The setting sun is setting, the street lights have just turned up, and there is still a pale white sky. It is the alternation of day and night, just like the door to another world opens at the junction.
Something has quietly sneaked into human society.
The streets near the venue were crowded with people, and the smoke of fireworks mixed with the early summer air of Haicheng.
Summer in Haitang is very hot, but the wind at the seaside is surprisingly cool.
Yun Qiao held her chin, waiting to eat charcoal-grilled lobster, when she suddenly saw someone standing outside the crowd, looking at her.
She looked over and stood up immediately.
Where the man was standing, a tree blocked most of the streetlight light, and his face was a little blurry.
With his long trousers, short sleeves and short hair, he was no different from the people around him, but just one glance shocked Yun Qiao's soul.
She was in front of him almost instantly.
The familiar brows and eyes fell exactly on his face, but his gaze seemed hesitant.
Yun Qiao hugged him hard.
At the moment when Yun Qiao hugged Xi Lanting, Xi Yan suddenly used a spell, causing all the Internet connections of everyone present to be disconnected in an instant.
Including live broadcast from the venue not far away.
This small incident caused the venue to panic for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal.
The Internet is a bit like the big cigarettes during the Republic of China. The moment there was no Internet, everyone panicked and couldn't wait to find the Internet. It was like being addicted to cigarettes and could no longer care about anything else.
Yun Qiao and others disappeared from everyone's sight.
The live broadcast of the small internet celebrity was terminated and was restored again three minutes later. Fans did not leave and asked about the situation.
"Is that Yun Qiao just now?
Who is that man?"
"I didn't take a clear picture of the face. Is it Cheng Yuan?"
"It doesn't seem to be the case. Cheng Yuan was at the brand's event today and there are always pictures of the scene."
"Ask anyone else if they have any video taken?"
Someone is indeed taking pictures.
However, at the moment when the Internet was disconnected, their mobile phone cameras seemed to be affected by some kind of signal interference, turning into snowflakes or pitch black, unable to capture anything.
When the signal interference ends, everything will return to normal.
The turn of events is puzzling.
Yun Qiao and others have already gotten into the car.
She kept hugging Xi Lanting tightly and kept crying; the man revealed his true colors when he got in the car. His black scales resembled a coat and his long hair was just a cover-up.
He was a little stiff and a little confused.
Yun Qiao hugged him. After a long time, he gently stretched out his hand and stroked her back.
"Yun Qiao."
He whispered her name.
He had been ashore for several hours.
He observed the clothes and hairstyles of ordinary people, distinguished men and women clearly, and was amazed by everything on the street.
There seems to be something obscured in the memory.
Then, he jumped to the top of a nearby tall building and basked in the warm sunshine.
The scorching sun shone all over him, and he dozed off in a daze, returning to that room again in his dream.
A cat and a leopard, a beautiful woman.
"Yun Qiao."
"Joel."
"Master."
These words jumped in his mind, and he had an impression, but he couldn't remember them clearly.
In the evening, he planned to go back to the bottom of the sea.
There are things he can't let go of on the shore, but the century-old life under the sea makes him feel that that is his home.
He likes sunshine, and he has realized that sunshine is cyclical and is not available anytime and anywhere.
He can come out tomorrow.
As I passed by, I felt a familiar scent - the same kind of scent.
The woman in the mirror, the woman searching for him on the seabed, and the woman wearing complicated clothes and crying in his memory all impacted into his brain.
He came over looking for breath.
He may not be used to such an uncontrollable feeling, so he instinctively wants to leave; but the familiar and similar atmosphere is so strong that it makes him miss it.