Chapter 91

This is not a question of the little cake. Song Qinglan asked something again, but Ji Yushi didn't hear it clearly: "Ah?"

Song Qinglan asked, "How does it taste?"

He looked at Ji Yushi's face tightly, still in a relaxed tone, and said, "You sit stupidly, staring at it for so long without taking a bite, isn't it too bad to eat? Where did you come from? "

When he returned to this day during the last monsoon, he had no money on him, and he could not make mobile payments due to device limitations.

That's why Song Qinglan asked this question.

"It was given by the lady of the cake shop." Ji Yushi replied, "...It's delicious."

At least, it tasted exactly the same as he remembered.

"As long as I don't stare at you, someone will give you something." Song Qinglan said "tsk", "It seems that I won't be able to watch you more closely."

Ji Yushi's train of thought followed Song Qinglan's words, and such rambling words eased his chaotic mood at the moment, pulled him back to his original reality, and regained his clarity: "The lady boss is older than me. Thirty years old." He leaned his back against the wall and replied to Song Qinglan's words, "I used to visit her store when I was a child, and she is very nice."

Song Qinglan smiled a little.

In the rain and fog, the voice of the monsoon season seems to have become a little hazy.

He continued: "On the day of the accident, I also bought her cake when I got home from school."

On that day more than ten years ago, the memory has become far away, even when the monsoon rains, still remember every detail that happened that day.

"I bought four, and if he works late, I won't be hungry. He usually packs meals at the restaurant he frequents when he comes home late, and sometimes brings back a small card in the restaurant that says It smells of perfume. The lady boss of the restaurant wanted to chase him, but he didn't understand. I thought it would be better if I reminded him earlier. Maybe he will start a date, and that day, maybe something different will happen already."

There is no if in the world, they all understand.

But Song Qinglan did not refute or comfort her.

This day is destined to be a day during the monsoon, and a day for Sheng Han.

They stood under the eaves for a while, and there were more and more people on the road. From time to time, passers-by cast their gazes at them—mostly because Song Qinglan was too tall and the two of them were very close, which attracted some attention. Fortunately, passers-by are either rushing to work or rushing to the morning market, and they have not paid much attention to them, so they have not made adjustments.

About ten minutes passed.

Song Qinglan glanced outside from the corner.

I saw that was still sitting on the bench when the monsoon rain came to this day last time, and was still staring at the small cake in a daze.

"Have you been sitting there a lot?" Song Qinglan asked, "When did you leave?"

"We left at 7:44." Ji Yushi remembered it clearly.

The time of the incident was about 7:50. The last time he made up his mind, he left resolutely when the time came.

Song Qinglan looked at the communicator, which showed [1439.04.06 07:16:32].

It's almost 30 minutes from now, and it's almost the same as what he sneaked back to explain to him last time during the monsoon rain. During the monsoon rain, he used this opportunity to be in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Ji Yushi asked nervously beside him.

Just as Song Qinglan was about to answer, she was slightly startled.

Just a dozen meters away from them, Ji Yushi, who was wearing a black combat uniform, was habitually taking out the game console from his pocket, and a piece of paper fell out following his movements, glittering gold and falling to the ground. .

It was a sheet of golden tin foil.

The one covered in chocolate.

When the rainy season, he pinched it between his fingers, lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly.

When they were in the Rubik's Cube, Song Qinglan quietly gave him a piece of chocolate, only the two of them knew.

Seeing this scene, Song Qinglan's heart was hit hard, as if someone was holding a stick on his heart, he abruptly retracted his gaze, and pressed Ji Yushi, who was about to probe over to check the situation, against the wall.

People come and go.

The eyes of passersby stopped on them again.

"Someone is watching us." Ji Yushi reminded in a low voice.

"I know." Song Qinglan's hands were so strong that Ji Yu's shoulders hurt a little, and she said in a low voice, "Otherwise I..."

Because the distance was too close, these words were spoken softly, with warm breaths swept across each other's faces, a bit more ambiguous than usual.

The faces of the two were different.

In each other's eyes, the shadow of each other is really reflected.

Song Qinglan's black eyes were like a cluster of flames, and when he called Ji Yu, he had the illusion that he was about to be burned. He didn't quite understand why the other party suddenly acted like this. He had never seen such a strong emotion in Song Qinglan's eyes. It was as if he would disappear as soon as he let go.

Fortunately, after only three or four seconds, Song Qinglan slowly relaxed her hand.

He didn't do anything, just lowered his head and said, "Suddenly I am so thankful for giving you the chocolate myself."

During the rainy season: "?"

The timing and the occasion are wrong, and now is not the time to talk about it.

Therefore, Song Qinglan only smiled lightly, skipped mentioning other things, and also broadcasted the situation during the monsoon season: "Now, the other 'you' has started to play Tetris."

During the monsoon season, of course, he knew what the other self, a dozen meters away, was doing.

Song Qinglan asked, "If we pass by now, will the other 'you' find us?"

Another bench made during the rainy season is the only way to enter the community.

Song Qinglan wasn't sure if it was appropriate to do such a thing now, or if they should not go into the community, but wait for another monsoon to leave the bench. Because as long as they hurry up, they can still catch up with the murderer Xiao Shenghan met and enter the community.

As long as they can occupy the perfect position - the bench, they can see the face of the murderer passing by.

"Probably not." Ji Yushi said, "In my memory, the last 'I' did not see two sneaky, gay suspicious elements."

Song Qinglan: "..."

This is the first time I hear someone describe myself and my boyfriend like this.

It's very precise.

During the monsoon season, I have done so many recorder tasks, and many of them will only be successful after doing it several times. He accepts the fact that there are several selves at the same time, but it is the first time that he has returned to the past and encountered a situation where he cannot be seen by another selves.

Any mistake may make the past self change their minds, and even if the chance is small, they cannot take the risk.

"But we can still wait." Ji Yushi looked at his watch, thinking the same as Song Qinglan, "The murderer will pass by here sooner or later, and it won't be too late to wait for the other 'me' to leave."

[1439.04.06 07:44:12]

Leaving the bench during the monsoon rain from the end reward of the Rubik's Cube quest.

Against the background of the black combat uniform, the back was thin and thin, disappearing into the drizzle at the end of the street.

The two who were hiding walked out of the corner of the street and walked along the eaves to the bench.

The bench stands under the wooden fence on the side of the road. In the spring, the green yellow wood grows lush, and it surrounds this place into a small world that shelters from the sun and rain. It seems that there is still the warmth left by another monsoon.

There is a small cake on the bench.

Its owner was so lonely that he forgot it here.

Ji Yushi picked it up, took two steps, and put it into the trash can. Who would have thought that he could still clean up the wet garbage for himself more than ten days ago.

The main entrance of the community is a large road, which is regarded as the main road.

The two are even more conspicuous here.

Ji Yushi sat back on the bench again, while Song Qinglan stood at the other end, seemingly unknown, but just happened to be sheltering from the rain and waiting for others.

They tacitly did not speak.

They are both paying attention to the approaching time.

[1439.04.06 07:49:45]

Five minutes passed.

Everything is normal on the main road, no suspicious persons.

During the rainy season, can't sit still.

Song Qinglan leaned against the wooden shed column, twisted a yellow wood incense leaf in her hand, and looked around the community calmly.

Time passed quickly and slowly.

Every minute and every second is stretched infinitely long, but it is rapidly disappearing.

[1439.04.06 07:51:45]

"What if he was already in the community instead of entering from here now?" Ji Yushi stood up abruptly, ignoring all that, and looked uneasy, "I haven't seen the specific time of that year. Not sure exactly how many minutes or seconds, but 'I' should be out soon for my first class at 8:15."

He was talking about another him who was rushing to school.

Xiao Shenghan, who is only eight years old.

If they wait any longer, they will wait until Xiao Shenghan who has walked out of the community, then it means that they have missed a critical moment.

Song Qinglan also thought of this, and immediately said, "Come in together."

When the monsoon rains, the lips lose their blood.

Upon closer inspection, he was trembling slightly.

Song Qinglan walked over and grabbed his shoulder, and said quickly, "Don't worry, even if we miss the critical time, we can still see how he came out after the murder!"

Of course understand it during the monsoon.

All this can't be changed anyway. Father's death is already a foregone conclusion. Whether he sees the murderer before the murder or the murderer after the murder makes no difference to him when he goes back to close the case.

However, even if he understood this, he couldn't just watch his father die.

It's like... as long as he sees the murderer in advance, he can stop all this.

It's an instinct.

This idea is dangerous.

It rained a little harder.

The two of them were cold and did not bring umbrellas.

Song Qinglan quickly pulled up the hood of the monsoon season and put it on his head to protect him from the rain.

Song Qinglan did all of this meticulously. After she was done, she kissed him on the forehead and hugged him fiercely: "Don't be afraid, let's go together."

During the rainy season: "Yeah."

The two of them got into the rain curtain one by one.

Before taking a few steps, Ji Yushi suddenly stopped and his face turned pale: "Song Qinglan..."

In the rain curtain, there were drops of water hanging from the tip of Song Qinglan's nose: "What?"

When the monsoon rains, get wet with the rain.

The old-fashioned rubber-powder hoodie had become very dark, almost purple at first glance.

His simulated face, which has no memory, was partially covered by the hood, and raindrops fell on his eyebrows and eyelashes, making his eyebrows appear pitch-black, and his whole body pale as paper.

"I see," he said, "I..."

Without waiting for Song Qinglan to ask, he clenched his fists, his nails clenched painfully, and said word by word, "I have to go in alone."

Song Qinglan's intuition was not right, and she sternly refused: "No."

During the rainy season, he did not speak.

Song Qinglan wiped the tears that had slipped down his face for some unknown time, brushed the long and thick eyelashes with his thumb, and said to him in the sound of the rain, "I am your guardian this time, you go in alone, there is no guarantee that it will happen. what."

Ji Yushi looked up at him with a startling look in his eyes: "It has already happened."

Song Qinglan felt a chill: "What has happened?!"

"There's no time!!" Ji Yushi was shaking all over, grabbed his clothes, the joints turned white with force, and gritted his teeth, "I have to prove it! You must let me in alone! Time to complete the given things, you forgot?!"

To accomplish a given thing at a given moment.

This sentence turned on the switch of absolute trust, and Song Qinglan was shocked.

let him go.

Ji Yushi also released his fingers, turned around and entered the community, without looking back.

The flowers and plants are prosperous, and everything is the same as before.

I have come back from my dreams countless times, but each time is more real than now.

Step by step, he walked upstairs like a corpse, and the small advertisements that had been cleaned up by the property not long ago were all over the place.

Floor by floor, the corridor lights came on.

He walked over nine steps and came to the corner of the stairs,

A child in a yellow raincoat and a backpack appeared in front of him. He was a little obedient and was holding the strap of his schoolbag.

He stopped and looked at the child.

The child also looked up at him.

Those eyes were clean and clear, innocent.

Fate is a circle.

They passed by.