Quanzai Cone

——Big, matter, no, good!

I have been staring at the ceiling for more than half an hour, and my eyes are so sore that I still dare not move my eyes.

Practice has proved that as long as I lower my eyes a little, I will immediately see the sleeping face of the boy who is lying next to me and facing me.

Due to the long period of stiffness, my hands and feet started to go numb. I burst into tears from the bottom of my heart, and my expression was still serious enough to go directly to the rostrum to give a speech. I was afraid that the strange boy would wake up in the next second and see me with a strange expression. Like a good man, he turned pale in shock and held me down while calling the police and sending me to prison.

...would he believe me if I said I was innocent?

But I was really struggling last night with the high school entrance exam review that was only a few days away, but when I opened my eyes in the morning, I found that I was sleeping with a strange man—help! Why did the 15-year-old young girl face such a terrible scene!

After begging my parents, all the gods and Buddhas, all kinds of monsters, and even returning to the cage after sleeping, I didn't return to the familiar small bed in the bedroom.

The boy was close to me, hands and legs intertwined, fluffy black hair rubbed against my cheeks, and the tiny airflow brought by my thin breath drifted down my jaw to the socket of my shoulders, leaving behind a lingering warmth.

I stared at the original ecological cement ceiling in the style of industrial wasteland, as if I had a great interest in a curved crack running across it, and took out the prudent eyes of the question to see the crack from the beginning to the end, and then from the end to the head, stalking The neck just didn't dare to look at the teenager who shared the same bed.

It seems that the room built underground has no windows, and the mobile phone is not within my line of sight. As a result, I have no way of judging the current time. I can only continue to suffer with the fear that the boy will wake up at any time.

The manuscript to appease the other party hit the second page, and I, who was frozen like a stone statue, did not wait for the boy to turn over and let go in order to get out of bed and escape, but felt his sudden increased breathing.

The wake-up omen knocked me like an alarm bell.

All the expected movements and words disappeared. The moment he opened his eyes, I kicked him off the bed reflexively, let out a high-frequency scream that reached the limit of human beings, and "swished" picked up the quilt and wiped half of his face. All wrapped up.

The boy who rolled to the ground with a "bang dong" acted instinctively to receive the body, avoiding the possibility of hitting the bedside table and causing a bloody accident.While pressing his forehead, he slowly got up and sat against the wall. The collar of his overly loose undershirt was rubbed open, exposing his pale neck and shoulders.After concentrating, the thin eyelashes that fluttered a few times like a butterfly opened, and a pair of misty iris eyes looked up at me.

The young man's unopened eyebrows and eyes still have some soft and blunt arcs, pitiful and innocent, which makes me look like a bully who has treated him like this or that.

... It seems to be right.

I was trembling, and immediately put on the bed a kneeling and respectful posture, and said loudly, "I'm really sorry! Although I don't know what happened, I will be responsible. Please don't call the police!"

After yelling in one breath, I waited for a while and didn't hear the sound. I raised my face anxiously, trying to observe the situation.

"Pfft." The young man sat cross-legged on the ground, resting his chin in one hand. He didn't intend to tidy up his clothes at all, but just glanced at me with a half-smile, "The lines are reversed, miss. You should call the police."

"Huh?" I was stunned for a moment, suddenly realizing.

Just say that something feels wrong, isn't the role completely reversed!

Still wrapped in a quilt, like a snail with a round shell on its back, I straightened up little by little, and silently covered my face.

"...Forget what happened just now," I stammered a bit, and firmly stabilized my tone, "Anyway, anyway, I really don't know why it happened like this..."

"When I woke up, I was suddenly in a different place and I couldn't remember who was lying on the same bed." Would he believe this kind of words?

After a moment of hesitation, I, who believe in honest communication, told him my situation honestly.

The teenager was noncommittal, got up and stood beside the bedside table, and reached out to pick up something - it seemed to be a photo.

After staring at the photo for a while, he flipped his wrist and handed it to me.I quickly took it with both hands and looked it over carefully.

The background is on snowy mountains.The man holding the shooting equipment turned his face and greeted the people behind him with a smile; the woman behind him raised her eyes with a smile, but what she looked at was not the camera but his face.The wind and snow passed behind the two of them, and the bright sun hung in the sky, shining brightly and cleanly on the sky and the earth.

I looked at this frozen picture, and my thinking slowly faltered.

Even in the embarrassing attire that just came off the battlefield, the appearance is quite mature, but look left, right, up and down—these are the faces of me and the boy!

Just looking at the photos, I can feel the intimacy between the two, but I don't have the slightest impression of the boy!

Terrible.

The situation gradually became outrageous. I glanced at the photo, glanced at the boy, and went back and forth several times, tongue-tied.

"There are words on the back." The young man who was looking around in the room slowly reminded.

I flipped through the photos in a daze, and a line of small characters landed on the upper left corner, vaguely my own handwriting.

[Destroy the Umbrella branch base, and take a souvenir with Zhijun in the snow mountain. ——December 2021, 12]

2021...

I finally grasped the point and jumped up from the bed, throwing off the quilt: "This is ten years later?!"

After the inspection, the boy glanced at me and began to change his clothes.Subconsciously, I picked up the coat stacked next to the pillow, and put it on in a daze.

The good news is that I haven't grown any hair in the past ten years, and the size of my clothes is just right; the bad news is that the boy on the other side of the bed is obviously a lot taller in the future, and his clothes and pants are all too long to hinder his movement—this also confirms the photo remarks Not a lie.

Wrapped in a cold combat uniform, my face was blank. As the boy walked towards the door of the bedroom, my consciousness fell into the ultimate three questions of human philosophy: Who am I?Where do I come from?Where am I going?

The boy didn't seem to care much about the lost ten years, and he opened the door and walked into the living room in a leisurely way with his baggy clothes on.I was no more than front and back with him, and we also stood in a much wider new space.

With a "snap", the boy turned on the overhead light.

The next second, I was blinded when I looked up.

The heavy arsenal full of all kinds of cold weapons and hot weapons, and only a tank was parked came into view, and the cold light of the blade made me close my eyes in pain.

I took a deep breath and asked in a sincere, weak, and bitter tone: "I surrender myself now, will the judge give me a lighter sentence?"

——Me ten years later, what are you doing!Isn't our ideal to be a doctor?With this kind of equipment, the hospital you want to work in is Gotham!