. However, at this time, he still felt that he could indulge a little.
He sat down on the sofa in the living room. There were still peanuts left by Fatso on the coffee table. Su Bai reached out and gently rubbed his face, then took a deep breath.
At this time in Shanghai, it was still quite cold at night. In addition, Old Fang's house was located in the Yin Meridian area, so the coldness was even stronger.
Putting the beer bottle on the coffee table, Su Bai grabbed a handful of peanuts, slowly peeled them, and slowly ate them.
To be honest, Su Bai knew deep down in his heart that the reason why he was so irritable was probably not because of Xun Er's life or death. Since becoming a listener, Su Bai felt that his nostalgia for the secular world had become weaker and weaker. For example, when he was eating at his aunt's house, Su Bai felt the warmth of family, which was rare. However, it would be a lie to say that he was nostalgic.
Once you got used to it, you would be too lazy to change and change it.
As for Xun Er, since she had become a listener, then her life or death was a very normal matter.
Even Monk Gyatso and Fatso could not guarantee that they would be able to come back alive in the next story world. Su Bai was not a broadcaster, nor was he a lychee. How could he have the qualifications and ability to guarantee Xun Er's life or death?
What was really irritable about Su Bai was the foresight of the painting.
In the unseen world, there was a big hand fiddling with everything, fixing the trajectory of everything.
My fate is in my hands, not in the hands of the heavens. It sounded very romantic, but it was often very childish.
Su Bai knew that to a certain extent, he was now challenging fate. He was carrying out a kind of resistance against fate. There was no need to say much about the pressure and irritation he felt. In fact, Su Bai himself was already in a negative state.
A bottle of beer was slowly finished. This bit of alcohol naturally would not have any effect on Su Bai's consciousness, but it was also a kind of suffering. When one wanted to be drunk and drowsy for a while, it became an unattainable luxury, it was indeed a little painful.
There would always be times when people needed to escape. Sometimes, like an ostrich, burying its head in the sand was also a kind of happiness.
He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Outside, there were stars, but it made the atmosphere even more lonely.
The air was also filled with a kind of murderous aura.
Although the Spring Festival had passed, the revival of all things was far from coming. Perhaps, in this cold metropolis built of steel, cement, and soil, spring, summer, autumn, and winter had already been reduced to a kind of supporting role.
When people here no longer needed to watch the weather and farm, they naturally became the spice of life. The only thing left was what to eat during the Winter Solstice and what to eat during the Summer Solstice. Without someone reminding him, he would not be able to remember it at all.
Su Bai held his phone in his hand and kept turning it around. Call Xun Er? Or not call?
Perhaps, entering that story world was the reason why Xun Er died. However, if he did not enter that story world because of this, Xun Er would also die because of this.
When no matter what choice you made, the outcome seemed to have already been decided, you would feel like an idiot. Even if you splashed a basin of ink on a piece of white paper, that piece of white paper would still be as white as a new one.
Su Bai did not expect that with his temper and personality, he would actually have the loneliness of fishing alone in the cold river snow. This was completely not his style, and it should not belong to him.
"Damn it, I'm starting to miss the atmosphere of multi-level marketing."
Su Bai smiled. Perhaps, only that kind of atmosphere could give him the motivation to move forward. Even if it was actually an idiot's self-congratulation, it could at least make him believe in life and himself again.
"Meow!"
Ji Xiang's cry came from behind Su Bai.
Su Bai turned around and looked at Ji Xiang.
Ji Xiang was also looking at Su Bai. Ji Xiang's tail was wrapped in a painting and it slowly placed it on the ground.
Su Bai shook his head. "I don't want to see this painting again."
Ji Xiang did not open the painting. It only continued to look at Su Bai calmly.
The man and the cat looked at each other in the darkness before dawn.
This kind of staring lasted for about a quarter of an hour.
Su Bai remembered that when he first saw Ji Xiang, he saw the terrifying scene on the road to the Yellow Springs in Ji Xiang's eyes. But now, this cat's eyes seemed very bright and clear.
Squatting down, Su Bai looked at Ji Xiang and said with waning interest, "She's back."
Ji Xiang was a little puzzled and turned its head slightly.
"It's not Lychee," Su Bai said.
Ji Xiang still had the same expression as before. This cat sometimes really knew how to pretend. It pretended to be innocent, unromantic, and cold. If not for the fact that he knew that the feasibility was not high, Su Bai really wanted to work with the monk Fatso and the others to subdue this black cat and search its soul. Perhaps, many secrets could be unraveled.
When he was in the petri dish, this cat was in front of him, flipping through the picture scroll and "weaving" a childhood for him. Then, this cat became Lychee's iconic pet. Now, when many people saw Ji Xiang, they would often think of Lychee.
Then, this cat entered his life again and helped him take care of his son.
This cat had crossed the footprints of several generations.
It was really a cat with a story.
Su Bai squatted down, looked at Ji Xiang, and sighed.
"Hehe, my mother is back."
Ji Xiang was stunned for a moment.
Then, it used its claws to push the painting away and pushed it under the sofa. Then, it walked in front of Su Bai, stuck out its tongue, and licked Su Bai's palm.
In a trance.
Su Bai suddenly had a feeling that this cat was taking care of him like a little guy.
This feeling was very tranquil and also very harmonious.
Unknowingly,
Dawn appeared.
Su Bai took a deep breath.
"It's dawn."
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