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Jiang Hang was dragged out by several security guards.

The knees rubbed against the concrete, and the jeans quickly tore holes.The blood flowed out along the cracked skin, the pale curtains, and the white mourning cloth covering the mahogany coffin.

The sky was foggy.

Jiang Hang fell on the side of the road, and the heavy rain suddenly poured down.

The blood was flowing all the time, mixing with the rain.

Jiang Hang lay there, seeing people entering and coming out of Duan's house, black mourning clothes, crying tears.It seemed as if no one saw him, ignoring his existence.

Duan Qing's photo, being held in the arms of the person who walked at the front of the funeral.

It rained all over the sky.

After lying down for an unknown amount of time, Jiang Hang finally felt tired.

He got up from the ground and saw that the surroundings had changed from emerald green summer to late autumn with fallen leaves.

The door of the Duan family’s house was still open. Without the white mourning cloths, the once bright red paint on the roof of the house had fallen to the point where only traces remained. The security guards who had stood on both sides of the door had all disappeared.

Jiang Hang staggered to the gate of the courtyard.

Obviously it feels like not too long has passed,

But the plug on the door frame seemed to have experienced the vicissitudes of life, and a thick layer of rust had already formed.

As soon as you pinch it, "snap!" The ground is broken.

Not a trace of weirdness.

Jiang Hang instinctively thought that maybe many years had passed since he knew Duan Qing died.

Pushing open the door, Jiang Hang walked into the courtyard.

The inside is still the same as when Duan Qinggang passed away, but the once clean concrete floor has been covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, and the stone walls have grown yellow dry grass.

In the middle of the yard, there is a stone well.

Jiang Hang pushed open the painted door.

There are old furniture in the house, and the stairs leading to the second floor seem to be summoned by someone.

He leaned on the wall and walked up step by step.

Then very skillfully, he pushed open the first door on the right.

"You came."

The white-haired Mrs. Duan sat on her knees in front of the round wooden mirror in the room, combing her hair with a comb.

"Mrs. Duan..."

"For decades, you really persevered and came to visit me, an old woman, every day."

"what?"

Jiang Hang doesn't understand?

What is "decades as one day"?

Mrs. Duan, haven't you already forgotten him?

After they came out of the book, the day Duan Qing died...

"Yeah, do I... come every day?"

The mirror on the opposite side entered Jiang Hang's eyes, and Jiang Hang suddenly realized that even himself in a gray suit had white hair that could not be covered by his temples.

He didn't feel strange all at once.

It may really have been many years.

Madam Duan combed her hair, stood up, and walked to the window very slowly.

"Come every day."

"Rain or shine."

"Duan Qing has been gone for so many years..."

Jiang Hang stood where he was and stretched out his hand. The palm that was white and tender yesterday was already covered with wrinkles.

"You come every day, day after day, year after year. Mr. Jiang, I remember you are a teacher?"

"Yes."

Jiang Hang looked at the knuckles of his index finger and middle phalanx that were calloused by chalk, and nodded.

"I haven't seen anyone else around you in these years."

"Really?" Jiang Hang said unexpectedly calmly, "Probably...he doesn't really want to be with anyone."

"Then you are also very rare. You don't marry a wife and have children, you stay in this small city silently, you push away the opportunity to develop into a wider world, and you live an ordinary life every day. In the end... I will come to see you every day Take a look at Duan Qing."

"Is it……"

"Yup……"

Madam Duan turned her head and smiled palely at him.

Jiang Hang also laughed.

……

……

……

For a long, long time, the two of them stood in place, chatting lightly, neither of them knew what was going to happen next, just like old friends, just talking about some irrelevant words.

"Then I come here every day...what do I do?"

"In those early days, when Mr. Jiang came over, he would always ask to see me. He said that you were Xiaoqing's lover, and begged me to let you meet Xiaoqing. At that time, Mr. Jiang seemed to have completely lost his soul. It's really strange Ah, as Xiaoqing's mother, I know what kind of people Xiaoqing has known since I was a child. But I have never seen Mr. Jiang appear in Xiaoqing's world. "

"In the next few years, Mr. Jiang seems to have accepted the previous things. What's "Duan Qing has been with me for many years, I am Duan Qing's lover" is all caused by Mr. Jiang's own lust. We all think that You will no longer appear at Xiaoqing's house. Unexpectedly, the next day after admitting that everything you and Xiaoqing are together is a fantasy, you will still come to Xiaoqing's house as usual .”

"It's just that it's no longer like a lunatic shouting 'I'm Duan Qing's lover'." "At that time...was I crazy?"

"Yes."

"..."

"and after?"

"Later... there was nothing later, but for decades, Mr. Jiang came to the place where Xiaoqing lived, and said 'I'm back' to the air every day, as if he came home from get off work."

"I sat on the second floor and watched you day after day, year after year, black hair turned white, youth turned old."

"Mr. Jiang, you guarded Xiaoqing's house for 30 years because of a so-called illusory dream and an encounter that never happened..."

In the sky, one after another red maple leaves floated.

……

It turns out that without Duan Qing, life is so boring.

Duan Qing.

I don't know how long it took.

The dead leaves outside the window seemed to be gone.

Jiang Hang looked up, and suddenly found a beam of sunlight tearing through the darkness from the window and shining into his pupils.

"Mr. Jiang."

A call came from my ear.

Jiang Hang looked up.

However, Mrs. Duan was no longer there.

In the garden outside the window, the garden is full of spring scenery.

"Mr. Jiang."

That call resounded in my ears again.

Jiang Hang quickly glanced around, "Madam Duan? Madam Duan?"

There was no trace of Mrs. Duan, but the moment he turned his head, he suddenly saw a familiar figure in the log mirror on the wall of the house.

White windbreaker, black turtleneck sweater, washed jeans.

The face is indescribably white and tender.

That's right!

It is himself.

Myself at 30!

Jiang Hang's eyes widened, because the moment he subconsciously looked at his hands, he clearly saw wrinkled palms.

"You are……?"

At the other end of the mirror, with his head down, he slowly raised his chin.

With a sweet smile on his face, he was very happy, as if he was nourished by life and warm.The moment he raised his hand in the mirror, he saw the sapphire blue ring tightly worn on his right ring finger.

"This is the ancestral ring my mother gave to my father when he married her."

"Jiang Hang, accept this ring, and I, Duan Qing, will really be your husband."

Yes!

Jiang Hang remembered.

After Duan Qing took him to get his marriage certificate that day, when he returned home, his Duan Qing once again took out the ring that had tried to encircle him countless times, knelt on one knee in the hall on the first floor, and asked all the subordinates in the family to witness .

Propose to him affectionately.

"Ahang, are you willing to marry me?"

"..."

"I...will."

……

The self in the mirror, stretching out his hands to the mirror.

Jiang Hang felt as if his body was attracted by something, he lifted his legs unknowingly, and walked slowly towards the person in the mirror who stretched out his hand step by step.

He also stretched out his hand, and stuck between his five fingers with himself in the mirror.

Whoosh!

His fingers were suddenly grabbed by a huge force.In an instant, the surrounding environment was like a mirror, cracking and cracking like crazy.There was a loud sound, countless light and shadows were reflected in the fragments of the mirror, and all the light and shadows were every bit of his life in the book world.

The appearance of Duan Qing pampering herself, the tenderness of Duan Qing when cooking for herself, the deep gaze of Duan Qing when she makes/loves herself.

"Ahang, I love you."

"Xiao Qingqing..."

I, too, love you very much...

In the space where the mirror fragments are floating, the edges collide with each other, and a sound echoes together——

Duan Qing, I love you too.

Jiang Hang was stunned.

This voice, this voice is...

"It's your own voice!"

"Jiang Hang" in the mirror in front of him stepped out of the mirror bit by bit, looked at him with a smile,

Hold hands with his fingers.

Jiang Hang raised his head, with shining eyes, he looked at the 30-year-old self in front of him who was nourished by life.

"This is... my heart...?"

"Yes." That "Jiang Hang" smiled,

"Deep in your heart, you deliberately suppressed your feelings for Duan Qing."

"Actually, you really love Duan Qing very much, but you dare not admit it. In the real world, because you have experienced too much sincerity but have not received anything in return, you are used to being the most trusted person after you step into society. The feeling of being stabbed in the back by a person, to the leaders, to the students, to be a good teacher with a good smile in front of the superiors, and to be a good teacher who instructs the students. It is really too hard."

"These sufferings lead you to want to have a world where you can follow your heart and follow your wishes no matter what you do. So after entering the world of books, you met Duan Qing who was devoted to you wholeheartedly, and you threw away all your dreams. If Duan Qing treats you well, you will gladly accept it, and never want to consider Duan Qing's feelings."

"But deep down in your heart, you still care about Duan Qing very much. Do you still remember every late night, when Duan Qing hugged you to sleep, and when he fell asleep? You also have nightmares, dreaming that one day, Duan Qing Qing suddenly doesn't want you anymore. You will also open your eyes and look at Duan Qing in the middle of the night, and you can't help but secretly kiss his lips."

"Jiang Hang, you shouldn't keep avoiding your feelings for Duan Qing because of the shackles of the past. Duan Qing has really paid too much for you. He will definitely not be like those people he met before. , and stab you in the back after you give your heart. He is Duan Qing, who is willing to exchange his life for a carefree world for you..."

The words spoken by the self in front of him are like fingers, grasping Jiang Hang's heart that he is trying to restrain, and breaking the shackles he imposed on the outside one by one,

Then he put all his truest thoughts in broad daylight.

"Jiang Hang, did you see it?"

"What? What did you see...?"

"Your world without Duan Qinghou."

Jiang Hang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he saw himself on the opposite side let go of his hands, and then waved lightly at the pale space full of mirror fragments,

From the red coffin under the white funeral cloth to the red coffin at the funeral, to the home where Jiang Hang left Duan Qing again with gray hair decades later.

The screen reappears again.

"Don't, don't let it go!"

When Jiang Hang saw these scenes, he had experienced them just now!It's too much to bear!This world where Duan Qing does not exist, the real world where Duan Qing dies alone after Duan Qing leaves!

"But all of this is about to be staged for real..."

The self in the mirror raised his head, and his expression suddenly became so sad. Looking at the lonely reflection in the sky, he muttered in a very light tone,

"Did you know that the consciousness of the original owner in the book world invaded your body again, and forcibly sealed your consciousness in the deepest part of the body. Now he is using your body to start a crazy revenge on Duan Qing. "

Before the words fell, the surrounding pictures switched like a slide show.

The moment Jiang Hang saw the picture, his face twisted.

sky!What are these? !

he sees—

is in the world of books:

Duan Qing fell on the big bed, his face was pale, and the wound on his shoulder was continuously spurting blood.

In the bedroom, Assistant Xiaoqin huddled in a corner, trying to struggle to get up,

However, he was knocked unconscious again in the corner by the desk lamp flying across his head.

The original owner controlled Jiang Hang's body, fell off the bed barefoot, first walked up to Assistant Xiaoqin, raised his foot, and kicked hard.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

"Ahang!"

Duan Qing resisted the pain and opened his mouth to roar.

"Jiang Hang" had no intention of hesitating at all, he heard the voice, it was Duan Qing's shout,

Then let go of your legs and turn around slowly.

open mouth,

"What do you want me to do?"

"Ahang..." Duan Qing gritted his teeth, "You, wake up! Return Jiang Hang!"

"Come back?" The original owner seemed to have heard a shocking joke, and laughed for a long time, "Ah, Duan Ling's brother, what are you talking about!"

"What do you mean by 'return Jiang Hang'?"

He stepped forward, stepped on Duan Qing's wound, and twisted Duan Qing's bleeding shoulder with his toes.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"

"You fucking show me clearly!"

The original owner grinned ferociously, and the strength on his feet increased,

"I am the real Jiang Hang! Why do you ask me to give you back that fake personality!"

Duan Qing opened his eyes wide.

Then I saw that "Jiang Hang", flashing a sharp knife from his hand again, and suddenly raised it into the air, the tip of the knife was facing Duan Qing's heart!

"no, do not want--!"

Standing outside the image, Jiang Hang, in the white space filled with mirror fragments, saw what was happening in the book world presented by the image, and rushed madly at the blade that stabbed Duan Qing.

But it was just passing through in a hurry.

"Please! Let me go back! Let me go back!" Jiang Hang turned around abruptly, ran towards the person behind him, staggered over, knelt on the ground and begged,

"Let me go back to that body, I can't let the personality of the original owner of the book world kill Duan Qing!"

"Please! Please! I don't want Duan Qing to die!"

He really didn't want what he saw before to actually happen in the real world!

The world where Duan Qing died!

"Please...let me go back..."

Jiang Hang cried, his voice became hoarse, and he knelt on the ground, praying.

And standing in front of him, seeing Jiang Hang like this,

After holding back for a long time, he finally turned his eyes from staring at the sky to Jiang Hang's face.

He opened his mouth, and after a long time, he said softly,

"Are you really going back to the world of books?"

"Ok!"

"Go back...to save Duan Qing?"

"Yes!"

"Have you made up your mind?"

"I'm sure!"

"Okay then..." The self in the mirror sighed, and then suddenly his brows became serious, and he grabbed Jiang Hang's neck who was on the ground, and the space around him switched again, turning back into a red-lacquered villa.

He picked up Jiang Hang with a chokehold, and bumped it against the window.

Below the window is a stone well in the yard.

"If you really want to save Duan Qing, you must go back to the world of books and try your best to suppress the original owner's personality. If the original owner's personality takes over your body again, or if you can't stop the relationship between you and his personality, Fusion, then you will not be able to control the behavior of your body. At that time, the personality of the original owner will most likely control your body, which will cause an unimaginable disaster to Duan Qing's life!"

"We must prevent the original owner's personality from hurting Duan Qing!"

Seeing himself in the mirror, Jiang Hang let go of his hand, and his body suddenly fell into the stone well.

Pfft!

Vision begins to blur.

He tried his best, and finally opened his mouth, facing the mirror image that was gradually going away, he shouted,

"Then—what if I can't erase the original owner's personality no matter what!"

"If things really come to this worst step..."

"Then you can only find a way...to end your life in the book world before the original owner uses your body to hurt Duan Qing's life!"

"After you die, all real people who enter the book world will return to their original consciousness. Duan Qing will also wake up in the real world. It's just..."

"Just what?"

"It's just that I'm afraid you will forget everything that happened in the book world. Every bit of you and Duan Qing being together will be erased from your mind."

"After you wake up from the real world, you will never remember that you once deeply loved a man named 'Duan Qing'."

"Are you willing to bear the consequences?"

The author has something to say: QAQ that can be remembered again if you forget it

I'm not a stepmother =w=