From the realm of self-cultivation, I brought back the sect

"what is this?"

Living in Ning Yansheng's house, Chitose found a dusty box.

Open the chest for many interesting things.Most of them are old things from Ning Yansheng's childhood, such as popsicle sticks that he ate, a broken CD record, a silver ring, a set of comics that Chitose loved but couldn't afford when he was a child, and two water-blue marbles.

"Did you still collect these things when you were a child?" Chitose simply took out the whole box as if he had discovered a new world, and sighed with emotion when he saw the various things inside.

"So you also knew how to play with these things when you were young? I can't tell. You don't seem to have the character of this hobby."

Ning Yansheng also poked his head over.However, he also seemed to see these things for the first time.

"Are these mine? I don't remember, these don't belong to me." Apparently Ning Yansheng was also very clear about his character.He also didn't have a sudden change in his personality as an adult, and he was never such a playful person since he was a child.

The comic book in the box was not Ning Yansheng's favorite.Since he was a child, he has been reading books with many words that children don't like to read.

"Maybe someone else's." But that didn't make sense either.How can other people's things fall here.This is the house left to him by his mother, and there should be no other people's things.

And it shouldn't be the mother's either.When the very popular black-and-white manga was published, my mother had passed away.

"It's yours." Chitose opened the book.The book has been around for a long time, and the paper of the black and white comics has turned yellow.The comic book was published more than ten years ago, almost a few years after Ning Yansheng's mother passed away, when Ning Yansheng was about 12 years old.

"Look here, your name is on the title page." Chitose pointed to the signature on the title page and said to Ning Yansheng, "You can't afford it. The time is also written here, February 04, 2. What happened 29 years ago, It’s been 16 years this year.”

"Here's another line of fine print."

The handwriting in the small characters was a little blurry, Chitose had a hard time deciphering a few words.

"To... dear you... always miss you... well... your... stay..." The writing is blurred and only part of it can be read.

"Ah! I can't help it. I can't see the most important information at all. I guess someone gave it to you. This person calls you 'Dear You', so he must be with you It's very close."

"Impossible, there is no such person." Ning Yansheng shook his head.

Chitose thought.Yes, Ning Yansheng's mother had passed away at that time, and besides Ning's father, he would have no other relatives.It is certain that Father Ning did not write this either.

"I hadn't been to school at the time, so I didn't have any close friends or classmates. Maybe it's not my thing at all. After all, I don't read this kind of comics." Ning Yansheng pointed to the hot-blooded second-year male protagonist on the cover.

No matter how you look at it, this kind of male protagonist is not Ning Yansheng's favorite, but Chitose has been obsessed with this kind of story for a while.

"You're right." Chitose agreed.But then he found another pile of things under the box.

"This is a photo of you when you were a child, so cute." Chitose flipped through the photos one by one, with a smile on her face.

In the photo is the appearance of my lover Twelve Thirteen.The fleshy cheeks, pretending to be cool, make people want to pinch those fleshy cheeks.

suddenly.Chitose seemed to have seen some supernatural phenomenon, and involuntarily opened his mouth wide enough to swallow a duck egg. The facial features on his face were distorted, as if he couldn't find an expression that could be used to embellish his emotions, so he had to overturn the whole paint jar, daubing it casually on the face.

"I seem to see something that shouldn't be seen..."

Chitose picked up the photo and handed it to Ning Yansheng.

It was a picture of a playground.Ning Yansheng stood in front of the glass window, holding a piece of marshmallow with one hand, shyly showing scissors with the other hand, and looked shyly at the person behind the camera.

And Chitose saw the photographer's face reflected from behind the glass window.

He would not admit his mistake to that person, it was Chitose himself.

Chitose looked at Ning Yansheng suspiciously, trying to get a little truth from him.Ning Yansheng seemed to know his question and answered it.

"I do not know."

He really doesn't know.In fact, that period was when he was seriously ill, and Ning Yansheng's memories of that time were only the hospital bed and the open window beside the bed with dry sycamore trees.

That weird photo was left alone by Chitose, sandwiched in a black and white comic book, and placed on the table together.

桌上放着日历。日历上翻到了今天的日期20年2月28号。恰好今年也是闰年，明天就是2月29日。

Chitose recalled a certain supernatural saying that he had read—February 2th was a rift in time.People often fall into the crack of time unintentionally on this day.Chitose thinks this statement is very novel, but he has already experienced crossing and cultivating immortals, and he himself has become a demon, so these statements are not new.

However, this night made him have to believe this statement.

That night, Chitose got up at night.When he rolled over from the bed, Qiantui accidentally stepped on Ning Yansheng's stomach. Fortunately, dragons are very resistant creatures. Ning Yansheng snorted, grabbed Qiantui's ankle and squeezed twice.

"What's the matter?" Ning Yansheng's voice was dull, with a heavy drowsiness that couldn't be shaken off.

Chitose yawned and said, "I drank too much water, go to the bathroom."

"Yeah." Ning Yansheng agreed, and slept on the inside, giving up the seat to Chitose.Chitose squinted his sleepy eyes and turned into the bathroom like sleepwalking. When he passed the desk, he took a look at the electronic clock on the desk.

It's two minutes to zero.

Chitose went straight to the bathroom.When I stepped out of the bathroom, it was exactly midnight on the 29th.The room seemed blurred, but he didn't see it with his eyes closed.Climbed back to bed by instinct only, but bumped into a stool.

That's weird, was there a stool here just now?

But Chitose was too sleepy, so he didn't think much, and walked around the stool and continued to follow the bed.

There was a faint smell of potion in the air, which made Chitose a little anxious.Among them, the smell belonging to Ning Yansheng made him feel at ease.

Chitose climbed directly onto the bed, and was about to put his arms around Ning Yansheng on the inside, but felt a strange touch.

This arm is a bit small...

Chitose was startled, it was obviously not Ning Yansheng's touch.He sat up abruptly, opening his eyes in horror.

Then I saw a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy also looking at him in horror.

"Who are you!? Why did you appear in my room? Let me tell you, I have security guards at home, so don't mess around."

The boy's already pale face looked even more frightened.He pretended to be calm and threatened Chitose.But obviously, he was also taken aback.

But Chitose was completely stunned.

He remembered what he had said during the day.Seeing that fleshy face, I want to pinch it twice.

Unexpectedly, it came true so soon.Chitose no longer knew whether what was in front of him was real or not, he raised his hand in a daze, and squeezed the boy's face.

Soft.It does exist.Not hallucinations.

"Honey, are you rejuvenated or am I stupid?"

The author has something to say: I saw the saying that February 2th is a space-time rift in 29truth of Sangda University under the moon.I strongly recommend Yuexia Sangda's supernatural texts, which are really unique. 7truth and the Book of the Dead are my two favorite supernatural works.However, these two books were posted on the defunct Yuyang website before Yuexia Sangda, and jj does not have them here.Quietly make a wish that Da Da will continue to write ghost stories one day.

In addition, don't let the timeline be a parallel world, don't be linked to reality.In the article, there are no events in 2020.