It was a dark, narrow alleyway, and with her character, she should have avoided it. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info but now she is in the middle of it. She leaned against the uneven wall with some wariness, looking left and right around her.

However, the more I looked at her, the more strange I felt. There was an inexplicable sense of familiarity rising in her heart, and no matter which direction she looked, this direction never faded. She frowned slightly, clenched her fists with some uneasiness, and rested them on her chest. Then he suddenly reacted and hurriedly put down his palm. A pair of brows furrowed even tighter. What's going on? How could he make such a weak movement? Inexplicably, she sensed that something was wrong.

She stared at the palm hanging from her waist, slightly bent and stretched her knuckles, thinking a little puzzled, but no matter how she thought about it, her mind was only a blur. Empty, nothing. But she always had a feeling that there should have been something in that place, but she couldn't find anything......

She frowned, a look of stubbornness flashing in her eyes. Thinking hard, his fingers flexed and stretched unconsciously, as if trying to grasp something. Then suddenly, her outstretched fingers stiffened, and all her thoughts came to a halt. She turned her eyes a little stiffly and looked behind her. She heard a faint call, and that call could only come from that person.

"Xiao Ai." Xiao Ai ...... The only person who would call her that way was her mother in her memory. However, didn't she fall off a cliff with her father on the rainy night of her birthday seven years ago and died? She thought so, but she still involuntarily turned her eyes and looked in the direction where the voice came from. Then, she saw two people standing behind her, somewhat faint.

"Dad, Mom......" Looking at the two faces with a faint smile, she covered her mouth in disbelief and subconsciously whispered. Seeing them nodding slightly at her, she subconsciously moved closer to them, but after taking two steps, she stopped and looked at their faint bodies quietly.

"Yes, we're dead." As if sensing her gaze, the two men each looked down at their faint bodies, and then each of them kept a smile absently, raised their heads, and said this to her. "We're all undead now."

When she heard this, she should have been sad, and she felt that she should be sad, but the natural sadness only lasted for a moment, and was replaced by doubt. She frowned again, always feeling that the word undead was unusually familiar.

"How have you been doing all these years?" However, she didn't think about it any further. Because the two most important people in her life spoke to her.

"I'm doing well...... Although there is only one person. She whispered in response, a little absent-mindedly, then slowly gathered her thoughts, and raised her head to give them a somewhat reassuring smile, trying to reassure them that they were dead. But smiling and laughing, she burst into tears.

"Why...... Why do you die? She looked at them with teary eyes and asked with tears in her voice. The questions that had been stuffed in her heart for seven years surged out at this moment, crowded into a mess, and finally turned into such a sentence without a beginning or end, but it also told all her entanglements and pains.

"......" The two men turned their heads, glanced at each other, and then turned their eyes at the same time, looking at her lovingly. "Girl," her father called to her affectionately, and then explained in a low voice to her, "don't think too much, this matter has nothing to do with you. ”

As the two closest to her, they naturally knew her temperament, and they were always worried about whether she would fall into a long period of self-blame after they left. However, they have died, been absorbed into another world, and are waiting for reincarnation, but they have no ability to return to her side to comfort her. But now, they're finding their fears come true.

Li Ai's father looked at Li Ai, who lowered his head and didn't seem to listen to his words, frowned slightly, then sighed, and then said, "That's right, we did drive back that night to celebrate your birthday." He whispered, and then as expected, saw her shoulders trembling violently after hearing his words.

He shook his head, "But what happened after that has nothing to do with you." "We didn't rush to speed up because we were anxious or anything, and we didn't neglect to talk about you." We fell off a cliff only because our tires were punctured by something in the driveway. ”

"It has nothing to do with you, so why blame yourself?" He spoke and whispered comfortingly, "You girl, you like to stop yourself in everything." So many mistakes in the world are all because you can't make it? He asked, but felt more and more pity. The woman beside him raised her palm and silently wiped away her tears.

"Don't be cranky," he reassured, as if he wanted to come forward and hug her and comfort her as before. But he stopped before he took a step, and looked helplessly at his faint arms, his eyes showing a little bitterness. "Don't stay in our shadows, okay?" He looked at her, so earnestly.

"Is that so? It would be nice to have an answer......" She replied in a low voice, raised her head, looked at them fixedly with a relieved face, and whispered, but she was a little distracted.

Although she got the answer she had been seeking, she didn't feel very happy, but instead felt a little empty. Her eyes flashed over their somewhat faint bodies, and she looked somewhere behind them, as if she wanted to find something there, but found nothing.

She subconsciously bit her lower lip, and a trace of pain flashed in her eyes, but she raised her hand to hold down the chest that suddenly became empty and made her miserable, and suddenly determined that she had really lost something very important. It's just that she can't remember what she lost.

"Okay, Dad, Mom, I'm sorry, thank you, and ...... Good bye. She withdrew her gaze and whispered, then watched them fade away like melted ink in water, disappearing before her eyes. She always felt that this scene was somewhat familiar, as if it had happened a long, long time ago, and everything seemed to have a sense of order, like a replay of a movie, repeating the same plot. I always felt that the next moment a hand would hand over a tissue, and then whispered, "Wipe it." ”

Rub? What to rub? She was a little confused, but she still reached out to pick it up, but she didn't receive anything. She was slightly stunned, and her somewhat blurred vision suddenly became clear, but where could she still find that palm. She silently withdrew her outstretched palm, and when she lowered her head, she realized that she had burst into tears.

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In the cold winter air, she sat up suddenly, a pair of eyes that had not yet woken up from sleep, and looked a little dazed ahead, and then held her forehead and whispered, "It turns out that it is a dream." ”

Putting down the palm in front of her, she raised her eyes, glanced at her room casually, and then reached for the phone under the pillow to check the time at this time. However, her outstretched palm froze in mid-air.

There was an inexplicable feeling rising in her heart, which made her subconsciously take a serious look at the various furnishings in this room that belonged to her. It should be a very familiar scene, but her heart inexplicably feels unfamiliar. It's like...... She'd been away for a long time.

She stood up, reached for the mug that was at the head of the bed, and when she withdrew her fingers, she saw a lump of brown stuck to her fingertips. She frowned, and the feeling that something was wrong in her heart intensified.

With his own personality, no matter what state he is in, he will not let the place where he lives become like this. Now that this place has become like this, it can only mean that I haven't been back here for a long time...... If that's the case, then where did you live during that time? And why, I don't have that impression at all?

Sure enough, I forgot something, right? She opened the door and walked out of the room. Some absent-minded gazes wandered, and after sweeping over something in the living room, they suddenly froze, and when they turned back, they suddenly became a little more aggressive.

The sofa, when did it come down? In addition, it is okay to have a quilt or something on the sofa, why two sets? Something is wrong. Something is wrong. It seems to be empty. It's the same in dreams, there's always a feeling of losing something. She frowned, walked quickly to the sofa, and stretched out her fingers with some trembling tremors, groping for the futon on the sofa.

Have you lost anything in your life?

She retracted her fingers rubbing on the futon like an electric shock, and turned her head to look at the house that was supposed to belong to her alone, and there was a strange light in her eyes. If there is an anomaly here, could there be an anomaly elsewhere as well? Speaking of which, I was a little abnormal last night. I didn't find anything out of the ordinary. Wait, why was I in that place last night?

She frowned and thought hard, but her mind was blank, she couldn't find any clues, she could only feel abnormal. Same as the changes in this room that she didn't remember. Perhaps, some common ground can be found in these anomalous changes.

Thinking so, she straightened up silently and began to search the room. Papers with unknown but inexplicably familiar contents on top of each other and piled up on top of each other and under the dining table, two pairs of chopsticks that seem to have been used for a long time, and toiletries that do not belong to you that have inexplicably appeared in the bathroom. Also, along with his own school bag, the school bag next to the coffee table that obviously does not belong to him.

All of this is sparing no effort to tell her that perhaps, there was a person who appeared in her world, but was forgotten by her. She lowered her eyes and looked at the bag......