Reheat the game

Chapter 38

After the game ended, Ruan Zemiao ran away from the underground conference room almost immediately.

Everyone knows that Ruan Zemiao has the best relationship with Diao Shiyi in the game...

...and Alvin.

However, Ai Wen who walked up to the first floor with the crowd was not conspicuous, and He Dongsheng only thought of turning around to see the expression of Ai Wen behind him after seeing Ruan Zemiao leave.

What was reflected in his eyes was Ivan who was looking down, unexpectedly calm.

Ai Wen noticed He Dongsheng's gaze, moved his eyelids, and nodded slightly.

However, He Dongsheng noticed that the corners of Ai Wen's eyes were sparkling during this short and small movement.

Maybe it's the angle of the light.

He Dongsheng quietly defended Ai Wen's persistence as a man in his heart.

During lunch, Ruan Zemiao didn't go downstairs.

There are five people sitting around the dining table, obviously comfortable and relaxed, but everyone misses being crowded.

"Where's Ah Miao?" Tian Jiashu broke the calm, "Isn't he coming to eat?"

No one answered, so Tian Jiashu looked at Xiang Ming.

Xiang Ming wondered how he knew where Ruan Zemiao was.

But the answer blurted out: "Rest in the room, I'll bring him food later."

He even arranged himself in one sentence.

Tian Jiashu nodded.

Silence enveloped the restaurant again.

……

Ai Wen was the first to put down his chopsticks: "I've finished eating, everyone take your time."

After tidying up his used bowls and chopsticks, he got up and said to Tian Jiashu: "Sister Jiashu, the color of the sweet and sour fish is really good, but I ate too much for breakfast, and now I think about it, I regret it. "

He was stunned when he said the words, pain flashed in his eyes, and he quickly regained his composure, smiled at Tian Jiashu, took the bowls and chopsticks and went to the kitchen.

regret.

Aiwen was secretly annoyed that he shouldn't have mentioned this word. The word "regret" was given a more desperate meaning in this game.

Fortunately, Tian Jiashu didn't care about it, and Ai Wen's decentness gave her a glimpse of the light again.

Ai Wen darkened his eyes, and the already tasteless dishes in his mouth still had some bitter taste for a while.

He Dongsheng curled up his right little finger, his eyelids slowly closed and then opened, he looked at Su Si beside him from the corner of his eye, hesitant to speak.

Su Si was the same as usual, only picking his favorite dishes to eat, but accidentally caught ginger many times in a row, which made people uncomfortable.

Ruan Zemiao was indeed in the room, and when he heard three knocks on the door in unison, he no longer knew who it was.

Whether it's Xiang Ming or not.

Yes, Xiang Ming could open the door in his crumpled pajamas and his hair like a bird's nest like he is now, without any psychological pressure.

But he didn't expect that Xiang Ming was still holding a bowl of noodles in his hand.

For the sake of the food.

With this in mind, Ruan Zemiao welcomed Xiang Ming into the house.

"Eat quickly." Xiang Ming pulled another stool and sat at the table.

Ruan Zemiao sat across from him unceremoniously.

"Why, are you eating noodles for lunch today?"

Ruan Zemiao stirred the noodles in the bowl, wondering.

He has never eaten noodles cooked by Tian Jiashu, so he doesn't know how it tastes.

"No, Miss Jiashu made sweet and sour fish, fried pork ribs, green pepper beef tenderloin, pine nut corn, and green vegetable tofu ball soup for lunch today."

Xiang Ming reported the name of the dish to Ruan Zemiao, with some resentment against Ruan Zemiao's dishonest eating, and deliberately dragged the tune for a long time.

Ruan Zemiao strangely understood Xiang Ming's narrow-minded behavior. He gave a "tsk" at first, and then became even more puzzled: "Is that finished?...You guys are so good at eating?"

"No." Xiang Ming put on a gentle face and said, "I know you don't like leftovers, so I cooked another bowl of noodles for you."

Ruan Zemiao was stunned, he didn't reject leftovers long ago, but when Xiang Ming said this, he inevitably remembered the time when he was still pampered in the past.

Materially, his parents can satisfy him, but emotionally, Xiang Ming is a noisy companion.

"Did you cook it?" He looked at the bowl of noodles in front of him seriously and reconfirmed.

"Yes." Xiang Ming answered patiently.

Ruan Zemiao: "I also remember that I don't eat leftovers... In fact, I don't mind at all now. If you don't mention it, I will forget it."

Xiang Ming: "Yes."

"So……"

Ruan Zemiao put down his chopsticks, and Xiang Ming looked forward to what the person opposite could say.

"You should also remember that I don't like vegetarian noodles?!" Ruan Zemiao climbed up the pole, staring at Xiang Ming, and said.

The gentle expression on Xiang Ming's face froze for a moment, and then shattered like glass, revealing the grinning face inside.

Ruan Zemiao heaved a sigh of relief, and only then did he feel the truth.

Xiang Ming: "Are you going to eat or not?!"

Ruan Zemiao: "Eat!"

As he spoke, he protected the edge of the bowl, and began to eat the noodles with great gulps.

"Well, the taste is not bad. It can be eaten. The taste of sesame oil is a bit strong. Remember to add bacon and eggs next time. If not, beef tenderloin and fish board are also fine."

After eating the noodles, Ruan Zemiao wiped his mouth and commented.

If he hadn't drank all the noodle soup, Xiang Ming really wanted to pour all the noodle soup on this bitch's face.

Of course, the bigger reason why he didn't do anything was that Ruan Zemiao couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes.

Forget it, Xiang Ming thought, let's not argue with him for the time being.

Unexpectedly, Ruan Zemiao was still testing Xiang Ming on the verge of explosion.

Ruan Zemiao went to get a water glass and stood aside after drinking a big sip of water. Xiang Ming was still sitting on the chair and pretended to be surprised: "What's wrong with you, why don't you leave? I don't need to wash the dishes, right?"

Xiang Ming withdrew the idea of ​​not haggling with Ruan Zemiao just now.

He didn't want to be pissed off by Ruan Zemiao in this room, and Ruan Zemiao might have to fabricate it as "begging for forgiveness from Ming, and forcing each other to die in order to get back together", which would become the biggest stain in his life.

"I'm leaving."

Without even looking at Ruan Zemiao, Xiang Ming got up and was about to leave.

But he stopped at the door and turned around suddenly.

Ruan Zemiao stood on the spot and looked at him, his eyes were too late to look back.

The eyes are full of dependence and sadness.

Sighing, Xiang Mingtiao turned his head and walked back to Ruan Zemiao. At this time, Ruan Zemiao had lowered his head.

Xiang Ming stretched out his arm slowly, and when he was about to touch Ruan Zemiao's shoulder, he hesitated for a few seconds, then retracted quietly.

Ruan Zemiao, who lowered his head, still said unforgivingly: "Aren't you going to leave?"

Xiang Ming: "I forgot to take the bowls and chopsticks, and I promised to help Sister Jiashu take the bowls and chopsticks down for her."

But there has been no action.

The two of them bowed their heads like this, one looked at the top of the other's head, and stood without speaking for 2 minutes.

Xiang Mingzheng was a little dazed, and suddenly saw Ruan Zemiao move, and the next second, he felt a familiar touch in his arms.

He was a little stiff for a moment, standing there like a stake, letting Ruan Zemiao hold him.

Until a slight wet feeling came from his shoulders, Xiang Ming concentrated and felt Ruan Zemiao's body trembling.

He just changed his shirt.

"Why are you crying?" Xiang Ming said in distaste, "Do you know that men don't flick their tears?"

"You fart—"

Ruan Zemiao hadn't finished speaking when suddenly a pair of arms tightly bound her body.

"—I didn't cry..." He broke off and went on.

"Yes yes yes, you didn't cry." Xiang Ming slowed down and patted him on the back lightly.

The bowls and chopsticks after eating noodles were placed on the messy table. Two tall figures hugged each other beside the table. One was in a shirt and trousers with hair combed back, and the other was wearing pajamas and slippers with a chicken nest head.

The picture was unexpectedly harmonious.

……

"Wait a minute, Ruan Zemiao." Xiang Ming resolutely broke the rare warmth between the two, and said, "Tears can flow, but please don't blow your nose on my clothes."

"Fuck."

Ruan Zemiao suddenly pushed Xiang Ming away, and stared fiercely at Xiang Ming with eyes red and swollen from crying.

Xiang Ming made a careful distinction, and said sincerely, "Well, I blamed you wrongly."

Ruan Zemiao was still staring at Xiang Ming, the difference was that his fists had already started to blow towards Xiang Ming's stomach.

Even though Xiang Ming clenched that fist, he explained, "I'm just making a bold guess? One must be aware of danger."

"Not everyone is like you!" Ruan Zemiao retracted his fist angrily, walked to the bed, and sat cross-legged on the bed.

Xiang Ming didn't see anyone at all, followed Ruan Zemiao and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Are you feeling better?" Looking out the window, Xiang Ming asked softly.

Ruan Zemiao: "What?"

Xiang Ming: "Mood."

Ruan Zemiao glanced at Ming and said, "Don't say that the bullshit you said before was just to make me happy. This stalk is too old, I really can't accept it."

Xiang Ming withdrew his gaze from the boundless lawn outside the window, focused on Ruan Zemiao, and said, "What amuses you? What I said just now is sincere."

Ruan Zemiao: "..."

That's right, don't play old tricks.

But why am I even more angry? !

Ruan Zemiao put his elbows on both knees, put his palms on his face, and asked, "Xiang Ming, are they really dead?"

Xiang Ming fell backwards and supported himself with his arms straight behind his back: "...I don't want to believe that they are dead, but I can't believe it."

Ruan Zemiao: "...What about relatives?"

After asking, Ruan Zemiao suddenly thought sadly that Ma Li and Diao Shishi had no relatives in the community, and asked again: "What about relatives and friends? How to accept this matter."

"It's an accident." Xiang Ming thought for a while, and said: "Accidental death. With the ability of this game, it is not difficult for them to do our unexpected death. After the game is completely over, the eight people in the community Will die suddenly in different places and in different ways."

Ruan Zemiao's back felt a little chilled, and then Xiang Ming continued: "And the person who wins in the end, this memory will also be erased."

Both of them felt a chill down their spines.

Ruan Zemiao changed the subject and joked: "Ha, if you survived and learned of my death, wouldn't you celebrate with fireworks? My ex-boyfriend, who was ignorant back then, finally died!"

"I think I'm going to be sad."

Xiang Ming said it word by word.

Ruan Zemiao heard Xiang Ming's words clearly, followed by the sound of his own heartbeat that suddenly started to speed up.

Xiang Ming continued, "So don't die."

"I won't die..." Ruan Zemiao's mood fell to the bottom in an instant, and he said with difficulty: "If I don't die, you must die... But if you die, I don't necessarily live."

"Well, so you don't want to die." Xiang Ming repeated.

"Don't you want to live?" Ruan Zemiao asked back.

"I think... I think, in case there is another way... we can all survive..."

This is the most unashamed sentence Xiang Ming has said in a while.