On the night of the 21st century, a light rain fell in the sky, and on the empty street, a pale teenager held a small umbrella and waited for the future bus for a long time.

The boy ignored the raindrops on his face, on the contrary, he enjoyed the moment, which always made him feel calm, and although he was terminally ill and the doctor said that there was nothing he could do, he could not bring up the sadness in the rain.

The street lamps in the street shone with a bleak glow, and the rain fell like a cry on the lampshades.

In the distance, a truck staggered and drove fast on the unmanned street, and by the time the driver noticed that the truck had rushed into the bus stop, it was already too late.

The rain in the sky slowly stopped. Blood stained the earth, the flowers and grass by the roadside, and the boy who had fallen to the ground lifeless.

"Maybe that's the best outcome for me." The boy finally spoke, weak but relaxed.

Everything happened quickly and without any delays. All but the weeping street lamps on the side of the street came into view.

Sometimes the end is another beginning. - Someone said.

The same is true in another world.

In the first year of Nanhao Tianshun, the eighth emperor of Nanhao was reinstated, and Si granted amnesty to the world. But in Jingshi Wencheng Street, it was full of fire.

A courtyard in the street was burned out in the fire, and only the sound of wailing lingered, falling into the ears of the soldiers outside the courtyard one by one.

The early spring night still has a slight coolness, and the moon hanging in the sky hides in the clouds early, revealing a pale light, but from time to time the rain falls, dripping on the earth, making a slight mournful sound.

In the most luxurious palace in Jingshi, the elderly British Emperor touched the chair he was once most familiar with, but he couldn't show the happiest smile, he had been standing for a long, long time, even if the eunuch who was close to him called a few times, he didn't make any movement. Until the eunuch was informed that the major events in Wencheng Street had been scheduled, the emperor, who had gone through all the vicissitudes of life, finally sat down weakly.

Outside the palace, the light rain that was originally falling turned white at this moment, and a little bit of powerlessness fell, and at this time, two galloping "fireballs" in the white "curtain" crossed over, fleeting, and it seemed that nothing had happened for a moment.

Outside the city, a man was holding a baby and running quickly. The boy woke up in a shaking, looking at the strange world and the strange person in front of him.

He didn't know where it was, maybe it was hell, maybe it was heaven, maybe it was just a dream before he died. Previously, he had only seen the tragic situation in the street in a daze. No one survived, except him. The fire instantly engulfed the entire mansion, as well as the people in the mansion.

After some time, the man stopped in front of a hut and said a few words that the young man did not understand, as if in code.

After a while, the door opened, and an old man walked out, old and strong, full of medicine. This is the first feeling of a teenager. The old man took the boy and took out an antique token from his arms, on which were engraved two bright and dangling characters: Zhongsu.

For some reason, a few tears appeared on the old man's face, and after wiping away the tears, the old man immediately said something that the young man could understand, "Child, maybe you, should not have been born at this time." ”

This was also the last sentence Li Xiao heard before he fell asleep. And the man also fell down at this moment.

Once again, the world was at peace, and nothing seemed to have happened, except for the people and things that had been destroyed in the fire.