I'm dead again [quick time travel]

All of this happened so suddenly that Qiao Jiu felt a little funny the moment he fell to the ground.

But he soon stopped laughing, and Gu Ci stood on the other side of the road, looking at him with wide eyes as if he hadn't translated, looking a little dazed.

Qiao Jiu grinned to laugh, but spat out a mouthful of blood.

He saw that the expression on Gu Ci's face suddenly became ferocious, and it was very funny that this expression suddenly appeared on his face that had never been too big.

He rushed over and hugged Qiao Jiu, his voice trembling: "Qiao Jiu..."

"Well," Qiao Jiu looked at him, and said in a low voice, "what's the matter?"

Gu Ci's eyes were red, as if he was very scared: "Does it hurt?" He kissed his forehead: "It doesn't hurt, I'll take you to the hospital, Qiao Jiu...it doesn't hurt...it doesn't hurt... .”

After he kissed Qiao Jiu, there was some blood on his lips. Qiao Jiu knew it was his own blood, but he didn't feel anything.

He couldn't see his current condition. There were wounds all over his body, and the blood flowed out continuously, staining a large area red. He just felt a little weak, as if the strength in his body was passing away.

He reached out to touch Gu Ci's face, only to realize that his hands were also covered with blood, he was stunned, and was about to withdraw his hand, but Gu Ci grabbed him.

Gu Ci's hands were always cold, but this time they were a little warm.

"Don't be afraid...it doesn't hurt..." Gu Ci said, "Don't be afraid..."

Qiao Jiu felt that he was so stupid, as if he could only say these few words, so Qiao Jiu also nodded: "Well, I don't hurt."

Gu Ci's tears suddenly fell down.

Qiao Jiu wanted to comfort him, but he was so exhausted that he couldn't even open his mouth.

Qiao Dahe was running not far away, Qiao Jiu glanced at him, then turned to look at Gu Ci, struggling to speak.

The people around had already called for emergency services, but Gu Ci didn't dare to move Qiao Jiu. He leaned close to Qiao Jiu and broke down in tears: "Say, Qiao Jiu, tell..."

"Gu Ci..." Qiao Jiu moved his fingers, "You...you...kiss me again..."

Gu Ci lowered his head and kissed his lips lightly, Qiao Jiu felt that he had tasted tears.

He opened his mouth and said slowly, "Laugh..."

This was the last sentence he said to Gu Ci.

The man in front of him smiled uglier than he cried. He seemed to have expected something: "Qiao Jiu, Qiao Jiu, don't leave me alone."

The tears in the corner of Qiao Jiu's eyes fell the moment he closed his eyes, and then there were big tears dripping on his face, and at the same time, there were those two words that Gu Ci didn't say.

"I'm afraid," he said.

This always strong man showed weakness.

But Qiao Jiu would never hear it again.

People surrounded him in a circle, Qiao Dahe knelt on the ground, looking at Qiao Jiu and Gu Ci in the pool of blood, he seemed ten years older in an instant.

When Qiao Jiu was conscious again at the funeral, a talking Ultraman appeared in his mind: "Hello host, I am your new system, and my name is Windows."

Qiao Jiu was not in the mood to talk to him, he stared at Gu Ci not far away, as if he wanted to stare him out of a hole.

He had lost a lot of weight and his face was haggard.

Altman's tone was very beating: "Don't look, he can't see you again."

Qiao Jiu drifted towards Gu Ci's direction, and heard Wang Qingqing talking to him: "Go and rest for a while."

Gu Ci's voice was hoarse: "I'm fine."

Wang Qingqing wanted to say something, but Qiao Dahe pulled her sleeves and sighed.

This was Qiao Jiu's funeral, and he was in a daze looking at the photo.

But right now, he has no sense of reality.

He looked at the man in the picture.

With a small crew cut, the facial features are not very outstanding. Although the eyes are large, the corners of the eyes are slightly drooping, and they don't look very energetic.

This is the first time Qiao Jiu has seen himself in this world. Although he knows the original body's appearance from his memory, it is better to see the real one with his own eyes.

This is him, not him.

Qiao Jiu opened his eyes, a little confused.

Altman: "What are you looking at? Don't look at it, when are we leaving?"

Qiao Jiu: "How do I know?"

Altman: "Of course you know."

Qiao Jiu felt that this system was a bit mentally handicapped: "Where's Mr. System from before?"

"He's gone on a business trip," Altman said in a lively voice, "I'm his apprentice, and I'll be with you after nothing happens!"

Qiao Jiu, who was in a bad mood, didn't want the system to accompany him. He silently floated to Gu Ci's side, trying not to pay attention to Ultraman's thoughts.

The funeral was organized by Gu Ci. Many people came, but most of them Qiao Jiu didn’t know. They walked over with very sad expressions on their faces, and urged Gu Ci and Qiao Dahe to mourn.

Wang Qingqing's eyes were swollen like buns, supported by Gu Ci, she looked like she wanted to cry, but she couldn't cry anymore.

There was no expression on Gu Ci's face.

The funeral was held for three days, and the scenery was beautiful.

After returning home, Gu Ci opened up the houses of the two families, and changed his name to Qiao Dahe's father and Wang Qingqing's mother.

He never mentioned Qiao Jiu again, as if Qiao Jiu had never appeared in his life. Only Qiao Jiu knew that he couldn't sleep all night, and he could only sleep for a while in Qiao Jiu's room.

None of them moved in that room.

As time passed, the small restaurant became a big one, and Gu Ci's company was getting better and better.

It seems that there is nothing that time can't wear away. The sadness of Wang Qingqing and Qiao Dahe gradually diminished, and the people around them also forgot that there was once a man named Qiao Jiu who was a college student they praised all the time.

Sometimes Qiao Jiu felt that the fact that he was gone might not be that important, and everyone would gradually forget about him and continue to live their lives.

When Gu Ci was 40 years old, Wang Qingqing introduced him to someone, and he went to meet him, and there was nothing left.

Looking at the silent Gu Ci in front of him, Wang Qingqing couldn't help but blushed again: "It's really hard for you these years..."

Gu Ci shook his head: "It's not bitter."

He used to always smile, but since Qiao Jiu's death, there seems to be no second expression on his face.

Wang Qingqing looked at him with erratic eyes: "Sometimes I think, what would it be like if Qiao Jiu was still in our house now, he has such a stubborn temper, he will definitely not agree to part with you, we will quarrel, you will let him come Coax us, we'll be pissed off, I might hit him..."

Gu Ci's gaze finally fluctuated a bit.

Wang Qingqing went on to say: "How can I not know, he is the flesh that fell from my body..."

She said: "It's our Joe who hasn't had this blessing for a long time. If he knew, he wouldn't want you to be alone all the time..."

Gu Ci was silent for a while, then nodded.

Qiao Jiu's eyes suddenly turned red.

Gu Ci talked with Wang Qingqing for a while, and then went back to the next door, and after a while, he crawled into Qiao Jiu's room again.

This place is still the same as it was more than ten years ago. Time passes by the outside world and everyone, but it has never appeared here. In a daze, Gu Ci seemed to see the boy lying on the bed, and when he came in, he immediately stretched out his hand Come and say hello to him.

But just for a moment, he disappeared again.

Gu Ci walked slowly to the bedside, with a gentle expression on his face: "Did you miss me?"

"You sure don't miss you as much as I do."

"You must be very happy now."

"Don't worry, Mom and Dad are fine."

"I am fine too."

"Yes, I miss you a little bit."

He squatted down, his voice trembling: "I miss you very much."

Qiao Jiu stretched out his hand to hug him, but he couldn't, and he cried sadly: "Qiao Jiu, I really miss you."

He had a wound, scabbed over, and everyone thought it was healed, only he knew it was bleeding and rotting, and it would never heal again.

Qiao didn't know what happened after that for a long time. He woke up in a strange place, his eyes were all white.

Qiao Jiu had a splitting headache: "System?"

"I'm here I'm here."

"Where is this?"

"Hospital," the system paused: "Hospitals in the real world."

The author has something to say:

So hot, this world is over! The next world is the school bully who pretends to be well-behaved for a long time and the school bully who doesn't talk too much. =3=

late spring may