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flower shop.

"Boss, I'm here to place an order."

The florist was overjoyed to see that it was yesterday's lucky charm; he was so happy he rubbed his hands together like a fly.

Money is coming! Money is coming again!

"You paid too much money yesterday, so the night-blooming cereus is eighty yuan a pot?"

"Huh?" The boss was stunned. Why was he here to settle accounts?

"I'll take some extra flowers to make up the difference, you don't mind, do you?"

How much are these roses?

"Uh... five hundred." The boss still wanted to make money.

"The cost is thirty yuan, but I'll give you a fifty yuan profit and let you make twenty."

The boss is an idiot. This industry is so secretive, how did Xiao Deng know about it?

Before he could refuse, Lin Mo picked out another bunch of flowers, explaining the cost and profit margin. Several customers in the florist overheard this, glanced at the inflated prices, and began to hesitate.

The boss panicked; this guy was a money-giving devil!

"Boss, there seems to be a big order coming in this afternoon? You don't want to..."

"..."

May your business prosper!

Finally, Lin Mo filled a sack with flowers, first placing it at the foot of Ran Jiang's villa, then rushed to the small shop run by the old man who had just come ashore.

"Old Biden, drop gold coins!"

"roll roll roll."

The old man glanced over and saw it was that trashy little Deng, whom he didn't get along with, with a sour face.

"Is the Little Tyrant (a popular Chinese game console) really that expensive? It's been the same price for so many years. Sometimes you should look at yourself and see if your salary has increased over the years, or if you've been diligently collecting trash..."

Unexpectedly, Lin Mo jumped onto his counter, her face flushed, startling the old man.

"Don't think I didn't know you always hid stones in the scrap metal when you were selling it!"

"You made a fortune running this run-down convenience store by staging accidents! Believe me or not, I'll expose you!"

"And also, you..."

Hearing Lin Mo reveal where he hid his life savings, Old Deng was dumbfounded and could only watch helplessly as Lin Mo made a zero-yuan purchase.

The world is going to the dogs...

Abandoning personal integrity and indulging in a life of immorality.

Old Deng, the shopkeeper, may be a really mean guy, but he does have a lot of good stuff: snowflake building blocks, water toys, watermelon candy, Maltesers, toy cars, bubble gum, and even Ran-chan's favorite tin frog, along with all sorts of random little light bulbs and stickers...

Audi Double Diamonds were my childhood friends, but as I grew up, I only recognized Audi.

Partners? What partners?

Audi Double Diamond, my loan!

Back at the villa, they first cleaned the first floor, which was covered in dust and gave Lin Mo quite a hard time. Then they put the decorations they had collected on the walls.

Just cover it up with stickers of Crayon Shin-chan, Super Beast Force, Firepower Teens, and Fruit Warriors!

Snowflake-shaped building blocks were piled on the sofa, and a large bag of water droplets was scattered into the fish tank where there were no fish.

Watermelon candy, Maltesers, and similar treats are placed on the coffee table.

Small toys like four-wheel drive cars and spinning tops can be piled up on the ground, and people can play with them wherever they want.

The flowerbed was turned over, and the flowers were planted directly with soil attached...

Finally, hang small light bulbs all over the ceiling—the kind that cast a light and shadow pattern on the floor—that's what elementary school students love most.

This is all he can do in the short term. The remaining shortcomings are what he wants to create with Li Qingran...

As dusk fell, about four hours had passed, and it was almost time.

Lin Mo wiped the sweat off his body. Because he did a lot of sports at school, he had clothes in his backpack. After changing into clean clothes, he made his way to Li Qingran's room.

The girl had already kicked off the covers; her clothes were disheveled, and she was frowning deeply in her sleep.

Li Qingran was originally lying upright on the bed, but now she's lying sideways. Luckily, the bed is big enough.

After straightening her body, Lin Mo shamelessly climbed onto the bed and shared a pillow with Ran Jiang...

Until the afterglow of the setting sun cast an ambiguous halo around their shadows,

Li Qingran had a dream,

In her dream, as she slept, her soul was taken away by Mr. Death.

She told Mr. Death

She didn't want to leave; someone had woven a fairy tale for her.

She didn't want him to be sad.

The Grim Reaper said very fiercely that her staying in the world was what made Lin Mo sad.

She was never meant to fit into this world; her birth was a mistake; her childhood only brought trouble to Lin Mo; her existence only aroused envy in others.

She was self-righteous, aloof, conservative, and lived in a past unknown to others.

She knew that Mr. Death was right.

But she loved it so much, so much, she loved being with him, snuggling close together, building their little home together, whispering sweet nothings under the covers, planting flowers together, sharing a bowl of noodles, sleeping in the same bed, reading a book together...

Mr. Death added that Lin Mo was merely indulging her; he was only afraid she would commit suicide, and she had nothing to repay him with.

She was only attracted to his gentleness, only wanted to possess his fairytale, she was just a selfish, bad girl.

Mr. Death stroked her head and said,

Let's go, let's go, let's become ghosts.

You will remain in this moment forever, not only enjoying his fairy tale in nothingness, but also easing his burden.

She still didn't want to.

Mr. Death was very angry, saying that she didn't understand Lin Mo at all and had no idea how hard his life had been.

She felt so wronged.

She wanted to know too, but she was afraid—afraid of knowing the truth, afraid that if she found out the fairy tales were all fake, she would truly have nothing left...

She couldn't speak; her words were so clumsy. She could only be like a dog nestled at the foot of the bed in the dark, gently sniffing his scent, trying to remember his preferences.

She never wanted to understand the ugliness of reality; she just wanted to stay by his side, becoming a silly, foolish little dog...

Why? Fairy tales are so beautiful, why do we have to grow up? Why tell her about reality?

She asked Mr. Death, "Is it a sin not to want to grow up?"

no.

But your childlike innocence can pierce through other people's reality, and that is a sin.

She argued that Shin-chan won't grow up, Conan won't grow up, and Pipilu won't grow up; they are happy and bring happiness to others.

Mr. Death said that Shin-chan has Hiroshi protecting him, Conan was originally an adult, and Pipilu has many friends.

But you didn't.

You are nothing but a burden; your dependence is unforgivable.

You forcibly brought him to your side, but you couldn't even control your sleepiness, you were just wasting his time. He's probably already gone and won't care about you anymore...

Li Qingran said no, she didn't want this. She thought Mr. Death was wicked. She wanted to keep her eyes open, not fall asleep, not close her eyes.

She struck Mr. Death, struggling to break free, and with all her might, woke up, opening her eyes hoping to see his face first...

"I am here."

Li Qingran heard his voice, like a fledgling bird about to hatch, hearing the call from outside the eggshell, not longing to see the sunlight, but only longing to see her loved ones...

The girl finally opened her eyes. A familiar smile, and he was there, just like she remembered.

But the next second, the phantom of Mr. Death appeared, fiercely wielding his scythe, and then seemed about to vanish again...

In a fit of fear, she mustered all her strength to hug him tightly, clinging to him, even though it was so shameless, so insidious, so selfish—just as Death had said, she was a bad girl.

But she wanted it, she wanted it so badly...

She hugged him as intimately as a koala.

"You need to get enough sleep to have the energy to play." Lin Mo chuckled wryly as he patted the girl who was clinging tightly to him. "Didn't you have any nightmares?"

Li Qingran dared not speak, afraid that even a breath she exhaled would cause her to loosen her embrace with the boy.

She had just opened her eyes, but fear made her shrink into his arms, and she closed the window.

"Can I carry you out of bed?"

"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as a yes."

"While you were asleep, I cleaned up the first floor."

Lin Mo, carrying Li Qingran in his arms, opened the door and slowly walked downstairs.

"I think we can't just have a home in the game. You said it yourself, right? Home is wherever I am."

“Everyone has a purpose at home. I’m not doing anything for you, I’m just contributing to this little family.”

"You don't need to feel guilty, and of course you're not just enjoying yourself."

Lin Mo gently stroked her soft cheek, and the girl reluctantly peeked out...

Everything that was once dark and dusty was illuminated by dazzling light; the stark white brick walls were covered in vibrant colors—everything was familiar to her.

It felt like going back to the past.

She knew those round, watermelon-like candies were delicious.

She also knew that snowflake building blocks could be used to make many, many toys.

Water droplets can grow and turn into bouncy little fish; bamboo dragonflies can fly and are hard to get down from the roof; bubble gum smells bad but can blow cute bubbles; the batteries in a four-wheel drive car run out quickly; and the launcher of a spinning top always breaks...

The girl looked at everything familiar, everything rushing into her eyes without any obstruction. Her lips gradually pursed, and the lines of grievance stretched her cool face. Drops of clear tears fell, winding down her face and onto the earth.

"don't want..."

This was all he gave her, but she left him nothing...

"And you...and yours..."

She clutched his collar, her melancholy and broken eyes eliciting immense pity.

She had already sensed it the night before last; the breakdown caused by unequal contributions was a stark and ugly reality.

Even though she hated this reality the most, she couldn't help but crave his efforts and become dependent on the fruits of this one-sided giving.

will die.

Without it, I will die.

“Me? I have one too.” Lin Mo wiped away the tears on her face, still smiling. “From now on, I have the right to use this house.”

"I was worried about where to take a nap at noon, and this place is perfect. You also need to prepare a bed for me so I can sleep comfortably."

"If I ever run out of food, I'll come here to mooch off you."

"That saved me a lot of money on buying a house!"

"Is it a lot..." Li Qingran asked softly, leaning on his shoulder.

"A lot? Of course there are a lot. One aluminum can is worth one cent. I would have to collect tens of millions of aluminum cans to live in a house like this."

"It's your turn. Go ahead, and give me a key."

Li Qingran looked up, gazing at him intently, like a puppy facing a thrown ball for the first time, looking at him helplessly as he threw the ball.

But after only a moment of hesitation, the girl suddenly realized...

It was her turn. She had to retrieve the ball the boy had thrown, carefully hold it in her mouth, and happily run back to place it in his hand.