"At half past ten in the morning the day before yesterday, Zhang Yeran passed away."

Song Jin typed in his notebook.

"Forty-eight hours after his death, the world began to separate. The historical records about the gate valve have completely disappeared, Chang Ge, Dong Tian and others have died of myocardial infarction, and Jiang Wenwen died of falling from the building...... The similarity to previous records is very high. ”

"The only direct contact who did not undergo drastic changes was Song Ahn ......"

"Dad," the door was suddenly pushed open, and a woman dressed in black walked in and glanced at Song Jin, "What are you writing?" ”

Song Jin smiled slightly: "It's nothing, what's wrong?" ”

Fifty-four-year-old Song An'an looks like he's in his thirties. Since Zhang Yeran's death, Song Anan has been wearing black clothes.

"Sister Lan came to our house, and Pingping, who they went abroad, also came back, why don't you go out and have a look?"

"Hey, okay." Song Jin got up slowly. Song Anan raised his eyes and sneaked a peek, and there were two photos on the screen, one was a gun and the other was a harbor that he had never seen before.

He took Song Anan's hand and walked downstairs: "Your father is seventy-two, can you hold it steady?" ”

"Uncle Lu next door doesn't see anyone every time he comes back." Song Anan wrinkled his nose and his poor mouth.

"Why did he come here again?" Song Jin glanced at Song Anan unhappily.

"Uncle Lu has never found a partner for his father in his life, can you be nicer to him?"

"Who's going to be nice to someone who wants to pry your corner?" Song Jin rolled his eyes and said.

"Dad passed away, Uncle Lu held Dad's portrait in our guest room for three days, why didn't I see you mourning?" Song Anan said dissatisfiedly.

Song Jin paused and did not speak.

Song Anan said: "Grandma has told me many times, in the past, you were so sweet, I was all from you." Do you have any feelings for your father? ”

Song Jin frowned and said, "It's not big or small, what are you talking about." ”

Song Jin walked to the first floor. Lan Lan, who was once held in his arms, looked a round older than Song An'an, holding a tall young man by his side. The young man refused to sit down, so he stood and stared intently at the huge portrait of Zhang Yeran hanging on the wall of his home.

Song Lan called "uncle" and stood up and pulled the young man beside her. The moment the young man turned around, Song Jin froze in place as if he had been struck by lightning.

Song Anan pulled him a little worriedly, only to see Song Ping nodding a little timidly, not even daring to speak.

"It must be that Ping Ping is too much like my dad and scares my dad." Song An eased the atmosphere and smiled at Song Lan. Song Lan also laughed twice, and said quickly: "If An An is born, she will definitely be more like ......" She stopped suddenly, and looked at Song An with some embarrassment.

Song An'an's expression didn't change, but he said, "I don't have such a good blessing as Sister Lan." ”

As if he had been reminded of something, Song Jin suddenly raised his head and looked at Song Ping carefully. Song Ping looked back uneasily, and then heard Song Jin cough violently.

Song Anan hurriedly patted Song Jin on the back, helped Song Jin upstairs, and confessed to Song Lan on the side. As soon as Song Jin went upstairs, he drove Song Anan down again, he quickly opened his laptop and wrote:

"Song An'an has no heirs. Zhang Yeran's influence was only left to Song Anan's generation. After Song An'an's death, it was the time of the destruction of the world......"

When Song Jin wrote that "Song An'an died", his chest throbbed. He glanced at the family portrait placed on the corner of the table. Song Jin, Zhang Yeran, Song An'an. The three of them stood together. It was taken when Zhang Yeran was forty years old.

“…… Therefore, it is different from the previous record. The world didn't fall apart when I left, and the destruction was slower......"

Song Jin glanced at the photo again. Forty-year-old Zhang Yeran looks like there is a certain gap between Song Jin and Song An'an's appearance. He didn't look much like Song Jin when he first saw him. Fang just saw Song Ping downstairs, and Song Jin suddenly realized this - Zhang Yeran was becoming more and more different from the people of the Song family.

“…… His appearance gradually changed to the ontological one, and he had a residual subconscious mind about me, and his apparent appearance was not obvious......"

"The message he left was 'goodbye, thank you,' and he may have noticed something wrong. You can't stop scaring ......."

Song Jin suddenly heard a commotion downstairs.

Then he saw that the windows were shattered. The tables and chairs on both sides began to vibrate. Song Jin's heart tightened, and his fingers quickly typed a few lines on the computer: "I'm starting to be ostracized...... As the person who once hurt Zhang Yeran......"

"Dad! Baba! Song An'an's voice came from outside, she opened the door suddenly, and pulled Song Jin back, "Dad, what are you doing upstairs, the whole house is ringing!" ”

The moment Song An'an rushed in, all the tremors in the room subsided. Song Jin felt that his skin was constantly splitting and accelerating aging. He could see that all the qiē around him were collapsing in a way that Song An'an couldn't see.

He flicked his computer, then reached for the family photo. Song Anan hurriedly put the family photo in his arms, and looked at Song Jin who was sitting on a chair and slowly fell down in a panic. Song An'an screamed "Baba", she held Song Jin's fallen upper body in her arms, and Song Jin saw through her shoulder that the corner behind her was collapsing.

He could feel his heartbeat slowly failing, and it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe. He glanced at his computer. Only two pictures were open on the computer. Then he looked at Song An'an and turned her face towards himself.

He gently kissed Song An'an's ear and whispered in her ear, "I'm going...... Looking for your dad...... Good bye...... An An ......"