What should I do if I was forced into marriage by the sick and charming young lady?

Uzuki...

Uzuki.

Uzuki! ! !

Do you still need me?

I am your friend.

After you get happiness, is there still a place for me?

Tears of blood flowed from the dark eye sockets.

The negative emotions after Wenzi's death have already poured into the friend's body.

You are not allowed to be happy alone... Uzuki is a friend... You are not allowed to be happy alone... Uzuki is a friend...

The monster wandered outside the palace, screaming pitifully.

However, Uzuki didn't hear it.

"Uzuki, I will restrain all my negative emotions, you must become unhappy... no, you must become happy, I am your...friend..."

My friend's teeth were chattering, her whole body was trembling, and she looked extremely painful...

Volume 110#Chapter [-] Eight Roses

"Is your name Yuexue Lixu?" The old gentleman in a brown woolen coat took off his hat from the top of his head, put it on the table slowly, and said slowly, "Thank you for coming to my signing party , little girl."

Looking around, there are few people.

The young female writer in the distance was surrounded by crowds, and it was very lively.

The old gentleman coughed in embarrassment, his silver hair fully exposed his biological age.

He is 79 years old.

Throughout his life, there were only a few books that were remembered by people, and the rest of the books were ignored, but he still wrote them with joy, since he loved them, he pursued them, even if he didn’t have the talent in that area. Can't stand in the way of stopping.

You are still young, you can do anything in time.

wrong.

Even if you are old, as long as you have a goal and want to pursue it, it is completely in time.

Can't 79 years old be a teenager?I am used to seeing parting from life and death, I have experienced the human tragedy of the Third World War, I have a face full of wrinkles, and I can't even straighten my waist, so I can't pursue the things I love anymore?

His answer is of course no, he not only wants to pursue, but also tries his best to pursue it more than anyone else.

His pseudonym was written on the book in large flowing characters: Bishop Myrière.

"Thank you again sincerely, little girl, you may be the only reader who attended my book signing today."

The old gentleman rose and bowed to her.

The girl looks like she is only about 20 years old. She wears a black kimono to wrap her snow-white jade body. Her exquisite and beautiful facial features are like the works of gods. Her dark red eyes exude a coquettish and gorgeous light, and she combs her long hair like a princess. With a little old-fashioned charm.

The old gentleman is so satisfied that such a beautiful girl likes his work, even if he stops breathing for a second, he can still smile.

"By the way, I'm not a little girl..."

"The age of hibernation is not counted in the years of your life."

"I'm only four years younger than you, Gao Jun. I've taken the medicine that makes my body never age. I read every book you wrote. You are a very lovely person."

The old gentleman blushed.

"I'm already so old, don't fool the old man."

"Didn't you always feel like a teenager?"

"That's just stubbornness that doesn't want to admit defeat."

The girl giggled, her flowers trembling with laughter.

The old gentleman looked aside longingly.

The female author is really enviable. Everyone likes her works, and the old gentleman has also read it. She has a sense of substitution. The immersive pain made the old gentleman clearly feel the unprecedented tension.

It is said that her mother was once the godmother of Tokyo who manipulated the Tokyo violence group behind the scenes, and dominated the underground world of Tokyo for ten years.

And the female author has always been bullied and lived a miserable life, becoming a tool for her mother to vent her anger. It was not until her mother died in an accidental assassination that her misfortune was completely terminated.

After waking up from hibernation, she used pain as a ghostwriter to write amazing novels one after another, and her debut was the pinnacle.

Although she is 36 years old, she seems to be less than 30 years old. She has been completely freed from the perennial oppressive environment, making her look like a blooming flower. The tattoos on her body are also unbelievably beautiful.

"Actually Uzuki is my cousin."

"It's really enviable."

"Gao Jun's next book will definitely be a great success."

"I don't want to be a great writer, and I don't want everyone to be full of praise for my books. Flattering others blindly will only cause me to lose myself. I just hope that when I go shopping one day, I see someone holding a book I wrote. I sat on a bench in the park and read it, and said with a happy face that it was really an interesting book."

"If Gao Jun's dream is so simple, then Gao Jun has already achieved it."

"Well, yes, I have already done it, but I still can't help but yearn for higher places, but forget it, the heights are too cold, I have at least left my own shadow in this world..."

"Gao Jun, now that technology is so advanced, it's not difficult even to rejuvenate, Gao Jun, do you want to live with me?"

The old gentleman shook his head.

"Death is also an important experience in life. In the train of my life, I have waved goodbye to too many people. I think I should also prepare to get off the train."

That day, the old man and the girl talked about many topics. Although he was almost an octogenarian, the old man often smiled and walked in the manga of the magic city.

"It's like walking on the street with my granddaughter."

"Does Gao Jun have any children?"

"How can a girl like me fall in love with me?"

"I remember Gao Jun was married before."

"Well, her name is Feng Xiaohe, but the ideal still lost to the reality in the end."

Not long after parting.

The old gentleman turned into a cold tombstone because of cancer, with a text engraved on it:

It's not over, I'm sorry.

The creator god of another world and the archbishop of the church are buried here, Gao Sijin.

Yuexue Lixu held a rose and placed it in front of the tombstone. Roses represent love, but roses are like life, and they will wither in the morning.

But that's fine.

At least in this timeline, Gao Sijin did not experience a more tragic ending. He died of uremia, murder due to love and hatred, car accident, and bullet.

Most recently, he died in World War III when he was hit by a steel plate while trying to save a crying baby from the rubble.

Yue Xueli, who is used to parting with him, still couldn't help moistening the corners of her eyes. She once spent the loneliest time because of his book, but she couldn't be lingering with him and save her.

No matter what, you have to be with Gao Sijin...

There is always a chance to succeed.

She is not discouraged.

Yuexue Lixu finished Gao Sijin's unfinished novel due to death according to the outline, and that book became Bishop Mirière's most successful work in history.

However, how brilliant the book written by Yue Xueli and Gao Sijin was, Yue Xueli could no longer see it, because on the day when the book was finished, Yuexue took out a revolver, and with this The world said goodnight.

The bathtub was stained red.

She lay in it as if she were lying in a rosebush.

……

……

"Gao Jun, I can't let you sleep tonight."

The young and lively Gao Jun's heart was beating vigorously.

It seems that knowing that today is still inevitable, Gao Sijin did not resist, he lay down completely and said:

"Okay, come up and move yourself."

"Bring Uzuki back today, as a reward, Gao Jun must satisfy me well today."

"I don't want to become a human..."

"I won't squeeze Gao Jun dry."

She rode on Gao Sijin's body with a smile, like riding a naughty horse, and their hands were tightly overlapped.

Many memories have been forgotten, but only a little Yuexue Lixu will always remember.

The hands stretched out in the darkness are Gao Sijin's hands. No matter how they change, the soul will always remain the same, whether it is a parallel world line or a single world line. Perhaps a small change will make a person change from a rich man to a beggar , but the essence remains the same.

Only in this life and Gao Sijin officially became lovers, so the past is just a dream, only this moment is reality.

Feeling his body temperature, wrapping and imprisoning the stubbornness that he was trying to escape, and completely warming it up.

The sound of water stains came from the room, and it was still sleepless tonight.

Volume 110#Chapter [-] Chapter [-] The First Day of a Maid's Life

The first night she came to the mansion she slept alone, without any friends by her side.

But her room is very safe to live in. The stickers on the wall are light pink, which is lighter than the pink of cherry blossoms, and it is elegant and elegant.

The white wooden furniture is neat and tidy, and the emerald green potted plants are placed on the balcony, which makes the air in the room smell much better.

The soft bed and the design of hanging curtains, tassels and lace make the whole space colorful, and on the sofa made of imitated pumpkin carts, there are plush dolls of all sizes, Hello Kitty, Doraemon Dream A, Pikachu...

Tsukiyuki Uzuki, who once deeply despaired of human beings, can only pin most of his emotions on plush dolls, feel the furry touch, and heals a little heart that has gone through ups and downs.

Wearing loose pajamas, she inadvertently saw a tattooed body in front of the mirror, wondering if she, who had been contaminated by gang elements, could embrace happiness again.

Suddenly, Uzuki noticed a familiar gaze.

"Are you there?"

The line of sight just now came from the chair, but when I looked at the chair, there was nothing.

On the way to the mansion, my friend disappeared...

"I want to see you."

No one answered.

The owl clock chirped.

It's already eleven o'clock.

Thinking that there is still a lot of maid knowledge that needs to be learned tomorrow, Uzuki has to hug the plush dolls and go to bed, leaving the monochrome bear on the sofa alone. Scary, but she didn't throw away the monochrome bear doll, she just put it there quietly.

After Uzuki fell asleep.

The friend walked to the black and white bear plush doll, sat on the sofa and watched Uzuki sleep.

"Good night, Uzuki."

In the past, Uzuki would be awakened by nightmares if he didn't sleep with his friends hugging him.

But this night, Uzuki slept very peacefully, her soft body was wrapped in a quilt, like a little princess just about to bloom.

The friend entered her dreamland.

The friend derived from negative emotions came to the bright forest, the birds were singing on the branches, and the friend came to the lake and saw its original appearance.

it's ugly...

monster.

How can a collection derived from resentment and distorted obsession be a beautiful existence?