Mist

This is not the question of the little cake. Song Qinglan asked another question, but did not hear clearly during the rainy season: "Huh?"

Song Qinglan asked: "How does it taste?"

He looked closely at his face during the monsoon rains, still in that relaxed tone, and said: "You sit stupidly, staring at it for so long without taking a mouthful, isn't it too bad? Where did it come from? "

When he returned to this day during the last monsoon rain, he did not have any money, and he could not make mobile payments due to equipment restrictions.

That's why Song Qinglan asked this question.

"From the lady of the cake shop." replied during the rainy season, "...it's delicious."

At least, the taste is exactly the same as in his memory.

"As long as I don't stare, someone will give you something." Song Qinglan "tsk", "It seems that it won't work if I don't keep an eye on you."

The thoughts during the rainy season followed Song Qinglan’s words. Such unmarginal words eased his confusion at the moment, dragged him back to his original reality, and became clear again: "The boss is older than me. Thirty years old." He leaned back against the wall and replied to Song Qinglan, "I used to visit her shop when I was a child, and she was very nice."

Song Qinglan smiled.

In the rain and fog, the voice of speaking during the monsoon seems to have become a little hazy.

He continued: "On the day of the accident, I went home from school and bought her cake."

On that day ten years ago, the memory has become far away, even in the monsoon rains, I still remember every detail that happened that day.

"I bought four. If he works late at night, I won’t be hungry. He usually packs food at the restaurant he frequents when he returns late, and sometimes brings back the small card from the restaurant. It smells like perfume. The female owner of the restaurant wanted to chase him, but he didn’t understand. I later thought that if I remind him earlier, it would be fine. Maybe he will start a date, and that day, maybe something different will happen. NS."

There is no if in the world, they all understand.

But Song Qinglan did not refute or console her.

This day is destined to be a day during the monsoon rain, and a day belonging to Sheng Han.

They stood under the eaves for a while, and gradually there were more people on the road. From time to time, passers-by looked at them—mostly because Song Qinglan was too tall and the two were close in posture, some of which attracted attention. Fortunately, passers-by are either rushing to work or rushing to the morning market, without paying too much attention to them, so they have not made adjustments.

About ten minutes later.

Song Qinglan glanced outside from the corner.

I saw that I was still sitting on the bench during the rainy season last time on this day, and I was still in a daze at the little cake.

"Have you been sitting there a lot?" Song Qinglan asked, "When did you leave?"

"It separated at 7:44." I remember it clearly during the monsoon rains.

It happened around 7:50. The last time he made up his mind, he left categorically when the time came.

Song Qinglan looked at the communicator, it said [1439.04.0607:16:32].

There are still about 30 minutes left, and it is almost the same as the last time he sneaked back and confessed to him during the monsoon rains. During the monsoon rains, I used this opportunity to be in a daze.

"What's the matter?" asked beside him nervously during the monsoon rains.

Song Qinglan was about to answer, but she was slightly startled.

Less than ten meters away from them, the man in black combat uniform was habitually taking out the game console from his pocket during the monsoon. A piece of paper fell out following his movements, glittering and falling to the ground. .

That is a piece of golden tin foil.

The kind wrapped in chocolate.

In the rainy season, pinch it between your fingers, lower your head and lose your expression.

When they were on the Rubik's Cube, Song Qinglan quietly gave him a chocolate, only the two of them knew.

Seeing this scene, Song Qinglan's heart was hit hard, as if someone was banging on his heart with a stick. He suddenly retracted his gaze and pressed his head against the wall during the monsoon rain when he was about to probe the situation.

People come and go.

The eyes of passersby rested on them again.

"Someone is watching us." Whispered reminding during the rainy season.

"I know." Song Qinglan's hands were very strong, and her shoulders were a little bit painful during the monsoon rains, and she said in a low voice, "Otherwise I..."

Because the distance was too close, the words were simply whispered, and the warm nose swept across each other's faces, which was a little more ambiguous than usual.

The faces of the two are different.

But each other's eyes really reflected each other's shadow.

Song Qinglan's black eyes were like a cluster of flames, and the illusion that he was about to be burned was born when the rain was called. He didn't understand why the other party suddenly behaved like this. He had never seen such a strong emotion in Song Qinglan's eyes. As if letting go, he would disappear.

Fortunately, within three or four seconds, Song Qinglan slowly relaxed her hand.

He did nothing, but bowed his head and said, "Suddenly thank me for giving you chocolate."

During the rainy season: "?"

The timing and occasion are wrong, and now is not the time to talk about them.

So Song Qinglan only smiled slightly, skipped mentioning anything else, and broadcasted on the scene during the monsoon: "Now, the other'you' is starting to play Tetris."

During the rainy season, of course, I know what the other one is doing more than ten meters away.

Song Qinglan asked: "If we pass by now, will the other'you' find us?"

Another bench made during the rainy season is the only way to enter the community.

Song Qinglan is not sure if it is appropriate to do such a thing now, or that they should not enter the community, but wait for another monsoon to leave the benches. Because as long as they hurry up, they can still catch up with the murderer Xiao Shenghan encountered and enter the community.

As long as they can occupy the perfect position-that bench, they can see the faces of the murderers passing by.

"Probably not." Said during the rainy season. "In my memory, the last time'I' did not see two sneaky and **** suspicious elements."

Song Qinglan: "..."

For the first time I heard someone describe myself and my boyfriend like this.

It's very precise.

I have done so many recorder tasks during the monsoon, and many of them will be successful only after doing them several times. He accepted the fact that there were several selves at the same time at the same time, but it was the first time he encountered a situation where he could not be seen by another self at the time when he went back to the past.

Any mistakes may make the past self change their minds, even if the odds are small, they can't take risks.

"But we can still wait." Looking at the watch during the rainy season, she thought the same as Song Qinglan, "The murderer will pass by here sooner or later, and it won't be too late for the other ‘I’ to go."

[1439.04.0607:44:12]

He left the bench during the monsoon rain that came from the reward at the end of the Rubik's Cube mission.

Against the backdrop of the black combat uniform, the figure was thin and thin, disappearing into the drizzle at the end of the street.

The two hiding out walked out of the street corner and walked along the eaves to the bench.

The bench stands under the wooden fence on the side of the road. In spring, the green yellow woody fragrance grows luxuriantly, enclosing it into a small world for shelter from the sun and rain. It seems that there is still the warmth left by another monsoon rain.

There is a small cake on the bench.

Its owner walked too lonely and left it here.

He picked it up during the monsoon rain, took two steps, and put it in the trash can. Who would have thought that he could clean up the wet trash for himself ten days ago.

The front entrance of the community is a main road, which is regarded as the main road.

The two are even more conspicuous here.

Sitting back on the bench during the monsoon rains, Song Qinglan was standing a little farther away, seemingly strangers, but just happened to be here to shelter from the rain and others.

They did not speak tacitly.

Both are paying attention to the closeness of time.

[1439.04.0607:49:45]

Five minutes passed.

Everything on the main road is normal and there are no suspicious persons.

I couldn't sit still during the rainy season.

Song Qinglan leaned against the wooden shed column, twisted a piece of yellow wood fragrant leaf in her hand, and looked around the community quietly.

Time flies quickly, but also very slowly.

It was stretched infinitely every minute and every second, but it was disappearing quickly.

[1439.04.0607:51:45]

"What if he was in the community, instead of entering from here now?" He stood up suddenly during the rainy season, ignoring that many, and looked uneasy. "I haven't seen the specific time of the year. I’m not sure exactly how many minutes or seconds it will be, but the "I" should be out soon, and the first class will be on at 8:15."

He was talking about the other him who rushed to school.

Xiao Shenghan is only eight years old.

If they wait any longer, they will wait until Xiao Shenghan walks out of the community, then it means that they have missed the critical time point.

Song Qinglan also thought of this, and immediately said: "Go in together."

Lips lost their blood during the monsoon rains.

Upon closer inspection, she was trembling slightly.

Song Qinglan walked over and grabbed his shoulders, and said quickly: "Don't worry, even if we miss the critical time, we can still see how he came out after the murder!"

Of course it is clear during the rainy season.

None of this can be changed anyway. The death of his father is already a foregone conclusion. Whether he saw the murderer before the attack or the murderer after the attack, it makes no difference for him to go back and close the case.

However, even if he understood this, he couldn't just watch his father die.

It's like... as long as he sees the murderer in advance, he can stop all of this.

This is an instinct.

This idea is very dangerous.

It's raining harder.

The two of them were cold and did not bring umbrellas.

Song Qinglan quickly pulled up the monsoon hood and put it on his head to protect him from the rain.

Song Qinglan did all this very meticulously. After finishing, she kissed him on the forehead and gave him a hard hug: "Don't be afraid, let's be together."

During the rainy season: "Yeah."

The two got into the rain curtain.

After not taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped during the monsoon rain, and his face turned pale: "Song Qinglan..."

In the rain curtain, Song Qinglan's nose was hung with drops of water: "What?"

During the monsoon rain, I got wet with rain.

The old-fashioned rubber powder hoodie became very dark, and at first glance, it was almost purple.

His unremembered simulated face was partially covered by a hood, and raindrops fell on his eyebrows and eyelashes, making his eyebrows appear pitch black, and his whole person pale as paper.

"I see." He said, "I..."

Before Song Qinglan asked, he clenched his fists, his nails hurting, and said word by word: "I have to go in alone."

Song Qinglan felt something was wrong, and sternly refused: "No."

No words were spoken during the rainy season.

Song Qinglan wiped away the tears that fell on his face and didn't know when, her thumb was over long and thick eyelashes, and the sound of the rain said to him: "I am your guardian this time. You go in alone. There is no guarantee that it will happen. what."

During the rainy season, he raised his eyes to look at him, and the expression in his eyes was shocking: "It has already happened."

Song Qinglan chills: "What has happened?!"

"No time!!" Shaking all over during the rainy season, he grabbed his clothes, his joints were so hard that they turned white, gritted his teeth, "I have to prove! You must let me in alone! Do what is set at all times, have you forgotten?!"

To accomplish the set thing at the set moment.

This sentence opened the switch of absolute trust, and Song Qinglan's heart was shocked.

Let go of him.

During the monsoon rain, he also released his finger, turned around and entered the community without looking back.

Flowers and plants flourish, everything is as old.

I have come back countless times in my dream, but every time is more real than now.

Step by step, he walked upstairs like a corpse, and small advertisements that had been cleaned up by the property not long ago were everywhere.

Floor by floor, the corridor lights are on.

He stepped over nine steps and came to the corner of the stairs.

There was a child wearing a yellow raincoat and carrying a backpack. He was a little good-looking, and he was pulling the strap of the schoolbag in his hand.

He stopped and looked at the child.

The child also looked up at him.

Those eyes were clean and clear, and innocent.

Destiny is a circle.

They passed by.