The Journey of the Plane / The Journey of the Plane: Looking for Lily

Whether it's on the table, on the floor, on the wall, or in the closet...Ming Yanwei can't help but remember Zhang Heng's memories, either the things Zhang Heng bought to please her or the things she pestered Zhang Heng to buy!There is nowhere for her to hide!

Ming Yanwei closed her eyes in despair.

I thought I could prevent memories from appearing in the darkness, but unexpectedly, a familiar smell lingered around me, as if Zhang Heng was still by my side...

Zhang Heng.

Zhang Heng Zhang Heng.

The nostalgic and worrying name swayed back and forth in her heart again and again, and before she knew it, the figure of that man actually appeared in Ming Yanwei's mind, standing quietly at her right now. In front of her, her eyes were affectionate, and she looked at her with a slight smile, just like the big boy who made her heart palpitate back then.His lips opened and closed slightly, as if he wanted to say some tiresome love words... What was he talking about?Ming Yanwei subconsciously wanted to step forward and listen, and wanted to hear an apology from Zhang Heng's mouth, but Zhang Heng's voice was so hazy, as if he was in a different space, and he couldn't hear clearly.

Ming Yanwei approached again.

Unexpectedly, the sunny Zhang Heng was replaced by the scarred man who looked like a nightmare.

"Your little boyfriend left you and ran away~"

"If you find this kind of person as a boyfriend, you might as well find us brothers, wouldn't you?"

The cold voice broke all the phantoms in an instant, Ming Yanwei blinked her eyes in fear, and only then did she realize that the scene in front of her had already changed, the dark forest, and the surroundings were full of faces like ghosts She seemed to have returned to the desperate state where she was completely immobilized by the rope.

The heart suddenly shrank together.

Do not!

No!

Obviously knowing that these are just her own fantasies, she has been rescued and is now in her own room, but everything in front of her is so real...

In a trance, Ming Yanwei seemed to experience another future.

A future not saved by Moli.

In the end, she was thrown on the ground like rags by those disgusting men to fend for themselves. They also took pictures of her ID card and many pictures, and said that they would have to do more in the future while patting her dirty face. Play with.The morning sun gradually fell, but she couldn't feel the slightest bit of warmth... The police kept silent, the neighbors pointed and pointed, and Zhang Heng finally appeared but didn't dare to look directly at her. The hooligan who came up and knocked on the door while shouting obscene words outside the door, swallowed up her only hope little by little.

Why did this happen?

She was self-defeating and asked herself this question over and over again, but she couldn't get an answer.

perhaps--

This is fate, right?

So heartbroken, she resigned to this fate and finally became a slutty woman who had never thought of it before. It doesn't matter if her already dirty body gets a little dirty... Blinking her eyes unconsciously, she suddenly ran along her cheeks The cold tears that fell down finally brought Ming Yanwei back to reality.

Confused and helpless looking at the ceiling in front of him, his body was still trembling slightly because of the terrible phantom before, not knowing why he fell into that kind of nightmare.

--very scary.

——If there is no little girl, will her future be like that?

Ming Yanwei suddenly felt that her body was going cold all the time, and couldn't help but curled up on the bed sideways.

Tears can't stop.

The feeling brought to her by the hallucination was so real that she felt that everything was real, as if she had really experienced that pain.For some reason, I saw Zhang Heng's face again in the tearful field of vision, so gentle, with such a bright smile on his face, as if he wanted to stretch out his hands to hug her... Ming Yanwei subconsciously stretched out her hand and wanted to The hands that were getting closer and closer to Zhang Heng touched each other. At first, I thought it was just another illusion, but unexpectedly, my hands didn't catch empty, and they really caught something.

Blinking his eyes blankly, he realized that the thing he got was a white photo frame.

Tears flowed up even more uncontrollably in an instant, and the pain hit again, Ming Yanwei couldn't get her breath, and breathed heavily like a dying fish.

why--

This person wasn't there when she needed him most?

In the photo, she hugged him tightly and smiled at the camera very happily. The two of them were filled with a kind of sweetness that only couples in love can have.The smile is natural and happy, and the atmosphere is of course extremely warm, but at this moment, Ming Yanwei sees everything as shocking.

The two people smiled happily and sweetly, as if mocking Ming Yanwei's desperation and embarrassment invisibly.

Ah.

Ironic.

Did she ever think that she would become like this now?

It was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Ming Yanwei's nerves that had been tense all the time finally broke. After a self-deprecating sneer, she fell into a breakdown—holding the photo frame tightly with her right hand, she buried her face in the quilt , Mingming tried hard to restrain himself from shedding another tear for this man, but the tears kept pouring out crazily, and even the crying could not be suppressed in the end.

Why……

Why abandon her?

"I want to learn bow and arrow to protect you."

The firm words that Zhang Heng said in person still echoed clearly in his ears. Ming Yanwei's tearful eyes were tearful, and she clutched the bed sheet in pain.

But you didn't save her...

She clearly promised to protect her forever...

Whether in reality or in illusion, Zhang Heng did not save her.

Zhang Heng's oath is like a joke.

Laughing back from grief, Ming Yanwei couldn't help crying and laughing, the crying was mixed with fragmented laughter, tears rolling down drop by drop like broken pearls.Because her head was buried in the quilt, her crying was suppressed, but it was a pity that it still couldn't escape Moli's ears.

——How to make people bear not to worry?

Looking secretly at Ming Yanwei's suppressed crying outside the door, Mo Li felt a little uncomfortable, and some complained that she was like a fool who didn't know what to do.

Make sense.

She really wanted to rush directly to comfort Ming Yanwei or do something.

But how should she comfort her?

What can she do for such a sad Ming Yanwei?

Mo Li doesn't know anything, there is only a blank in her head, after all, she has never had the experience of comforting others when they are in pain and helpless, even if she has played dozens of galgames?A game is a game, and reality is reality, and it is impossible to compare the two together—when her parents both died, Mo Li naturally encountered many self-righteous people who came to comfort her by force, and it didn't have any effect. It has the opposite effect, so she doesn't want to become the kind of person who doesn't know how to comfort but is stupefied and forced to comfort others. It seems that when others encounter misfortune, she can show how gentle and kind she is by just saying a few words with pity. Same.

and so……

Could she just stare blankly at Ming Yanwei and cry?

Mo Li is not hard-hearted. Although she knows that she is not a good person with a sense of justice, she is not a ruthless person.

It was impossible to be indifferent to such a ill-fated woman crying heartbreakingly in front of her.

Because she didn't know what to do, Mo Li walked back and forth in distress.

Sudden footsteps stopped, she thought of the standby computer in the study next door, and a bold idea came up in the next moment!Although it is a bad idea, but there is no other way now, anyway, in this situation, it is undoubtedly Mo Li's only salvation!

She doesn't know.

But that doesn't mean other people don't know, does it?

With this intention in mind, Mo Li hurried to the study quietly.

Sitting in front of the desk, he woke up the computer directly from the standby mode with ease, then opened the browser and boarded Du Niang, who probably knew everything.

only……

How can she find the answer she wants?

Moli, who was confused by some Zhang Er monks, just thought hard for a while, and then finally decided what he should do. He stretched out his hands, and typed a string of words on the brand new keyboard very smoothly - "How should I do?" Comfort the woman who has been emotionally hurt?" After typing, he hit the Enter key in a smooth manner, and in the next second, a lot of answers to this question popped up on the page that was originally blank, densely packed, filling the entire page, Seeing Moli is a little dizzying.

Mo Li could only patiently look at the ostentatious answers one after another, looking for the most reliable and credible answer post after post.

And the answers are of course varied.

Anything.

There were even a lot of weird answers coming out one after another, so that Mo Li didn't even have the desire to complain.

Of course, what makes Mo Li feel helpless is that those answers that seem to be more reliable are, without exception, just to be as considerate as possible to others when expressing comfort. It's fine for a child to play with his temper... But doesn't Mo Li understand this?Of course she knew that Ming Yanwei, who had a stronger personality, might throw her out with a cold face because she felt that she was crying so ugly and humiliated!So she's already prepared, but she needs some concrete words of comfort, okay?

How to comfort?

Do you just say "Don't cry" dryly?

Wow--

Mo Li felt so embarrassed!I always feel that Ming Yanwei is in a bad mood and directly replies "I can cry if I want to" to make her unable to get off the stage.

Why is it the best answer without describing the specific comfort content!

Useless hot chicken Du Niang!

Just when Mo Li wanted to put down the mouse in her hand and was about to give up using Du Niang to find the answer, she happened to glance at the bottom answer of this question, which was obviously a bit special, the number of likes was neither high nor low, and it There are only four simple words.

— Lend her shoulder.

no--

I can't be so decadent anymore, I want to revise it carefully, revise it quickly, there is no future if I get stuck in this volume!

Volume III Infinite Horror: VII. Lend Your Shoulder

Lend her shoulder?

Yup!

Just lend her shoulders!

As soon as Mo Li saw this answer, she immediately closed the webpage, her eyes lit up slightly, no doubt she felt that it was more reliable than other answers.

Anyone who has read "Infinite Horror" knows that Ming Yanwei is soft on the outside and strong on the inside.

It seems weak and pleasant.

In fact, it is extremely strong.

Whether she told Mo Li about Zhang Heng's abandonment of herself as a joke before, or hiding in the bedroom while suppressing her crying while secretly wiping her tears, it all proves that she doesn't want to show her fragility in front of outsiders— ——Even if she was deeply hurt by someone she trusted today, she still unconsciously chose to hide her cowardice, and even pretended not to care when facing Mo Li, not wanting Mo Li to worry about herself, but Hypnotizing yourself with this behavior can completely free yourself from the endless vortex of sorrow.

Just because she knew Ming Yanwei's character, Mo Li didn't want to run into the bedroom bluffing, and stood in her ear without back pain and said a lot of words like don't cry.

After all, a carelessness is very likely to make the result counterproductive, isn't it?

Moli was just a dead house before time travel.

I really don't have confidence in communication, and I don't think my conversation skills are very good.

In fact, Mo Li knew that Ming Yanwei was only temporarily vulnerable, and after a long time, she could completely cheer up on her own, without the support of others at all.The reason why it is so painful now is that I can't adjust my mentality in a short period of time. The more I think about it, the more painful it becomes, and the more I think about it, the more entangled.

It is impossible for Mo Li, who has been touched to the soft spot in her heart, to let others cry for several days, the only thing she can do at this moment is to stay by Ming Yanwei's side.

There is no need to condemn Zhang Heng with her.

There is no need to tell her to stop thinking about Zhang Heng asking for trouble.

Just let Ming Yanwei know that there is someone beside her who can rely on, trust and feel at ease.

Do as soon as you think of it, Mo Li will not hesitate after thinking it over, after all, hesitating will only waste time.Leaving from the computer and taking a deep breath, she didn't have time to think about the computer that hadn't been turned off, but mustered up the courage to leave the study all the way to Ming Yanwei's bedroom, approaching cautiously—because Mo Li's footsteps were very loud. It was very light, Ming Yanwei, who was curled up and buried in the quilt and was sobbing, didn't notice that Mo Li was slowly approaching, completely immersed in her own world, shaking her shoulders from time to time with the intermittent sobs.

Mo Li, who came to the bed silently all the way, stopped, and gently lifted the notepad that had been written before stepping into the bedroom and placed it in front of her body.

He wanted to poke Ming Yanwei's arm.

But I feel uneasy again.

The little right hand that was half extended subconsciously retracted.

After hesitating for a while, she finally made up her mind and poked it lightly without hesitation.

Ming Yanwei, who covered herself in the darkness and cried secretly, was of course much more sensitive to external stimuli than usual. She immediately noticed a subtle and strange feeling coming from her arm, so she went straight from the pain-ridden place. In the world, he came back to his senses, subconsciously raised his head.

Her teary and swollen eyes just met the delicate words on the notebook.

"I'll lend you your shoulder"

The slender fingertips resting on the notebook seemed to know where her eyes had seen, and the next moment, they pointed to the following line with a tacit understanding.

"Don't cry, okay?"

This process is naturally silent.

But looking at the words on the notebook that don't look like those written by a child, Ming Yanwei seems to have really heard the voice, the voice is immature and clear but extremely gentle, the voice is so careful, I don't know how to comfort someone, but in the end I can only clumsily In a flattering tone, softly begging her not to cry anymore... If Moli could talk, her voice must be as pleasant as this, right?Ming Yanwei looked up silently with some complicated emotions, not realizing that she had forgotten to cry unconsciously, her eyes looked over the notebook, and looked at Mo Li's expressionless but extremely delicate face.

The dull and empty gray eyes stared straight at it.

Don't blink.

Obviously this kind of appearance without a trace of emotion should make people afraid, but Ming Yanwei inexplicably only feels that a burst of sunshine that penetrates into the soul is gently knocking on the door of her heart.

——why be afraid

——Obviously Moli is so gentle, isn't she?