Fall In Love With A Substitute

Song Pianzhen got a Valentine's Day holiday.

The ghost knows why the fast-passing game, which takes the pleasure of squeezing taskmen, will give everyone a holiday on such an unimportant holiday as Valentine's Day.

Song Pianzhen didn't understand, but it didn't prevent her from accepting it happily. She returned from the mission world to the fast-track field, and was about to take 09 out for a stroll in the mall. As a result, the little girl 09 half-faced hiding behind the big pencil, blushing in a small voice:

"Host, I want to go out with 01 today."

"..." Song Pianzhen suddenly understood why it was going to be a holiday soon after going through the game.

Song Pianzhen said, "Okay, have fun."

"There is one more thing before leaving." 09 waved the big pencil on tiptoe, the cherry blossom eraser clicked in the air, and it pointed out four blingbling cherry pink lights.

"The host can extract a character from a small world and spend Valentine's Day together on the map!"

Song Pian raised her eyebrows and looked at the light ball. Seeing that she looked like a hair, she randomly ordered a round one and asked 09:

"What is the map?"

"It's an entertainment copy without a mission. The host can be understood as a small world with a limited time of one day."

"such."

With a flick of the big pencil, 09 draws a circle that emits faint light, click and tap the pink light ball into the copy entrance.

"You can enter the map, the small world character is already waiting for the host in the map."

According to 09, this so-called small-world character should be drawn arbitrarily from the small world he has been to, but Song Pianzhen feels that going through the game will not lead to a character who is tired of seeing each other and send a If passers-by come over, it will not be considered a welfare.

Song Pianzhen had a vague guess as to the identity of the character, or from which ones.

Therefore, when Song Pianzhen opened her eyes pierced by the white light and saw Nie Lingbo at a glance, she knew she was right.

"Ling Bo."

It seemed that those few light groups represented Lin Qinglu, Feng Yuexian, and Nie Lingbo.

But who is the one left? Is it Song Yingguang or Song Ruyan? still is……

Song Pianzhen stopped his thoughts and didn't make any unnecessary guesses. In short, Nie Lingbo was the one who had drawn.

She quickly looked around and found that it was a quaint street market with beautiful lanterns hanging around, which were not lit at this time. Even so, the street market was dressed up beautifully.

While she was dressed as an ancient person, wearing a scarlet fairy dress with a butterfly staying in the fairy color, Nie Lingbo wore a modern white suit, simple and sharp.

How is this going?

Nie Lingbo took a jade rabbit lantern from the store and handed it to Song Pianju.

Song Pianyu didn't understand, so she received the naive Yutu lamp in her hand, and out of subconscious caution, she didn't speak immediately.

"Said that I was watching the project with me, and I changed the costumes specially. Why can't I walk here? With this, we continue to look forward."

"Ah." Song Pianju probably touched the previous situation summary, thought and smiled, "It's very beautiful here, I want to watch it slowly."

Nie Lingbo looked at the beautiful and well-behaved little girl in front of him, couldn't help but stretched out his hand and gently scratched the girl's pretty nose, his voice was low and magnetic:

"Okay, it's all up to you."

Song Pian raised her head and looked at Nie Lingbo who was close at hand, her light brown eyes widened slightly.

How do you feel that Nie Lingbo in this map has a much higher opinion value than in the small world?

Not far from the market, under the door of a restaurant, Feng Yuexian narrowed her eyes and looked at the pair of women in front of the lantern.

The slightly taller woman handed a jade rabbit lantern to the woman beside her body, and then lowered her head slightly, and acted indulgingly. The posture of holding the woman in the range of her body was filled with strong possession and control.

It stands to reason that all this has nothing to do with Feng Yuexian.

If it wasn't one of them, it was Song Pianzhen.

Song Pianzhen had planned to attack Nie Lingbo. At this time, seeing Nie Lingbo being so affectionate to herself, she quickly adjusted.

She took the Yutu Lantern and walked beside Nie Lingbo. As she walked, she rubbed the back of Nie Lingbo's hand with the back of her hand. Nie Lingbo caught that hand in the palm of her hand and never let go.

Like a little rabbit jumping and probing at the door of the wolf's den, it was accidentally fished into the wolf's den and swallowed into the belly.

Song Pianzhen was more certain about the relationship between the two.

While shopping, she found that apart from herself and Nie Lingbo, other characters and things were like a background board, like the NPC in the game, only repeating the same sentence and action, and Nie Lingbo did not seem to notice, only she had noticed the abnormality. .

No wonder this place is called "map", it is like a game map.

Nie Lingbo seemed to like to take care of herself very much. He said that he came to investigate the film and television city project, but just handed Song Pianzhen the jade rabbit lantern, and now he came to see a peach blossom pastry stall and wanted to buy it for Song Pianzhen to eat.

As soon as Nie Lingbo finished speaking, Song Pianzhen was hungry, so he did not refuse. Nie Lingbo asked Song Pianzhen to wait for her. He walked to the stall on the other side of the road. Song Pianzhen was about to follow. Several carriages drove past the middle of the street, separating the two.

Soon, Song Pianzhen's eyes shook, she lost consciousness, and the next second she fell into a powerful embrace.

When Nie Lingbo turned around holding the peach blossom cake, Song Pianju was nowhere to be seen, and the jade rabbit lantern fell to the ground randomly.

lightly?

The relaxed look on Nie Lingbo's face disappeared without a trace, his eyes were cold and sharp, and the warm peach blossoms in his hands instantly shattered into powder.

Song Pianzhen gradually regained consciousness. Before his eyes were opened and the darkness was still in front of him, he heard a dangerous mutter in his ears:

"Who is that person? My princess, my... Your Highness."

This voice was cold and charming, as if a frosty mist filled Song Pianju's ears, making her almost shudder, and it was unclear whether the shiver was because of the cold or because the woman was naturally tender and feminine.

The voice was so unique that Song Pianzhen easily recognized it:

"Yue Xian?"

How could Feng Yuexian be here? Isn't there a Nie Lingbo ahead? Song Pianzhen just wanted to catch 09 and ask, what is going on?

She opened her eyes, her eyes were still dark, and there was a brocade touch on her face-her eyes were blindfolded.

It may be that the astonishment in her words was too obvious, Feng Yuexian sneered, and the anger in her voice became heavier:

"With her, you were surprised when I found out, right?"

"..." Song Pianzhen was miserably cheated, and Feng Yuexian obviously had no memory of going through the game. She had troubles and couldn't tell, so she could only say, "You let me go first, okay?"

Yes, the reason why she can't take off the cloth strips by herself is because the place where she sits now is soft. She should be sitting in Fengyuexian's arms, with her hands clasped by a big warm palm. Immobile.

Moreover, since meeting Feng Yuexian, her frail and sickly set seems to have returned. Now that she has a few words, her chest becomes uncomfortably tight, and she has to lean against Feng Yuexian's chest and pant for breath.

In the tea room, Feng Yuexian is dressed in a black robe. On her lap sits the current princess Song Pianju who wears a scarlet dress. Song Pianjue is leaning in her arms, her red lips are slightly opened, and she makes a gentle gasping sound. And beautiful.

On Yubai's small face, her eyes were covered by a black hair band, which was the thing that sealed the moon and loosened her hair.

At this time, Feng Yuexian's head was full of crow-colored blue silk hanging down behind, and a few strands lingered on Song Pian's arms, lingering.

Feng Yuexian looked at the charming person in her arms and remembered the scene she had just seen. The more angry she was, the calmer her heart became.

She lowered her eyes, her dark and unwavering eyes fixed on Song Pianjue.

"And I still obeyed His Royal Highness's order to go out to Beijing to do errands for you. It's really ridiculous-how does the princess treat me?"

Feng Yuexian stretched out his hand, pinched Song Pianjiao's small chin, and forcibly raised it.

"Who is that person? Does your Highness say or not?"

Song Pian moved her lips without speaking.

She refused to say.

This cognition made Feng Yuexian's whole body tense, and she leaned close to the face that made her love, hate, and desire to die.

"If you don't tell me, I rummaged throughout Shangjing, and I can also find her—"

Feng Yuexian's words came to an abrupt end, because Song Pianzhen raised his hand and groped towards him.

Those hands didn't dare to stretch forward. I don't know if they were afraid of hitting him or because they were afraid of the self at this time, Song Pianzhen's slender hands were in midair, looking helpless and at a loss, feeling extremely wronged.

Feng Yuexian's cruel words couldn't continue.

"Yuexian?" Song Pianqi whispered.

Feng Yuexian did not answer, she was still angry.

But in the place where Song Pian was embarrassed, she was struggling, and she couldn't match the desire to get close to each other.

Feng Yuexian's face was tense, and she lowered her head in the direction of those hands and approached it.

Only cater to a little bit.

Song Pianzhen fumbled in the dark, and finally, his fingertips touched Feng Yuexian's face.

She stroked Feng Yuexian's erect nose with her fingertips, lingered on her full lips, sketching the shape of her lips, and her voice was like a sigh:

"I miss you."

She missed Feng Yuexian very much.

This miss is different from love. Song Pianju's reason is very clear. From Lin Qinglu to Feng Yuexian to Nie Lingbo, it is the soul under the skin that makes her feel. This cognition is rooted in her consciousness. , She has never wavered, and is quite sure.

But as individuals, they have their own unique charm due to different life trajectories. And Song Pianzhen missed them like an old friend she hadn't seen for a long time.

Will not be sad, will not forget——

But never see each other again.

"Let me see you again, okay?"

In the quiet tea room, a few rays of light shine through the gaps in the windows, and the light dust floats.

The sullenness surrounding the black-clothed woman calmed strangely. She was like a soothed beast. She was hesitant by nature for a moment. Then, she slowly stretched out her hand, paused, and finally chose to remove the hair band for the woman in her arms.

Willingly, working hard and desperate.

Feng Yuexian trembled before her fingertips touched the hairband on Song Pianxiao's eyes, and stopped her movements.

"Yue Xian?"

Fengyue was idly ignorant, she leaned over and kissed Song Pianju's eyes through her hairband.

In the next instant, the black hair band was taken off, drifted and fell to the ground.

"Is it all right?"

"what?"

Lin Qinglu stared at the screen on the monitor. She had always been very dedicated, and at this time she had no intention of respecting film art.

"It's okay? There is nothing wrong with this scene, it's been over again." After she finished speaking, she said lightly, "In the future, you will find a good dragon sleeve by yourself, and don't want Pian Xiao to help."

When the director saw Lin Yinghou, who had always been good at talking like this, he didn't dare to smile and said hurriedly: "Good, good, sure."

Lin Qinglu had already left him and walked towards Song Pianzhen.

When Song Pianzhen saw Lin Qinglu, he was not only not surprised, he even felt "it really is so".

Nie Lingbo and Feng Yuexian have both met, can Lin Qinglu be far away?

But this map is too weird.

This entire market was originally the project that Nie Lingbo said, and it was the Shangjing in Fengyue's mouth. Now it has become the film and television city in Lin Qinglu's mouth.

It seems that the three worlds have thick barriers to each other, but they have opened a door in a certain place, letting each other blend together——

Also let each other meet.

Although it's not all good, Song Pianzhen thought blankly.

One second before Song Pianzhen just got up from Feng Yuexian, the next second Lin Qinglu pushed open the door and came in. At that moment, Song Pianzhen felt the panic of being caught in bed for the first time in his life.

If Lin Qinglu came in one second early, Song Pianzhen felt that she would be scared to roll off Feng Yuexian.

Is this really a Valentine's Day benefit? Song Pianyu now just wants to catch 09 back, and ask her carefully.

Behind Lin Qinglu, a group of staff swarmed in. They were dressed in various clothes, like a group of colorful mosaics. The Wuyangyang came over, straight past Song Pianzhen, and went behind her.

And behind Song Pianqi, Feng Yuexian was.

The too busy scene caught Song Pianju's attention. She couldn't help but glance back. Sure enough, Feng Yuexian had disappeared in this tea room without knowing when, as if Feng Yuexian had been erased by mosaic.

The ebony seat she had sat on stood alone on the ground, looking a little lonely.

There was a faint voice in front of him: "Song Pianzhen, what are you looking at?"

Song Pianxiu blinked and stood busy, without squinting:

"It's interesting to watch them pack things."

"Interesting?" Lin Qinglu didn't believe this nonsense.

Her cat ears were broken, sour, and a bit wronged, and she brought her girlfriend to question her aggressively:

"Do you think she is pretty? Is she better-looking than me?"

Ok? This is not very comparable, it is not the same style.

Although Feng Yuexian has a higher force value than Lin Qinglu, he is more charming. Lin Qinglu looks more heroic and indistinguishable from each other. He can turn a bunch of fans in reverse.

After Song Pianzhen thought carefully and had the confidence to answer the question, she raised her head confidently, ready to answer the question, and at a glance she saw Lin Qinglu's expression was not right.

It seems more fierce.

"..."

"Okay, ah." Lin Qinglu said gloomily, "After thinking about it for so long, have you come up with a result?"

"... Come up with--"

People are doing, cats are watching.

The last three words were swallowed by Song Pianqi under Lin Qinglu's fierce and aggrieved gaze.

There are staff coming and going. The studio is noisy and busy, but all these sounds seem to be far away, like the rustle of tree branches in the sun, vague and fine.

Song Pianzhen thought for a while, "Is there any butterfly cake in this place? I invite you to eat butterfly cake."

"Don't be angry with me, okay?"

Song Pianzhen's voice was already gentle, and she brought a bit of begging for mercy. Anyone who listened to it would make her ears soft, even her heart soft.

Not to mention those eyes, like a lake full of spring, full of waves.

"Don't act like a baby." Lin Qinglu said righteously.

But soon, she showed an expression of "I can't do anything with you", the corners of her lips curled up quickly, the cat's tail swayed secretly, but her mouth was not forgiving.

"Don't think this can be solved by a bag of butterfly cakes."

Song Pianzhen was fascinated by the fleeting and beautiful smile, and even more so cute by Lin Qinglu, that made Song Pianzhen's rare mouth faster than his brain, and subconsciously said:

"How many bags do you want?"

"?"

Song Pianzhen saw that the cat's hair was about to explode again, and immediately changed the subject as if nothing had happened.

"Let's buy more. I haven't eaten it in a long time. I want to eat it a bit.

"Humph."

Lin Qinglu mercifully let go of Song Pianzheng, and reluctantly agreed to buy butterfly cakes with her.

Song Pianzhen went out first, and didn't see Lin Qinglu behind her, and then looked back at the ebony seat that nobody was moving. His eyes were full of guard and hostility.

Song Pianzhen didn't know how this map worked, but when Lin Qinglu, Feng Yuexian, and Nie Lingbo showed up and saw each other, Song Pianzhen was very sure that this map wanted to kill himself.

She and Lin Qinglu bought butterfly cakes and ate them while walking on the street. They said a lot, the topic may be boring, but both of them laughed happily.

This street market soon came to the end. The border of the map was a void. The map was like a thin piece of paper, lying horizontally in the space, with flat cuts.

At this time, the twilight was in harmony, and the map was all dark purple-gray, and it seemed a bit gentle.

Song Pianzhen predicted that the time of parting was coming. Just as he was ready to be alone with Lin Qinglu, he saw Nie Lingbo and Feng Yuexian coming from both sides of the market, staring at each other at the intersection, and then turning around tacitly and heading together. Song Pian came here.

Their footsteps are not fast or slow, but their power is getting stronger and stronger. Song Pianjue seems to see two big cats full of power and beauty, walking gracefully.

Keep pressing.

Double the big cat, double suffocation.

Song Pianzhen quickly glanced at Lin Qinglu. If it weren't for the vastness of her surroundings, she would have wanted to hide the Linmao first, it would be a point to lose the Shura field.

Lin Maomao deserves to be the most naive, and the first one said vigilantly: "Song Pianzhen, who are they?"

She complained: "How many good sisters do you have?"

Song Pianzhen: "...I am not."

The two walked to the front.

Feng Yuexian's gaze swept across Lin Qinglu and Nie Lingbo, and she smiled coolly. Her eyes were like a icy secluded pool. Because of anger and arrogance at the bottom of the pool, there were circles of dark ripples that were not known.

She raised her chin, and even at this moment, she refused to show her weakness.

"Today, it's her first." Feng Yuexian looked at Nie Lingbo, then turned to look at Lin Qinglu, "It's her again, Your Royal Highness... She's so busy."

"...I didn't." I also think I am busy today, Song Pianzhen is a little desperate, this is too busy.

Nie Lingbo hasn't spoken all the time. Although she is the same soul, she is getting older, and the years have settled on her body, washing away some things and adding more things that young people don't.

She calmed down and watched the other two people with cold eyes. Seeing Song Pianxiu's questioning, Nie Lingbo stepped up to Song Pianxu, her voice low, even with a smile:

"Playing love games, is it too much? Huh?"

"Am I... also a game of yours?"

Song Pianju's scalp was numb, and her eyes were watery: "...Listen to me."

"Ok?"

"It's not like that..." Song Pianzhen's excuse was very weak, and there was no follow-up.

She just wanted to hurry up and kick her off the map.

When facing her, the three reacted differently.

Lin Qinglu expressionlessly: "Go on, I'm considering whether to believe it or not."

Feng Yuexian sarcastically smiled: "Before, I believed you once."

Nie Lingbo did not hesitate: "I believe you."

Song Pianzhen & Lin Qinglu & Feng Yuexian:? ? ?

Nie Lingbo showed the most charming smile at Song Pianju, and said affectionately:

"Pina, I believe you."

She stretched out her hand towards Song Pianzhen, palm facing up: "So, come back with me? Kid."

The scene was quiet for a while.

Even Song Pianqi, an insider who knew that they were Qinglu's three accounts, couldn't help but glance at the top of Nie Lingbo's head, as if looking for a graceful green light.

Nie Lingbo had a calm expression, and the smile on his lips was even more intimate than usual.

The older he gets, the more decisive Nie Lingbo's methods are.

Faced with two unclear but seemingly strong opponents, she chose to put Song Pianyu in her arms first.

The next thing is not unimportant, but compared with Song Pianzhen, it is not that important.

——All of these, you can turn your head, slowly, communicate with Song Pianzhen.

For some reason, Nie Lingbo seemed to be the gentlest and smoothest of the three, but Song Pianzhen was the most embarrassed.

She looked at the other two again.

...Forget it, I choose to die.

Song Pianzhen quietly took a small step back, and didn't know if it was a forced withdrawal, should he be okay?

Song Pianzhen didn't choose anyone, but withdrew in the opposite direction.

Behind her is a vast void, and it must be no good to fall. Seeing Song Pian stomping into the void, the three of them squinted almost at the same time, blowing up hair.

"Song Pianzhen, I advise you to come back now-if you walk towards me, I will consider listening to your explanation."

"His Royal Highness is threatening me with his own body? That's all, you are weak, so follow me back to the palace to drink tranquilizing soup, and then talk about other things."

"Pina, come back."

Song Pianzhen was a little distracted at this moment, three openings were a tacit understanding, and it seemed that they should still have the main consciousness in them, otherwise it would be impossible to choose to forgive for love together.

Isn't it because you know you are jealous in your subconscious mind? Ah.

After discovering this, Song Pianzhen thought of Qing Lu who was hiding behind them—I really wanted to pull Qing Lu out and let her Kangkang's own small world consciousness do what they were doing.

"lightly?"

A faint yell made Song Pian stunned. She didn't know when the wind blew around her, and the sound of the wind whizzed past her ears. She didn't even hear who it was just now.

The wind swept in, with Song Pianzhen as the center, condensed into pieces of wind blades, shimmering with icy cold light, and like feathers, floating in the air, lovingly surrounding Song Pianzhen.

There was a white ice feather hiding in front of Song Pianju's eyes.

She couldn't see the three in front.

In the next instant, Song Pian stomped her feet, she fell like a feather without weight--

Is this the way to cut out the map?

Maybe after a long time, or maybe just a moment, Song Pianzhen finally fell to the ground.

She still couldn't see, but her body was very soft, with the sweet smell of grass between her nose, she guessed that she should be lying on the soft grass.

Through the thin ice feather, she vaguely saw a petite figure approaching her.

The figure hadn't moved for a long time, as if looking at herself, Song Pianzhen held her breath, and she couldn't help being wary of the unknown.

Under her rigorous formation, the hazy figure came close to Song Pian's neck, the man's soft long hair fell on Song Pian's body, and she herself, like a harmless little beast, nestled in Song Pian's neck, lightly Sniff lightly.

The skin that had been sprayed with her breath tightened instantly.

"Don't be afraid." The girl's sweet voice rang in Song Pianjue's ears, like an innocent little girl, speaking coquettishly.

"How am I willing to hurt you."

"They are not good enough for you, only I—"