Help, I've become a paper man

"Where are you going?" Song Yi's lips opened and closed, asking the other party silently. Yan Changyue reached out her hand again and held his right hand.

Without gloves to block the flow, the slightly cool fingertips fell on the skin, and the coldness spread from there.

Song Yi shivered with cold. Logically speaking, the question was indeed more bad than that.

But he took advantage of this opportunity to pull his hand back, moving sideways to create some distance to avoid physical contact.

He has a wife, and now when he goes out, he has to be more careful about the distance and not get too close to others.

Yan Changyue paused, turned her head to look at Song Yi, slowly lowered her eyes, and with a sigh, the darkness in her eyes disappeared, but she didn't completely deal with it.

No, it could be another kind, it was performed too well.

The feeling of "wanting to speak but not being able to" made Song Yi shudder again through the accumulated grievances.

This time it wasn't because he was cold, it was because he was scared.

On the one hand, it was because "Yan Changyue would not be like this", and on the other hand... when he thought that Yan Changyue would be sad, he became more anxious to go home.

Song Yi took two steps forward and whispered, "Brother, what's the matter? Where are you going? Let's go now."

Yan Changyue raised her hand again and gestured to him to remain quiet, but continued the action as he wished.

They walked along the street and soon arrived at the bus stop after leaving the college.

The platform is empty, which is both "empty" and "quiet", and the background and weather set it off.

The sun had not yet risen and the surroundings were filled with morning mist.

There is only one train that passes by, and there is no train number inside the platform, so naturally there is no route map.

There is only an electronic display screen in the central position, which displays the train information in red font.

In other words, it should have been displayed, but for some reason, it was on the key information.

For example, the train number, route, and location all appear mottled and look like snowflakes.

It would be reasonable to say that the screen was damaged and there was a malfunction, but Song Yi didn't believe it.

He has a natural immunity to horror and the supernatural, so he naturally doesn't take it to heart.

Following Yan Changyue's instructions, he and the other party walked to the row of chairs, sat down one after another, and waited for the bus together.

Behind the two people was a high-hanging display screen with text flashing and switching between red and black.

Song Yi was sitting here, and even if he didn't care, he could feel that something was wrong.

This unlucky environment, this problematic location, and the chill all over the body were slowly deepening as time went by.

Yan Changyue, who had been quiet all the way, suddenly said, "I've seen you."

Song Yi said "hmm" and didn't even bother to be perfunctory. Compared with his previous performance, it was completely the opposite and he had an attitude of "whatever you want".

It's like a scumbag who doesn't cherish what he has just gotten. Fortunately, both of them understand each other and they have no emotional entanglement.

At first, Song Yi might have been curious about her appearance, but the reason he wanted to communicate was entirely because of the "sense of incongruity".

He was too familiar with Yan Changyue. Those "differences" only flashed by briefly, but Song Yi could sense that something was wrong and thus became a breakthrough.

Song Yi seized this point and began to explore this world. Now that he has come to this point, it is time to reveal the cards.

In the chaos and weirdness, all the inappropriate situations, when combined together, no matter how outrageous they seem, will become reality when there is no escape...

"Who are you? Why are you looking for me?" Song Yi asked.

He is not narcissistic, nor is he blindly confident, but he has truly discovered through exploration that the reason he is here is because the other party wants it.

Just as he had felt before, the world was tolerant of this person.

Yan Changyue said: "In a time when you shouldn't exist, you appear again and again and pass by me."

Song Yi turned around and asked, "You are not Yan Changyue, right? Who are you?"

The other person shook his head and said seriously: "I am Yan Changyue, but I am not the one you know."

"To be precise, I am close to his illusion, his shadow, born from him and existing because of him. I am a part of him, but also independent of him."

Song Yi half believed this explanation. During these days, he had explored some of the wrong places.

It seems that they put the same but different parts together randomly in a panic, so the bug appeared. He made some guesses by comparison.

When he brings it up again today, Song Yi concludes: "His replica."

The other party was slightly stunned, laughed, and reached out to Song Yi again, saying: "You guessed wrong, I am independent, you can understand it as... a possibility of him in a different world line."

Song Yi did not respond, nor did he rush to refute. Instead, he continued to speculate based on the words.

"I have two questions. First, where is this place? Second... are you still alive?" Song Yi asked.

The man blinked and said ambiguously: "My existence is just a possibility. You can regard it as alive, or you can regard it as dead."

Song Yi smiled back and didn't say anything. He just signaled the other person with his eyes and continued speaking.

He was not disappointed. Two seconds later, Yan Changyue continued, "I don't know how to introduce it. You were born here and have passed by here many times. Let me think about it. What do you call it..."

"It's the flowing galaxy, the gap between the inner world and the outer world, and the place where the timelines intersect in the broken world."

Song Yi remained silent, staring at the other person without moving. As he looked at her, Yan Changyue smiled, and that delicate face slowly approached the one in his memory.

He was still thinking about the content and was in a trance for a moment.

Yan Changyue leaned forward and approached Song Yi again. Her slightly cool breath fell and when it passed through his nose, it made Song Yi wake up instantly.

He was so frightened that he jumped up. In panic, he took two steps back and almost turned around and ran away. He said "you you you" several times and couldn't utter a word.

He thought it was a riddle man, but actually he wanted to stick it!

At this moment, he was thinking: This is crazy, how could this person be Yan Changyue! How could it be Yan Changyue! This is really outrageous!

An illusion without boundaries!!

A horn sounded, and just at this moment, the car they were waiting for arrived. Song Yi had already turned around, and his footsteps paused. It was because of this hesitation that he was grabbed again.

The slightly cool fingers rested on his hands, and as they slowly tightened, a voice also rang out, saying:

"What are you afraid of? I am Yan Changyue. You can just pretend that you are looking at me in the mirror."

Song Yi pulled his hand back again and replied, "I can tell the difference. You are not the mirror, nor are you him. Stop pretending. In fact, you can no longer tell the difference. You don't know which Yan Changyue you are playing."

So when getting along with each other, the person in front of me is like schizophrenia, and his behavior is occasionally contradictory. But to be more specific, it is not just "Yan Changyue" who has this kind of situation.

In this world, the rest of the people are also like this, struggling and trying to imitate...

Yan Changyue fell silent, staring at him, her lips opening and closing, and finally she said, "No matter which Yan Changyue it is, isn't she still Yan Changyue?"

Song Yi shook his head and corrected, "That's different. The person I like is only that one person. The one in the past is not okay, the one in the future is not okay, and the one in another world is not okay."

"To me, even if two people have the same face, or even appear to be the same person, they are not the same person."

Their communication stopped and the world returned to silence. The car was still parked on the side of the road. It didn't leave and didn't honk. It was like a silent coffin, waiting for the body to be buried.

Yan Changyue turned around first and walked towards the bus, and then the two of them got on the bus one after another in silence.

Yan Changyue walked in front, and after stepping onto the stairs, she raised her hand first and pressed her palm on the screen, making a "beep" sound.

In addition to scanning codes and swiping cards, Song Yi also learned that there is also a way to pay for the ride by high-fiving.

He was stunned and couldn't understand this move.

But when he went up, he also raised his hand to follow the local custom and was about to try to pat him, when Yan Changyue suddenly turned sideways, stretched out her hand again, grabbed his wrist and stopped the action midway.

"You are still alive and have your own timeline. You can go back there. There is no need to do this." Yan Changyue explained.