[You who came from the stars] Bright Light Star

I went back to the hotel room alone. The owner of the hotel bought a lot of hardcover books to decorate the room. In order to match the European decoration style of the room, the books were mostly in foreign languages.

I chose a few books and took them to the living room, made a pot of tea, and wanted to divert my chaotic mood, but found it difficult to read in, and my mind was in a mess.

I simply put down the book, went upstairs, stood on the open terrace, closed my eyes and let go of my thoughts.

After quieting down, there seemed to be a voice that caught my thoughts. It was quite familiar. I had heard it somewhere before. That kind of female voice mixed with pride and weakness.

Half an hour later, she and the owner of the hotel appeared at the gate of the villa. A woman who missed the last boat and couldn't book a room, is she pitiful?Is it worthy of sympathy?

What does this have to do with me, why should she be taken in? Even though the villa has two floors, there are two rooms that do not interfere with each other.

I really don't know why, when the hotel owner asks for my opinion, I will nod in a strange way.

After letting her into the room, I went back to the sofa and sat down, picked up the book that had been turned over a few pages. In retrospect, it was the first time in my 400 years of life that I lived with a woman under the same roof. Can't find the right words to say.

She wasn't stage fright, she stood on the edge of the sofa talking to me with a bit of a dusty look, but she didn't intend to sit down.

Why are you here?Why stop there?Why is it so similar to the figure in my dream?

My eyes fell on the book, but I was organizing the language in my mind, thinking about how to ask these "nonsensical" questions.

But before she turned and left, I couldn't ask what I wanted to ask. I watched her disappear at the door of the room from the back, leaving myself alone, facing the sense of emptiness and powerlessness.

I raised my head and leaned on the sofa, threw the book on the edge of the seat, closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and exiled myself.

After about a cup of tea, a softly humming voice came from her room. It was a gentle voice that seemed to be telling something. Although it was a tune I had never heard before, it calmed me down exceptionally. Chaotic mood.

Until the voice faded and disappeared into the air intermittently, the tune still lingered in my mind. The scene under the maple tree in the afternoon and the scene in the dream reappeared repeatedly, and finally overlapped slowly.

I don’t know how long it took before another consciousness entered my mind. From the sound of water just now, it’s not hard to tell that she is taking a bath. How much time has passed since she entered and the singing just now?

I glanced at the clock, it was 9:[-] in the evening, and I was not sure how long she had been in because of the inexplicable lack of time.Soaking in the bath for too long will cause hypoglycemia, doesn't that woman know?Besides, she doesn't seem to have had dinner yet, right?

I stood up and walked to her door. There are two doors between the bathroom, the bedroom and the living room. I tried to knock, but there was no response. Is the sound insulation too good?No, I heard her singing very clearly just now.

"Qian Songyi." I knocked hard again, but there was still no movement at all inside, so I couldn't really faint, right?I pushed open the door and walked in. The bedroom was pitch black, only a faint yellow light leaked from the crack in the bathroom door.

I turned on the light in the bedroom, walked over quickly and continued to knock on the door, but the people inside still didn't respond.

Nothing was on my mind at that moment, the only thought was to get her out of the bathroom and deal with her hypoglycemia.

So, when I looked at the pale face wrapped in the wine-red sheets and considered how to feed her this glass of triple-sweetened fruit juice, I really had a hard time.

Her symptoms of hypoglycemia were obvious, with shortness of breath, cold body, some unconsciousness, and unnaturally pale lips.

Water must be fed to her!

"Qian Songyi, wake up, Qian Songyi." I helped her sit up, and called over and over again, hoping to bring her back to consciousness, but she subconsciously leaned into my arms, close to the warmth, and did not No sense of waking up.

The body she leaned over was trembling with cold, and the dizziness caused by sitting up made her groan slightly.

There was no further delay, saving people was the most important thing. I reached out and picked up the cup on the table to take a sip, and fed the water to her with my mouth. It wasn't until the glass of water was drained that her complexion softened a little.

Seeing her breathing gradually became steady, I thought she was fine.

Because of finding an angle to feed the water, we are now completely close together. I don't know when she started to hug my waist, but the current position is really hard for me to support.

I feel a little dizzy in front of my eyes, and what lingers around me is her fresh smell after bathing. Sure enough, this method of saving lives is not advisable. The blood and saliva of earth people has always been my taboo.

This feeling is similar to when I rescued Lawyer Zhang a few years ago. Before my physical condition deteriorated, I had to go back quickly.

I closed my eyes, tried my best to concentrate in this warm atmosphere, thought about the location of my home, and used my ability with all my strength.

Fortunately, although the moving position was a bit off, I came back successfully. I dragged my unwell body into the building of the community, pressed the elevator, and almost resisted to walk into the house. Afterwards, I probably passed out Well, when I woke up again, I was woken up by lawyer Zhang. He looked at me with a terrified face, probably because he was frightened by the way I fainted at the door.

"You are here."

"Teacher, what's wrong with you? You really scared me to death. Why did you faint at the door? Are you feeling unwell?"

Looking at his concerned eyes, I thought about it but couldn't explain it to him, so I nodded slightly, stood up with the hand he extended, closed my eyes weakly, and avoided passively.

When I opened my eyes again, my body felt much better. The extremely high temperature had receded. There was a large glass of freshly squeezed juice on the small cabinet next to the bed. I sat up and drank the juice slowly. up.

Throat still hurts, it hurts with every swallowing movement.The movement of the house next door was still noticeable, and upon waking up, this level of "noise" made it impossible for me to fall back asleep.

After sitting on the bed for a while, I got up and took a shower. I have to go to school in the afternoon. The final exam questions are sealed today, and the teachers of the subject have to sign.

After showering, changing, calling the towing management to tow the car I left at the port back into town, and all done, I headed out to school.

While waiting for the elevator, the movers next door were still busy coming in and out. The young man waiting for the elevator with me was holding a frame in one hand and talking excitedly on the phone in the other.

The elevator came, and I walked in, and he came in with him. Because he was walking on the phone and couldn't concentrate, he stumbled, and the photo he was holding casually in his hand was thrown out and hit the floor of the elevator On the ground, it shattered to the ground in an instant.

The crisp but violent cracking sound was particularly ear-piercing in the closed and descending elevator. I closed my eyes subconsciously for a moment, and the sound made me feel uncomfortable.

When he stood still, the photo frame was already broken on the ground. He looked at the fragments on the ground regretfully, and I followed his gaze and glanced at the fragments on the ground.

Just this one glance made my heart jump wildly. Regardless of the broken glass above, I picked up the photo on the ground.

The photo is a group photo of 4 people, the smiling little girl standing in the middle, I will never forget her face.How is it possible, how could it be her?

"Whose photo is this?" I grabbed the dazed young man at the elevator door, pointed at the photo and asked him loudly, "Whose photo is it?"

"No, I don't know, I guess it's the owner of this house." I questioned him loudly, and he was momentarily stunned by my question.

"Who is the owner of this house?" I shook his shoulders, "Tell me."

"It seems, it seems, it's that actress," he stammered, "Qian Songyi, but you can't tell me, we all keep the client's information confidential, I said, hey, did you hear... ..."

Ignoring what he was still talking about, I rushed out of the elevator and went straight to the school.

In the school archives, I dug out Qian Songyi’s school record. The photo on her school record was taken about 7 or 8 years ago, and her face, which is slightly immature compared to now, is seventy-seven times like the one I remembered. Eight points are similar.

Who are you? !

Twelve years ago, because of a sudden intuition, I saved a girl who was almost hit by a car. At that time, that girl had the same face as Yihua.

What is your relationship?Is it the same person?will you be her

Seeing the contact information in the student information, I dialed it directly, and one of her assistants answered the call. They only said that Qian Songyi had a signing event in the afternoon, and it was not convenient to answer the phone, so I asked about the location of the signing meeting. Actually at school.

I hung up the phone and listened intently. The noisy center was easy to locate.

The autograph session was very hot. I watched the female stars on the stage from a distance, and the urgent desire to prove in my heart seemed to be gradually subsiding.

No, it's not her, she is Cheon Song Yi, it can't be her...