"Get up, get up, don't be late!"

A voice rang in Liu Zhi's ears, flickering far and near.

It took nearly 1 second for the phrase to pass from his ears to his brain, and then Ryu's brain began to analyze and digest the meaning of the sentence, a job that took him longer.

It should be early in the morning, this is the time to get up, but wait, what does that late in the second half of the sentence mean?

Liu Zhao has never had anyone to do his attendance since he opened the company, he is free, he likes the days without attendance, and he has been sleeping until he wakes up naturally for many years.

After graduating from university, Liu Relative found a good job in Kyoto, suffered for a few years, with solid basic skills and excellent character he has a good income and a decent position, but the unwillingness and restlessness in his bones made him resign resolutely in 08 years, and chose to return to his hometown to start his own business.

After 6 years of hard work, he finally has his own large-scale decoration company, leaving Kyoto in the past few years is the most difficult days of his life, suffering and humiliation, looking at the white eyes of others, listening to the rumors, he finally established his own brand, and is still in the rising period of his career.

Liu is a person who attaches great importance to the quality of life, after marrying his high school lover, he bought a bed of Hastens, and spent hundreds of thousands of dollars to buy a bed in the eyes of others in the eyes of others, either the mine boss or a madman, Liu is relatively no mine, so he is a madman in the eyes of others, a loser, but he himself doesn't see it that way.

Money needs to be spent, saving will not give birth to cubs, high-quality life can bring people high-quality body, and the most important thing is high-quality sleep.

He loved the soft feeling of lying on this bed, like lying in the clouds.

When he is tired of the intrigue in the business world, as long as he sees this bed, those messy emotions will be swept away, relying on the handmade bedside to tease his daughter, let her roll happily on the mattress filled with ponytail hair, those messy emotions will be swept away.

The bed is the most important sign of home, this is Liu Relative's idea, close the door, get into bed, and then arrive at home.

So he thinks his bed is worth it.

Thinking is the fastest speed in the world, surpassing light, and in this moment he thinks of many, many things, he thinks of his past thirty years, he thinks of his daughter, he thinks of the bed

Wait, is that what Hästens beds feel like? Are you sure it's a handmade product from Sweden and not a wooden shelf knocked out by the old king next door? The cold, hard texture made him a little suspicious of the word brand.

As if he had exhausted all his strength, Ryu wanted to open his paper-thin eyelids, and he wanted to look at the bed under him, and by the way, who was scaring him with the distant word late.

"Bunny, you've made up your mind to sleep in today, right?"

The voice that flickered away and approached just now finally became clear, it was beside him, but it was a little strange, and Liu could hear it, it was definitely not his wife.

Liu Relative's wife is his high school classmate, in that era when pulling hands is considered to be immoral, in that time when everything is focused on learning and being admitted to college is a good child, in the middle school that is expelled immediately as soon as the signs of early love are found, the woman who is warm as water and smiling like a flower follows him without hesitation, accompanying him through the most beautiful years in high school, accompanying him through the most painful years when starting a business, and only after nine years of love did he walk hand in hand into the siege.

He loved the city of marriage because it was her.

But the voice wasn't hers.

The opposite sex who can come to him when Liu is asleep, and the opposite sex who speaks to him in this tone will definitely not exceed one hand, and Liu Ji, who is clean and self-conscious, has no messy women outside, no two, three, four, five, six milks, but the familiarity revealed in this voice still makes Liu Zhao feel a strange familiarity.

Still trying to open his eyes that he couldn't open, there was a pain in Liu Zheng's ears, but I don't know what's going on, and now the reaction in his body seems to be a beat slower than usual, first of all, the feeling of pain in his ears, and then the brain realized that someone grabbed his ears This idea is after the body involuntarily sits up with that force.

At first, there was a narrow slit, and the sudden appearance of light made his pupils shrink a little, but he didn't give up and continued to open his eyes.

Finally opened it, but then Yanagi's eyes widened wider and wider, and finally solidified into a lantern.

Where the fuck is this? Where the fuck is this? Liu Zhao had 10,000 eight-legged horses galloping around in his heart, and the thoughts in his head were trampled in chaos.

The small room, with the lime-smeared walls, the wooden cabinets leaning against the walls, the straw-covered roof, and the light bulbs still flickering.

Liu scanned the strange place from the wall to the roof, and then his gaze fell back from the roof to himself.

A thin red blanket covered the body, and the bright lotus flowers were embroidered quite brilliantly, revealing a pair of small feet at the bottom.

The key is not the blanket, nor the feet, but the foot of the bed on the other end of the blanket.

There are several beams erected in the middle of the wooden frame, the yellow lacquer is a little mottled, revealing the white of the willow wood inside, and the big black scar is exposed outside, like an old antique showing the traces of time, and it is obvious that the marks drawn by the blade are still preserved on it, like scars.

This is the single bed that Liu lived in for a long time when he was young, and slept until he graduated from junior high school before he was split into a fire.

But who is it that now has found it and put itself on it, my Hästens?

Wait, there's something wrong with this thinking.

Liu is now in a state of confusion, his eyes are blank, he doesn't know how to face this strange situation, hasn't he woken up yet? Or did your own eyes deceive you?

The bed was changed, but what about the room? And the little feet sticking out of the blanket, whose is it?

Ryu wanted to shake his head to sober himself up, he felt like he was dreaming.

But he couldn't shake it, and the hand that twisted his ear stillborn his idea.

As soon as his strength reached his neck, he realized that the hand was still strong, so he turned his neck with difficulty and looked at the owner of the hand in the morning light that came through the window.

The woman in her forties, not too short, a dark blue really good blouse looked a little big, her hair was casually pulled back, and she was looking at herself with an angry face at the moment, but Liu saw a doting emotion from the corner of the woman's eyes, yes, doting.

"Sleeping with the lights? It's time to get up, hurry up and get dressed and eat, if you don't get up to school, you'll be late, and there will be more than a month to take the high school entrance examination, you have to hurry! ”

Looking at Liu Zheng, who had already come to her senses, the woman put down her hand and wiped it on her body, then turned around and walked towards the outhouse.

School? Test?

The word is even more distant, so far away that I can't even remember what the textbook looks like.

The floodgates of memory were opened, and an old face appeared in Liu Zhi's memory, slowly, slowly, coinciding with the back of the hurried turn.

"Mom?"

It's a question, not a greeting.

The monosyllabic word came out of Liu Zhi's mouth, and his voice trembled a little, it was the voice of a teenager.

But the woman obviously didn't care about these details, and waved her hand without turning her head, which means you hurry up.

There was no unnaturalness at all, he waved his hand in one go, raised the curtain, raised his footsteps, fell, and then disappeared.

This familiar gesture made Liu relatively confirm that this woman was his mother, the mother of him in her forties.

But the mother at this age corresponds to Liu Guan, who is still a teenager, thirteen or fourteen years old, fifteen or sixteen years old, sixteen or seventeen years old, not thirty-five-year-old Liu Zhao.

He's still him, he's not him anymore.

Liu turned his head with all his strength, and there was a round mirror on the desk by the window, which reflected his current self.

Aaron Kwok's three-and-seven-point hair, delicate eyebrows and eyes, lips just rising, not thick beard, a few pimples still stubbornly grow on the forehead, and the moment the hair inadvertently shakes, it is exposed.

This is my sixteen-year-old self, this is my third year of junior high school, and this is my youth self.

The strength in Liu Relative's body seemed to be drained in an instant, and he slowly paused to the bed, feeling a little tight breathing, like a sudden lack of oxygen in his brain.

"What's going on!"

Yanagi closed his eyes and began to reminisce vigorously.

He should be thirty-five years old, he has his own decoration company, he is very busy, he takes a big order, his customer is his classmate, she is very mean, she wants to tear down the load-bearing wall, he went to the construction site to negotiate with her, she didn't listen, she finally demolished, he saw the brick.

The flying brick, the brick that hit his head.

Then he floated in the clouds, and he thought he was dead, but he didn't see the Nai He Bridge, and he didn't drink Meng Po soup.

God played a joke on him to let him die at the age of thirty-five, and then cut out a period of his time, and then put these memories back into his head and grafted them onto his sixteen-year-old body.

Is that so? Well, accept it or not, that's it

Liu opened his eyes, but his eyes were unfocused, and through the lamp hanging above his head, many faces came one after another, as if they were hanging in the air three feet away from him, like gods.

Xia Mei, his wife, was still smiling like a flower, froze in the air, and then dispersed

Liu Han, the little girl who is short of water in her life, his daughter, the immature child's voice called her father, and the voice became farther and farther away until she could no longer hear it

Liu Rushan, his figure is a little rickety, that is the father who will always give him Rushan's love, and his face is old at the age of sixty

There are many, many people, gathering and scattering overhead, gathering and scattering, gathering and scattering

Did these people really live in those years? I'm sorry, I'm back, are you still on that plane? Would you be afraid of my years?

Or was it just a big dream, I woke up, and the world had collapsed the moment I left

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