Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

Chapter 232 No one with the surname Bai or dogs allowed.

As dawn broke, Jiang Qi, an early riser, noticed a new sticky note on the refrigerator: [Miss Lu Xue, who stole some pudding, remember to restock.]

Jiang Qi unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, opened the refrigerator door, and took out a bottle of beverage.

On the second-floor clothes rack, two sets of pajamas were tangled in the wind.

The light gray and moon white fabrics sometimes overlapped and sometimes separated, much like an unfinished embrace.

Lu Zhi was tricked into becoming a laborer. When he was seen again, Lu Zhi was carrying a large wooden plank.

"What is this for?"

Lin Wanchu wagged her index finger. "You wouldn't know this, would you?"

"Of course, it's about creating memories that are uniquely ours."

Lu Xue slowly came downstairs carrying a large bag filled with markers, crayons, paints, and other supplies.

"Come on, everyone has to get involved."

After saying that, Lu Xue looked at the little orange in Chi Miaomiao's arms and said, "Hehe, the little orange has to come too."

As dusk cast long, thin shadows of bamboo, Jiang Qi drove the last bamboo nail into the doorway.

Lu Zhi's fingertips seemed to brush against the back of his hand unintentionally, and Jiang Qi withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

The green bamboo plaque fell onto the bluestone slab with a "plop," splashing up fine golden dust.

"Be careful." Jiang Qi bent down to pick it up, the protruding knuckles on the back of his neck gleaming in the sunset.

Lu Zhi stared at the wood shavings stuck to the ends of his hair, and his throat suddenly tightened.

This posture is exactly like the way he curled up and tried his best to protect him on a stormy night before he lost his memory.

The ink on the bamboo sign was still wet, and the seven different characters were intertwined and mottled.

Lu Xue's neat small regular script was as if it were printed, while Lin Wanchu's wild cursive script almost tore through the bamboo surface.

Jiang Qi's characters are sharp as a knife, while Lu Zhi's strokes always have a touch of childishness, as if he has just learned to write.

Cheng Cuo's signature is so striking it seems to leap off the plaque; his handwriting truly reflects his personality.

Yu Hansheng's cursive handwriting was somewhat messy, but the strokes and lines exuded a flamboyant energy.

The last line, crookedly written "No Entry," was carved by Lu Xue, holding Chi Miaomiao's hand, stroke by stroke.

At the very end of the line of text, there was a large cat paw print.

Lin Wanchu suddenly smiled, "The two children from a collateral branch of the Bai family will be coming tomorrow."

Jiang Qi's fingertips were still stained with acrylic paint, which bleeds a scarlet smear over the word "dog" in the sign "No dogs allowed".

"President Jiang, don't worry, these two are the ones I mentioned before."

"My friendship with them was forged in the dungeons, and it's much cleaner than that bastard Bai Xiaoyu's."

Jiang Qi nodded, staring intently at the crooked handwriting on the wooden sign.

The character “白” at the beginning was written by Lin Wanchu, but his own handwriting suddenly became messy at the character “狗”, as if the brushstrokes were being torn apart by some emotion.

This caused a fine, tingling pain in the back of his neck, as if someone were tugging at his nerves through the mists of memory.

As dusk crept over the fence and courtyard wall, Jiang Qi somehow found himself near the swing set in the yard.

Unbeknownst to them, the moonlight flowed like silver gauze through the bluestone courtyard.

Jiang Qi unconsciously tightened his grip on the swing ropes, and the rattan hanging chair swayed gently in the night breeze.

The wisteria trellis cast dappled shadows behind him, and a few petals clung to the tips of his dark hair, but Jiang Qi was completely unaware.

Suddenly, the back of my neck sank into a comforting warmth.

Lu Zhi cupped his slightly cool skin in his palm, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing against the protruding knuckles, causing a fine shiver to creep up his spine.

"Be careful not to catch a cold." A deep voice, mixed with breath, fell into my ear.

In the rustling of camphor tree leaves, there lies a kind of indescribable preciousness.

Jiang Qi looked down at the two shadows, and the slender wrist was loosely wrapped around his shoulder.

He suddenly turned his head, his icy fingertips grabbing the other person's wrist as they tried to pull away.

"Your hands are always so warm." The fair knuckles rubbed against the skin, then gently circled the protruding wrist bone.

Immediately, the young man looked up, and the moonlight shattered into flowing silver between his eyelashes.

"Why are you here?"

"worry about you."

Lu Zhi stared at the small red mole at the corner of his eye, the night light rippling in the depths of his pupils.

He suddenly ran his thumb across the corner of Jiang Qi's slightly cool eye, the beauty mark under his eye resembling a cinnabar tear that had never dried over the years: "Thinking about that person again?"

Jiang Qi began to speak as if to himself: "Some people say that memory is like a jigsaw puzzle..."

The last syllable faded into the touching palms, and he suddenly buried his face in the other's sleeve, which carried the scent of cedar. "But I don't even have a fragment."

The floral fragrance floating in the air suddenly froze.

Lu Zhi stared at the young man for a long time, a dark undercurrent flashing deep in his pupils.

"When new buds sprout in spring, my brother's memories will surely be put back together like pieces of a puzzle."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Zhi interlocked his fingers with Jiang Qi's, their palms fitting together perfectly.

The wind chimes on the eaves tinkled, startling the wisteria blossoms that covered the trellis. In the shadows where the fragrance wafted, someone could hear the clear sound of the gears of destiny slowly meshing.

The next day at noon, in front of the small courtyard at the end of Qing Shi Lane, two figures were stretched long and slanted by the midday sun.

One of the girls, wearing a crop top, was sucking on a lollipop, her phone screen glowing blue against her collarbone: "Navigation display..."

The words stopped abruptly. "Judging from the address, this should be the place."

"only……"

Suddenly, the boy in the white long-sleeved shirt beside her grabbed the hem of her clothes, the lollipop shattered between her teeth with a "crack," and his finger pointed to the wooden sign outside the fence.

Following his fingertip, a pine plank was crookedly nailed to the flower-covered fence.

The words "No one with the surname Bai or dogs allowed" were clearly written in dark brown ink, and a cat's paw was drawn at the end.

"Sister—" the boy's voice trailed off, his canine tooth pressed against his lower lip, "Look, wouldn't you call this a precision strike?"

"Should we still go in?"

"Tsk, the boss sent us here." Bai Hongyan pulled off the strawberry hair tie and lifted her bangs. "Even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of ​​fire, we have to go."

She touched the wooden door with her toes and stepped into the courtyard.

Lin Wanchu had been waiting in the courtyard for a long time.

The two hit it off immediately upon meeting.

Completely ignoring her younger brother behind her, the girl rushed into Lin Wanchu's arms like an arrow released from a bow.

The two shared a long-awaited hug.

"Boss, it's been so long! I've missed you so much!"

Lin Wanchu stumbled from the impact, but a smile appeared in her eyes.

"Yes, it's been a long time. You're still the same as always."

The boy, left standing to the side, had a sweet smile, revealing a canine tooth.

"One year and four months!" The nasal shout shook a few bamboo leaves to the ground. "Do you know how much we want you back to take charge?"

Bai Hongyan wiped her eyes and got up from Lin Wanchu's embrace.

Besides Lin Wanchu, there were six other people standing in the open space.

Before Lin Wanchu could speak, Bai Hongyan spoke first.

"Hello, you must be our boss's good partners."

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Bai Hongyan, and his name is Bai Hua. He is my younger brother."

“Nice to meet you!”

The group announced their names one by one, and Bai Hongyan became extremely excited when she heard Lu Xue's name.

She strode forward and took Lu Xue's hand.

"Hey, sister-in-law, you're so beautiful, you and our boss are a match made in heaven."

Lu Xue's almond-shaped eyes widened, her face filled with confusion.