mist [unlimited]

This wasn't about the little cake. Song Qinglan asked something again, but Ji Yushi didn't catch it clearly: "Ah?"

Song Qinglan asked, "How does it taste?"

He looked closely at Ji Yushi's face, still in that relaxed tone, and said, "You just sat there stupidly, staring at it for so long without saying a word, isn't it too unpalatable? Where did it come from? "

Back to this day during the last monsoon rain, he had no money on him, and he was unable to make mobile payments due to equipment limitations.

That's why Song Qinglan asked this question.

"It was given by the proprietress 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 at you, someone will give you something." Song Qinglan said "tsk", "It seems that I can't do without keeping an eye on you."

Ji Yushi's thoughts were following Song Qinglan's words, such rambling words relieved his chaotic mood at the moment, brought him back to his original reality, and became clear-headed again: "The lady boss is older than me. 30 years old." Leaning his back against the wall, he replied to Song Qinglan's words, "I often visited her shop when I was young, and she is very nice."

Song Qinglan smiled a little.

In the misty rain and mist, the voice of Ji Yushi's voice seemed to become hazy.

He went on to say: "On the day of the accident, I bought cakes from her family when I got home from school."

On that day more than ten years ago, the memory has become far away, even in the rainy season, I still remember every detail that happened that day.

"I bought four. If he works overtime late, I won't be hungry. He usually packs meals at the restaurant he often goes to when he returns late, and sometimes he will bring back a small card from the restaurant. It smells like perfume. The female owner of the restaurant wanted to chase him, but he didn't understand. I thought it would be good if I reminded him earlier. Maybe he will start a date, and when the day comes, maybe something different will happen gone."

There is no if in the world, they all understand.

But Song Qinglan didn't refute or comfort her.

This day is destined to belong to Ji Yushi's day and Sheng Han's day.

They stood under the eaves for a while, and the number of people on the road gradually increased.From time to time, passers-by would cast their gazes at them—mostly because Song Qinglan was too tall, and the two of them were in an intimate posture, which attracted people's attention.Fortunately, passers-by were rushing to work or to the morning market, so they didn't pay much attention to them, so they didn't make any adjustments.

About ten minutes passed.

Song Qinglan glanced outside from the corner of the wall.

I saw that Ji Yu, who came to this day last time, was still sitting on the bench, and was still staring at the little cake in a daze.

"Have you been sitting there for a long time?" Song Qinglan asked, "When did you leave?"

"Leaving at 7:44." Ji Yu remembers it clearly.

The time when the incident happened was around 7:50. He made up his mind last time, so when the time came, he resolutely left.

Song Qinglan looked at the communicator, it showed [1439.04.0607:16:32].

There are still about 30 minutes until now, and it is almost the same as what Ji Yushi sneaked back to explain to him last time, Ji Yushi used this opportunity to be in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Beside, Ji Yushi asked nervously.

Song Qinglan was about to answer, but was slightly taken aback.

Not more than ten 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 fell to the ground .

It was a piece of golden tinfoil.

The chocolate-covered kind.

Ji Yushi squeezed it between his fingers, lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly.

When they were at Rubik's Cube, Song Qinglan had secretly given him a piece of chocolate, and only the two of them knew about it.

Seeing this scene, Song Qinglan's heart was hit hard, as if someone was hitting his heart with a stick, he suddenly looked back, and pushed Ji Yushi, who was about to probe over to check the situation, against the wall.

People come and go.

The eyes of passers-by rested on them again.

"Someone is watching us." Ji Yushi reminded in a low voice.

"I know." Song Qinglan's hand was so strong that it hurt Ji Yushi's shoulder, and she said in a low voice, "Otherwise I..."

Because the distance is too close, these words are simply whispered, and the warm breaths sweep each other's faces, which is a little more ambiguous than usual.

The faces of both of them were different from before.

Each other's eyes really reflect each other's shadow.

Song Qinglan's black eyes were like a cluster of flames, causing Ji Yushi to have the illusion that he was about to be burned. He didn't quite understand why the other party did this suddenly. He had never seen such strong emotions in Song Qinglan's eyes.It seemed like if he let go, he would disappear.

Fortunately, within three or four seconds, Song Qinglan slowly let go of her hand.

He didn't do anything, he just bowed his head and said, "Suddenly thank you for giving you the chocolate."

During the monsoon rain: "?"

The timing and the occasion are wrong, and now is not the time to talk about it.

So Song Qinglan just smiled lightly, skipped mentioning other things, and broadcast the live situation during the monsoon rain: "Now, another 'you' has started to play Tetris."

Of course Ji Yushi knew what the other self who was more than ten meters away was doing.

Song Qinglan asked: "If we pass by now, will the other 'you' spot us?"

Another bench made during the monsoon is the only way to enter the community.

Song Qinglan wasn't quite sure if it was the right time to do such a thing, or they should not go into the community, but leave the benches while waiting for another monsoon rain.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 get the perfect position - that bench, they can see the face of the murderer passing by.

"Probably not." Ji Yushi said, "In my memory, the last 'I' didn't see two sneaky, gay suspicious elements."

Song Qinglan: "..."

It was the first time I heard someone describe myself and my boyfriend like this.

It's very precise.

I have done so many recorder tasks during the monsoons, and many of them will only succeed after doing it several times.He accepts the fact that several selves exist at the same time at the same time, but it is the first time that he cannot be seen by another self when he returns to the past time.

Any mistake may make the past self change his mind, even if the chance of that is very small, they can't take the risk.

"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 after the other 'me' is gone."

[1439.04.0607: 44: 12]

Monsoons from the rewards at the end of the Cube quest left the bench.

Against the background of the black combat uniform, the back was thin and thin, and disappeared in the drizzle at the end of the street.

The two people who hid walked out of the corner of the street and walked all the way to the bench along the eaves.

The bench stands under the wooden fence on the side of the road. In spring, the green yellow woods grow luxuriantly, forming a small world to shelter from the sun and rain. It seems that there is still warmth from another rainy season.

There is a small cake on the bench.

Its owner was too lonely and left it here.

Ji Yushi picked it up, walked two steps, and put it into the trash can beside him. Who would have thought that he could still clean up the wet trash for himself more than ten days ago.

The main entrance of the community is a main road, which can be regarded as the main road.

The two stand out even more here.

Ji Yushi sat back on the bench again, and Song Qinglan stood at the other end a little far away, looking like strangers, but they just happened to be here to shelter from the rain and wait for others.

They tacitly did not speak.

Each other is paying attention to the approach of time.

[1439.04.0607: 49: 45]

5 minutes passed.

Everything is normal on the main road, no suspicious person.

I can't sit still during the monsoon rain.

Song Qinglan leaned against the pillars of the wooden shed, twisted a piece of yellow wood fragrance leaves in her hand, and looked around the community calmly.

Time passed quickly, but also very slowly.

Every minute and every second was stretched infinitely long, but it was disappearing rapidly.

[1439.04.0607: 51: 45]

"What if he was in the community in the first place, instead of entering here now?" Ji Yushi stood up suddenly, ignoring all that, with an uneasy expression on his face, "I haven't seen the specific time of what happened back then, Not sure exactly what minutes and seconds, but 'I' should be out soon, first class at 8:15."

He was talking about the other him rushing to school.

Xiao Shenghan, who is only eight years old.

If they waited any longer, they would wait until Xiao Shenghan walked out of the community, which meant that they had missed the critical moment.

Song Qinglan also thought of this, and immediately said, "Let's go in together."

Lips lose their color during the monsoon rains.

Upon closer inspection, it 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 committing the crime!"

Of course I understand during the monsoon.

All this can't be changed anyway, his father's death is already a foregone conclusion, whether he saw the murderer before the murder or the murderer after the murder, it doesn't make any difference for him to go back and close the case.

However, even if he understood this, he couldn't just watch his father die.

It's like... as long as he sees the killer in advance, he can stop it all.

It's an instinct.

This idea is dangerous.

It rained harder.

The two were cold and did not bring an umbrella.

Song Qinglan quickly pulled up the hood of Ji Yu's hood and put it on his head to keep out the rain.

Song Qinglan did all this meticulously. After she finished, she kissed him on the forehead and gave him a firm hug: "Don't be afraid, we'll be together."

Ji Yushi: "Yes."

The two of them got into the rain curtain.

After walking a few steps, Ji Yushi suddenly stopped, his face turned pale, "Song Qinglan..."

In the rain, Song Qinglan had drops of water on her nose: "What?"

During the monsoon rains, the body was wet by the rain.

The old-fashioned rubber-pink hoodie has grown so dark that, at first glance, it's almost purple.

His imitation face with no memory was half covered by the hood, and the rain fell on his eyebrows and eyelashes, making his eyebrows and eyes 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 were so painful, and said word by word: "I have to go in alone."

Song Qinglan felt that something was wrong, she sternly refused: "No."

Ji Yushi did not speak.

Song Qinglan wiped away the tears that fell down his face at some point for him, brushed her long and thick eyelashes with her thumbs, and said to him in the sound of rain: "I am your guardian this time, if you go in alone, there is no guarantee that something will happen. What."

Ji Yushi raised his eyes to look at him, the expression in his eyes was shocking: "It has already happened."

Song Qinglan felt chills: "What happened?!"

"No time!!" Ji Yushi was trembling all over, grabbed his clothes, his knuckles turned white with force, and gritted his teeth, "I have to argue! You must let me in alone! In the established Always complete the established things, have you forgotten?!"

To accomplish the given thing at the given moment.

These words turned on the switch of absolute trust, and Song Qinglan's heart was shocked.

Let go of him.

Ji Yushi also let go of his fingers, turned around and entered the community without looking back.

The flowers and plants are flourishing, and everything remains the same.

I have come back countless times in my dream, but every time is more real than now.

Step by step, he went upstairs like a walking dead, and the small advertisements that the property had just cleaned up were everywhere.

Floor by floor, the corridor lights are on.

He stepped up nine steps and came to the corner of the stairs,

A child wearing a yellow raincoat and carrying a backpack appeared in front of him. He looked a little obedient and was holding the strap of his schoolbag.

He stopped and looked at the child.

The child looked up at him too.

Those eyes were clean and clear, innocent and innocent.

Fate is a circle.

They pass by.