He Wanying put her legs together, take the A4 paper, the Bible and notes she had just written on her side on her lap, and stretched out her hand to brush away the big flaxen brown wavy hair hanging on both sides of her shoulders and neck.
"Then let's share the question asked by the pastor just now~"She glanced at the cheat sheet, and was caught by Yuan Junfan who was closest to her.
"You forgot it, "Yuan Junfan laughed teasingly twice, "Still peeping. Aye~ Why did you forget all about what you wrote？"
Yu Ruoling quietly listened to their chatter. He used a strong aboriginals accent, and he was a master at ridiculing people without mercy but without making people feel uncomfortable.
"Aye sa~" Yuan Junfan completely ignited the atmosphere of the scene.
Probably because “Aye sa” has some special meaning, Yu stared blankly at another aboriginal girl next her - Gu Ron'en laughed like a pig.
"Hahahaha！！" Gu Ron'en laughed like crazy and almost penetrated the ceiling of the entire church, "Hahahahahaha！...Oig！"
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"...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA！Oig...HAHAHAHAHA！！！！！"
Yu Ruoling only felt that her whole body was twitching. She didn't do it on purpose, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of discomfort rising from her heart.
The audience collapsed, and everyone turned into a group of oigs as if they were poked at the point of laughter.
Help. Yu thought this way countless times, but her chest felt an unspeakable tingling pain.
The hands around her knees tightened subconsciously, and she realized that she wanted to escape from here in embarrassment.
It's running away, and everything she sees and happens makes her stomach sick, whether it's joy, relaxation, freedom, security, peace, rest.
Friendship.
An unstoppable sense of rage surged from the brain in an instant, and the destructive desire to tear and destroy everything with her own hands suddenly rose. The light wood-colored wallpaper on the ground gradually blurred, Yu Ruoling blinked lightly, but the blurred area still occupied her sight.
She didn't cry, did she？The face is dry. Immediately, the sudden "shock" in her consciousness dissipated the will she was trying to maintain, and her thoughts slowly drifted away.
Yu Ruoling actually "saw" Fong Xuan's face exactly like her own, with no sadness or joy not far away from her mind.
And step by step, reaching her.
An extremely great pressure forced her to "quit", she could only watch her body helplessly, and moved involuntarily. Like a wandering lonely soul.
'When you can't bear such a huge killing intent, I will replace you.'
'...Wha、what？Fong Xuan, what did you do…？’The original sense of confusion and anger disappeared suddenly, and Yu Ruoling was horrified to find that the "space" she was in was completely bound and closed by chains. If she didn't get Fong Xuan's permission, she would never even think about going out.
'Don't you know？The another she said lightly in her tone, 'If I didn't replace you just now, that kind of thought would drive you crazy and completely lose your way.'
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'So what！You can't shut me u...'
Fong tapped her eyebrows with her right hand, and the link between the two personalities suddenly lost the signal as if it had been severed.
From her consciousness, she looked faintly at Yu Ruoling, the unconscious protagonist lying on the "ground" in her mind as if the energy had been lost after cutting off the node.
She raised her pitch-black eyes, but at this time, her empty pupils were devoid of any emotion.
Fong Xuan glanced at her hands almost mechanically, and tried to move the left index finger.
Low compatibility. She parted her lips and muttered silently. He Wanying, who was three seats to the right of her, put the pen on the ground and turned it around, the tip of the pen was pointing at her.
Fong Xuan's posture remained the same, but out of the corner of her eyesight, she had already seen the presumptuous blue ballpoint pen.
"What about you, Ruoling？Do you have any future career dreams or goals？"The young consultant looked at new friend shiningly, and the other eleven team members also looked at their new members more or less shiningly.
"Yu Ruoling" seemed to come back to her senses suddenly, and a perfect smile appeared from her mouth.
"Dream？"She rested her chin and thought for a while, "Actor, for now."
"Oh！That's cool！Did you join any acting club at school？"
"Our school doesn't have clubs of this nature, but I have membership on a dedicated website on the Internet."
"Really？！"Gu Ron'en interjected, "I want to participate too！"
She raised her eyebrows in doubt, and then remembered the funny rumors that there was a red carpet avenue duo in the Fellowship, probably Gu Ron'en was one of the duo.
"Yu Ruoling" raised her hand and tried to push the flowing black hair on her back to chest. It was probably the same person after all, and the previous sense of dissonance quickly faded away, and the fluency of body manipulation was as if she had lived here for decades.
But in fact, she is just the only personality separated from Yu, and she also carries all the memories of "Yu Ruoling's brain".
It sounds weird.
After all, she wasn't "born" until Yu was 12, but has most of Yu's memories and fewer emotional changes. Fong Xuan looked at the "dream sharing question" that was still going on, sneaked into her mind and took a quick look at Yu Ruoling.
She admitted that secretly calling out someone's privacy is really not a very glamorous thing, but the curiosity when she was just "born" still couldn't help but drove her to look through Yu Ruoling's memory bank, and there were everything in the bank , but the two years that that guy existed are all gone.
And all of them were transferred to Fong Xuan.
After all, sometimes she and Yu can't tell who is the real "Yu Ruoling". Is it Yu Ruoling, who has lived for 13 years but has been bullied for 9 years；or is it Fong Xuan, who was born only three years ago but has a complete memory？
If Fong Xuan disappears, then Yu will completely forget everything that happened in those two years, and will never remember it.
Like forever.
Maybe it's good to do that, but Yu won't allow it.
Because Fong Xuan was born to maintain her existence.
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White incandescent lamps are on the ceiling, coldly but wholeheartedly giving light to the darkness. The silver-tipped bamboo embroidered curtain perfectly isolates the real world outside, and at the same time isolates the possibility of the cold wind blowing out from the air-conditioning vent.
The dark purple standard double bed sheet quietly gives the whole space a support.
When everything is at the maximum value of lightness, chroma, and expansion, the dark tone of the narrowing nature uniquely allows the light side that makes people feel at a loss to have a moment of relaxation.
The slow-tempo songs played on the bedside reincarnated one after another, and now it was an uncomfortable chromatic scale.
She was half lying on the bed in a daze and almost immediately clenched her fists.
Yu Ruoling came back instead. At the end of the youth group meeting and Fong Xuan entered the elevator to go downstairs, she woke up from her mind, her soul was pushed back into her own body, and then received all the information from Fong's meeting, and her memory was complete again.
It was hard for her to imagine how Fong talked naturally in the party. In the end, she couldn't help frowning, those pictures were like poison, every word, every sentence, was like a sharp knife point ruthlessly piercing her heart. Every breath is a difficult ups and downs, and with a slight movement of the chest, it seems to be mercilessly torn apart, coupled with the biting cold wind from the air-conditioning vent, she enjoys this process almost like being tortured to death by self-sabotage.
Clearly knowing that she should not continue to see or continue to think, but she insisted on looking at the ceiling with nothing, and then repeated all this over and over again.
No more feeling until completely paralyzed, and then pursue again one another.
Yu stared blankly at her hands. She hadn't killed anyone, but still felt that her hands was already covered with black dry blood that stinks and maggots.
Perhaps it would be good to let Fong Xuan replace her once in a while, anyway, her memory will not be lacking, and they are the same person in some kind of conception.
So……
Perhaps.