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For a moment, Chu Zihang thought he had traveled through time. He returned from the summer of 2011 to the rainy night before 2004. The passage of seven years was brought back to the beginning of the story by this rainstorm.
The sky-blue school flag that was blown and trembling on the playground was facing towards the city covered with thunder and dark clouds. Thunder flashed under the black clouds, and the whole world was dyed gray and white. The rain washed away the faces of passers-by.
Cheeks, both looked down on each other's expressions, and could only suddenly catch a glimpse of the pale faces illuminated by thunder and lightning.
Thoughts and memories that were too long ago came to mind. Chu Zihang had spent countless nights building that castle on the beach of memory, just so that those precious things could stay on the shore longer when the tide came, but today he was on the beach.
I walked into this castle, stood on the top of the city wall, looked down at the black clouds that pressed over the city, and felt the single eye hidden in the cracks of thunder and lightning watching the campus.
"Hypnosis" gone wrong.
This was Chu Zihang's immediate reaction. According to Lin Xian's description, this Yanling should take him to find that lost memory, but now he has returned to this unforgettable scene that he will never forget.
The heavy rain has been in Chu Zihang's heart for twenty years. In that heavy rain, the shadow of the fourteen-year-old boy remained on the elevated road forever. Now, seven years later, he walked into the rain again, like an old friend.
Reunion.
So now even if he realizes that there is something wrong with the "hypnosis" process, what can he do? With no defense and no resistance, he has fallen into a state of "deep hypnosis", and thunders are heard in the sky.
Come on, maybe in the study room in reality, someone was beating gongs and drums in his ears, or even stabbed his heart inch by inch with a knife, and he wouldn't be able to detect it, right?
The cold wind on the playground blew through the walkway on the ground floor of the teaching building. The cold wind mixed with drizzle poured in. The air was bitingly cold. Chu Zihang's right hand subconsciously touched his collar and touched a soft blouse. Yes, that
One day he was dressed exactly like this. If this was just a dream, it would be too real.
"Hey! Liu Miaomiao Liu Miaomiao! Please give me a ride!" The vague human voice in the distance was carried by the cold wind and rain. Chu Zihang looked over and saw a familiar voice. It was a junior student wearing a uniform.
The boy in school uniform was hiding under the eaves of the diagonal teaching building and shouting into the rain.
The name Liu Miaomiao was not unfamiliar to Chu Zihang, and the boy from the lower grade who was shouting was even more familiar to him. He knew him. That was Lu Mingfei. It was just the Lu Mingfei from seven years ago, squatting in the corner with his schoolbag.
With it on his head, he looked as embarrassed as a drowned dog.
This boy always seems to be like this, so cowardly that people can't help but pull him, or step on him with bad intentions.
"Lu Mingfei, go on your own! My house is not in the same direction as yours!" came the familiar reply. The driver held an umbrella, and the tall girl in the white skirt lowered her head and walked toward the black BMW. She looked back at Chu before entering.
Zihang glanced in the direction, and finally got into the back seat at the driver's urging and closed the door, blocking the line of sight back and forth.
The BMW slid silently into the rain curtain, its taillights were frighteningly red, and the frail figure under the eaves suddenly rushed out, as if it was about to race with the BMW. It fled into the heavy rain like a bereaved dog, and the figure gradually blurred from sight.
Everything was exactly the same as that day, except that this time Chu Zihang did not reach out to try to retain the bad boy. Even if he had time this time, he did not do so.
Because if everything is so real, then the following stories, those stories that have rolled through his mind thousands of times, will also be played out step by step.
Chu Zihang reached into his trouser pocket, and sure enough he touched the old-fashioned mobile phone. He took it out and flipped the cover. The touch of opening the seam of the cover with his thumb was so strangely familiar. Every scratch and every wear and tear on this phone was...
The buttons were all taking him towards the depths of the rainstorm.
[It’s raining heavily, can you come pick me up? 7:12]
[Okay, okay, no problem! Wait at school, I’ll be there in a minute! 7:13]
Those were two text messages engraved in his memory, and they were also the last messages sent on that man's cell phone. He remembered every detail of that night in his heart.
He typed into the text message box on his phone, but it was empty, with nothing in it.
Heavy rain poured down, and tens of thousands of tons of flood water washed away the city. Suddenly, the city seemed bigger, vast and vast, pulling people's stone-like hearts into the distance.
Downstairs, a boy wearing a smock stood still for a long time and closed his flip phone.
He actually forgot that he deleted those two text messages himself, and he would delete all the text messages he had with that man. He was afraid that "Dad" would see it and it would have bad effects. How stupid, but how true.
At the moment when the phone closed and made a crisp sound, the memory of that man was like a flood flowing backwards along the heavy rain outside the eaves and gradually submerged him. There was him riding on the man's neck and shouting "drive, drive, drive"; there was a man who paid in advance
The salary bought him the only valuable toy, a set of rail trains; of course, there was also the most stunning and last image of the man in his life, standing there majestic with a 'Godly Sword' in his hand.
In front of the dark shadow, the trousers were blown by the strong wind.
He stretched out his hand and tried to hold the water curtain hanging from the eaves. His grip was empty, because the water flow could not be stopped. Veins like twisted tree roots burst out from his closed five fingers, but what he really grasped was
The force pulling him inside was pitifully small. Every detail was pulling him towards the 14-year-old boy. Their shadows gradually overlapped, and even the cold feeling of the heavy rain touching his neck became more real.
What followed was a heart-piercing coldness.
After a long time, Chu Zihang withdrew his hand. He knew what was waiting for him in the deepest and darkest place of the rainy night, but now he didn't care so much. The "hypnosis" was still going on, and he didn't know what to do.
Stop him, but he probably won't try to stop. Those black pupils are full of emotions that others can't understand.
After closing the flip phone, he put it into his trouser pocket. The only sound in his ears was the roar of the rainstorm. Even if it was a coincidence, he came to the wrong place at the wrong time. The development of the whole thing was wrong and deviated from the original intention.
, but he wanted to try to do something right amidst all the chaos.
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Footsteps sounded deep in the corridor, someone was approaching.
Chu Zihang, who was alone and silent under the eaves, turned back instantly, his eyes like knives.
Even if we go back to seven years ago, what exists in this young body is the soul of the ace of the executive department seven years later. He can feel everything that he could not feel in the past. His bloodline has not yet awakened, but as a mixed-race
His will to kill has never faded.
But when he turned around, he saw someone he thought he should never see here.
It was a boy in the lower grade. His school uniform was exactly the same as that of Lu Mingfei seven years ago. On his feet was a pair of white Nike shoes that did not look too real. The boy did not wait for Chu Zihang to react and squatted down.
beside him.
"Waiting for someone? Still can't go home?" the boy asked.
"Lin Nian?" He called out the boy's name.
"How do you know my name, my name is written on my face?"
Strange dialogue, strange memories.
Chu Zihang stood there in silence for a long time, quietly looking at the boy squatting next to him. He was digging through his memory to find spots that could overlap with them, but in the end he couldn't find anything.
In his memory, he had never seen this boy that day.
"Do we know each other?" Chu Zihang suddenly asked.
"This sentence should be me asking you, do we know each other?" The boy looked at Chu Zihang with a strange look in his eyes, "It was you who called my name first."
The boy did not know Chu Zihang, which was tentatively consistent with Chu Zihang's memory, because he remembered that the first time he met the boy was on the basketball court. The friendship between the center and the forward gradually became more familiar after that.
He got up. But why did he see Lin Nian here and have a conversation with him that he had never remembered?
"We don't know each other, I just know your name." Chu Zihang said.
"Am I famous?" the boy asked, pointing to his face, "or do I have my own name written on my face."
"As a transfer student from the junior high school, your entrance exam score was number one, you were praised for your speech under the national flag, and the president of the high school student union personally issued you a letter of admission." Chu Zihang said.
He reacted quickly and immediately thought of an excuse. This reason was impeccable, because the first time Lin Nian's name appeared in his memory was during the speech under the national flag. He still remembered that Lin Nian was wearing a shirt with the noble bird printed on it that day.
He was wearing a white T-shirt with a logo, black casual pants, and a pair of white Nike sneakers. The girls in the audience were all whispering about how handsome this junior was and whether they could get his phone number after class.
There are not many people who can steal Chu Zihang's limelight, and Lin Nian is one of them. Remembering each other is a sign of sympathy between masters? Or maybe it's a mutual affinity between current and secondary players? Who knows.
"You are Chu Zihang, right? You often speak under the flag, and I remember you too." The boy said, "Girls often discuss you, and so do boys. They say you are the 'pinnacle of Shilan' and Lin Tian wearing a baby girl."
benefit."
"Burberry?"
"Oh yes, that's it. I don't know much about brand names." The boy nodded without any embarrassment about mistaking luxury brands.
"Why are you here?" Chu Zihang directly asked the question that mattered to him most, without too much pulling, because he took the time to look at the mud and plowed lawn left by the gradually emptying playground, knowing that he
Time is running out.
"Your question is very strange. Anyone with eyes can see that I am trapped like you." The boy pointed to the heavy rain outside the eaves that showed no signs of stopping. "The radio station said that the typhoon has entered the country, and tonight there will be level 10
The wind is strong and there is a red rainstorm warning. My home is far away from the school. If I want to walk back, it will be difficult. I’m afraid taxis won’t do business in this weather, right? Besides, I don’t have any money with me.”
"I can lend it to you." Chu Zihang touched his back pocket, and there were indeed two large amounts of cash in it. "Dad" was always never stingy with pocket money. This was what he said most often to Chu Zihang at that time.
That is: "If you have any difficulties, ask dad. You are dad's child, and dad will definitely satisfy you."
According to "Dad's" economic level, this sentence is not a boast. During that time, "Dad's" company had already begun to have contacts with the Black Prince Group, which was booming in the city. Any employee who saw Chu Zihang would be very dramatic.
Call him "Master" politely.
"Are you rich?" The boy heard Chu Zihang's words without hesitation and looked this guy up and down.
"I have no money, but my family is rich."
"Wow." The boy raised his eyebrows. He didn't know whether Chu Zihang was being honest or showing off, but to be honest, there was nothing wrong with Chu Zihang's words. At this time, he really had no money. A 14-year-old child
Tuition fees and pocket money were all funded by his family, and it was not until he reached university that he became truly financially independent.
"Forget it." The boy scratched his head and still rejected Chu Zihang, "With this weather, I guess taxi drivers want to go home early, right? Even if you have money, you may not be able to get a taxi."
"You" Chu Zihang wanted to say that you can come with me, but in the end he fell into silence.
After a moment, he said again, "You can run out and find a way to take the bus. You can take the No. 6 bus to the subway station."
"Together?" The boy looked at Chu Zihang.
"I" he was speechless.
"Or are you being picked up?" the boy asked again.
""
Chu Zihang suddenly remembered the question the boy asked him at the beginning, "Can't you go home while waiting for someone?". This guy guessed from the beginning that Chu Zihang's young master's appearance was definitely picked up by someone. He was the same as Lu Mingfei.
Cowardly guys are different. In terms of purpose and action, Lin Nian seven years ago still dared to think and do what the Dragon King would dare to kill in the future. Can he still be afraid of being sold when he takes a stranger's car home?
But can Chu Zihang agree to take him for a ride? He can't, because he knows better than anyone else what kind of story the Maybach that will arrive soon will bring. Although this boy will be so strong that even he can't catch up in the future, but
Now he is just a kid in the junior high school. His most glorious achievement is to send a senior student into the hospital at the beginning of the school year. Compared with the things on the elevated road, he is still too weak.
Even if this story was just a replay of his memory, he still couldn't drag the other person down in such a real scene.
"Where do you live?" Chu Zihang asked.
"Have you ever heard of the old city on the outskirts of the city, near Pingqiang Road?"
"We're not on the same road. I'm sorry that I can't take you with me." Chu Zihang said.
"That's a shame," the boy said.
He didn't complain too much, and he didn't pat his ass and leave. He just squatted there blankly and looked at the pouring rain with a visibility of less than fifty meters, as if he was looking for something.
"Are you waiting for someone too?" Chu Zihang asked softly.
"No, it's better for me to go back alone in such a heavy rain." The boy shook his head and stood up.
"Taxi?" Chu Zihang took out the big note.
"Just take the bus." The boy glanced at the banknotes in Chu Zihang's hand and shook his head, "If you can't find it, just keep waiting. I'll leave first."
As he spoke, he leaned forward as if to test the rain. Chu Zihang looked at his back and suddenly called his name, "Lin Nian."
"What?" The boy looked back at Chu Zihang.
"If you had the chance to change a mistake that you would regret for the rest of your life, would you do it?" he asked softly.
"?" The boy looked at Chu Zihang in the aisle and was stunned for a long time. He wanted to say something casually, but when he came into contact with the other person's dark eyes, the bad habit of talking with his deskmate came to his lips.
Suddenly he swallowed it back.
"Why are you asking this all of a sudden? Do you have something to do, or do you want to confess to someone?"
Chu Zihang looked at him and whispered after a long time, "It's nothing. Just pretend I didn't ask."
The boy and Chu Zihang were silent for a long time, and finally scratched his head and said, "Just do whatever you want to do. My sister often tells me not to kidnap my current self and hate my future self for being too fussy. But
I often suspect that she said this to me because she regretted not strangling me to death in the orphanage."
Chu Zihang suddenly let out a chuckle. The boy looked at him and didn't know where the joke was in what he said. He could only laugh bitterly and felt that he had said something inappropriate and stupid. He looked up at the black sky and paused.
Then he said again,
"It is inevitable to have regrets in life, but try not to have too many."
"Um"
Chu Zihang responded in a low voice, his eyes quietly passing through the rain curtain and landing on the flickering white light in the distance of the playground. The light spot came from far to near, and the sound of the wheel hub rubbing against the muddy water it brought was heard in the playground, and the xenon lamp flashed
Two white sharp blades cut through the rain curtain and illuminated the ground floor of the teaching building.
The boy under the eaves narrowed his eyes, but Chu Zihang suddenly turned back to look at the source of the light.
It was a beast that broke through the rainy night. The car show on the playground ended belatedly. The flowing black car body separated the rainwater from the roof to both sides. The two "M" overlapped to form a mountain-shaped car logo.
The heat of the lamp gave off a faint white vapor.
"Wow, your dad is indeed very rich." The boy sighed as he squinted at the good car whose appearance alone proved its value.
"No, he has no money, the car is not his, he is just a driver." Chu Zihang's pupils illuminated by the lights reflected the water curtain that touched the sky. In the heavy rain, the Maybach behind the wipers wildly swung, and the one in the middle was
The young man was waving to him under the eaves through the rain, with a smile on his face.
"But he is indeed my father."
This time, he jumped over the boy and ran towards the rain curtain instead of waiting for the man in the Maybach to come towards him with an umbrella.