Mushiji [Pleasure]

Dr. Jiang stopped outside the door and stared at the door. She closed the monitoring interface and retracted her hearing range.

There was still a quarrel in the door, and the quarrel was so fierce that it penetrated the door panel. So the faint sigh on the hospital bed was covered in a quarrel, and it was difficult to hear.

Dr. Jiang turned and left, processing his own data.

"Oh, my good friend has an accident, and I don't even cry."

"Did Xiao Jiang fall out with the family? Now that Didi has happened, maybe she is happy."

Dr. Jiang knew that in the original world line, this little girl was going to be discharged from the hospital soon, and her parents would quarrel at the door of the hospital, and no one paid attention to her, just like no one heard her cry of pain at the moment.

Then she would be in a daze, step by step towards the traffic, and crashed into it.

Unfortunately, the pianist fainted with fright when he saw this scene.

In the original world line, Wen Qianshu was just a person who didn't even mention her name. Her priority was very low, and she was not considered by the Lord God at all.

Repairers have never changed the fate of unrelated personnel, because it is likely to change the trajectory of the original world line and increase the difficulty of repair.

Dr. Jiang shouldn't care, she just needs to stop the pianist from seeing, she just needs to—

She turned back and looked at the door.

"I'm watching the wind."

"I haven't eaten ice yet, is it delicious?"

"You are so beautiful, why are you so sad?"

"Why are you so sad-"

Dr. Jiang counted and found that the previous world lines did not seem to have been completely repaired. Most of the world lines assigned to her were dead ends, and the best situation was only a few more years of delay.

This world line will fail too - she always fails -

Night poured in from the window and huddled away from the lights. Seeing that Dr. Jiang was about to go in, he suddenly stopped.

She lowered her eyes and turned around.

The wind brought the white coat, and she walked towards the door: "Open the world line to rewrite the permission."

An alarm sounded in his mind, but Dr. Jiang turned a deaf ear, stepped forward, his body seemed to be in a virtual state, went straight through the door, and stood in the room.

The people in the room finally stopped arguing - they fell asleep on the ground.

Dr. Jiang stood in front of Wen Qianshu, who closed his eyes and faced the window. She looked small, fragile, and lifeless.

Dr. Jiang raised his hand and pointed his finger across her eyebrows, all the way across her neck, and stopped at her abdomen. Where the fingers passed, the silver-white code flowed out, engraved on her skin, and disappeared into her body again.

When Wen Qianshu opened his eyes, he found himself standing on the street.

It was not late at night, and the streets were full of people. A roadside snack bar, a shopping mall not far away, couples holding arms, couples holding children.

The crowd was full of people.

Wen Qianshu was stunned, and said to himself, "Am I dreaming?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she realized that something was stuffed in her hand—a cone filled with light orange ice cream.

Wen Qianshu turned to look, and saw Dr. Jiang standing beside him, holding another ice cream of the same type in his hand.

She took off her white lab coat, wearing only casual clothes, her purse between her arms, and her long hair tied up. The light and the moonlight reflected on her cheeks, and the prosperity and the desertedness overlapped, framing her silhouette—it was breathtakingly beautiful.

Dr. Jiang took a bite of the ice cream and frowned—she didn't like ice very much.

Wen Qianshu was a little dumbfounded: "Can I eat it?"

Dr. Jiang: "Yes, eat it."

Wen Qianshu persuaded himself, "I'm dreaming, I can eat anything in my dream."

She carefully licked the ice cream and was pleasantly surprised: "Orange flavored!"

Wen Qianshu: "How do you know I like this smell?"

"My mother doesn't know."

Dr. Jiang was a little surprised. She felt it was obvious—every time she brought fruit candy, Wen Qianshu was the first to unpack the orange flavor.

Wen Qianshu is quite a bit like being drunk at the moment. He only covets the moment in his heart, and his favorite things are always the first to be put into his mouth.

However, without waiting for Lou Jiu's wording to explain, Wen Qianshu understood and exclaimed, "You are so attentive."

She is really astute as hell, and she can understand everything without having to say anything from Dr. Jiang.

Dr. Jiang also tacitly agreed: "Just stroll around?"

Wen Qianshu ate the ice cream one bite at a time, smiling until his eyes narrowed, and asked, "Okay."

She followed Dr. Jiang, eating ice cream and staring at the marshmallows by the roadside. Dr. Jiang didn't look back, but bought it for her and let her hold it in her hand.

Wen Qianshu went crazy with joy.

They strolled around the mall first, and then Dr. Jiang realized that Wen Qianshu was really a young girl who liked simple things, such as small accessories, beautiful notebooks and stationery, and fancy tapes. what-

She looked at the book for a long time, and Dr. Jiang said, "Do you want to buy it?"

Wen Qianshu shook his head: "I don't buy it anymore, I can't use so much anymore."

She was so awake that it was almost cruel: "I won't live long with this disease."

Dr. Jiang knew that she did not live long.

Dr. Jiang: "It's okay, let's buy it."

Wen Qianshu smiled, but still refused. She raised her head, her eyes lit up, like a star falling from the sky, falling into it. She has been sick for too long, and her face is pale all the year round, and she rarely sees such a cute and lively appearance.

Her lips were stained with sugar, and her eyes were looking around, but Dr. Jiang was closely followed by her feet, looking curious and frightened, soft.

Like a little milk cat.

There were a lot of people in the mall, during which Wen Qianshu was almost hit, Doctor Jiang stretched out his hand and raised his arm to protect her. As he walked, Dr. Jiang felt wrong, turned his head to the side, and found that Wen Qianshu was looking at her.

Dr. Jiang thought she was bored: "Where else would you like to go?"

Wen Qianshu thought for a while: "I want to climb a mountain!"

Dr. Jiang nodded, and Wen Qianshu said strangely, "Why don't you ask me?"

Dr. Jiang: "This is your dream, you can do whatever you want."

Wen Qianshu paused and asked, "Really?"

She repeated: "I can do whatever I want?"

Dr. Jiang: "Really."

Because this is a "dream", anything unreasonable can happen. Leading Wen Qianshu to a corner to confirm that no one could see them, Dr. Jiang moved his fingers, and they appeared at the foot of the mountain.

This day is not a special day, just an ordinary working day; this mountain is not a scenic spot, just an ordinary mountain. As a result, there were very few people at night, and only the lights beside the steps were lit, faintly, pointing to the road.

But Wen Qianshu was so excited that she couldn't stop talking about what she thought of and said. She said that she wanted to climb mountains when she was a child; she said that they went to climb mountains during their school autumn outings, and it was interesting to hear from classmates; she said that the mountains were beautiful, but she I'm not in good health, and every time I stay at home alone.

"Once I didn't tell my mother and signed up for a spring outing—our school's spring outing was to go to the lake. I begged the teacher to take me there and told me to take her car and just take a look when I got there—"

At that time, Wen Qianshu was not the same as in the past. His emotions and anger were written on his face, which could be seen at a glance. She was very happy, but as she spoke, she sighed, frustrated and sad: "Unfortunately, my mother found out, she made a big fuss and scolded me in front of the whole class."

Li Huai'ai was very angry, she didn't choose what to say, scolding her as a loser, scolding her for not knowing how to cherish her body, and not knowing how to cherish the money she spent on her—

"After she scolded me, she went to scold the teacher again, and complained to her. The teacher was later transferred and stopped teaching us. The classmates were secretly complaining about me - but they were right, I was sorry for the teacher."

She has long had no friends, and since then, even the teachers who care about her have retreated.

Dr. Jiang was not very good at comforting people, so he could only tell her, "Then you can climb the mountain today."

"I overheard them say that climbing mountains is very tiring." Wen Qianshu was indeed distracted, "What if I can't climb anymore? Can I still come down?"

Dr. Jiang: "Yes."

Wen Qianshu was still asking, "How did you get down? They said that there are people who carry sedan chairs, do they also exist at night—"

Even Wen Qianshu didn't know that he was still so talkative. Wen Qianshu was always not attentive, but when she really had to focus all her eyes on one person, it was overwhelming.

Dr. Jiang stopped abruptly, and Wen Qianshu followed, swallowing the unfinished words into his mouth. She looked down at the overly beautiful doctor and said, "There is always a way."

She is so pretty.

Wen Qianshu thought to herself that she was the most beautiful person she had ever seen—as beautiful as the moon in the sky.

Seeing Qianshu froze, Dr. Jiang thought she was still worried, so he said, "There is me."

Wen Qianshu nodded and said obediently, "Okay."

They climb mountains.

Step by step up.

The mountain wind roared over the side of the ear with a chill and a chill different from the city. The night was dark and the surroundings were silent, only the footsteps of the two of them could be heard, as if they were the only ones left in the world.

Wen Qianshu looked at Dr. Jiang's back while crawling. But her body was there, and she was soon tired and out of breath. Dr. Jiang noticed her increased breathing: "Do you want to continue?"

Wen Qianshu: "I want to."

She bent over halfway and supported her knees: "I'll take a moment - eh?"

Dr. Jiang turned halfway: "Go on your own, or shall I carry you?"

Wen Qianshu was a little at a loss, and said, "Then, then you carry me?"

Dr. Jiang squatted down, and Wen Qianshu felt his cheeks get hot for some reason. She took two steps and lay gently on Dr. Jiang's back: "Is it heavy?"

Dr. Jiang weighed her, but she didn't have much weight, not to mention that he still has the rewrite permission, and can modify the value of this world line at will. If he can't bear it, he can also make her weight lighter: "Not heavy."

Dr. Jiang carried her on his back, feeling the little girl's delicate arms wrapping around her neck, cautiously, as if afraid of hurting her.

Dr. Jiang's back is very comfortable. Unlike his father's, it is softer and more fragrant. Wen Qianshu turned her face to the side, pressed her shoulders, and suddenly asked, "Sister Doctor, I still don't know what your name is?"

Dr. Jiang: "Jiang Mingyue."

Before she finished speaking, she heard the person on her back laugh. Jiang Mingyue: "What are you laughing at?"

Wen Qianshu said, "This name suits you so well."

Jiang Mingyue: "Why?"

Wen Qianshu: "Because you are the same as the moon."

As a system, Jiang Mingyue really can't figure out how humans always have these strange metaphors.

But she still responded: "I don't look like the moon."

"It's the same." Wen Qianshu said with a smile, exhaling hot air and hitting her ear, "You are both warm and bright."

Jiang Mingyue: "What about the sun? Isn't the sun warmer and brighter?"

"So you are the moon." Wen Qianshu said, "You are not as conspicuous as the sun, and your emotions are light, just like the moonlight."

Jiang Mingyue paused and continued to walk up: "I have no emotions."

From the moment she became conscious, the Lord God told her that she had no emotions.

She is root, a system, an artificial intelligence, and she does not possess the rich and complex emotions of human beings. That's why the Lord God entrusts her with the most difficult and painful tasks, because she will not be like a human restorer, despairing because of the collapse of the world line, and sad because of the departure of relatives and friends—

Wen Qianshu: "How come?"

"Aren't you sad now?"

The long wind blows the leaves, making a rustling sound.

Jiang Mingyue stopped and heard Wen Qianshu continue: "Are you feeling sorry for others? Or—"

"For me?"

Wen Qianshu smiled and said in a soft voice, "Anyway, some of it is for me, or do you indulge me like this?"

Her breathing was so light, like a feather, that it was about to be scattered in the wind: "Thank you, sister. I'm so happy."

Jiang Mingyue wants to say that this is nothing, and wants to say that she has done more for the protagonists of various world lines—those are huge and hopeless projects over the years.

But she couldn't say anything, letting Wen Qianshu keep that little happiness.

Wen Qianshu: "You know, I sometimes wonder, do I really exist in this world?"

Is she really happy? Can anyone hear her?

Her innate sensitivity makes her passively and constantly accept all the complaints, despair, and pain around her; she realizes from a young age that these pains are all because of her.

In contrast, the people around her didn't notice her. Never listen to what she wants and never care what she refuses. As if she was not sick, but dumb, and her mother represented her mouth and her wishes—what her mother said, she had to like; what her mother did, she had to accept. They concluded for themselves that all her needs in life were to cure her disease, and the rest were not important, and it was optional.

They were always fighting, fighting for her.

But she's not afraid of pain, she just wants them to stop arguing.

No one listens to her—

no one saw her—

Sometimes she wondered, wouldn't this family's misery end only if she left? Can they just stop and hear what she's thinking?

But she left again and again, was rescued again and again, and they were still arguing, using it as a new weapon to attack each other.

The moonlight is like frost and snow, falling all over.

The mountains are silent, and the trail is long.

The hustle and bustle and the voices are gone, only she is carrying her, step by step to the top of the mountain.

"You exist."

Jiang Mingyue said suddenly, "I saw you."

She felt the person behind her bury her head, her soft hair rubbing against her neck, a little itchy. Wen Qianshu leaned on her shoulders, raised her eyes, and saw the dark and boundless night, and a bright moon in the night.

Wen Qianshu: "Well."

"I saw you too," she said softly.

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