Wang Xiaoming looked at him blankly for a while and said, "I suddenly don't want to die. I don't want to die." He murmured, as if he thought of the scene of his gray hair and panting on the bed.

Barr was puzzled by his sudden sigh, "In terms of human nature's obsession with matter and fear of the future, not many people want to die."

Wang Xiaoming said: "But before, I often felt that even if I really died one day, it would be great. At least, mom, dad and brother don't have to suffer because of me anymore."

Bar said: "You think it's different now? Even if they don't die, they don't have to suffer?"

"You have to suffer too." Although he met the fallen angel and the two seemed to have established a relationship with each other, he never felt that his bad luck would disappear because of this. He muttered in a very soft voice, "But I can't bear to leave you." When he first met Barr, he wanted to wink him away in the blink of an eye, and never thought that one day he would be reluctant to leave him.

Barr's eyes were soft, but he quickly moved to another place, "Don't worry, if you really go to hell or go to heaven, I will definitely go see you."

Wang Xiaoming said worriedly: "Do you think I will go to hell or to heaven?" Although he had never done anything bad, there were many people who were implicated by him.

"It's as you like." Barr said, "I'll give you wherever you want to go."

...

"Don't be too anxious. I want to spend more decades to figure it out." Wang Xiaoming stared at his hand carefully, for fear that he would send himself to the West to the West... Oh no, it's to heaven.

Barr turned to look at the basketball machine, "This is good."

Wang Xiaoming said nervously: "What do you want to do?"

Barr snapped his fingers, then spread his hands and said, "I did nothing."

...

"Where did the basketball machine go?" Wang Xiaoming looked at the sudden extra open space.

"What does it have to do with me?" Barr was about to walk out.

Wang Xiaoming pounced on him, grabbed his hand and said, "You won't turn him back to the dormitory, right?"

Barr said impatiently: "So what?"

"That's a thief." The so-called catching a thief is a pair, catching a thief is a good thing, it's not easy to hide such a big thief.

Barr said: "Do you think I will be found?" He snapped his fingers several times.

So the basketball machine was like a flash, and it didn't exist in front of Wang Xiaoming for a while.

...

Seeing him shaking his way, Barr frowned and said, "What's wrong with you?"

"It was flashed."

Wang Xiaoming walked to the bar, finished the dessert in one breath, and said while drinking a drink: "Let's go home?"

Barr said seriously: "Do you love me a little more tonight?"

"puff."

The liquid that Wang Xiaoming sprayed straight through Barr's body.

...

Barr's expression was unpredictable and profound, "Lying down."

Wang Xiaoming looked around and saw the cold floor, "Here?"

Barr raised his eyebrows.

Wang Xiaoming put down the drink, slapped the drink splashed on the ground, and slowly lay on the ground.

Fortunately, the air conditioner in the galaxy was turned on very well, so even if the ground was marble, it didn't feel cold.

Barr's hand was placed on his chest.

Xiang Wenxun's name on the Black Star Bead became even lighter. His name became lighter, but a layer of silver light faintly revealed, and the font has not changed much.

The physical recovery can be said to be a thousand miles a day.

Now you can see a whole leg and a knee-to-knee calf.

Bar was very satisfied, "Tell Xiang Wenxun, we will come every day."

...

Then he has to ask for leave every day?

Wang Xiaoming hesitated to give up his thoughts. It was enough to go to work every day and wait for get off work to make him feel embarrassed. If he doesn't even work now... wouldn't he have to get a salary?

"Actually, dating requires diversity. It's like eating the same dish for a long time, you will always get tired of it."

"Didn't you say that you only want to find someone to love in your life?" Barr asked unhappily.

"These are two things." Wang Xiaoming didn't expect that he would remember so much. In addition to being surprised, he couldn't help but feel happy. "Well, of course, my lover can only have one in his life. But I can't eat the same food every day. It's like eating too much lamb chops, and it will taste like sheep."... Oh, what was he talking about?

"Then do you have any other good ideas?"

The door was knocked twice and pushed open from the outside.

The waiter walked in and looked at Wang Xiaoming who was lying on the ground in surprise, "Mr. Wang? Do you feel anything uncomfortable?"

Wang Xiaoming then realized that he had been lying on the ground and didn't get up. He smiled dryly and said, "It's nothing, I just sit ups. Uh, I've played too much games, and my back hurts my legs and cramps, so it's already cured." He quickly stood up.

The waiter blinked. Why did the words "So sore waist, back, and leg cramps sound so familiar?

"Uh, I want to..."

"Mr. Xiang has also arranged fireworks for you on the top floor. Please come here." The waiter nodded and turned to lead the way.

fireworks?

Wang Xiaoming had a cold war. The memories of being burned by fireworks when he was a child were surging in his mind.

"Don't leave?" Barr is now very confident about Xiang Wenxun's arrangement, so he turned around and urged him.

Wang Xiaoming sighed and followed silently. He hoped that someone would be responsible for the fireworks.

...

But reality is obviously not as beautiful as imagined.

Wang Xiaoming looked helplessly at the empty venue and a pile of fireworks that were obviously abandoned, walked over with his fate, took out one of them, placed it in the middle of the open space, and then took out a lighter.

The moment the flame ignites, fear hits my heart.

He looked at the fuse on the fireworks and hesitated whether to reach out.

The fire is extinguished.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can't even ignite the fire?" Barr was speechless.

"It was just a strong wind just now." Although he had always been a cowardly and useless image in front of him, Wang Xiaoming didn't like this image to be deeply rooted. He took a deep breath and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

The moment the flames and fuses touched, he screamed and fled.

After escaping about □□m, he turned around, then looked at the dark sky and said in surprise: "Where is the fireworks?"

Barr said calmly: "If you don't like it, don't let it go, and no one will force you."

Wang Xiaoming lowered his head and walked back, and said, "But I want you to see it."

"The fireworks in the human world are just handmade vulgar things. What's the best thing to look at?" Barr said disdainfully.

...

The game consoles in the human world are also handmade.

Wang Xiaoming shook his eyebrows, but he knew in his heart that he gave up because of his fear. He was still looking forward to it just now. "Well, are there no fireworks in heaven and hell?"

"Hell is more about the sparks of battle." Barr stood on the top floor and looked down at his feet, with a kind of aura of looking down on the world. "There is no fireworks in heaven. Because those angels who think they are holy prefer pure natural scenery."

“For example?”

"The tumbling colorful clouds." As Barr said, a trace of nostalgia flashed across his face.

"Bar." Wang Xiaoming couldn't help but say, "I heard that the fallen angels have a reason for the fallen fall. What is your reason?"

Barr's face turned cold and he said for a while: "Unhappy."

...

This is also a reason? Wang Xiaoming doesn't know what to say.

“No matter how beautiful or pure the heaven is, it is just a pile of countless lies and patience.” Barr said coldly, “Because it is the closest place to God, it cannot accommodate change. If you are not used to it, there are only two ways. Patience or leave.”

Wang Xiaoming felt enlightened: "So you are not used to it?"

"I just hate singing the same song year after year, sitting on the same thing, looking at the same people, and saying the same words." Barr said, "They do have peace, but not from sincerity, but habits. They even hate new styles of clothes." At this point, his expression was gritting his teeth.

...

Wang Xiaoming licked his lips and said, "Did you do the clothing business when you were in heaven?"

Bar: "…"

"I fell down because of bad business?" His expression just now was too much like complaints and complaints after the business failed.

Bar: "…"
To be continued...