The European Emperor’s character remains standing

Chapter 60 Happiness is based on the pain of others

Lin Shilu returned to the room with lunch for two people and placed one of the lunches on the desk. She quickly finished her portion, arranged it and put it aside, turned around and leaned on the back of the chair, looking at Zhu Qingyou lying on the bed.

She just watched quietly and said nothing.

The system on his wrist sent a message, and Lin Shilu broke away from this state and was no longer immersed in it.

An Zhe'er, who had just returned home not long ago, thought of Lin Shilu's appearance as usual and absent-minded from time to time. He took out the terminal system and used the virtual keyboard to edit: [Zhe-eared cat: Deer cub, a reader asked me to update, you Still updated? It's been a long time since you updated. Now we don’t know the fragment’s wish, we can only rely on guessing. Cheer up, Sister Ling doesn’t want to see you like this, right? 】

Just as Lin Shilu finished reading, another message came from the other side.

[Fold-eared cat: It would be much better to vent your unhappiness. I guess she won't wake up for a while, so you might as well take advantage of this time to update and change your focus. Didn't Mr. Su often say that happiness is based on the pain of others? You can write more sadistic articles, and it might be much better if someone shares the pain. 】

After An Zheer finished typing, he felt that he had some bad idea, but it was not a problem for Lin Shilu. In her situation, it would be great to have something to distract her attention.

[Seven Colored Deer: Well, you are right. 】

After reading this short sentence, An Zhe'er had a bad feeling in his heart, but he couldn't figure out why.

[Folded-eared cat: I won’t say much more. I haven’t finished writing my 5437 book yet, and it will be finished soon. 】

Lin Shilu glanced at Zhu Qingyou lying on the bed, moved his eyes to the chat records spread out in the air, and made a decision.

She took out a pen, tore open a note, put it near the plate, and marked lunch.

Later, Lin Shilu opened the terminal system on his wrist, opened the hidden virtual keyboard, and typed on it.

[Seven Colored Deer: Are you interested in linking up? 】

An Zhe'er, who was about to log off, saw it and quickly sent a message.

[Fold-eared cat: Which one? 】

[Seven Colored Deer: 5437 Extra, linked to my sisters here: 5437 Observation Diary. 】

An Zhe'er has wanted to link up with each other for a long time, but Lin Shilu is a dove spirit, and she has countless reasons to shirk every time she urges an update.

In the first half of the year, the two of them finally started a sister novel, but hers was almost finished, while Lin Shilu's was just less than halfway through.

[Fold-eared cat: OK! I'll finish coding the main text, try to finish it, and then discuss the details of the extra linkage. 】

After receiving the reply, Lin Shilu boarded the terminal, checked the last updated plot, and began to think about the follow-up to 5437 Observation Diary.

The last update was three months ago, and she quickly recalled the story line due to the outline and the plot of the previous chapter. So far, the story is halfway through. 5437 has completed the initial treatment and is trying to accept the attending physician 947.

She thought of An Zhe'er's saying that happiness is based on the pain of others, and decided to add a slightly sad story before the next plot, just like the separation between her and A Ling.

Because of the emotional outburst just now, Lin Shilu felt that he had an explosion of inspiration that could easily lead to the follow-up to this article.

At this time, she had not realized that the abuse she thought was completely different from the abuse of others, not to mention that the book she was going to continue writing was only sweet from the beginning, not abuse.

When readers are accustomed to sweetness, they suddenly eat a knife and glass shards without warning, and are caught off guard. It can be said to be dancing on the tip of the knife, adding salt to the wound, and breaking the heart.

Unfortunately, her readers are still looking forward to the upcoming update, and have no idea that the subsequent plot will be like finding sugar in the glass slag mixed with sugar and salt, which is even more difficult.

When the two began to conceive, Hu Feng found the plan among the piles of drawings. Looking at the messy desktop and the randomly discarded drafts, he sighed and tidied up the room resignedly.

While tidying up, he rejoiced in his heart: "Fortunately, only the desk is messy and the others are relatively neat, otherwise the obsessive-compulsive disorder would be unbearable. Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, and it's not too late to find her after tidying up the desk."

So, when Hu Feng finished cleaning up his desk and sorted all kinds of soft and hard brushes and manuscripts, he found that no one was there as soon as he left the room. After asking around, he found that An Zhe'er had returned to his home.

In desperation, he could only go to An Zhe'er to discuss with the plan.

An Zhe'er heard the knock on the door and said, "Come in!" without stopping typing.

Hu Huifeng walked in, found a place to sit down, and said, "I'm here to discuss the plan with you."

"You can sit down somewhere casually and I'll finish writing this paragraph."

Hu Huifeng could see that An Zhe'er was in a state of burst of inspiration at the moment, and he would be like this sometimes, so he didn't interrupt and just sat quietly and watched her typing.

——5437 looked at himself in the mirror, gradually lost his mind, and murmured: "546, do you think I still have a chance to hug you? What I dreamed of most was to hug you, and it is the same now."

In the bathroom, she was the only one standing in front of the mirror and talking to herself.

"The difference between now and before is probably that before, I thought we might still be able to embrace each other, but now, reality tells me that there is absolutely no way we can touch each other."

5437 murmured in a low voice, and her tone gradually became tinged with tears. What was reflected in her eyes was only herself in the mirror, not the 546 in her mouth.

In a daze, she heard a sound of comfort, that was 546's voice.

"Don't cry. It doesn't matter even if we can't hug each other. I don't care. The meaning of my birth is to protect you. Even if I can't touch you, I can still protect you. That's enough." In the mirror, I saw 5437's face in a daze.

They live in the same body, and the owner of the body is 5437. 546 was later born to protect 5437.

546 knew the meaning of her birth from the beginning, and she also fulfilled her duties. Later, 5437 got used to the existence of 546, but every time 546 came out, she would return to her consciousness and could not really meet 546.

Similarly, when 5437 is outside, 546 cannot come out.

They live in the same house with the same body, can communicate with each other, and have the same face, but they can never physically touch each other.

Sometimes 5437 also wants to touch 546. I am afraid that the simplest hug or holding hands will do. She wanted to give the sister who had always protected her a hug in her own way. She knew that sometimes 546 was tired of protecting her, so she wanted to give strength to the other person in this way.

She may have had illusions when she was young, but more than ten years later, she began to learn to accept it. However, 5437 has been falling asleep recently.

It was only now that 5437 discovered that 546 knew that he would disappear from the beginning, and it was destined. She was unwilling to give in, and she didn't dare to think about it. Now that she heard 546's voice as usual, 5437 finally couldn't control it.

She yelled at the mirror with a hoarse voice: "But I don't care, I want to give you a hug in my own way, just like you used to protect me. I don't know what I can do, but I am destined to be with you. I’m not willing to disappear, and I can’t do anything to undo it. It’s like it’s destined, and even if I try my best, I still can’t change this fact!”

Her emotions suddenly got the best of her, and as she spoke, she punched the mirror with her fists, and she couldn't even feel the broken lenses piercing her palms.

After saying that, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength and could not support herself to stand. She could only curl up in front of the sink and lean against the cold wall and sob softly.

In desperation, 546 forced himself out, cleaned up the mess around him, took out a medicine box from the room, and carefully bandaged the wound on his hand.

But because she was forced out, her little energy was reduced again, and 546 had less and less time to wake up.

546 sensed his physical condition, walked out of the bedroom, cleaned the house, and prepared various meals and put them in the refrigerator. She took out a pen from the table next to her and left a small note, which was their way of communication, and then she returned to consciousness.

When 5437 came out again, he saw that the house was clean and there was a small note next to it.

After a period of buffering, her mood has stabilized. She looked at the note and remained silent...

"Okay, let's do this for now!" An Zhe'er stretched out and looked at the virtual screen and said, "This is simply the ultimate aesthetics. There are no misunderstandings, no nonsense, just reality and destiny. Tragedy. Although I don’t like be very much and am a loyal lover of sweet stories, it’s good to have knives once in a while. I don’t know what’s going on with the deer cubs.”

Then, she put down her coding work and turned to look at Hu Feng, who remained silent next to her.

The person she was talking about at this moment had her hands flying on the virtual keyboard, her eyes shining, and pieces of text and plots were born from her hands.

——5437 She thought of the gossip told by the patient in the next bed, and seeing the person in front of her being silent, she decided to give him a chance.

An opportunity to prove her innocence proved that the person in front of her did not want to treat her as a rare dissociative disorder patient, but sincerely wanted to reconcile the conflict between her and her sister 546, and did not deliberately intensify it.

She knew that 947 had been hiding something from her, and to be honest she didn't care, because she had an intuition that she also had something that she was hiding from 947, and she never said it from the beginning.

947 had worry hidden in his eyes and asked: "What's wrong?"

5437 shook his head and said: "Nothing, it's time for a checkup today."

Apart from that primitive filter, 5437 felt that the person in front of her seemed to have lost the sincerity he had when facing her at the beginning. He originally had a sincere heart, but now he may even have a dirty heart.

Now, 5437's thoughts coincide with those of sister 546 in his mind, and the two have completely united the front.

After Lin Shilu finished typing the plot and checked that there were no typos, she uploaded it.

"Thousands of days per day is still too forced. It's not easy for me to make a pigeon achieve ten thousand per day. I don't know how those ladies did it. I feel completely exhausted now. Two or three hours passed before I wrote this It’s really difficult to write 6000 words!”

She pinched the bridge of her nose, got up and walked around for a while.

"Because the burst of inspiration caused by the emotional outburst has completely disappeared, I will wait until An An sends a message and talk about the sister article linkage. Sure enough, I feel much better after finishing writing. An An is right, happiness must be built on others On top of the pain. It smells so good! It’s just like a pigeon.”

After being active for a long time, Lin Shilu felt a little sleepy. He checked that the time was still sufficient, and gave a special reminder to An Zhe'er and the others. There was no invisible problem, it could just be that the reply was a little late.

"Haha, I'd better take a nap first."

She yawned, took off her slippers, and put them next to the bed.

The bed was very big, and Zhu Qingyou only occupied one side.

Lin Shilu's face looked tired. Not long after she lay down, she fell asleep, so she missed the moment when Zhu Qingyou woke up.

　The sister stories of Zhe Er and Lu Zai have the same protagonists with the same name but slightly different personalities, which is equivalent to parallel worlds.

　　Normal sister novels should have different protagonists, but there is a connection between the two.

　　When the update was about to take place, An An almost stabbed herself to death when she looked at the updated content of the previous chapter. To be honest, when I was reading the novel, the plot development from the beginning to the middle to the end was very sweet and not a bit cruel. But then a big knife suddenly appeared. I can only say that this damage can directly cause a critical hit. of. This level is comparable to reverse CP, which is very painful.

　　The person who wrote about using his own knife burst into tears. This was a pitfall a long time ago, and I put it into this article.

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)