Into a parallel world

"Bai Jifeng, I can do whatever I want!" Song Ci stared at the man in front of him angrily. The living room was in a mess right now, and it could be seen what kind of struggle he had just gone through.

Bai Jifeng was a little irritable, but his face remained calm.

"Your mother, I hope you can study hard and have a stable life in the future. Of course, I think so too. Wouldn't it be good to do what you want after you graduate and have a job?" Bai Jifeng approached Song Ci, this little leopard started to rebel, showed his paws, and started to growl. Although it was difficult to control, he liked Song Ci very much. At least let him know that Song Ci was thoughtful, so that he would not Live by fate.

My mother... Song Ci thought of her mother who was still lying on the hospital bed, her heart ached and she blamed herself.

"Bai Jifeng, do you still have the face to say it?" Song Ci stared at the person in front of him, gritted his teeth and said, "Eleven years ago, if my dad hadn't saved you, would he have abandoned our family and been buried in heavy snow? If it hadn't been for you , My mother can't bear the stimulation of losing a loved one, and now she doesn't want to wake up after being admitted to the hospital? If it weren't for you..."

As Song Ci said, flames of hatred shot out from his eyes, and he approached Bai Jifeng step by step, wishing to devour his flesh, devour his bones and drink his blood.

"If it weren't for you, our family would be fine! Now that I have a dream, why do you interfere with me?" Song Cijue yelled hoarsely.

As if venting, there was still a sound echoing in the air, gradually dissipating, the living room was completely silent, Song Jiner hid in the room and looked out secretly, her black eyes were filled with tears.

Bai Jifeng's raised hand froze in mid-air, sighed lightly and put it down again, and said in a coaxing tone: "But, can Xiao Ci stop dancing in that kind of place?"

"Heh." Song Ci glanced at Bai Jifeng mockingly, this face that fascinated everyone was so annoying to him, "That kind of place? What kind of place is that, Bai Jifeng, stop looking down on people!"

This man is always envied and hated. Song Ci admits that as a man, he is not as good as this nominal uncle, which makes him gradually feel flustered.

Bai Jifeng pursed his lips, glanced casually at Song Jiner who was behind the door, then smiled kindly, and asked, "Xiao Ci, what's wrong with you today? I don't mean to look down on you."

"You're enough!" Song Ci hugged his head, closing his eyes, it was his own stupid behavior, "When you were young, you played the role of father, and I tried my best to please you, every time I did what you thought was right, junior high school Learn Mathematical Olympiad according to your requirements, high school was arranged by you to enter the best school, to be the president of the student union, but these are not what I want to do at all, I don't like it at all!"

Song Ci collapsed and slid down against the wall, his voice choked with sobs, "I'm gradually living what you think is right, but shouldn't I do what I want to do, live the life I want to live..." Finally, Years of accumulated tears finally poured out.

Bai Jifeng's eyes were obscure, and his indifferent face showed distress, but this distress was only for a moment, and Song Ci's pitiful appearance made him unable to control himself.

"Okay." Slowly approaching the sobbing Song Ci, the child's defenseless appearance poked his heart so much that he hugged Song Ci into his arms regardless of the presence of people in the room.

"I can build an identical stage at home, and you can dance for me at home." Bai Jifeng gently ran his palm along Song Ci's hair, and said in an extremely gentle voice.

It was the first time Song Jin'er saw Uncle Bai, who was always serious and serious, showing such an expression, and he felt incredulous and horrified, but Song Ci didn't notice this rare scene. Some smell, and then a burst of drowsiness hit the brain.

"So, Xiaoci, let's sleep for a while, sleep well, and you'll be fine when you wake up." Bai Jifeng turned his back to Song Jin'er, the corners of his bright red lips curled into a curve, and he looked down at his own child falling asleep in his arms, Can't help but kiss the black hair lightly.

After a long time, Song Jin'er opened the door shyly, her lower lip was bitten so bloodshot, she wanted to speak but didn't know how to do so.

"uncle……"

"It's okay, you go to sleep, he will sleep in my room tonight." In an instant, Bai Jifeng returned to his usual strict parental appearance, he lowered his body and hugged the sleeping Song Ci, then turned and went upstairs.

Song Jin'er looked at her brother worriedly, feeling inexplicably flustered in her heart, she always felt that something had gone bad, something was about to be lost.

Qiao Ye walked back to the dormitory with the little black cat he picked up, and he couldn't help stroking the cat all the way. The body of the little animal was really too soft, soft and warm, and it was very comfortable to hold.

But this time, he felt an indescribably weird atmosphere in the corridor.

Qiao Ye walked quickly to the dormitory, opened the door hesitantly, and saw Xiao Yu sitting on the bed crying, the floor was already piled up with facial tissues.

"What's the matter?" Qiao Ye walked over, put the little black cat on the stool, turned around and saw Xiao Yu's nose was red, and his eyes were red and swollen looking at him.

"Aye... Da Ya he..." Xiao Yu choked up and said, just halfway through speaking, tears flowed down again.

Qiao Ye looked at Da Ya's bed, and saw nothing strange, but Xiao Yu's appearance made him feel a little bit stunned.

Qiao Ye was impatient, he stepped forward and grabbed Xiao Yu's shoulder, shaking him, "Tell me quickly, what's wrong with Da Ya!"

"He... Da Ya, he's dead!" Xiao Yu burst into tears, and after screaming, he hugged Qiao Ye and cried: "He saw your backpack left on the stool today, and when he picked it up, he found it There's a computer in it, you always carry it, and it's election day..."

A bad premonition welled up in his heart, and Qiao Yechi said: "So, he sent me the bag?"

Xiao Yu nodded, and Qiao Ye slowly clenched his hands, thinking that the person who died tragically outside the auditorium that day, could be the big tooth who gave him the backpack?

Feelings of disbelief, grief, and self-blame occupied Qiao Ye's whole body and mind. He couldn't believe that Da Ya, who had been with him day and night for two lifetimes, would suddenly die because of him.

Could it be that the world he is in now is really parallel to the previous world?

He would rather believe that it is parallel, because in that case, Da Ya is actually still alive.

Qiao Ye suddenly thought of Lu Fengluo, helped Xiao Yu up, Qiao Ye rushed out of the dormitory and ran all the way to the single room in the student apartment.He couldn't believe it, so he gave a backpack and died, this must be an accident!

Hey, have you heard that a freshman died in the freshman year!

I heard that it seems to be over there in the auditorium.

Died badly!Did you see it?

……

He died a terrible death, he saw it, and sighed, but why was it the people around him? !