I...... Who is it? Who is me again? I am Wang Yue, an ordinary senior high school student living in a modern city, living in an ordinary apartment, with a pair of ordinary parents, and living an ordinary life for 18 years...... This is my memory, and all the experiences I remember and the world I live in in the past 18 years prove that I am Wang Yue. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But how to explain that broken memory? How can that feeling be explained? What about that wedding? Dreams? Will there be such a real dream? What if it's a dream? What if it's not a dream?

Wang Yue sat beside Tang An, holding his chin and staring at the stage where the show was performing. A pair of eyes were dilated, and I didn't know what to think. Tang An, who was sitting next to him, kept looking at the stage and watched it with relish.

"The wolf smoke rises, and the rivers and mountains look north. The dragon rolled, the horse neighed, and the sword aura was like frost...... "I don't know when, the stage is already full of people wearing all kinds of performance costumes. They held hands and sang loudly to the majestic music. In such a grand singing, Wang Yue, who was a little distracted, couldn't help but restrain his mind and unconsciously sang along. But after singing two lines, he stopped again and silently watched the people on the stage.

"The heart is like the Yellow River, twenty years, between the vertical and horizontal, who can fight against ......" Dozens of men and women held hands, stood side by side, blushing and thick-necked singing this song of loyalty to the country. But his mind flew again, wandering into the shattered memory. Why, why do you always feel like there's something coming to your mind? Why does hearing this song make my body tremble unconsciously?

"Hatred is crazy, the long knife is where the knife goes, and how many siblings are loyal to their souls. What a pity to die to serve the family and the country......" The singing voices of everyone on the stage are still echoing highly, and hundreds of people in the audience are singing together, and the mighty singing echoes throughout the campus, so majestic. Wang Yue was alone in such a crowd, lonely and silent. He frowned, trying hard to think of something, but no matter how hard he tried, he could only see the flowers in the fog and the moon in the water, and he couldn't see clearly.

I couldn't bear to sigh, but I was speechless, and my eyes were full of blood and tears. The horse's hooves went south, and the people looked north...... but despite this, although he couldn't see what kind of picture was about to emerge, he still unconsciously became full of tears in such a song.

"People look north, the grass is green and yellow, and the dust is flying. I would like to defend the land and reopen the territory......" There was a pathos in his chest, and this pathos was so rich, rich to the point of bitterness. But this bitterness melted into a thick unwillingness, which urgently needs an outlet...... So, he raised his head, his eyes were red, and he roared loudly with thousands of people, "The dignified China wants to let the Quartet ...... Come and congratulate! ”

His abrupt actions startled the people around him. They couldn't help but tremble for a moment, then turned their heads, and glanced at Wang Yue, who was panting for breath, and consciously and unconsciously moved away from him.

Tang An, who was next to him, was naturally among the startled crowd. He turned his head and was about to say something to Wang Yue, but his eyes touched the tears on his flushed face and his violently trembling body.

He looked at him with his mouth stammered, a little overwhelmed for a moment. It was the first time he had seen him so excited, and it was the first time he had seen him trembling like this. He'd known him for so many years, and he had never seen him so excited. He had always been a tepid man and had never shouted loudly. Why did such a plain person suddenly become like this?

Tang An frowned, and was about to say something when he saw Wang Yue, who was snorting and panting, suddenly raised a palm and pressed it heavily on his flushed face. Then he turned around, grabbed the bag that was placed on the seat, and walked away without a sigh.

Tang An's brows furrowed even tighter. Seeing that he was about to rush out of the crowd, he hurriedly grabbed his schoolbag and quickly followed. Following from the crowd to the school gate, he wanted to scream out several times to the anxious figure in front of him, but he unconsciously swallowed the name that came to his lips.

Seeing that he was about to walk out of the school gate, he kept covering his face with his hands. Tang An couldn't care about the inexplicable worry in his heart, and called out his name loudly, "Wang Yue! ”

Hearing his shout, Wang Yue, who was walking quickly, paused and stopped at the school gate. He put down the hand covering his face, was silent for a moment, and tilted his head, as if he wanted to turn his head, but halfway through, he turned back again. He turned his back to him, and neither of them could see each other's expressions.

And after Tang An stopped Wang Yue, he didn't know what to say for a while. He was silent for a while, organized his words slightly, and was about to speak, but was preempted by the guy opposite with his back to him.

"Don'......," he called his name, interrupting what he was about to say, "I'm sorry," he said, "and let me be alone, okay?" He said this, but he didn't give him any chance to refuse. Before Tang An could react, he had already carried his backpack and strode away.

Tang An subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to catch him. It was only halfway up to realize that the distance between him and him was not something he could cross by raising his hand. One step slower, he could only stand where he was, watching him run away almost in the wilderness.

He lowered his half-raised hand. After he turned the corner and disappeared from his vision, he lowered his eyes and stood gloomily in place. He was silent for a few moments, then suddenly slammed his fist into the wall beside him. The pain of that moment made him hiss, but that was all.

He slowly put down his fist that was oozing blood, and finally took a deep look at the direction where Wang Yue had left, and then turned around firmly, ahead of most of the students, and left the school gate, but he followed the road he had been walking and walked towards home, but took another path and went to another place.

He turned several street corners, and at last stood in a small park, under the tallest tree, and waited silently against the tree. He knew that it would be a long time before the other party came to the appointment, but he still arrived here and waited silently.

After seeing Wang Yue's abnormal state, he was almost completely sure of his conjecture. So here he is. He leaned against the big tree, and was silent for a while, habitually trying to hold his arm, but as soon as his left hand moved, there was a pain in his heart.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, looked away, and glanced at his bleeding left hand. He silently raised his left hand, brought the wound on his finger to his mouth, and sucked it gently.

The sweet, rusty smell of blood filled his mouth, making his eyes colder and colder until there was no emotion left. After a long time, he put down his left hand, lowered his head, leaned his back against the tree, and whispered in a low voice, "Xiao Yue...... It's my brother, the brother who died......" The voice was unusually hoarse, but it was like a low roar, so palpitating, like a hungry beast that had just been released, eager to choose someone to devour.

When the two of them went separately and went to different places. Li Aizheng frowned, followed behind Zhang Zhou, standing at the mouth of the alley, staring at the somewhat strange footprints in front of him. She pinched her chin, glanced at the location of the big golden ball that Zhang Zhou was still checking just now, trying to find out what useful information appeared, and then withdrew her gaze, and glanced at the location of the first footprint that was revealed after Zhang Zhou dripped blood, and a strange brilliance flashed in her eyes.

She suddenly reached out and grabbed Zhang Zhou, who was about to chase down the footprints, and stopped his movements. Then he nodded at the footprints on the ground in his puzzled gaze, and motioned for him to take a closer look.

Zhang Zhou turned his head, stared at the faintly fluorescent footprints on the ground, frowned slightly, he was a little confused, he didn't notice anything wrong for a while, he couldn't help but raise his eyes, and looked at Li Ai inquiringly.

Li Ai twitched the corners of her mouth, raised her finger and pointed to the location of the big golden ball that had appeared not long ago, and then pointed to the first footprint in front of her, and whispered, "According to what you said, that guy should be imprisoned in that place......" She paused, seeing that Zhang Zhou was still looking at herself suspiciously, she couldn't help but sigh with a little headache, and continued, "Don't you think, from that place to here, this area is white?" ”

"......" Zhang Zhou was silent for a moment, but shook his head, "It's very likely that that guy couldn't retract his strength after breaking through the confinement, so he flew over the ......" He said this, but he suddenly paused, lowered his eyes and glanced at the first footprint on the ground. The next moment, his pupils suddenly constricted. Because, next to which footprint, there is another footprint. The two footprints were put together, and the marks were like those left by a standard standing position. It simply couldn't be the traces of the overflight he had guessed.

His expression instantly became solemn. He raised his eyes, stared at Li Ai in front of him, and asked in a low voice, "This guy, can he fly?" ”

"Who knows?" Li Ai shrugged his shoulders and stood behind Zhang Zhou, waiting for him to lead the way, "However, it's better to be careful." All she could see was a small footprint shrouded by Zhang Zhou's open six-pointed star barrier, and to keep track of it, she could only follow Zhang Zhou's back and follow his pace.

"Looks like it's a big problem." Zhang Zhou subconsciously clenched the scorching night knife in his hand. After muttering a low word, he strode down the footprints on the ground.