Quick Wear: An honest man is always criticized for forced love

Chapter 211 What? You don't welcome me?

"Have we met before?" Shen Jun asked curiously.

The old man didn't say much, just smiled calmly, and then slowly placed his gaze on the unopened flower bud in Shen Jun's hand.

"Yes, I have. But I have seen you, but you may not have seen me." The old man said, moving his thumb a few times to turn the beads on his hand down a few times.

This was even more confusing, and Shen Jun didn't know how to respond.

After a few seconds of silence, the old man was the first to break the awkward atmosphere. "What a pity," the old man said, and raised his fingertips lightly. The flower bud in Shen Jun's hand flew out and fell into the old man's hand.

"You can bloom beautifully on the branches, why do you cling to something that doesn't belong to you?"

As the old man spoke, a faint white light emanated from his palm, and the flower bud that was originally about to bloom suddenly blossomed.

Like countless gardenias in this bush, it blooms unreservedly, fully displaying its pure white petals, as if afraid that its shine will be snatched away by others.

The old man lowered his eyes and looked at the blooming flower in his hand, a faint smile appeared in the corner of his eyes. Then, he handed the flower to Shen Jun in front of him.

Shen Jun took a look at the flower and reached out to take it out of politeness.

"Thank you..." Shen Jun said as he smelled a strong fragrance from the flower. For some reason, Shen Jun felt dizzy when he smelled the scent of the flower.

"Would you like to walk with me here, good boy?" The old man still looked at Shen Jun with a smile, but his tone carried a hint of irresistibility.

After a few seconds' pause, Shen Jun wanted to refuse because this person was so strange.

But before he could say no, Shen Jun's legs moved on their own, carrying Shen Jun's body, forcing him to follow the old man's footsteps and walk out.

Before I could even marvel at the changes in my body, I heard the person in front of me say, "Don't worry, it's just a little trick. Just think of it as accompanying an old man like me who is about to die. It won't hurt you."

The old man's tone was slightly amused, and it sounded like he was coaxing a naughty child.

"These flowers were planted one by one by Yan Feng," the old man said as he picked up a flower and held it in his hand.

"When he first came here, it was all bare, but now it's all over the mountains."

"Do you know Shen Yanfeng?" Shen Jun asked curiously.

"I know you. Not only do I know you, we are also... very good friends." The old man said this without turning around. He just put the flower he had just picked to his nose and smelled it.

"Friend? But he never seemed to mention you." Shen Jun was obviously skeptical about what the old man said.

"Is that so? Then I'm really sad. It was him who begged me to create you." The old man said and threw the flowers in his hand to the ground.

The white flower was stained with mud, looking a little pitiful, but the next second, the flower was stepped into the mud by the old man.

"What... do you mean?" Shen Jun paused, but the next second he was carried by an unknown force to catch up with the old man.

"Nothing. Didn't Shen Yanfeng say that the original intention of creating you was to see why so many people in this fast-travel drama don't follow the rules and want to stay in the plot?"

Hearing this, Shen Jun did not answer him, but only cast his gaze on the old man's back, and his guard against him increased a little more.

"You don't have to look at me like that, and you don't have to build up defenses against me in your heart. My dear child, I know everything you are thinking."

The old man said, and then turned to look at Shen Jun, "I said, I also participated in the process of creating you, so I know everything you think."

There was no way Shen Jun was willing to believe the strange old man in front of him. If he was not forced to do so, he would have turned around and run away instead of wasting time talking to him.

But his legs seemed not to be his own and did not obey him at all.

"You don't have to disbelieve me. I know everything you think and everything you've experienced here.

I also know that every time you come back from the script, Shen Yanfeng will lie to you and say that he has absolutely no memory of the plot, and everything he did to you was influenced by the plot, right?"

Hearing this, Shen Jun's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at the old man in front of him with some disbelief. Although a little surprised, DNA didn't say much.

"You don't have to look at me like that. There are three scripts in total, and Shen Yanfeng has never forgotten a single one. His memory and life are things he would risk his life to protect, so it is impossible for him to choose to forget everything and follow you into the script."

The old man said this seriously. Shen Jun looked at him and opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

"At first, he might just want to use you to test why so many people would rather lose everything and suffer punishment to stay with their loved ones, but now, I think he is..."

The old man was halfway through his words when a familiar yet quiet voice suddenly interrupted him.

"What is it?"

Shen Jun listened to these four short words, but he felt an inexplicable bitterness in his heart.

Turning around, not far from the sea of ​​flowers, Shen Yanfeng, dressed in plain clothes, was walking towards Shen Jun step by step, stepping on the waves stirred by the wind.

His eyes fell on Shen Jun, but the words he spoke were not intended for Shen.

"I went to the system building and found that you were not there. I didn't expect that you came to my house. You are in a very elegant mood."

Shen Yanfeng's tone was as calm as ever, making it difficult to hear his emotions. He walked quickly to Shen Jun and blocked him behind him.

A shadow was cast in front of him. Shen Jun looked at the broad back of the man who came. He couldn't describe the feeling in his heart for a moment.

The moment Shen Yanfeng blocked him, Shen Jun found that the shackles on his legs had disappeared and he seemed to be able to move freely.

So he took a step towards Shen Yanfeng's back, closing the distance between them.

"Really? Maybe you got tired of the view from the rooftop, and suddenly you remembered that you have a sea of ​​flowers here, so you wanted to come and take a look."

When the old man saw Shen Yanfeng, the smile on his face deepened and his thumb quickly twirled the beads a few times.

"Thank you for your concern. If you like it, I'll ask 001 to send a few pots to your rooftop to grow next time, so you don't have to come all the way here."

Shen Yanfeng and the old man looked at each other, and the two powerful magnetic fields collided with each other, making Shen Jun feel a hint of tension in the air.

"Why, you don't welcome me?" The old man turned the beads in his hand, with some displeasure in his tone.

But Shen Yanfeng smiled calmly and said, "How could that be? The entire fast-travel game was once yours. You can go wherever you want. How can you say you are not welcome?"

"But you also know that my flowers are delicate. If they are stepped on or killed by pollution, I would probably be unhappy."

As Shen Yanfeng was speaking, his eyes met the old man in front of him. The air seemed to be filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. Shen Jun was standing behind Shen Yanfeng, and was completely blocked by him so that he could not see the expressions on the faces of the two people in front of him at all.

"Really? I don't know when you valued these flowers so much. Maybe you forgot that I also fertilized them when you planted this flower field?"