Am I really hallucinating?

Chapter 131: Compose Music Together

When Doris woke up, it was already early morning the next day.

There were still traces of tears on her face and marks on the quilt.

The clothes were wrinkled and the hair was messy. If people saw her with this appearance, they would definitely laugh at her. It would not be tolerated by the nuns and she would be scolded.

But this time, she did not wash and tidy up as usual when she got up, but looked around the room.

After observing repeatedly, she lowered her head silently, wondering what she was thinking about alone.

"Looking for me?" A voice suddenly came from the side, scaring her.

The quilt next to her had bulged out at some point, and it turned out that Zheng Fan was lying inside, wearing cool pajamas with a space pattern.

Although it was strange to act like this in his sleep, Zheng Fan attached great importance to the sense of ritual.

"I, I thought you left." Doris felt a little embarrassed.

"In fact, I did leave once, and came back after adjusting myself. By the way, I consulted Binary Girl on how to improve my sleep quality. Unfortunately, sleep quality seems to have nothing to do with me, but with my quilt." Zheng Fan yawned meaninglessly.

"Quilt?"

"Yes, a quilt. At first I felt like it was a pervert, but the more I used it, the better it became. I have completely changed my mind about it. So I strengthened it a bit, I hope it helps." Zheng Fan changed back into his normal clothes and floated sideways in front of Doris.

"Is that so... um..." Doris hesitated, not knowing how to start.

Zheng Fan immediately smiled teasingly upon seeing this: "Ah, Xiaoyang, you cried and fell asleep yesterday, just like a little kid. You were so cute."

"Cry...yes, you made me cry." Doris's pretty face turned red when she talked about this, but she quickly forced herself to change the subject.

"Yes, I made you cry." Zheng Fan crossed his arms and spoke righteously.

If a girl cries, it is either the boy's fault or he is absolutely right.

Zheng Fan felt that he was always right, so he must be the most correct one. Isn't this more perfect than some bullshit perfect light seed theory?

“I haven’t cried in seven years.”

"Wow, do you want me to praise you? I haven't cried since I can remember."

Doris: "I don't mean to show off..."

Besides, even if it was just to show off, why would an illusion argue with her about how long it hadn't cried? Like a child.

"You also heard what the nun said. It was the Seed of Light that prevented me from crying. This kind of thing that exposes one's weakness can easily become a weakness." Doris explained.

"I'm so sorry that your weakness is exposed. Does the Pure White Factor have this effect?"

“The seed is like a mold,” Doris said. “Combined with our behavior and psychology, it grows and interacts with us. While interfering with us, it condenses everything about us into the final fruit.”

"So that's how it is. This is the basis of that old woman's nonsense remarks." Zheng Fan nodded.

Otherwise, how can you take care of children while letting them play a chicken-eating competition, where they cannot survive without fighting, and then create a saint who has experienced hardships, has great love and is strict with self-discipline?

Maybe it's not impossible, but the possibility is very small, lower than the probability of unscrupulous card drawing game manufacturers, and even without a minimum guarantee. However, the mutual influence of the pseudo-pure white factor can increase this possibility.

In a semi-mandatory form.

It turned out to be the case.

Zheng Fan realized that perhaps it was not just the imitation pure white factor that could stop Zheng Fan from forcibly possessing him.

The general imitation pure white factor is not as mature as Doris, and the most important thing is this perfect partition, she will not show any wavering to the outside world.

Even if Zheng Fan could take advantage of even the slightest loophole, Doris's pseudo-pure white factor would forcibly help her fill all possible loopholes.

But, if it wasn’t possible then, it’s hard to say now.

It is known that Zheng Fan himself is always growing at a speed that he himself cannot understand. After absorbing the wind of lostness, he has dabbled in the psychological concept of confusion.

This was used to successfully interfere with Doris the previous night, bypassing the defense line formed by the imitation pure white factor.

In other words, if Zheng Fan tried again now, perhaps he could forcibly possess and absorb Doris.

But is it still necessary?

Doris stood up, wiped her tears, straightened her appearance, and finally bowed gently to Zheng Fan. This etiquette of the monastery may be derived from some local aristocratic history. If Doris were to do it, it would be just like her image. Anyone else would think she was a delicate princess like a doll. "Thank you, Mr. Music."

"Music... I don't really like music that much. And my name is Zheng Fan, this is my name."

"But I like your music." Doris looked at Zheng Fan bluntly.

Zheng Fan was a little confused about why he got another weird name. You guys just don't want to call him by his real name, right?

It turns out that the only person who has called him by his name for such a long time is some crazy red-haired woman?

"That's not my music, I just play it for fun... Never mind, it's also a kind of progress." Zheng Fan didn't care.

He then asked: "But what are you going to do next?"

Speaking of this, Doris's originally bright expression suddenly dimmed again, and she returned to her usual feeling: "My mother-in-law agreed to the deal, and I am satisfied with this. Even if my love becomes a tool for others, I don't think it is love's fault."

"This is a very healthy idea." Zheng Fan gave a thumbs up. "However, in this case, the prerequisite is that you have to fulfill the transaction."

"Becoming a lamplighter is not a bad thing. I am not opposed to being a lamplighter, or rather, I have always admired them. The child of that mother-in-law must be a great person, as he can make her so persistent and give her ideals." Doris lowered her eyes and whispered.

"You're really too good."

What does it have to do with you if someone is kind to you? They didn't protect you, and the old woman tortured you for it, and in the end you still have to shine for others.

This moral kidnapping is hard to describe.

Zheng Fan thought so, but he didn't say it out loud.

"Maybe. Otherwise, how could my mother-in-law like me?" said Doris.

This is the answer.

Doris is different from the vicious Lin Yilin and the violent daughter Jiang Si.

Wanting to do good for others is not something that requires in-depth analysis, digging deep into the matter, weighing interests, and constantly engaging in ideological argumentation in order to figure it out.

She's a kind child, it's just that simple.

Of course, I don’t mean to say anything bad about Lin Yilin and Jiang Si. Lin Yilin is also very kind and does have bottom lines. As for Jiang Si... well, that’s another matter. Let’s talk about it after she figures it out.

Zheng Fan just thought that Doris was actually quite simple.

However, this pure kindness has grown into a strange form in this distorted environment.

Doris was not indecisive.

Even though she cried so hard last night that she cried herself to sleep, she still couldn't forget that she was the top player in the monastery chicken contest.

"So you still want to be the lamplighter?"

"...No, unfortunately, I am no longer suitable to be the lamplighter." Doris said lightly.

Zheng Fan:?
Before Zheng Fan could ask, Doris looked at him again with her clear blue eyes and opened her lips slightly: "Mr. Music, help me."

"Playing music?"

"End the Abbey."

“Maybe there’s no such song.”

Zheng Fan habitually made light-hearted jokes.

Doris tilted her head slightly and raised her lips in an inconspicuous arc, but in Zheng Fan's eyes it was quite clear and eye-catching.

The morning breeze blew into the room through the half-open window, lifting the curtains and bringing Doris's hair with her.

There is no sunshine in the strict sense in this world, but Doris herself seems to be the light.

"Then let's compose music together."

She extended an invitation to Zheng Fan.

(End of this chapter)