In the empty living room, the sunlight shines on the ground through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the white curtains dance gently with the wind, gently brushing over the unmanned beige sofa, leaving no trace.

Ming Chuan was a little dazed, and his mind became blank.

His teacher is not an ordinary person, both in terms of ability and personality, he is very different from ordinary people, and often does things that ordinary people cannot predict, such as disappearing suddenly.

The teacher's often outrageous actions made Ming Chuan practice an extremely hard heart, and he felt that no matter what the guy did, he would no longer be surprised, so when he saw his teacher disappear in front of him again, he didn't know that it was the last meeting he had with the teacher.

After a few moments, he shook his head, and a few drops of water came out of his hair, which had not yet been completely dried.

Suddenly, a sense of déjà vu came over him. He stood still, turned his head again with some confusion, and looked at the empty living room.

This scene seems to have happened before.

A thought formed in Mingchuan's mind. But soon he vetoed it himself. After coming to this city, the teacher has not done such a stupid thing as a sudden disappearance, how can he have seen this scene?

Shaking his head self-deprecatingly, Ming Chuan wanted to leave the living room and go back to his bedroom, but he couldn't lift his feet.

The white living room suddenly shook in front of him, and the darkness covered the light in front of him like a curtain, and at this time, Mingchuan's eyes were only dark.

"Lord Mingchuan!"

A familiar call came from a distant place, but Ming Chuan couldn't remember whose voice it was.

He covered his head and shook it vigorously, the darkness in front of him was erased as if he had shaken it off, and he stood in the empty living room again.

The teacher is missing, and he is the only one left in this room.

The empty room suddenly became very large and empty, reflecting his heart, making the emptiness in his heart be magnified a lot without limit.

The teacher was just bored, so he left for a while, and it wasn't long before he would automatically appear in front of him, just as suddenly as he had disappeared. Ming Chuan thought this in his heart, because this was what his teacher had done before.

No, this time is different, the teacher will not be back.

It was pitch black again, and a voice came from afar.

The teacher will not come back, and he will not appear in front of him as casually as before.

Ming Chuan suddenly felt a panic in his heart.

He shook his head, desperately denying the voice.

Impossible, the teacher he had promised to be by his side until he was able to ......

Until what is he able to do?

Ming Chuan frowned, the answer was in his mind, but he couldn't think of it.

At that time, the teacher had promised him that he would always stay by his side, guide him, and take care of him until he ...... Until.

Until what?

What was the time limit that the teacher promised back then?

Could it be that this condition has been met? He has been able to do it?

But what can he do?

Ming Chuan felt a sharp pain in his head, as if there were thousands of needles piercing his skull at the same time.

There are many times when teachers say goodbye, and this time is the same.

Really?

Is it really the same?

Is that really the scene when the teacher leaves? He really didn't say anything when he left?

Ming Chuan frowned, not knowing why one question after another kept popping up in his mind.

These questions were strange, and the answers to each question were in front of him, but when he wanted to answer them, he couldn't help but have doubts in his heart.

For example, the scene when the teacher left, this clearly shows what just happened, and he did not have amnesia, and he clearly remembered every word of what the teacher just said, how could he still have questions?

However, no matter how firm he was, the doubts in his heart could not be stopped, and they took root and grew like a madweed.

In addition to the voices coming from the depths of his head, there seemed to be people calling his name in distant places. Ming Chuan only felt that the inside of his skull was like a lump of paste, and someone was stirring it vigorously with a long stick.

An exploding pain struck from the depths of his mind, and the darkness in front of him was once again erased by something, revealing the white living room. In the corner of the living room, the man sitting on the beige sofa was his teacher, and his face looked a little hazy against the light in the sunlight.

"Teacher?" Ming Chuan covered his aching forehead with one hand, leaned against the wall with the other, barely supported his body, and looked at the man in front of him suspiciously.

"Mingchuan, the teacher's time is running out, so I want to tell you something. The teacher's smile looked vague and inauthentic.

"What do you want to tell me?" asked Ming Chuan, shaking his head.

Then he saw that the teacher's mouth was open and closed as if to say something, but no sound reached his ears. No, to be precise, his ears were filled with a "buzzing" noise, like tinnitus, and he couldn't hear anything else.

"You say be louder, I can't hear you!" Mingchuan shouted at the other party.

The teacher's face showed a hint of stunned for a moment, and then he continued to speak as if he hadn't heard his question, but the voice that came out of it could not reach his ears.

Ming Chuan felt a pang of anxiety in his heart.

An inexplicable intuition told him that what the teacher was saying at the moment was important, very important, but he couldn't hear anything anyway.

He wanted to get closer, leaning against the wall, enduring the pain in his head and the strong tinnitus, and walked step by step in the direction of the sofa. But as soon as he took two steps, it was as if a transparent wall had suddenly risen in front of him, blocking his way, making it impossible for him to continue to approach.

"Teacher!" he shouted.

The sound was like a drop of water sucked in by a sponge, and it disappeared without a trace.

The memories in his mind became strange, and several pictures with the same background but completely different contents overlapped each other, constantly switching before his eyes.

In the dizziness, the scenery in front of me changed again.

The white living room was shaking slightly, and a gust of wind rolled up the curtains, and something broke into the room.

Ming Chuan saw a puff of black smoke burst through the circle on the window in the wind, and the sound of tinnitus was mixed with the sound of broken glass, but nothing was broken in front of him, and he didn't know where the sound came from.

The teacher, who was originally sitting on the sofa, looked frightened.

He had never seen a similar look on this man's face in his memory, and he had the impression that the teacher always had a faint smile in his mind, although sometimes this calmness made people feel angry, but more often it would be reassuring to see him standing behind him with an indifferent smile.

But at this moment, in the scenery in front of him, the teacher's face lost his usual calmness and showed a frightened look.

A wave of fear suddenly rose in Ming Chuan's heart.

"Teacher!" he shouted, trying to rush over, but his feet felt like they were being nailed to the floor, and he couldn't move.