The young man eats the hamburger in his hand, and it looks very delicious.

Then he looked at the scene outside with some nostalgia, turned his head, and looked at Zhou Chen who was sitting in front of him.

"Do you like the scenes? I love it, so I like to come here every now and then. It's like eating the air in front of you, but you know, I'm from here..."

Of course, Zhou Chen knew where he came from, from the history before the catastrophe, from the memories of the mysterious and distant East.

However, the young man who suddenly appeared beside him in front of him.

But he gave him a blow to the head of the club, so that he couldn't tell a southeast and northwest at all.

He didn't even know why the young man in front of him was telling him that what was in front of him was originally a dream.

Doesn't he know that his name is also Zhou Chen, and he is also from here.

Although, at this time, Zhou Chen felt that everything in front of him was so unfamiliar, so that he wanted to stay away.

But he had no way, no way to stay away, no way to eliminate, and even no way to expel the uninvited guests in front of him.

I could only listen to the young man in front of me with a gloomy face helplessly.

chattering about things that originally belonged to Zhou Chen, but now seem to belong to a stranger entirely.

Knowing that the young man is like telling his own memories, he will remember many familiar scenes in Zhou Chen's memory.

After chattering endlessly, I seemed to remember that the person sitting next to me was actually Zhou Chen, but it seemed to be two different people.

"Hehe, I'm sorry, I always felt that you weren't me, but I forgot, you actually have my memories too. ”

He smiled apologetically, but Zhou Chen's face was endlessly black, like a piece of purgatory.

He didn't want to listen to the young man in front of him anymore, because there seemed to be a magic in it that might change him.

But the young man was once again surprised by Zhou Chen, as if he had seen through his heart, and then said to him.

"Well, I guess if you really want to get out and accept your fate, then you'd better give me a little more patience. ”

In fact, Zhou Chen looked at the young man and listened to what the young man said.

However, he found that the young man did not carry any coercive tone, but more like an invitation, a kind of kindness.

A kind of face between their friends, with a certain reminder of their own kindness, so engraved in the eyes of young people.

Zhou Chen looked at his eyes, and the world in his eyes reflected himself, and between the two Zhou Chen, it seemed to be separated by a piece of glass.

Zhou Chen, who is here, looks very young and unremarkable, but he always has a slight smile on his face.

Even if he says something that could easily be mistaken for offense, just look into his eyes and be attracted to the depth inside.

On the other hand, he is a Zhou Chen who is easily irritable, easy to lose control, and extremely impatient.

He doesn't like words, he doesn't like to lose his freedom, so that he can live according to his own will, even without fear of life and death.

He seemed so lonely, so confident, as if there was no human being in the world who could get close to his heart.

In addition to torture, in addition to time, in addition to endless repetition and death, in his eyes, it seemed that it could be destroyed in an instant.

This is Zhou Chen, and in front of the young man, the self who looks exactly like himself, but has the opposite demeanor and temperament.

"You say!"

Zhou Chen's face was gloomy, and his tone was not good, he just looked at the young man, and there were a few wisps of chill in his eyes.

The young man didn't care, but gladly agreed, and then continued slowly.

"You know, I used to have a girlfriend who had a happy life even though we were both away from home..."

But somehow, this time, as the young man narrated little by little, Zhou Chen suddenly felt that his head was a little swollen.

It was as if something was about to emerge from his head and come into this world, condescendingly.

"Well, so I waited for her to meet her parents, and if nothing else, it won't be long before we get married. But..."

As he spoke, time kept going back, and this time it was the time when Zhou Chen was hit by a car and died.

But Zhou Chen's headache is becoming more and more uncontrollable, as if he has been stepped on by a young man on a flesh-and-blood thread that belongs to thinking.

His face began to distort, his eyes began to blur, the corners of his mouth began to be hideous, and his momentum began to rise.

"I was hit by a car, and I still remember the moment when I just died, and I still have a little bit of consciousness, so I can see the stunned passers-by, well, of course, and the driver who hurriedly threw out the car and ran away..."

"But as you know, I didn't care much about these things, after all, death is dead, and there is no way to resurrect it. This is also what our old people often say, everything in the world is over..."

The young man continued, as if he were still in his memory, unable to extricate himself.

As for Zhou Chen in front of him, because of his words, his face became more and more ugly, and his facial features became more and more hideous.

But he didn't care about it, or rather, he didn't notice it at all, but suddenly remembered his girlfriend's eyes.

So, he fell silent, and the smile that had been relaxed and casual on his face finally disappeared.

Quietly looked at Zhou Chen, but saw that he had changed his appearance at the moment, but he didn't care at all.

Just thinking quietly, as if thinking about the past, thinking about the past, thinking about the rare side after side between himself and his girlfriend.

"You... Finally... Who is it?"

Zhou Chen struggled, intermittently, and then roared, as if he was about to lose control of his dreams completely.

He's going crazy, especially when the young man recounts to him the memories he should have had, but now quietly gone.

All this seems to have turned him into a passerby, and it seems to have made him fall into the pain of a struggle that has not come and gone.

He was still controlling his instincts, but it wasn't because he didn't want to kill the young man in front of him, but because he suddenly thought of something in his heart.

If you lose control and completely lose your mind, then. Maybe he is strong in the eyes of young people.

In fact, it's just a joke, just like before, he can be ruined, and young people can come again.

But just from this point of view, the mystery possessed by young people has far exceeded and influenced Zhou Chen.

Since you've been laughed at once, it doesn't matter if you've joked a second time, right?

No, in Zhou Chen's opinion, letting young people laugh at it for the second time is undoubtedly tarnishing his name.

Zhou Chen is not only his name, but also his past, and his beginning.