Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 183 It’s Time to Say Goodbye

With her heart at ease, Villette took out an exquisitely crafted iron box from the pile of items.

Turn the lid of the box, and the crystal clear candy coated with powdered sugar appears before your eyes.

The image of her childhood self being stuffed into a box of candy overlapped with the present moment in her mind. Villette's eyes flickered, and she stretched out her finger to put a candy into her mouth.

It has a refreshing, sweet, unique fruity aroma, exactly the same as I remember.

His attitude changed instantly, and Villette read the reply carefully.

The book that came with the letter was very eye-catching. The fancy cover and eye-catching title made Villette's forehead twitch.

After turning the pages of the book and reading the words inside, I felt even more resistant.

"Snapped."

Closing the book forcefully, a hint of doubt about life appeared in Villette's eyes.

What kind of people are the audience for these words that make people feel uncomfortable when put together?

With her lips tightly pursed, Villette wanted to write back directly to refuse to copy the book. Even if she had to write it, she should at least find something that he could read.

But when his eyes moved to the box of candy, Villette sat back in his chair without saying a word.

The familiar taste of the candy in his memory was a little irresistible to him. He could have replaced it with other candies, but now that he tasted the original flavor, Navilette felt that the taste of other candies became a little bland.

He opened the fancy cover and started writing with a stern face.

That Villette decided to copy two pages and send them back, and then ask the other party for the method of making the candy.

[…The god pinched his slender waist, lowered his head to his ear, and said in a low and magnetic voice, "Heh, are you seducing me, little goblin?"]

"boom!"

A cup on Villette's desk exploded without warning, and the veins on the forehead of the person sitting at the table were so visibly bulging that they could no longer be concealed.

It was the first time that Villette was in a state of panic. She had to put the books away and fold up the eye-catching handwritten texts spread out on the table.

If he looked at it any longer, he would feel like he would lose his eyes. The creepy words, coupled with his powerful imagination, gave the judge goose bumps on his back.

The house was in chaos, and it was not until Villette urged someone to send the letter that he suddenly realized that he had forgotten something important.

Stimulated by the words, he forgot to ask the sender for the candy recipe.

With mixed feelings, Villette held his forehead with his hand.

Recalling the appearance of the boy in my memory, with black hair and black eyes, who looked a little naive but full of energy, does he actually like to read this kind of books in private?

No, this cannot be said to be private. Not only does he like reading it, he even wants me to copy the book so that he can practice day and night...

After closing his eyes tightly, Villette decided to go out and calm down.

Although he only copied a few pages, the impact those words had on him was already great enough.

Rice wife.

If Cheng Yan was excited when he received the reply for the first time, then after seeing the text copied according to his own requirements, Cheng Yan was simply ecstatic.

"Haha! I said he was a good man, he really helped me copy it!"

Guo Beng took a closer look, and after seeing clearly the contents, he retreated in an attempt to avoid it.

"You actually sent this book. The content of this book is disgusting!"

Cheng Yan snorted, "What do you know? This style of writing will definitely become a trend in the future. Many people will like it, right?"

He just likes this kind of story that is a bit earthy and vulgar. It looks cool. The beautiful woman on the mountain is willing to come down to the mortal world. It is beautiful enough to imagine it.

The frequency of sending letters became higher and higher, and Cheng Yan chatted more and more with the people on the other end.

Just by reading the text, you can actually feel that the two people have completely different identities and personalities. Cheng Yan is lively and outgoing, but the other party is always calm and polite, like a gentleman who always restrains his behavior. Even if he occasionally hears words from Cheng Yan that make people want to cover their faces, he still replies seriously.

But every time this happens, one can feel from the text the emotional changes caused by Cheng Yan hidden beneath the other person's apparent calmness.

Cheng Yan also gradually found new spiritual sustenance in letter after letter.

It was like having a new good friend with whom he could talk about anything. Although it was only in the form of words, every time Cheng Yan saw the words, he would feel more at ease.

Just when Cheng Yan thought that days like this would last for a long time, the system, which had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.

[Host, the target Lei Dian Guo Beng's current heartbreak has been reduced to the mission standard. The host can consider comforting him and then start a new mission process.]

Cheng Yan paused holding the pen and looked up at Guo Beng who was sitting opposite him.

The two of them were together almost all the time. Cheng Yan had always been thinking about going to find Zandik in his heart, but to be fair, life in Inazuma was no worse than that in Liyue.

His relationship with Guo Beng was so natural that it seemed as if the two had known each other for hundreds of years.

Cheng Yan could almost imagine the reaction when he said the country would collapse after he left.

He would definitely force himself to let me leave quickly, but if I really left, he would be sad for a long time.

Cheng Yan put down the pen in his hand and looked up at the soft hair on Guo Beng's head.

"Bengzi."

Guo Beng looked up, "What? Are you hungry?"

"Would you be sad if I died?"

"..."

Guo Beng’s head, which was about to hang down, suddenly raised up.

"What sad story have you read?"

Cheng Yan asked again, "I'm serious, what would happen to you if I died?"

Guo Beng tightened his grip on the book and said, "Don't worry, I will burn paper for you, as much as you want."

Cheng Yan smiled, "Then I feel relieved."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and picked up the pen to write again, as if he had never said the words just now.

Guo Beng couldn't bear it anymore, so he stood up and grabbed Cheng Yan's face across the table.

"Hey, what do you mean? Why are you asking such an unlucky question? You've lived for hundreds of years, so how can you die so easily?"

Cheng Yan looked at him with his eyes open, but didn't speak immediately.

Guo Beng frowned, feeling a little more uneasy.

"Is anything going to happen to you? Who threatened you?"

Cheng Yan looked at his worried face and felt sorry for him. He opened his lips but hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"That's right, I won't stay here forever. I can't always be with you."

Guo Beng paused, then released his hand that was pinching Cheng Yan's cheek and shook his head.

"Tsk, I'm not a child. Who needs you to accompany me all the time? Go wherever you want to go. I won't stop you."

Cheng Yan didn't say anything, just kept looking at him.

Guo Beng pretended to be nonchalant but after a few words his expression fell and his mouth pouted, looking very unhappy.

"Are you serious?"

Cheng Yan nodded, "You know, I still have something important to do."

Guo Beng's fingers trembled, then he fumbled around and closed the book he had just opened.

The voice was also a little unstable.

"Then go ahead. He is so important to you. How can I compare to him?"

Cheng Yan grabbed his hand and said, "You are my best friend, no one else. I went to find him because I still like him. I like Inazuma very much. I will come to see you often when I have the chance."

When Guo Beng heard these words, he felt even more aggrieved. He wanted to shake off Cheng Yan's hand but was reluctant to do so.

She turned her head away from him and said, "Why are you telling me when you've already made your decision?"

Cheng Yan put his arm around his shoulders and hugged him gently, "I hope you can live well after I leave."

His voice was a little hesitant, Guo Beng pursed his lips and buried his head in Cheng Yan's shoulder.

"I'm not a child."