Love Code at the End of the World

How does it feel to like someone…?

I lay in bed and finally became quiet, I never liked anyone, I didn't know what it was like to like someone. But I knew I wouldn't like Harry because I couldn't help but beat him up when I stayed with him for one more minute. I like someone, it shouldn't feel like I want to get fat.

But I can see who likes who, Xiao Jing likes Harry obviously, when Harry and I stand together, Xiao Jing is always angry, but she doesn't say anything, she just gets bored. Her love for Harry should be profound.

Asina likes the stars because she's always watching the moon. While she was in Silver Moon City, she would keep a quiet eye on Silver Moon City. When she meets Starling River, she brings out the shyness of a teenage girl, and she blushes and becomes less like her usual self.

Xingchuan knew Asina liked him the same way Harry knew Jing liked him. They both look so irrelevant and annoying when they say it! As if they had never been rare for girls to like them.

Bill likes Checky, and whether Sharjah really likes it or not can't tell. But if you compare Bill to Sharjah, I would certainly stand by Bill's side, and Bill's silent guardian is warm and moving. And Sharjah is a man of Silver Moon City, whose purpose is not pure.

I've always felt that love was a long way from me, because, I'm only sixteen, although in three months, I'll be seventeen.

The 17-year-old was beautiful and had once dreamed of his 17th birthday, but Dad said there was a grand bar mitzvah for me, and I didn't expect much for a moment. He prepared the bar mitzvah, as you can imagine.

But I didn't think about liking people either, because under my original plan, seventeen-year-olds had to continue to study hard, and dating was something that might only be experienced in college.

… I should have been twenty years old.

The whole city of Noah is too quiet, quietly I can't sleep, no TV, not to mention computers or other entertainment, the people of Noah City went to bed early and slept together, and I had to go over and over and over in bed thinking.

“Nutrition.” The transmitter just rang.

I picked up the comms, it was Lexius.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I've been in a meeting.” Laheus said he was sorry for me.

I wondered, "Why are you apologizing to me? ”

He still smiled like that, slightly drooping his face, his grey blue hair sliding down his face, wired, making his face more sophisticated on the small screen of the transmitter: “You can't sleep.” He said.

“Yeah.” I nodded.

“So… it's taking you to bed.” He blamed himself a little.

I see, he must have made it his task and responsibility to put me to sleep.

“Lexius. ”

“Hmm?” He looked up at me.

“Don't put me to sleep as a task or a responsibility. ”

He grinned again, touching his head: “I don't sleep much at night anyway. ”

“But this is not the way to go.” I put the communicator next to my face, so that I could develop a kind of bedtime addiction to Lexius.

“Also... always inconvenient, Harry is right, I can't be in your room..." He lowered his face, somewhat embarrassed to say that he still took the matter as a responsibility.

“Actually, I just need some sound.” I turned to Lexius in the comms, “here... do you have a radio or something? ”

“Radio?” Laheus shrugged for a moment, “Oh, that's an old antique...” He smiled suddenly excitedly, "I see what you mean, I'll make you a little robot!” Here he comes again, turning around and walking out of the picture, suddenly he hurries back and smiles at me, "Don't turn off the comms.” After that, he walked away, and then came the sound that made me familiar, whimpering.

Lexius' nagging worked very well and I quickly entered my dreamland.

In front of me was a beautiful sky garden, I stood by a music fountain, and the water columns sprayed from the fountain emerged in the sun one beautiful rainbow after another, beautiful.

The green space by the fountain is like a green blanket with flowers, colorful butterflies and colorful gardens as illustrated in a fairy tale book.

Beautiful music is like the wind chimes in the spring wind, like the collision of mountain springs.

Wearing elegant men and women, they either greet each other or take their children to the fountain to see the fountain, with a happy smile on their faces.

Suddenly, the fountain stopped, the time was like clotting, the fountain was set in the middle of the sky, and the people around them stopped walking, they stood still, the surrounding area became abnormally quiet, only the dingy music in the air.

The music is slowing down, too, like a moist DVD, “Ding... Ding... Dung... Dung... Dung... Dung..." In slower and slower music, those people slowly turned to me, and they looked at me, men, women, old people, children, definitely just me.

I got scared because they didn't have any expression on their faces, and their eyes were empty, but they looked at me together.

I ran scared, everyone turned around and followed me, I ran to the rose counter and gasped, and the people around me still looked at me.

I looked at them in shock, and suddenly, they moved and slowly walked towards me: “Save me... save me... save me... save me...” The mechanical words with no tone echoed in their mouths, and they extended their arms to me and began to approach me like a zombie!

“Stay away from me! Stay away from me!”

The blue light suddenly burst from behind them, their clothes turned into a piece of flying ash in the blue light, pieces of clothes of all colors dancing in front of me like broken petals, their bodies, their faces bit by bit devoured by the blue light, dried up, shattered, a blue light worm like a worm climbed out of their eyes, out of their mouths!

“Save - Me - Save - Me -” their shouts became hoarseness, and they caught me in agony, opening their mouths, and more light worms gushed out of their mouths towards me.

“Ah!” I woke up, sweating!

“Hoo-hoo...”

“Push, punch, punch!” The heart beats violently.

“Lobien! Are you all right?” There was a shout of worry.

I looked away slowly, and the transmitter was still on: "I'm fine. Are you still asleep? ”

Laheus in the comms laughed, raised his hand, and there was a white, cucumber thick pole in his hand: "I'm making you a pole, isn't this thick like a cucumber?” He seemed very proud, as if he had made a satisfactory piece of art.