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On this bright morning, a few birds jumping on old telephone poles let out a crisp birdsong, startling the rising red sun.

The skies of the southern cities are very fresh and pleasant in a country with increasingly polluted environmental conditions.

In a residential area on the outskirts of the city, the buildings look a little old, probably many years old. The residents living here used to be some old cadres who had retired for many years, and the houses were also divided in the era of the planned economy.

Of course, there are not many people living in this building, and many people have already bought new high-end houses outside and moved out.

Except for some old people who are about to die, or who are alone, they can't leave, most of them will not stay in this dilapidated old house that has experienced decades of ups and downs.

In the humble bedroom, the yellow-gray walls highlight the old age that is out of place with this era, and a lot of paint has fallen off in the corners at this time, revealing the hideous tiles in them.

In the corner of the bedroom by the window is a large double bookcase, and the fragrance and light of the sandalwood seem to be a little out of place in this room.

The upper half of the bookcase is placed with a large number of domestic and foreign classics, the books are in a simple shape, it seems that they have been some years, and no one has read them for a long time, and there is a thick layer of ash on them.

The lower half of the floor is scattered with some very new books, and they are also relatively good at reading, and some of the book corners have been slightly rolled up, but these books seem to be some comics, novels and the like.

In the position facing the window, an ordinary rectangular wooden table is placed, there is a small table lamp on the wooden table, and a few homework books and math books are placed at random, which are placed on the cover of a homework book in the corner of the table.

The handwriting is a little sloppy, but it has a unique sense of grace.

Next to the wooden table was a small dressing table with a few jewelry boxes and combs scattered around on it.

In addition to these few pieces of furniture, only the bed and the bed cabinet in the inner corner of the bedroom remained. The bed wasn't very big, just the size of an adult lying flat on it.

Didi, didi.

A cartoon alarm clock for an anime character, standing on a bedside table, began to scream as the first rays of sunlight shone through the cracks in the curtains.

It's a cute robot cat-shaped alarm clock, but it's funny that when it rings, it's the naughty head of the robot cat, spinning back and forth. The most important thing is that the alarm clock in the shape of a robot cat is full of scars, and the blue and white paint on it has been scraped off a lot. And the cat's head spins and makes a crisp sound, which seems to have a kind of weird fun.

Syllable.

A fair-skinned and slender hand was raised from the side of the bed, and with a blow, the robot cat that turned its head hit the bedside wall with a 'whir', slid down weakly, and fell to the ground and rolled a few times.

The cat-shaped alarm clock, which was still dancing, suddenly quieted down, and the paint on it crossed out a lot. Then he didn't continue to spin, and it seemed that he was seriously injured again.

The owner of this jade hand, that is, the petite shadow on the bed, after slapping the alarm clock, covered his head with a dissatisfied quilt, and then let out a few sleepy murmurs.

"It's noisy, don't... Don't disturb the laborers and management to sleep..."

The tone is from high to low, with a wet and delicate voice, which is the unique and charming accent of Jiangnan women.

The figure in the quilt turned around, and then there was the sound of undulating and steady breathing.

Bai Xiaosheng had a long dream.

It's very long, so long that it takes 30 years to make a dream into a movie, and it takes more than 30,000 hours to make a huge feature-length movie, the kind of tens of thousands.

A beautiful and happy childhood, a lonely and painful teenager, and a magnificent youth.

Parents who died young, loyal friends, first love who died without illness, and ex-wives who broke up unhappily.

Everything is constantly unfolding in the dream, like a colorful picture scroll, slowly unfolding without hurry.

It was a silent tragicomedy.

This made Bai Xiaosheng in the dream a little relieved.

The dreams of each period are so real, real as if they were yesterday.

Like, it's not a dream, it's not a movie.

That's the truth.

However, whether it is a dream or a movie, there will be an end to it.

The finale of this movie is to stay on the flying bullet.

Maybe because it was in a dream, the bullet shot was very slow in Bai Xiaosheng's eyes, and it seemed that it could be dodged at any time.

However, his eyes were just wide, and the trembling fear was like a grid of layers, and he was paralyzed and unable to make any movements.

Biu~

The bullet entered through the center of the eyebrow and pierced through the back of the head, exploding a series of blood splashes.

The other party's sudden betrayal, as well as his own unbelievable face.

"No!"

A scream, flying from the bed, spread out from this floor, waking up the bird that landed on the telephone pole outside the window.

An old man on crutches, when he passed by this floor, heard the seeping scream, shook his head helplessly, and continued to walk out.

The old man kept shaking his head and muttering: "Alas, what a good girl she was, but since the death of her parents, why has she become this virtue now?"

After the scream, the quilt was lifted in an instant, revealing a pale face.

Although this jade face cannot be said to be a country and a city, it can definitely be regarded as the gentleness and delicacy of the water hibiscus.

The snow skin is like clotted fat, the collar neck is like a grub, the fresh teeth are like a rhinoceros, and the head of the mantis is like a moth eyebrow.

The jade beauty in the splashed ink landscape painting is exactly what it is talking about.

The upper body is draped with a thin white quilt, revealing delicate and white shoulders, which looks a little pitiful.

is such a jade beauty who seems to be a gentle character, and it should be black and long shawl hair, but it is unexpectedly disappointing. Dyed with colorful big wavy curls, and a lot of hair strands are hanging outward, and because of the problem of indecent sleeping position, it makes a mess like a chicken nest.

With this colorful hair, it must be a bad girl in the eyes of others, little sister.

She stared at the scene in front of her with wide-eyed eyes, and there was a strange and familiar sense of struggle in her eyes.

It seems that this is a room that was once very familiar, and it stands to reason that it should be honestly stayed in the corner of memory, turned into a yellowed three-dimensional photo.

Occasionally, in retrospect, there is always a heart-wrenching touch in this photo.

"I'm not dead yet? Where is this?"

A little sweat slipped from the ends of her hair, shivering from the long dream she had woken up from.

The voice that came out was not the voice of a man who should be strong and vigorous as an iron-blooded soldier who had been retired for many years. It's a wet and glutinous voice, like a piece of sweet chocolate.

This kind of coquettish voice is usually easy to arouse the hope of most men, but at this time, it suddenly caused some goosebumps on her arms.

In her memory, she was very unimpressed by this deliberately coquettish voice, and even a little disgusted. According to her words, the owner of this voice must be a green tea who deliberately sells off her style.

Well, come to that thought.

She thought of that noble and cold ex-wife again, and that guy's voice was completely polarized. Although it has been a few years since the divorce, the woman's voice is still in my ears, and the tone is so cold that it can freeze people's hearts.

I don't know if that woman will be sad after I die, and I don't think it will be with her character.

Hey, no, I'm not dead?!

She was startled, and a trace of sweat trickled from her forehead.

Ding Ding.

didn't let her think about it, but at this time, there was a burst of ringtones under the pillow, which was the monotonous ringtone emitted by a particularly old-fashioned blue-screen mobile phone.

She subconsciously fumbled under the pillow a few times and pulled out a small flip phone.

She glanced at it.

Well, it's an old Motorola antique.

A mobile phone number on the small screen has been flashing blue light, and the name of the note is Youyou.

"Bai Xiaosheng, what the hell are you doing?!"

As soon as I opened the flip phone, the voice on the other side came. It's an unceremonious tone.

Well, a familiar but somewhat unfamiliar voice.

She subconsciously wanted to speak, but she didn't know what to say, so she said hesitantly: "That... This one... I..."

"I've been to two classes, and you haven't come to school yet?! Now it's almost time for the high school entrance examination, don't you know that Lao Li Tou is about to faint now!? If it weren't for Mingchen's kid to stop him, your house would have smashed the door in the morning!"

Lao Li Tou, a very familiar name, seems to be the name of the junior high school homeroom teacher fifteen years ago.

A familiar and unfamiliar room?

Familiar and unfamiliar voices?

Wait!

Fifteen years ago, the head teacher?

And, Yuluo?

Could it be Lin Youluo?

Well, the sound is a bit similar, but it's still relatively immature.

And the childhood sweetheart with a prominent family, didn't he dump me for more than ten years?

Why are you coming back to contact me now?

Well, such a childish voice, is it her daughter?

It's possible that this guy is estimated to have married a person who is in the right place.

She remembered the sweet and sad past, the painful first love that had kept her tossing and turning and keeping her awake at night.

Until the long years that followed, she was saddened in her midnight dreams.

After all, whether she is in or not, the other party has left an indelible picture in her life.

The delicate face that is full of youth and smiles.

No matter how good or bad the final result is, a man's attitude towards his first love is always so pretentious and cherished.

Thinking of this, her heart trembled suddenly, and the corners of her mouth suddenly showed a bitter smile, and she couldn't help but say to herself: "That guy also gave birth to a daughter, it's really funny..."

"What are you talking about? Bai Xiaosheng, did you listen to me? You won't sleep in a daze last night, will you? Why don't you come to class quickly, we don't give up on ourselves like this when the high school entrance examination is approaching!"

The crisp voice of the yellow warbler out of the valley came again, and the tone was with a hint of worry and anxiety.

The kind that hates iron but not steel.

"High school entrance examination?"

Bai Xiaosheng subconsciously touched the tip of his nose, but found that the skin felt really smooth to the touch.

"Yes, the high school entrance examination, it's only two months before the high school entrance examination in June, and you still don't take it seriously! I, Lin Youluo, am really helpless, I have made such a friend of you!"

The voice on the other side was angry, I knew that this girlfriend was unreliable, but I didn't expect it to be so unreliable.

"Well, are you Lin Youluo?"

Bai Xiaosheng felt that this matter was a little strange, and a thousand words surged in his heart, but he only opened his mouth with such a few questions.

“… Shengsheng, you... Nothing happened, did it?"

The voice on the other side's side was silent for a long time, and only then did he pop out such a sentence, and his tone was actually trembling.

"No... I didn't have an accident..."

A huge question began to shroud Bai Xiaosheng's mind, and then with a flash of inspiration, she asked suddenly.

"Yuluo, what year is it?"

“…”

"Speak, that's it!"

“… Millennium..."

As the three words millennium jumped out, Bai Xiaosheng suddenly stood up from the bed. The flip Motorola mobile phone was unstable for a while, and it slid on the bed in an instant.

At this glance, on the hanging calendar next to the bed, under the old star pictures, a line of numbers is clearly printed.

April 2000.

The girl seemed to have been struck by a huge lightning bolt, and the churning huge dark cloud slowly dispersed, revealing the unstable flow of the mind in it.

Lin Youluo's anxious voice still came out of the mobile phone, "Hey, Shengsheng, are you okay?!Shengsheng..."

But she turned a deaf ear, her lips trembled, and her eyes became unfocused, and she became blank.

'Millennium... Where am I ?... this?'

subconsciously bit the pink lower lip, and didn't even notice a trace of blood oozing out.

In human life, the greatest pursuit is to go back to the past to make up for the missed and unfulfilled wishes of the year.

But when you really go back in time, the first reaction is the fear of not knowing what to do.

It comes from the unknown, from the indistinguishable reality from nothingness.