Mai Fan, who still has many questions about this mission, now urgently needs to figure out another question. 'How do I convert my time in the mission world to the time in the real world...?'
'I have looked for the answer in my diary several times, but it has never given me a definite answer.'
'If calculated according to the timeline of this world, nearly five years have passed in my real world.'
"It takes me so long to complete one world, even if I complete the task 100% in each world."
'When I have accumulated enough energy to bring my grandfather back to reality, I will calculate his lifespan and don't give me a handful of ashes then!'
'Then you are being too bullying!'
Isn’t this just recruiting people to do white work?
In fact, the previous diary did not answer this question because the watch that represented the completion of the task... did not appear.
Now that the mission of the first world has been basically completed, Mai Fan can give Mai Fan a clear answer to this question.
The diary was very dedicated and gave exact feedback: 'Huangliang is a dream, Huangliang is a dream.'
"The world that the mission worker has to experience may only take one day to complete, or it may take a lifetime."
'But no matter how long he lives in the world of the mission, after he successfully returns, he will only be in the real world of the mission for just a moment.'
'That's the magic of the Strongest Villain mission.'
'It allows mission executors to experience the day-to-day lives of villains in different worlds. This kind of feeling is something that most people don't have fun with!'
Hearing this, Mai Fan felt relieved.
Then the problem he is most worried about at the moment will no longer exist.
After getting the answer, Mai Fan temporarily left the black dial in the tavern. He took his diary with him and planned to leave.
'Hey, hey, hey!'
The diary was getting hot with anxiety: 'Don't leave, aren't you going to choose to return?'
But Mai Fan stopped and smiled very slyly: 'For my grandfather, is there any difference between my return at the age of seventy and my return now?'
'Although you have been instilling in me, this is just a world of tasks.'
'But as someone who has lived in this world, I know that the path that can be changed by humans must be a world where living people exist.'
'Look, now, there is someone beside me who was not around the former villain.'
'Doesn't this just show that this world is a perfect individual, an existence different from my world?'
'So, I won't choose to leave now.'
'I am in this world, and there is someone who cares about me waiting for me.'
'For Mi Li, I am also willing to experience a life of growing old here.'
There is no Internet in this world, and the conditions are not very developed.
But there is someone who is waiting for Mai Fan to come home, someone who will be heartbroken when he leaves. Just because of this... is enough for him to stay.
After Mai Fan finished speaking, there was no more sound in the tavern, and the diary became ordinary again.
Mai Fan, who had withdrawn from his thoughts, opened his eyes in the cab.
He touched the brand new steering wheel, smiling confidently and contentedly.
He wanted to see Mi Lier, immediately, immediately.
The rice grains on this day were very strange.
Because her boyfriend always looks at her silly and happy, it seems that the last bit of window paper between the two people has been pierced.
His courage seems to have become great, and his attitude has become very friendly.
At this time, Mai Fan made her feel that he really, really... liked her very much.
Mi Li doesn't know why, but her heart is almost overflowing with joy.
She watched with pleasure as Mai Fan at the dinner table very sincerely reassured her parents and begged to leave her in his hands.
She knew that with him in her future, she would live a very happy life.
These premonitions of Mi Li...
It has been tested for ten years, twenty years, and even a lifetime.
Even when she was lying on the hospital bed with gray hair, her lover did not let go of her hands.
…
People always have some feelings about their own life coming to an end...
…
Today is just like yesterday, warm and peaceful, even the little flowers outside the window are blooming more beautifully, but Mi Li, who had been leaning quietly on the pillow, suddenly said: "Mai Fan?"
"Um?"
"You said the current scene, does it feel familiar to you?"
Mai Fan, who was sitting by the bed and reading slowly with a book in his hand, stopped.
At this time, he was already gray-haired, but what the years had left to him was his elegant temperament and graceful demeanor.
This handsome old man smiled mischievously as if it was the first day Mi Li met him, and answered his wife with the best love words in the world: "Remember, how could I forget?"
"That's the most difficult time for me, right? We've only known each other for a few months?"
"It's so bitter, you came here with me, now it's so sweet, how can you compare them together?"
Mi Li was amused again, her chest felt a little tight and she was breathless from laughing.
"Mai Fan, the winter jasmine flowers outside the house are blooming. Don't you always say that I look very much like the jasmine flowers?"
"Why, I haven't seen you fold spring jasmine flowers for me this year?"
This old couple is old and married, and the wife is still as cheerful as a little girl.
Mai Fan shook his head helplessly, put down the book in his hand, turned and left the ward.
This is great. After so many years of mutual support, he really likes Mi Li's pure and honest character.
Just when Mai Fan wandered to the small garden in the backyard of the hospital, planning to destroy the flowers secretly, he was suddenly stopped by someone from behind: "Hey! That old man! What are you doing!"
"The flowers in this garden are all grown by the hospital! Who told you to break them?"
Oops, I got caught.
Mai Fan chuckled and turned around to explain to the person behind him. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he found that the person in front of him... turned out to be an old acquaintance whom he hadn't seen for many years.
"It's you?"
"Are you He Wenjuan?"
Mai Fan's tone was too uncertain. The person who scolded him was wearing makeshift work clothes and holding a set of gardener's tools in his hand.
He Wenjuan, whose name was called out by Mai Fan, first stared at Mai Fan with squinted eyes for a long time... and then she showed a surprised expression as if she had caught up with her memory.
"Oh, it turns out it's you..."
"What are you doing here?"
Mai Fan smiled with a guilty conscience of being poked and ruined: "Nothing, my wife is hospitalized here, and the flowers outside are blooming very well, and I want to take one to take a look."
"Well, it's on the fifth floor of the inpatient department."
Mai Fan pointed upward, and He Wenjuan looked over. When he spoke again, the sourness in his voice could not be concealed: "That's a VIP ward, and it costs a lot of money for a day."
