Xu Zhan took two steps back sharply, slammed into the bookshelf that had just recovered, and knocked the books on the bookshelf down again. The book fell to the ground and slowly floated again, wanting to return to the original bookshelf, but was stopped by Xu Zhan, who was in the middle, and could only mechanically try to go back again and again in vain, hitting him again and again.

He didn't have the energy to pay attention to the books that were repeatedly hitting him, and his eyes were fixed on the pile of books that were getting fewer and fewer. When most of the books flew away, the people under the pile of books also began to be "pulled" by invisible forces, revealing a face covered in blood.

He stood in front of Xu Zhan with his limbs hanging down, and the blood that flowed out flowed back into his body because of the restorative power of the world. Blood stains, like plant roots growing in reverse, curl up into its "seeds" little by little. The blood line crawled from his neck back to his chin, past his lips, tongue and eyes, back to the bloody hole in his forehead.

Xu Zhan finally couldn't help but step forward.

This person is Song Qinghui.

Without Xu Zhan's barrier, the books returned to the shelves smoothly, making a slight "dongdong" sound embedded in the space between the books. This slow but rhythmic sound subtly coincided with Xu Zhan's heartbeat.

The broken flesh and skin grew back into the wound on Song Qinghui's forehead, and with a stiff expression, he was half-lifted in the air like a puppet by an invisible force, slowly repairing. Xu Zhan couldn't help but reach out to touch the wound on his head, feeling the blood flow under it change from cold to hot, from slow to fast, and finally returned to warm and normal.

The tears on the clothes were restored, the wrinkles were smoothed, and the invisible force carried Song Qinghui back.

One step, two steps, he walked backwards out the door, and the door to the library was closed.

Xu Zhan sat down on the ground the moment the door closed gently.

This is the second time that Xu Zhan witnessed Song Qinghui having an accident in front of him.

That summer, the thin figure with a stubble on his face resurfaced in front of him.

If he hadn't stopped the world reversal in time just now, would Song Qinghui in this world die in this nonsensical disaster?

Xu Zhan sat on the wooden floor dumbfounded, not knowing what to do, and then heard Song Qinghui's voice sound from the door of the library.

"Ah Zhan, are you still reading the information?"

Song Qinghui's gentle voice came from outside the door.

Xu Zhan hurriedly tried to stand up, but because of his weak legs, he fell back again, and the metal chair feet scraped the ground and moved away for a distance, making a tooth-aching sound.

Song Qinghui, who was outside the door, heard the huge movement he made and thought that something had happened to him, so he rushed in with a nervous face, but saw Xu Zhan sitting on the ground stupidly, looking dumbfounded.

"What's the matter, my legs are numb after sitting for too long?" Song Qinghui walked over with tears and laughter, put down the things in his arms, and looked at him with concern.

Touching Song Qinghui's warm hand, Xu Zhan sobered up a little. He hurriedly stood up with the bookshelf, hiding the panic in his heart, and hurriedly answered.

Song Qinghui rubbed his head with a smile, picked up the things he brought, and stuffed them into his arms, "I just saw that the store I ordered had a bad evaluation, I think you will definitely not eat it if you are such a picky person." I brought you something from the burger shop on my way home, and if you haven't eaten it yet, make it a late-night snack. ”

In the bag in my arms was a hot chicken cutlet burger, a serving of medium potatoes, and a cup of hot black tea.

Xu Zhan didn't need to open the bag to check it, he knew what was inside.

Because, "just now" he saw it.

Song Qinghui guessed that he came to the old library to check the materials, and in order to send him supper, he was involved in the crisis of the world and "died".

"Thank you. Xu Zhan struggled to squeeze these two words out of his throat, his voice hoarse and ugly.

Song Qinghui raised his eyebrows and took out black tea, "How long have you not drunk water?"

Xu Zhan stretched out his hand to take the black tea, feeling that his eyes were hot and damp.

"You can't eat in the library, let's go out. He hurriedly walked out of the library and threw Song Qinghui behind him, not wanting him to see his expression that was about to lose control.

When he came to the outside of the library and breathed in the cool air of the night, Xu Zhan felt better. He sat down on the open-air bench next to him, and somewhat rudely unwrapped the hamburger, Xu Zhan shoved the chicken steak burger into his mouth, allowing himself to press the choked sound back into his stomach.

"Wow, how hungry are you!" Song Qinghui caught up and saw that he couldn't make a sound when he ate, and he shivered, thinking that he was choking, and hurriedly patted him on the back. Xu Zhan suppressed the sourness in his heart, looked at Song Qinghui with tearful eyes, and complained: "Little uncle, you shot too hard. ”

Then pour the black tea into his mouth, so that he can quickly hold back all the tears.

Song Qinghui hurriedly raised his hands and surrendered.

The power of high-calorie junk food is powerful, and by the time Xu Zhan finished eating a whole hamburger, his mood had completely calmed down. After he discussed a few issues with Song Qinghui, it was already eleven o'clock.

Song Qinghui raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist and asked, "How is it, will you go back and rest today?"

Xu Zhan nodded, he didn't dare to forget Song Qinghui's bloody face before. I don't know if the accidents that happened in the abnormal time and space will have some impact on me, but today he still wants to try to have more contact with Song Qinghui for a while.

Throwing the finished drink cups and wrappers into the trash can on the side, Xu Zhan and Song Qinghui got up and walked to the parking lot.

Because Xu Zhan went to throw out the garbage, Song Qinghui was one step ahead of him and walked in front of him. Looking at Song Qinghui's back, Xu Zhan became inexplicably nervous, feeling that Song Qinghui's actions in front of him had turned into frames of pictures, and the passage of time seemed to have slowed down. He clenched his fists playfully to make himself more relaxed, but he happened to see Song Qinghui's footsteps in a mess, and then fell to the street lamp on the side.

Xu Zhan had already rushed forward when he was in a mess, grabbed Song Qinghui, and shouted in a panicked voice: "Brother Qinghui, what's wrong with you!"

I saw that he frowned tightly and breathed a little chaotic, but it was not very serious. He was supported by Xu Zhan, and he himself stretched out a hand in advance to prop up on the pole of the street lamp, so his body was not hit. He shook his head very slightly, reassuring the nervous Xu Zhan: "It's okay, it's just that I suddenly felt a little dizzy." Maybe I drank some wine when I was having dinner with Lao Li just now, and my stamina came up. ”

Song Qinghui's face turned slightly pale, and Xu Zhan was worried that it was a side effect of the injury in the reversal of the world. For example, on the surface, it looks fine, but in fact the body is still injured inside?

Although the desktop and other objects are intact, it is a complete proof that the repair power of the world is extremely powerful. But not afraid of 10,000, just in case, what if the world's repair power is different for living beings?

"Let's go to the school doctor's office first. The more Xu Zhan thought about it, the more scared he became, and he almost wanted to call 120.

Song Qinghui also felt that Xu Zhan's reaction was a little too aggressive, and hurriedly stopped him.

"What are you doing? That's too exaggerated, isn't it? I'm just a little dizzy as a big man, what else can happen?"

"After drinking, I said that I was dizzy, and then there were a lot of accidents!" Xu Zhan said sternly, "In case of a collision...... No, what if it's a blood clot or something?"

After all, my head was smashed before, and it's not impossible that there is a thrombus card that hasn't recovered.

Thinking of this, Xu Zhan panicked even more, and hurriedly helped Song Qinghui to sit down.

Song Qinghui looked at him in disbelief, "Xu Zhan, tell me honestly, have you been in love recently?"

"Huh?"

"It's like a different person. Song Qinghui muttered.

Xu Zhan was nervous when he heard this, and looked around nervously, and only after making sure that the world showed no signs of toppling down, he breathed a sigh of relief, "I stay in the laboratory all day, facing either machines or researchers and interns, how can I have a chance to fall in love? ”

"Seems more likely than me, right?" Song Qinghui poked his head, "How many hours have you slept these days?"

Xu Zhan silently calculated the sleep time in his heart, and felt that it was more appropriate not to speak.

Song Qinghui couldn't resist Xu Zhan, and later the two went to the infirmary for a check-up. The doctor didn't see any big problems, and Xu Zhan's heart fell to the ground.

Xu Zhan didn't dare to let Song Qinghui drive, but fortunately, the community was not far away, and the two of them walked slowly for twenty minutes.

When waiting for the elevator, Song Qinghui's face was basically normal, only occasionally frowning, Xu Zhan really cared, so he asked him what was wrong.

Song Qinghui smiled teasingly while pressing the elevator button: "Why are you more verbose than my mother today." It's okay, but there are still some headaches and some shaky shadows, and it should be fine to sleep well. ”

The elevator door opened, and the two said goodnight to each other and went back to their respective homes.

"Brother Qinghui, call me if you don't feel well. ”

After Xu Zhan finished speaking, he couldn't help but think of a bloody hole in Song Qinghui's head, trembled, and couldn't help but say again: "Why don't I sleep in your guest room today?"

Song Qinghui showed a speechless expression, and directly slammed the door with his backhand.

Xu Zhan touched his nose, and felt that he seemed to be acting too much today.

After returning home, Xu Zhan lay on the bed and couldn't sleep, holding his mobile phone to search for all kinds of messy information, what time and space travel, parallel worlds, dizziness, cerebral infarction...... I didn't stop until I was sleepy and smashed my phone in the face.

At six o'clock the next morning, Xu Zhan suddenly woke up and hurriedly touched his mobile phone, only to be horrified to find that the mobile phone was turned off without power.

"Am I a pig!" he scolded himself, hurriedly rolled over and got out of bed, put on his slippers twice without putting them in, and simply ran out barefoot.

rushed to Song Qinghui's door in three or two steps, Xu Zhan knocked on the door desperately, and knocked for a while before remembering that there was such a thing as a doorbell, so he began to ring the doorbell frantically. The neighbor across the door was overwhelmed, poked his head out and shouted, "It's 8012, don't you know how to call?"