On the fourth day after Zhang Heng's disappearance, the incident finally alarmed the entire urban area, and people could be seen whispering everywhere throughout the day, groups of parents flocked to the school and were persuaded to leave, and all kinds of rumors flew up like a plague and spread rapidly, and people were panicked. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The atmosphere of the school has also become tense, the morning exercise is not out, the physical education class has been changed to indoors, the security guards whether they are old or weak or wander around the campus, or guard the gate, there is a green heavy riot car parked in the campus for a day, the people inside have not come down, the windows are closed, such a hot weather, I think it is difficult.

As the initiator of all this turmoil, Chen Ye did not have the slightest consciousness, hearing someone say that it was a terrorist attack, and hearing all kinds of strange speculations, he would secretly be happy and retort with reason, the group panic is very irrational, very unreasonable, but very real.

Lin Ya, the head teacher, has changed a lot these days, the smile that often hangs on her face is gone, she has a wooden face all day long, her eyes are gradually dimming, and she is absent from class for the first time in evening self-study.

There are occasional complaints among classmates, "Why do you want Xu Heng to call your parents, isn't there no evidence found" and other words are also spreading secretly, as if everything is blamed on her, the head teacher, and everyone can be more relaxed. Today in the toilet I heard someone say that she seems to be going to work, and the school and the Education Bureau have exerted a lot of pressure, and she plans to marry the second generation of officials. Haven't you always been disgusted with that suitor, once at the school gate, I saw Lin Ya slapping his face at him directly, why did he want to get married?

Chen Ye faintly realized that he had changed the future in his dream, and what he had changed was far more than just Xu Heng's fate, the so-called butterfly effect should be what it meant. Anyway, if Xu Heng really disappeared, Lin Ya really went to work and married the second generation of officials who didn't like it, the ending could be imagined without thinking, and it would definitely not be happy, or even miserable! Her ideals, her hobbies, her sweetheart, these things she longs for, yearns for and pursues, will be lost one by one.

Suddenly there was a feeling of relief, or it was more appropriate to be afraid, I like Xu Heng, I like everyone in the class, and I also like Lin Ya, a young beautiful teacher......

The fate of everyone has been changed by me, and that tragic future will not be repeated!

Leaving the school, separated from Wu Yan at the bus stop, and after arriving downstairs at his house, Chen Ye raised his head, looked at the lit room on the third floor, and stopped for a long time.

Zhang Heng should have cooked the meal, iced the big watermelon, turned on the air conditioner and guarded the fan, lying on the sofa barefoot, holding a copy of "The Hunter" in his hand but couldn't read it, staring at the "Running Man" on the TV and giggling, he immediately jumped up when he heard the doorbell, opened the door to me happily, and then said, "You're finally back, wait for you to eat, I'm hungry!" ”

Chen Ye suddenly felt full of peace of mind, as if he was surrounded by a strong tenderness, and he couldn't let go of his life in the past few days, "At home, there is a woman, no, there is a woman, it can be regarded as home!" ”

The lights are on, the food is on the table, there is a faint smell of laundry detergent in the air, the running man on the TV is tearing the name tag, the electric fan is whining and blowing the thin blanket on the sofa, the comic book is half-flipped, everything is the same as yesterday, but Chen Ye knows that Xu Heng has left.

Sit down at the table and pick up the letterhead pressed under the bowl, with lace and fragrance, with three dignified words written on it, "Homecoming".

About a centimeter below the word, there were two irregular wrinkled water marks, Chen Ye stroked it with his thumb slightly, and his mind reflected Zhang Heng Natai's lips that were always pursed for half a time, moist, and glowing with charming luster after crying.

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In an apartment building deep in Xujia Lane, the gas stove full of grease is burning, the red flames are licking the bottom of the pot, the pot is stir-fried with green pepper slices, the oil is too much, the dish is over, the man who usually cares about the cents does not mind, the face of the ravines is tired and full of joy, he is hunched over, a handful of salt flowers are sprinkled on it, satisfied, and there is nothing to ask for.

Inside the house, the lighting is obscure, the furnishings are old, the wooden tables and bamboo chairs, the low beds and high cabinets, and there are faint water stains on the surface, which is obviously just cleaned up.

Xu Heng, who was a little tired, sat down at the table, put his mobile phone aside, held his chin in a daze, and after a while, the spicy smell of food wafted in, sniffed, rubbed his cheeks hard, and got up to get the dishes and chopsticks.

The meal was laid out in the same way as the man's chatter, Xu Heng never responded, and when he sat down, he turned around and took a bottle of wine from his bag.

Moutai, ninety-three years old, Chen Ye's family took it, and the money was put in the box, and it is estimated that he will not find out for a long time.

Thinking of this, Xu Heng pushed the wine in front of the man, grabbed the chopsticks slowly, and began to eat attentively.

"I don't drink anymore...... If you quit, you won't drink it anymore...... drank a rotten stomach and a rotten heart...... It's good wine, I haven't drunk Moutai for many years...... Keep it until you get into college...... When you get married, Dad will drink again...... If you have enough dishes, go get a tiger skin green pepper, what do you like to eat...... Loved the food......"

The man held the wine bottle, hurriedly walked to the kitchen, took off the unboiled kettle, put the iron pot on the shelf, poured the oil, and slapped the chili pepper hard, and heard his daughter Xu Heng shouting "Don't burn it", without warning, and his eyes were full of tears in an instant.

On the weekend, just after four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky was rarely overcast, as if it was going to rain, Chen Ye thought that Wu Yan didn't bring an umbrella when he left at noon, so he took an umbrella and went out to the youth activity center to pick her up.

Xu Heng came back to class, didn't say anything, quietly, always with a smile on his face, asked her what she was happy about, she said you can't guess;

Lin Ya resumed her previous vigorous and resolute behavior, and began to repeat her three orders that she had taken as the guideline, and always had to communicate with others when she had the opportunity, regardless of whether others were happy or not;

Wu Yan secretly stuffed the English shorthand into my drawer, it should be regarded as another gift to me, there is not so much nagging and complaining between classes, probably I can't take care of it, I run to talk to Xu Heng from time to time, two people from different worlds, can I talk together? It's a lot of fun.

There is also the second forced Ruan Dan, finally got his wish, even dragged and dragged, went to the game hall that can only be found in the corners, and opened up two thunderbolt fighters in one afternoon, eighteen coins at a time, twenty at a time, and then surrounded by several elementary school students, puffing up and saying that the state is not right, the peak moment is not today, very middle two, I can't wait to pretend not to know.

Everything returns to daily life, the peaceful life is very comfortable, which makes people very reassuring, the only regret is that I still failed to make the showdown with Xu Heng clear, I am still too tender, I always feel that I can't wipe my face, after all, I am not very familiar, I am Wu Yan, I will say it several times in minutes, not like now, I can't go up or down, I am ambiguous, but my hand will never be pulled again.

The cool wind was blowing, thinking about these happy things, he squinted his eyes unconsciously, tiredness hit, his breathing gradually deepened, and he fell asleep in a daze.

I don't know how long later, suddenly there was a huge roar, the body began to vibrate violently, the roar became louder and louder, the frequency of the vibration became faster and faster, and at a certain moment, as if something had been broken, all this disappeared suddenly. He knew that he was not awake, and tried to search for something in the silence of nothingness, and soon he heard the melodious piano, smelled a faint fragrance, and there was a chill around him, and his body was extremely weak, and a feeling of long-term illness could not be dispelled.

Then, Chen Ye opened his eyes and saw a curved wall, perhaps the screen was more accurate, because it emitted a faint light, showing a dense patch of numbers, symbols, calculations, and formulas in the air. He saw his hands dancing merrily, grabbing and throwing these floating elves in the air, combining, dismantling, and rebuilding them at random and pleasing to the eye, and although he could not read them, he was infected by the pleasure in his heart.

It's just that those hands, thin and shiny, are too slender, not like them at all, not their own hands at all! There is also an obvious birthmark on the wrist of the left hand, in the shape of a lotus flower, which is definitely not himself!

Am I dreaming of someone else's future? Is this kind of thing okay?

Looking at the calculations, overthrows, and reconstructions in front of him, although he knew that it was not a monotonous repetition, and that there must be all kinds of shocking subtleties hidden in it, Chen Ye still lost his initial interest, his eyes were uncontrollable, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to see elsewhere, and gradually felt bored and bored.

Something has to happen, right? You can't go on like this, can you? So what am I dreaming of the future for?

Unconsciously, three hours passed, and there was an old-fashioned quartz clock hanging in the upper right corner of the wall, and Chen Ye remembered clearly, except for the occasional saliva, the person in the dream didn't even say a word, let alone go out for a walk or go to the toilet. Finally lowered his head, wearing a white coat and white cotton shoes, he couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman, if it wasn't for his dream, Chen Ye estimated that he would have dozed off several times.

Can you fall asleep in your dreams? I don't know, will it be that day that I dreamed that someone else was sleeping and dreaming, and then I dreamed that the person in the dream was dreaming, and then-

Oh my God, it's scary to think about......

Chen Ye was really extremely bored, occasionally forcing himself to read those calculations, most of the characters were simply not recognized, and the process of calculation was also imaginative, he gave up this unrealistic idea after trying it once. The gap is too big, it's several planes away -- are these things sure it's the math I know? What kind of person would be immersed in such a world? Later, Chen Ye didn't even bother to pay attention to the time, and thought that he was watching a fun-free fully realistic "avant-garde" movie.

The person in the dream stopped again, her hands lowered as if she was thinking about something, Chen Ye thought she was just thinking, but she suddenly spoke.