Chapter 17

Jiang Xiaoyuan paused for a moment and said, "What do I think... you seem particularly afraid that I might run away

Qilian candidly admitted, "You can also say that

He looked gentle and elegant from the front, but from the side, he had a different face. His nose bridge, with glasses on it, was rugged and arrogant, his chin was cleanly scraped, his lips were not very red, but the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, neither warm nor warm, as if carrying a mockery of a wandering world.

Jiang Xiaoyuan chuckled at herself and said, "I'm so poor that I've become a dog. Where else can I go

Qilian turned to the other side and opened the car door for her, saying, "Is your real name Jiang Xiaoyuan

Jiang Xiaoyuan silently sat in his passenger seat, and suddenly, she was drawn to a photo clipped onto the rearview mirror. The photo is a bit outdated, slightly yellowed, and there is a pale faced boy on it. She knows this boy, who is the real appearance under the mechanical face of the lighthouse assistant.

Xu Jingyang, do you know him? "Qilian took off the photo and handed it to her.

Jiang Xiaoyuan instinctively nodded first.

The lighthouse assistant, like her, was tricked by Mingguang and struggled for several months in a parallel space as a disabled person. Is this the time and space?

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "His legs

Um, amputation, "Qilian responded and asked again," What was your original identity? Is it convenient to say

Jiang Xiaoyuan left him confused for a moment - she found herself unable to answer for a moment.

Due to being absent from work for a longer period of time than on duty, Jiang Xiaoyuan cannot even accurately state the full name and position of her workplace, and she has not achieved any accomplishments that can be mentioned in her life. How can she introduce herself? Do I have to say 'I am someone's daughter' or 'I am someone's notorious spendthrift'?

Jiang Xiaoyuan realized for the first time that she couldn't handle it, and her ears turned red when she spoke vaguely, "... she's a white-collar worker

Qilian: "My family background is also good, right? I can tell

Jiang Xiaoyuan felt even more embarrassed and said, "Um... it's okay, isn't it

Qilian's fingers tapped the steering wheel repeatedly, knowing that Jiang Xiaoyuan had reservations in her words. Her family background was probably more than just "okay". As soon as he looked at Jiang Xiaoyuan, he knew she was a pampered young lady, and his disappointment was unbearable. At first, he didn't want to bother her at all. Anyway, they had failed countless times. After all these years, he had gotten used to it. This was not enough, and he would wait for the next one.

But these days his contact with Xu Jingyang, who had become a lighthouse assistant, suddenly broke, and he had to find Jiang Xiaoyuan again.

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "What's going on here? Do you know Deng... Xu Jingyang? Is it possible that you're the same

No, I'm different from you guys. I'm a native, "Qilian said very perfunctorily." He's a friend of mine

He spoke, took out the cigarette case, fiddled with it for a moment, glanced at Jiang Xiaoyuan, and then stuffed it back into his pocket.

Qilian: "After Xu Jingyang went missing, I searched for him for a long time until one day I met someone like him

Jiang Xiaoyuan held her breath and said, "Is there anyone else besides me

Well, a man in his sixties, "Qilian said," is a garbage collector responsible for sorting community waste. He has been making mistakes in his work, and once he almost set fire to his rented house because he forgot to turn off the fire. His family took him to the hospital once and just diagnosed him with dementia

This is closely related, and Jiang Xiaoyuan's rusty brain had to operate stiffly. She asked sensitively, "Why would you care about a dementia old man

Qilian took out an old mobile phone, which was haphazardly bumped around. Upon closer inspection, there were still traces of sharp objects passing through it, like a weathered old martial artist. It was even more difficult than Jiang Xiaoyuan's "remote control", but fortunately it was still usable.

Qilian retrieved a message from an ancient inbox, which succinctly included a person's name, gender, age, and workplace. The address number for the letter was empty.

By the way, all the messages sent from the lighthouse are empty numbers.

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "And then what

Qilian: "I went to see that person. One day, he was sitting on a community bench and I pretended to ask for directions to talk to him. I found him holding a broken ballpoint pen and trembling on a napkin, solving a partial differential equation

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Solve something

Qilian choked for a moment, "Just understand the general meaning

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "I... what about me, I'm an art student - you mean, he's actually been replaced, not the person who used to clean up the garbage, and he's not even crazy, right

Qilian: "No

So what... "Jiang Xiaoyuan suddenly had a terrible guess in the midst of the electric light and fire." No, you mean he was originally a high-level intellectual, but was transferred to this time and space and found himself a garbage collector, still changing, changing

Qilian: "Become a dementia elderly person

The lighthouse takes away the legs of athletes and the intelligence of scientists.

Jiang Xiaoyuan took a cold breath.

Qilian looked at her with a hint of pity and said, "That's what you call a 'lighthouse'. It only shines forward, with shadows behind it

The chills that quickly rose in Jiang Xiaoyuan's heart faded away, and she quickly felt a subtle sense of relief - fortunately, she didn't have intelligence, and the difference between growing her legs and not growing them was not significant.

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "What happened to that old man later

He disappeared, "Qilian said." Like Xu Jing, he suddenly disappeared one day

The two of them fell relatively silent in the narrow sedan space, and after some time, Jiang Xiaoyuan asked softly, "What happened later

Qilian handed her the old phone, which looked like no one had used it for a long time. There was no extra information stored in the mailbox, and several of them were basic information of a person, like cold files. Only the person involved could see from them the lives left in pain and despair.

Jiang Xiaoyuan looked up and said, "Have they all 'disappeared'

No, "Qilian said calmly," those who refused to believe my words later 'disappeared', and some even believed them. They died

Jiang Xiaoyuan cried out in silence, 'Are you dead?'

Qilian: "Suicide - The virus in the lighthouse keeps searching for a scapegoat, and some people cannot accept their identity being occupied, so they committed suicide here... You understand your situation, right? You don't think the virus sent you with good intentions, do you

Jiang Xiaoyuan's mind was in chaos, her lips trembled for a moment, and she gave an unpleasant nod.

Qilian gave her a critical look, maintaining her surface patience while thinking to herself, "Seeing that her intelligence is not high, I'm not stupid enough yet

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Deng... I mean Xu Jingyang. Since he knew clearly that Mingguang was going to pit him and could foresee his own fate, why did he still decisively abandon his identity here and go back to die after arranging everything

Qilian paused for a moment. He didn't want to discuss Xu Jingyang with Jiang Xiaoyuan from the bottom of his heart. He always felt that a young lady with innate intelligence deficiency and acquired emotional intelligence disability wouldn't understand. Therefore, he just said perfunctorily, "For some reason, he can't survive without legs. Instead of living on edge, it's better to find a way to avenge himself - you can understand it this way

Butterflies cannot survive with just one wing flapping. Some people would rather die as martyrs than be manipulated.

Qilian was too lazy to say much, but Jiang Xiaoyuan's heart was not as naive as he had imagined. After all, the lighthouse assistant had given her his whole life, and he was extremely generous, not sparing anything.

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "How did he know he could live on a robot

Qilian paused for a moment and said, "Wait, did Xu Jingyang tell you so much

Jiang Xiaoyuan lowered her head, suppressed her tears, and briefly recounted the ins and outs of her two entries into the lighthouse. Qilian's face finally changed.

He remained silent for a moment, then suddenly pushed open the car door and walked out, standing silently on the street with a cigarette.

Qilian turned his back to Jiang Xiaoyuan, with broad and thin shoulders. He put one hand in his pocket and silently exhaled a faint smoke ring on the gradually dark and gloomy street. The cold wind poured in through the car door he opened, but Jiang Xiaoyuan did not dodge. She curled up in the car seat and watched the vast night sky fall faintly.

When her hands and feet were cold from the cold, Qilian seemed to calm down and returned to the car. The almost gentle warmth on his face disappeared completely, and the corners of his mouth tightened into a line.

He didn't know he could become a robot, nor did he expect such good luck, "Qilian said unexpectedly." At first, he just placed his hope on me, hoping that I could help him keep those people and we could contact each other again. It was really luck. Later, we discovered that if someone like you dies in this world, the virus will soon send a new victim, but there is a rule that at the same time, there can only be one outsider like you, and the virus seems to be able to only teleport people into this time and space

Jiang Xiaoyuan blinked with difficulty.

He told you before that if the virus doesn't have time to find its next identity and stays too long, it will be eliminated by the law. But we can't predict how long it will take, "Qilian stared deeply into Jiang Xiaoyuan's eyes." In other words, you must stand firm in this world, live as long as possible, and not give him another chance

Jiang Xiaoyuan's chest seems to be blocked by something, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Qilian lightly added, "Otherwise, his desperate gamble would be considered a loss

This sentence was like a heavy stick hitting Jiang Xiaoyuan's head. For a moment, she felt the weight of countless lives pressing on her shoulders with this sentence, and she was like a stubborn iron. By chance, she was hit like a blade, crucial. She was weak and vulnerable, in a dilemma, and difficult to handle.

Jiang Xiaoyuan: "Why did you choose me

I don't know, "Qilian said," maybe you lost the least

I don't know if it's Jiang Xiaoyuan's illusion, but she always feels a subtle irony in Qilian's words - yes, as a playboy, to some extent, she is also without substance. She is materially rich and beautiful, spiritually poor and destitute, with nothing to lose except for a lot of bad money.

Perhaps this is also the reason why lighthouse assistant Xu Jingyang chose her - it's said that problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

Qilian exerted a lot of pressure on Jiang Xiaoyuan, both openly and secretly, but did not dare to hold any unrealistic hopes for her in his heart.

He slowly started the car and thought to himself, 'It's really not possible, I can take care of her.'