Aquaman, did he roll over today?

"Qi Yi—"

Song Che was hoarse. Hearing the sound, the young man turned his head and looked over with pure eyes, but the sound of an explosion suddenly sounded. Song Che's eyes were scarlet, and the sky was blushing, instantly drowning the young man's figure.

Fang Rui and the others immediately cheered and clapped each other's hands in celebration. Song Che's legs trembled and his knees hit the ground.

Laughter, words, seem to be far away from him in an instant, inaudible, so far away.

If it wasn't for him, Qi Yi wouldn't have died, if it wasn't for looking for him, Qi Yi would still be fine. Song Che buried his face in his hands and curled up on the ground.

Tears flowed silently from his fingers.

His fingertips pierced his cheek, leaving streaks of blood.

But Fang Rui and the others were not happy for long.

In the gloomy sky, the sea of ​​stars appeared suddenly, like falling from the sky, the star trails reversed, and the black galaxy surged out like a tide. In front of the vast waves, the earth was as fragile as paper, and with the bombardment of unfamiliar warships, in an instant Overturned everything.

Before people even had time to despair, their lives were taken from them.

Turned into a handful of dust.

Human purgatory.

The miserable screams of Fang Rui and the others resounded in his ears. Song Che curled up on the ground but barely responded. He looked at everything in front of him indifferently, like an absurd silent drama, no, maybe for him It is said that the mime drama that belongs to him has ended since the moment Qi Yi died.

Instant death, after a long and short time, the black river flowed backwards, the vortex gradually shrunk, as if an invisible thread was manipulating, the broken corpses were pieced back together, the dead stood up again, people quickly retreated step by step, time was rapidly regressing .

Song Che opened his eyes on the bed and stared at the snow-white ceiling for a moment. He pulled off the quilt, changed his clothes, and mechanically repeated the life of going to and from school, day after day, but the difference was that even doing He would often be lost in thoughts about the problem, and there always seemed to be a hazy figure of a young man in front of him.

Because of distraction, he even missed the championship of the competition, but he felt no regrets. Later, he gradually realized that the boy was real, and began to pretend that there was such a person, and lived with him.

He will prepare breakfast for two, prepare toothbrushes and towels for two, and pour two glasses of milk, as if that person has always been there and never left.

This state has continued.

Until that sunny afternoon, he came to the teacher's office with the lunch exercise that he had collected. Standing at the door in a trance, he heard the familiar voice, which was sloppy:

"It's like this... I'm not going to focus on my studies."

The Chinese class representative asked him, "Song Che, why are your hands shaking?"

Song Che ignored him, he stared at the backlit figure in a daze, and heard his heart beating rapidly and crazily.

Fei Zongwei put down the teacup, and Pang Dahai floated on it: "Come in."

By mistake.

The boy moved his eyes and looked over, and Song Che finally saw his face clearly.It was even more beautiful than when he dreamed back in the middle of the night. With just one glance, he described it thousands of times in his heart.

——if it were me.

I will definitely recognize you at first sight.

Putting down the paper in his hand, Song Che bit the tip of his tongue hard, until the bitter taste of blood filled his mouth, and he could restrain his emotions.

"Shall I move it for you?"

"Wipe the dust off the table."

"Thank you."

Touching fingertips and body temperature, Song Che's muscles couldn't help twitching a few times, and he quickly put his hands in his pockets, almost subconsciously wanting to keep this tiny bit of warmth.

Seeing that the boy wanted to throw away the waste paper, he said, "I'll help you."

Taking the ball of paper and holding it in the palm of his hand, Song Che seemed to hold some treasure.

However, even if he didn't remember anything, Song Che tried his best to restrain himself from staying away from the boy.

There is a voice in my heart that keeps reminding him that this is enough, watching him from afar and not getting close can protect him.

But the young man took the initiative to pull him back. His face was running red, his eyes were filled with a triumphant smile, and the broken light was vivid in his eyes. His two canine teeth bit his lips lightly, showing indescribable innocence. And cute.

"I'm Qi Yi, your name... is Song Che?"