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"Annoying guy, I told you to go out, you insist on staying here..."

In a trance, she fell into an embrace, a little cold, but also wonderfully gentle.

The visitor was chattering about something, his voice was as frivolous as ever, as if nothing mattered to him.

Hey, it's so noisy.

"Wu, stop arguing..."

The visitor paused, but there was no more noise.

Then she fell into a strange dream, walked into the little halos and white lines, those dreamy dreams that looked like illusions but were truly terrifying.

Half of the body of the rebellious man was blasted to death, leaving the young child to live alone for several years...

The bamboo horse slaughtered all 110 people in the small mountain village, and finally died at the hands of another bamboo horse. The cute junior was swallowed half of his body by a curse, and the other junior failed to escape the fate of being burned... ...

There are also gorgeous fireworks exploding in skyscrapers and villas, leaving cold cherry blossom medals moldy in the drawer...

And the young man who killed himself in the snowy night, he couldn't even keep his name, only the lonely blond youth sighing in the wind...

In the end, the last scene before going to sleep unexpectedly broke into her mind. The smile of the handsome black-haired young man quenched the poison of the dense cartilage, and gently let her die.

Cold sweat soaked Qianfeng's back, the anger in his heart was surging, and he was not at peace in his dream.

She really wanted to grab Xia Youjie by the collar and ask him what the hell was going on in his head, but he kept his mouth shut and refused to say anything.

Fu Heihui, who was reading at the side, was captured by her adoptive father Gojo Satoru to work as a coolie to take care of a girl whose background was unknown.

The girl had a pale face and her brows were tightly furrowed. It was obvious that she had fallen into a nightmare. He hesitated whether to wake her up or not.

He paused and put down the documentary literature in his hand.

"Hey, wake up."

His voice was clear and cold, before his hand touched the quilt covering her, suddenly the world spun and he was crushed under him.

The girl grabbed his collar ferociously, she was about to tear his clothes to pieces with so much strength, and when Fu Heihui struggled a little, she tore them even harder.

Jin Huanghuang's eyes were out of focus, and the whites of his eyes were red, apparently unable to distinguish dreams from reality.

"Why are you doing this? I ask you why!"

He was a little speechless, and suddenly trembled all over, and she even grabbed his waist, which reminded him inexplicably that Gojo Satoru had replaced his documentary literature with the red-eyed waist-pinching literature of Huaguo next door in order to play tricks on him.

"Bah—" the collar was torn off, exposing his white and smooth shoulders.

The headlights in the room were suddenly turned on, and Gojo Satoru pretended to be surprised, but his eyes were excited, as if a child had finally grown up lovingly.

"Wow, Hui has grown up."

Fu Heihui: "..."

Under the stimulation of the light, Qian Feng finally woke up. She looked at the black-haired boy's clear eyebrows, thick and long eyelashes cast shadows under her eyes, and her fair face was pink with embarrassment, but her face was somewhat evil. Men highly overlap.

She blurted out: "Shier, why did your chest muscles lose so much weight?"

Fu Heihui: "..."

Leaning on the door, Wujo Wu moved slightly, and his eyes under the bandage finally moved.

......

"It's already 2017?! I used to live there."

Qianfeng got out of bed a little excitedly, opened the dreary curtains, and the dazzling sunlight came in. The buildings in the college are indeed different from what they were ten years ago. Dial and dial.

Either dead or disabled.

Gojo Satoru sat on the sofa with his legs wide open, and he was very interested in what the so-called 'old schoolmate' said.

A girl who travels from the past is too similar to the plot of an idol drama, isn't it?

"What is our relationship?" Wujo Satoru asked curiously.

Qianfeng glanced at him lightly, avoiding him.

With eyes full of curiosity, "Same-level relationship."

His intuition told him that she was lying, but he didn't expose it, pointing at the urchin-headed boy with a cold face, "Then what's your relationship with Hui?"

This time, Qianfeng's eyes became kind and gentle, which made Fu Heihui get goosebumps all over his body. He felt like an old mother looking at Hao Daer, "I watched Xiaohui grow up."

Fu Heihui: "!"

Ashamed to say, he has been listening to their conversation with his ears up just now. Unlike others, he has the keen intuition of small animals, and he feels that Qianfeng feels very familiar to him.

Warm hugs with the scent of cedarwood, quirky bedtime stories to read, and magical goodnight kisses.

...When he was hugged by her just now, it made him feel so comfortable that he couldn't let go of his hand, it seemed that he had lived in this embrace since he was a child.

Gojo Satoru was really shocked: "Hui's mother?"

Qian Feng shook his head and said mysteriously, "It's the fairy godmother."

Fu Heihui: "..."

Okay, now he suspects that the girl must have some kind of mental illness, time travel and so on are all nonsense.

Gojo Satoru burst out into a vicious laugh, and asked her what she planned to do next, Qianfeng was also a little confused, she definitely had to go back, but——

"I want to look around in this world first."

Gojo Satoru was very busy, so he asked Fu Heihui to accompany her. She first left the high school and came to the main road in Tokyo.

On the busy street, there is a lot of traffic, girls in exquisite dresses and office workers in suits and leather shoes are hurrying, and no one will stop for the road ahead.

Qian Feng walked slowly on the street, looking at the huge 3D billboard.

There are interviews with business president Akashi, and supermodel Kise's catwalk...

He bumped into a stranger with fierce eyes and blue hair. Qianfeng recognized him as Aomine Daiki, but he just said sorry and hurried to work.

...Did even someone who loves basketball like him fail to go to basketball in the end?

She was a little bit embarrassed, and she was out of tune with the rushing people around, a huge sense of absurdity and the times hit her, and her sharp eyes were a little dull.

Fu Heihui pursed his lips, he is a careful boy, he sensed that she was not in a good mood, "Do you want waffles?"

Qianfeng shook his head, pointed to the cherry blossom building over there and asked him, "Is that the Metropolitan Police Department?"

Inside the tall Metropolitan Police Department building.

All the policemen are very busy. Their lives are filled with phone calls, paperwork, and cases. The police department Takagi Miwako has just finished processing the paperwork for the last case. She is relieved. She will go to pick up her children early when she gets off work. .

There was a sudden knock on the office door, and his subordinate Qing He ushered in a young girl.

Qinghe is a young and responsible child, but he is not calm enough. For example, he is a little anxious now.

"Officer Takagi, this lady pointed...to find Officer Matsuda Jinpei, but there is no such person in our police station, right?"

Takagi Miwako was in a trance, Matsuda Jinpei... She hadn't heard this name for many years.

It's been about... ten years.

When I mentioned it again, the cynical but fiery man broke into her heart unexpectedly. He died in the line of duty after boarding the Ferris wheel, but left an impressive confession to her before he left.

For three whole years, she couldn't forget this man, and she cleared all the emails in her phone, leaving only his dying confession.

Watch it every day, every night.

But in the end, it's good luck to make people, and the fate is too shallow, but when she was Miwako Sato, she was really infatuated with him once.

"Qinghe, go out first." Takagi Miwako pinched the center of her brows, showing a rare sign of fatigue, "Little girl, who are you to Officer Matsuda? He died in the bombing ten years ago."

Although it had been expected for a long time, Qianfeng couldn't help turning pale when he heard the news, and with Takagi Miwako

After the conversation, she walked out in a daze.

Matsuda Jinpei is dead, Hagiwara Kenji is dead long ago, Date Ko is also dead in a car accident, what about Zhufu Jingguang and Furutani Rei?

Fu Heihui hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the girl who was obviously out of her mind, his brows were so frowned that he could catch a fly, and he taught seriously, "It's dangerous for you to walk on the road like this."

Qianfeng forced a smile, "Xiaohui still cares about the fairy godmother."

The boy was a little dissatisfied with her talking to him in a tone like coaxing a child, but he had no choice but to let her go to the next place.

Polo Cafe.

This place has not changed, the decoration and tea sets have not been eliminated because of the change of the times, because they have the secret recipe of invincible food.

The urchin-headed boy forked the ginger barbecue on the plate, and seriously commented: "It tastes very good."

The familiar smell made Qianfeng feel like weeping. She saw the chef and waiter again. The years and wind and frost did not seem to have left traces on the blond young man. He was wearing a neat uniform and smiled like a boy in a police academy.

But he is still working here, which means that the black organization he has to deal with has not been resolved.

What a pity, Brother Ling, at such an age, he still has to be a laborer.

The stage of being distraught has passed, and now Qianfeng only thinks it's a little funny, but she didn't go up to greet him, which only added to the sadness and trouble, and the sun hit her pale and thin face.

She propped her chin and asked, "Have you finished eating?" There was one last place to go.

Arriving at the shrine by car, passing through the red torii gate, the house is deserted and dilapidated, obviously abandoned for a long time, overgrown with weeds.

In order to commemorate the small tree she was born and grew up in, there was only a small bag of soil, and the small pond was full of over-nourished green algae, emitting a peculiar smell.

Where did the witch mother go?

Qian Feng just stared blankly at that piece of soil, and told him where there was a dazzling rosebush, where the puppy liked to roll, and where was the tree she liked to hang out with most when she was a child.

Fu Heihui listened silently, and finally tugged at the hem of her clothes with some worry, before she came back to her senses and smiled playfully.

"It's all right, it's just... I feel that the house I've lived in for a long time has suddenly turned into a garbage dump, no one can stand it..."

At this time, a car appeared at the end of the street, and a young man with pink hair got off, with a suppressor like insect antennae on his head.

They looked at each other.

Qianfeng's eyes lit up, she knew that Saiki Kusuo would definitely know her.

Saiki Kusuo invited them into his home, and for the first time, he was willing to entertain them with coffee jelly, he said calmly.

"This world is not a continuation of the last ten years of your world, but an extension after turning at a certain point."

Qian Feng frowned, "Does this mean this is a parallel world?"

Saiki Kusuo nodded.

Qian Feng then asked, "What about my mother?"

Saiki Kusuo closed his eyes, he was silent for a while, and then said, "She failed to escape from the feudal house, and you died on that snowy night."

Qian Feng's thoughts suddenly returned to that snowy night, the baby's vision was foggy, and Qian Feng who had just crossed over could only feel the wind like a knife blowing towards her face.

She let out a physiological cry, welcomed the woman's warm embrace, and then started this life.

But in this world, the witch's mother is not here at all, no matter how much the baby in the snow cries, it can only be turned into an ice sculpture, and Qianfeng never crosses over at all, and then there is no series of stories behind.

It turned out to be like this, what a cruel parallel world.

Butterflies flapped their small wings in the Amazon forest, and unexpectedly set off such a big storm on this side of the Pacific Ocean.

Looking at the dilapidated courtyard through the window, there is nothing but people, everyone is moving forward resolutely in their own way, and in the end there is only devastation left.

Saiki Kusuo: "You can actually go back by yourself."

Qian Feng has already got rid of the state of despair,

She smiled slightly, with some unspeakable charm in her silence.

"I know, but before I leave, I want to find out what's going on." There was a strange light in her slender eyebrows, "I feel uncomfortable if I don't find the answer."

You said yes, Xia Youjie?