This is not a question of the little cake, Song Qinglan asked something again, but Ji Yushi didn't hear it clearly: "Ah?"
Song Qinglan asked, "How does it taste?"
He stared at Ji Yushi's face tightly, still in that relaxed tone, and said, "You are sitting stupidly, staring at it for so long without taking a bite, isn't it too bad to eat? Where did you come from? "
Back to this day during the last monsoon, he didn't have any money on him, and he couldn't make mobile payments because of device limitations.
That's why Song Qinglan asked this question.
"It was from the lady of the cake shop." Ji Yushi replied, "...It's delicious."
At least, it tasted exactly the same as he remembered.
"As long as I don't stare, someone will give you something." Song Qinglan said with a "tsk", "It seems that I won't be able to watch you more closely."
Ji Yushi's train of thought followed Song Qinglan's words, and such rambling words eased his chaotic mood at the moment, pulled him back to his original reality, and became clear-headed again: "The lady boss is older than me. Thirty years old." He leaned his back against the wall and replied to Song Qinglan's words, "I used to visit her shop when I was young, and she is very nice."
Song Qinglan smiled a little.
In the rain and fog, the voice of the monsoon season seems to have become a little hazy.
He continued: "On the day of the accident, I came home from school and bought her cake."
On that day more than ten years ago, the memory has become distant, even when the monsoon rains, I still remember every detail that happened that day.
"I bought four, and if he works late, I won't be hungry. He usually packs meals at the restaurant he frequents when he returns late, and sometimes brings back a small card in the restaurant with the It smells of perfume. The lady boss of the restaurant wanted to chase him, but he didn't understand. I thought it would be better if I reminded him earlier. Maybe he will start a date, and on that day, maybe something different will happen already."
There is no if in the world, they all understand.
But Song Qinglan did not refute or comfort her.
This day is destined to be a day of the monsoon, a day of Sheng Han.
They stood under the eaves for a while, and there were more and more people on the road. From time to time, passers-by cast their gazes at them—mostly because Song Qinglan was too tall and the two of them were so close, some of them attracted attention. Fortunately, passers-by are either rushing to work or rushing to the morning market, and they did not pay much attention to them, so they did not make adjustments.
About ten minutes passed.
Song Qinglan glanced outside from the corner.
I saw that I was still sitting on the bench when I came to this day's monsoon last time, and I was still staring at the small cake in a daze.
"Have you been sitting there a lot?" Song Qinglan asked, "When did you leave?"
"Leaving at 7:44." Ji Yushi remembered clearly.
The time of the incident was about 7:50. The last time he made up his mind, he left resolutely when the time came.
Song Qinglan looked at the communicator, which showed [07:16:32].
It's almost 30 minutes from now, and it's almost the same as what he sneaked back to explain to him last time during the monsoon. During the monsoon, he used this opportunity to be in a daze.
"What's wrong?" Ji Yushi asked nervously beside him.
Just as Song Qinglan was about to answer, she was slightly startled.
Just a dozen meters away from them, Ji Yushi, who was wearing a black combat uniform, was habitually taking out the game console from his pocket, and a piece of paper fell out following his movements, glittering gold and falling to the ground. .
It was a sheet of golden tin foil.
The one covered in chocolate.
During the monsoon season, I pinched it between my fingers, and I lowered my head and couldn't see the expression clearly.
When they were in the Rubik's Cube, Song Qinglan secretly gave him a piece of chocolate, which only the two of them knew.
Seeing this scene, Song Qinglan's heart was hit hard, as if someone was holding a stick on his heart, he abruptly retracted his gaze, and pressed Ji Yushi, who was about to probe over to check the situation, against the wall.
People come and go.
The eyes of passersby stopped on them again.
"Someone is watching us." Ji Yushi reminded in a low voice.
"I know." Song Qinglan's hands were so strong that Ji Yu's shoulders hurt a little, and she said in a low voice, "Otherwise I..."
Because the distance was too close, these words were spoken softly, and the warm breaths swept across each other's faces, a little more ambiguous than usual.
The faces of the two were different.
In each other's eyes, the shadow of each other is really reflected.
Song Qinglan's black eyes were like a cluster of flames, and when he called Ji Yu, he had the illusion that he was about to be burned. He didn't understand why the other party suddenly did this. He had never seen such a strong emotion in Song Qinglan's eyes. It was as if he would disappear as soon as he let go.
Fortunately, after only three or four seconds, Song Qinglan slowly relaxed her hand.
He didn't do anything, just lowered his head and said, "Suddenly I thank myself for giving you chocolate."
During the rainy season: "?"
The timing and the occasion are wrong, and now is not the time to talk about it.
Therefore, Song Qinglan only smiled lightly and skipped mentioning other things. She also broadcasted the situation during the monsoon season: "Now, the other 'you' has started to play Tetris."
During the monsoon season, of course, he knew what his other self, a dozen meters away, was doing.
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 wasn't sure if it was appropriate to do such a thing now, or if they should not go into the community, but wait for another monsoon to leave the bench. Because as long as they hurry up, they can still catch up with the murderer Xiao Shenghan met and enter the community.
As long as they can occupy the perfect position - the bench, they can see the face of the murderer passing by.
"Probably not." Ji Yushi said, "In my memory, the last 'I' did not see two sneaky, gay suspicious elements."
Song Qinglan: "..."
This is the first time I hear someone describe myself and my boyfriend like this.
It's precise.
During the monsoon season, I have done so many recorder tasks, and many of them will only be successful after doing it several times. He accepts the fact that there are several selves at the same time, but it is the first time that he has returned to the past and encountered a situation where he cannot be seen by another selves.
Any mistake may make the past self change their minds, and they can't risk it even if the chance is small.
"But we can still wait." Ji Yushi looked at his watch, thinking the same as Song Qinglan, "The murderer will pass by here sooner or later, and it won't be too late to wait for the other 'me' to leave."
[07:44:12]
Leaving the bench during the monsoon rain from the end reward of the Rubik's Cube quest.
Against the black combat uniform, the back was thin and thin, disappearing into the drizzle at the end of the street.
The two who hid walked out of the corner of the street and walked along the eaves to the bench.
The bench stands under the wooden fence on the side of the road. In the spring, the green yellow wood grows lush, and it surrounds the place into a small world that shelters from the sun and rain. It seems that there is still the warmth left by another season rain.
There was a small cake on the bench.
Its owner was so lonely that he forgot it here.
He picked it up during the rainy season, took two steps, and put it into the trash can. Who would have thought that he could still clean up the wet garbage for himself more than ten days ago.
The main entrance of the community is a large road, which is regarded as the main road.
The two are even more conspicuous here.
During the monsoon season, she sat back on the bench again, while Song Qinglan was standing a little further away, looking like she didn't know each other, but she just happened to be here to take shelter from the rain and others.
They tacitly did not speak.
Each other is noticing the time approaching.
[07:49:45]
Five minutes passed.
Everything is normal on the main road, no suspicious persons.
During the rainy season, I can't sit still.
Song Qinglan leaned against the wooden shed column, twisted a yellow wood incense leaf in her hand, and looked around the community calmly.
[07:51:45]
"What if he was already in the community instead of entering from here now?" Ji Yushi stood up abruptly, ignoring all that, and looked uneasy, "I haven't seen the specific time of that year. Not sure exactly how many minutes or seconds, but 'I' should be out soon for my first class at 8:15."
He was talking about another him who was rushing to school.
Xiao Shenghan, who is only eight years old.
If they wait any longer, they will wait until Xiao Shenghan who walks out of the community, then it means that they have missed a critical moment.
Song Qinglan also thought of this: "Go in together."
When the monsoon rains, the lips lose their blood.
Upon closer inspection, he was trembling slightly.
Song Qinglan walked over and grabbed his shoulder, 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 during the monsoons, I understand.
All this can't be changed anyway. Father's death is already a foregone conclusion. Whether he sees the murderer before the murder or the murderer after the murder makes no difference to him when he goes back to close the case.
However, even if he understood this, he couldn't just watch his father die.
It's like... just by seeing the murderer in advance, he can stop it all.
It's an instinct.
This idea is dangerous.
It rained a little harder.
The two were cold and did not bring umbrellas.
Song Qinglan quickly pulled up the hood of the monsoon season and put it on his head to protect him from the rain.
Song Qinglan did all this very meticulously. After she was done, she kissed him on the forehead and hugged him fiercely: "Don't be afraid, let's go together."
During the rainy season: "Well."
The two got into the rain curtain one by one.
Before taking a few steps, Ji Yushi suddenly stopped and his face turned pale: "Song Qinglan..."
In the rain curtain, there were drops of water hanging from the tip of Song Qinglan's nose: "What?"
During the monsoon, I got wet with the rain.
The old-fashioned rubber-powder hoodie was darkened, almost purple at first glance.
He had no memory of his simulated face half-covered by the hood, and raindrops fell on his eyebrows and eyelashes, making his eyebrows and eyes appear pitch-black, and his whole person was as pale as paper.
"I see," he said. "I..."
Without waiting for Song Qinglan to ask, he clenched his fists, his nails clenched painfully, and said word by word, "I have to go in alone."
Song Qinglan's intuition was not right, and she sternly refused: "No."
No words were spoken during the monsoon.
Song Qinglan wiped the tears that had slipped down his face for some unknown time, brushed the long and thick eyelashes with his thumb, and said to him in the sound of the rain, "I am your guardian this time, you go in alone, there is no guarantee that it will happen. what."
Ji Yushi looked up at him with a startling look in his eyes: "It has already happened."
Song Qinglan felt a chill: "What has happened?!"
"There's no time!!" Ji Yushi was shaking all over, grabbed his clothes, the joints turned white with force, and gritted his teeth, "I have to prove it! You must let me in alone! Time to complete the given things, you forgot?!"
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To do the given things at the given time.
Song Qinglan let go of him.
Heart shock.
Ji Yushi also released his fingers, turned around and entered the community.
Flowers are prosperous, everything is the same as before.
I have come back from my dreams countless times, but each time is more real than now.
Step by step, he walked upstairs like a corpse, and the small advertisements that had been cleaned up by the property not long ago were posted everywhere.
Floor by floor, the corridor lights came on.
He walked over nine steps and came to the corner of the stairs,
A child in a yellow raincoat and a backpack appeared in front of him. He was a little obedient and was holding the strap of his schoolbag.
He stopped and looked at the child.
The kid looked up at him too.
Those eyes were clean and clear, innocent.
Fate is a circle.
They passed by.