After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

At 8pm on a Sunday, the number of people dining in the cafe dwindled.Wang Hao looked at this cafe through the window, and suddenly remembered what it looked like ten years ago.It is also such a small cafe. He and Qianqian often come here on Sunday afternoons, order a cup of coffee, and do their own things relative to each other.

Time flows so slowly, as if you can catch the traces of it passing on the skin, and it passes so fast, when you look up, it will be dark, and in a blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

The appearance of this city is changing with each passing day, and it has completely changed in just ten years.

Whether it was before going abroad or after returning to China, he came back here several times, and even wandered around in the middle of the night several times, chasing the phantom of his lover, but he could never meet the person he wanted to see again.

However, just a few days ago, someone mentioned that dusty name again.

He hesitated for a while in front of the window, but finally pushed the door open and entered.Whether it was real or not, he had to see the relic for himself.

The male waiter who was standing by the window waiting for the order of the guests waved to him and led him to the seat specially separated by the curtain.

There are already two people sitting here, a young man looking at 26, and a beautiful woman.Strangely, they sat on both sides of the sofa, leaving a large area in between.

He was a little puzzled, so he asked, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Zhang Yan?"

"I'm."

The tall young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes stood up and made a gesture of invitation: "Is Mr. Wang Hao right, please sit down." When he was seated, he said to the other side: "Yi Han, come here for Mr. Wang A glass of Americano."

"No, no need." Wang Hao quickly waved his hands, "I will pick up my wife later."

The young man didn't force himself, sat down again, and said, "I think your time is also very tight, so I won't go around in circles."

Wang Hao nodded.

The young man continued: "Actually, we don't have anything that Miss Zhang wants to pass on to you."

Wang Hao frowned immediately: "What?"

The young man continued, "But we did invite you here because of Miss Zhang's wish."

This sentence made Wang Hao even more puzzled.Qianqian has been dead for ten years, and died of an accident, how could she have any last wishes?Even a liar should not use such a clumsy lie.

"What you will see next may make you feel unbelievable," the young man paused, "You can choose to believe it, or you can think that everything is just a dream."

Although the young man in front of him looked very upright and his tone was very sincere, his words began to make Wang Hao feel uneasy. He began to intuit that something was about to happen, and this event might upend his life.

He grabbed the arm of the sofa, intending to leave.At this moment, the young man nodded to the beautiful woman sitting next to him.The woman suddenly smiled, and suddenly stretched out her slender hand, Wang Hao didn't have time to avoid it, and was touched between the eyebrows by the pale fingertips.

It only took a moment, and the touched part seemed to be pierced by an ice needle, which was painful and cold.He grabbed his forehead with his hand, but fortunately, the coldness and pain gradually eased and spread at the same time.

When he raised his head again, suddenly there was another person on the opposite side, sitting between the previous two.

He originally thought that he had encountered fraud or something else, and he was accumulating a lot of anger, but the anger disappeared the moment he saw this person.

He froze in the distance, and after a while, he opened his mouth and called out tentatively: "Qianqian..."

The girl opposite smiled: "Long time no see."

For ten years, he had only seen this face in his dreams, and every time it was the girl's last bloody appearance, but the one in front of him was the same as the original appearance, and it hadn't even been eroded by the years.

Is this another dream?A ecstasy set up by a liar?He pinched his thigh severely and grinned in pain, but he didn't wake up just yet.

She is real... This Qianqian is real... How is this possible?

"How much time do you have to waste?" The big beauty who had been silent all this time suddenly said coldly, "This spell is only effective for 5 minutes."

"5 minutes?!" At least 2 minutes have passed by now.

"Wang Hao." The girl opposite called out, with tears welling up in her eyes, "How are you doing now?"

His eyes were also sore for a while, but he only nodded: "I'm fine now. Qianqian, I..."

In the ten years since she left, too many things have happened in his life.

Qianqian showed a smile: "I know, I heard that you returned to China, got married again, and gave birth to a daughter, right?"

He nodded with a sob.

"Won't you show me a picture of your child?"

"Okay...okay..." Wang Hao quickly took out his wallet from his pocket, and there was a family photo in the wallet. Wang Hao's wife was holding her daughter, and behind him was a towering Ferris wheel. All three of them were smiling very much at the camera. brilliant.

"She is very cute." Qianqian said, "And your wife...is also very beautiful..."

"Her name is Qianqian." Wang Hao said suddenly.

The girl froze and looked at him in surprise.

"My daughter's name is Wang Qianqian." The man's speech speed became rapid, and the hand holding the wallet trembled, as if he was trying his best to suppress the surging emotions.

Qianqian laughed again, but tears kept overflowing from her eyes.

Wang Hao stretched out his hand to help her wipe away the falling tears, but his finger passed the girl's cheek directly.

At this moment, he was once again blocked by the gap between life and death.

Time was about to run out, and Qianqian's figure gradually blurred.

"I love you." Wang Hao said, his palm stubbornly refused to take it back.

"Me too." Qianqian replied, her voice gradually becoming hazy, and her disappearing hand overlapped his, as if gently stroking the back of his hand...

That night, Qianqian's soul left the place where she had wandered for ten years.It wasn't until this day that Zhang Yan knew that a happy soul would emit such a beautiful brilliance.

Like fireflies in the night sky, small but warm.

People keep leaving, but life keeps going.

The seasons turn, and in the twinkling of an eye, it will be another two months, and early winter will come to this city.

When the day was about to close again, Zhang Yan stood behind the counter, repeatedly and mechanically wiping the table, as if to wipe off the layer of paint, but he didn't know where his mind went.

"Dingling..." Suddenly, the wooden door of the cafe was pushed open, and a tall and familiar figure walked in.

It's Fang Qian.

Zhang Yan narrowed his eyes and pupils, quickly let go of the rag in his hand, and dodged to hide behind the towering coffee machine.

I don't know when, this has become his subconscious action.

He heard Wang Lan walking over, and Fang Qian ordered a glass of Americano as usual.

If you drink coffee so late, you won't be able to sleep.When this thought crossed his mind, Zhang Yan froze for a moment.

Whether Fang Qian can sleep or not, what does it have to do with him?

A wry smile immediately overflowed the corner of his lips, and he actually knew the answer very well.

Zhang Yan sighed for a long time, skillfully made a cup of latte, and said to Wang Lan who came over, "I'll take it there, you get off work first, I'll be the last to go."

Wang Lan glanced at him and nodded: "Okay, thank you."

"It's okay, you've worked hard today."

He looked down at the white milk froth floating on the surface of the coffee gradually disappearing, feeling as if he lost something in his heart.

Fang Qian's presence reminded him all the time that He Lanjue was no longer there.

In any case, nothing can be changed.

Zhang Yan put the coffee cup on the tray, and when he raised his head again, his expression was already calm.

Fang Qian had calculated the time to come - today he was going to take Yi Han to eat supper, or rather, Yi Han was going to take him to have supper.

He has pushed it in front of him many times, saying that there is a casserole that is very delicious, and he must go to eat it in winter.

He didn't have any special preferences for things like casserole, but he couldn't refuse Yi Han's look of anticipation in his eyes.It seems that a long time ago, there was also a person who recommended his favorite things to him with such an expression.

What does it matter what you eat when you are with the person you like?But does he really like Yi Han?This occasional meeting has been going on for several months, but their relationship has not improved by leaps and bounds.

While he was thinking wildly, a man walked to the table.

"Your coffee, please take it easy." The man put the fragrant coffee in front of him.

He was about to thank him casually, but he was startled suddenly when he heard the voice, and couldn't help but look up.

It's Zhang Yan.

Of course he still remembers the embarrassing scene when they parted last time, why this person can always easily break into his life and disturb his mood: "Why are you here?"

Zhang Yan smiled: "I am the barista here, of course I should be here."

"Then why do I..." I have never seen you.

Before he finished speaking, Fang Qian came to his senses - if a person does not want to be seen by another person, of course there are various ways.

Thinking of this, anger suddenly burned: Dare to follow and dare not show your face?

Zhang Yan is the barista here, so he has always replaced his coffee. It was not Yi Han's mistake from the beginning, but he did it on purpose because he knew that he actually didn't like clear coffee.

Since he didn't want to be discovered by him, why did he do such unnecessary things?Fang Qian's mood became extremely complicated in an instant, just like the cup of coffee in front of him, a little sweet, a little bitter, and more indescribable.

"I'm really sorry about what happened last time." The young man said with an apologetic expression.

"It's nothing." Fang Qian tried his best to maintain a calm expression, "If you don't tell me, I will almost forget it."

"Ah."

"Have you always been like this? Peeping at me quietly?"

"Ah?" Zhang Yan seemed taken aback, and shook his head quickly, "No, it's not..."

He was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said: "Actually, I'm going to resign soon. I probably won't meet you again."

"Resign?" Fang Qian raised his eyebrows, "You want to leave Chenhai?"

"No." The man said, mumbled, "There are other important things."

Fang Qian glared at Zhang Yan angrily, and clenched his fists involuntarily. He seemed to never be able to understand this man: he was approaching and then alienating, and he clearly kissed him, but called another person's name.