Strange light

The temperature on the plateau is always cloudy and cloudy. The hot when exposed to the sun and the cold when hidden in the shadows are like two sides of a coin. No matter how you flip it, one side must always be up.

She stood in front of a Buddhist altar, and the fiery red candle oil, like blood and tears, solidified on the stone pillar in a flowing posture.The coin lying in the palm bears the head of the first president, again.

The lingering smoke of incense candles, like white mist, hovers above the noisy crowd, which is the smell of fireworks in the world of mortals.

Originally, she had made up her mind to try her best to turn back the gears of time and return to the beginning of everything.

This means that she will lose her only chance to be close to him, and her life will never intersect with him.Perhaps from the beginning, the orbits of the two stars only had the illusion of intersecting on a certain plane, but in fact there is still no intersection in the vast universe.

Sadly, she had done so much, but finally she chose to give up.No wonder he was once ridiculed as a cowardly loser.

As a pseudo-literary formalist, before acting, she wanted to say goodbye to him and hug him.It wasn't the hug that was close to licking when he was nursing him before, but a remorseful, devout, and blessed one.

Facing the mirror, she combed her hair, carefully traced the elegant eyebrows, and used a pair of plain hands that washed the colorful colors to put a white cloth flower on her hairpin.The last time she saw Dr.strange in her life, she didn't want him to see herself as the maid with hesitant eyes and tired expression.She wants to impress her lover that she is tough, brave, and most of all... beautiful.Even if this impression will soon be like a dream bubble, it will be pierced by her own hands, and it will be scattered in the vast river of time with a puff.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!" The loud shout pulled her out of her memories, she hastily put away her dazed expression, gathered the scarf around her head, and covered her face that had not been exposed to much ultraviolet rays. Shamo's white face blocked it.It is far from Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal. Like most Hindu and Buddhist areas, it is so densely populated that Western tourists who have just arrived are stunned.

She walked carefully along the crowded crowd, saying 'walk' in a street packed like sardine cans is a bit arrogant.To be precise, she was carried forward by the crowd.

In such a crowded crowd, one or two motorcycles passed by slowly.

One of the motorcycles caught her gaze for a few seconds.

At a rough glance, the frame and engine of GN250, the instrument and other starting devices of GN350, several main parts are different from old and new, and the visual inspection mainly comes from three different cars, with a displacement of 300cc, which is economical.Being able to see what a car is made of at a glance and quickly see where they came from is all thanks to previous experience working in a garage.

Yes, in order to make what she saw come true, she planned or contributed to the car accident under the cold moon and cold rain.According to the situation at that time, she simulated and experimented on paper over and over again. After confirming the plan, she went back in time and tested each link in the plan step by step.Including how fast the speed of the vehicle matches the curvature of the road, it can cause a car accident.The size of the crash also needs to be determined, neither too small to cause minor bruises nor too severe to cause death.

This requires her to have a precise understanding of road conditions and vehicle conditions.I can't remember how many times, driving a car of the same model as him, galloping on the mountain road at night, with the wind whistling in my ears, feeling lonely and fanatical in my heart.

Looking back now, the fanaticism at that time was really stupid.

She sighed, raised her head, and the brown linen scarf slipped down slightly. The bright sunlight unique to the plateau fell on her black hair like a crow's feather, and lost its original brilliance, becoming as silent as the owner of the black hair.

That day, she was wearing a black blouse, with her curvaceous white legs exposed under a knee-length skirt, and a white flower on her hairpin intended to commemorate her 'going away', and she resolutely pushed the door open and walked into his room.In her vision, she would face the huge floor-to-ceiling windows framing the city, facing the glare of the sunlight, before the exquisite but cold modern Romanesque building, she would give the other party a nearly perfect smile and leave a smile on her face. Two straightforward words.Then, upholding the mentality of letting time turn me upside down, I turned around awe-inspiringly, the posture of turning was just right, elegant and sharp, the white flowers in the hair swayed and fell, and the moment they landed lightly, the dust in the air stagnated, and the time flowed , everything goes back to the beginning.

However, the reality gave her a big mouth. What she saw when she opened the door was not the man who was hidden in her heart, with a desolate appearance and a paranoid and proud man in his heart, but a pile of paper documents all over the place. messy.A few changes of clothes were missing, and the only few thousand cash at home disappeared along with credit cards and passports.

Panicked, with a hole in her heart, she quickly contacted Dr. Palmer. After waiting with suffocating beeps, Dr. Palmer's answer made her desperate and resentful.

do not know? !

How can you not know? !

Aren't you the opposite sex he cares most about? !

She didn't get an answer, like a lost cat, sometimes angrily hissing at the kind people around who wanted to help, and after the anger passed, she gently licked herself sadly in an attempt to comfort her.In No. 13 and 5 minutes of his disappearance, she kicked away the wine bottle that rolled down at her feet, and suddenly realized that she only needed to turn the pointer to know his location.

Rebecca, who was obsessed with thinking, didn't notice the changes in her surroundings. Before she knew it, she was spit out by the pilgrimage team and walked in an alley perpendicular to the main road.The alleyway is dark and narrow, and it is the back door of some residents' hotels.

The noise of people behind her gradually faded, and the atmosphere of smoke gradually faded. In the quiet alley, her sneakers stepped on the stone brick floor, and the rubbing sound of grinding dust was faintly heard along with it.It was so quiet.

When she suddenly realized that something was wrong and wanted to run away, the back of her head hurt and her eyes suddenly went dark.

When Rebecca woke up, the first thing she saw was the back figure standing beside the bed, the robe against the light was dark, like a burnt matchstick.

"Hello," spit out the Chinese characters with a round accent, and the other party turned around, his face blurred in the shadows, with high brows and brows pale like gold, "Li Qiu."

"Welcome, Karma Taj."

The author has something to say: Come back to update after touching it quietly, Chapter 5 will hold back a big move, if it doesn’t hold back, then it will be in Chapter 6.