Call me...... Going for breakfast?

Roland, who had not yet sorted out his thoughts, put down his pen helplessly, although he was not very hungry, he still picked up his coat and went downstairs.

"That's the disadvantage of not being an adult, you have to be in charge of everything."

Pulling open the trembling door, the little chubby dun was still wearing the green hat from yesterday.

The face full of sleepiness was full of the words I want to sleep, the godless eyes, and the beard who witnessed Houston at four o'clock in the morning every day, such a situation also made Roland a little curious, "James, you obviously know that Ashley and Mary are going to film again, in that case, why don't you go to bed early at night?" Do you have to fight with yourself? ”

Roland's words made James, who wanted to greet him, look dazed.

Before the soft stepping hand was raised, the center of the eyebrows was already raised.

"Huh? Roland, how do you know my sister is going to film today? ”

"My mom told you about it?"

"It shouldn't be! I only found out after I was called out this morning! ”

"My dad was just there complaining about my mom! He didn't even know about it! ”

As the tone of his voice increased, the sleepiness that enveloped his face disappeared, and in his place was a sudden surprise.

Those wide-eyed eyes are very similar to those children who know that they are sent by the phone bill.

After hearing James's doubtful words, Roland also blinked his eyes in confusion.

He felt that there was something wrong with the brain of the guy in front of him!

Do you think you're the great detective Wade Wilson in Pikachu?

There's no Mewtwo in this world, so stop pretending to be amnesia!

Your sister joined the group yesterday to film, and today is the second day!

Although he wanted to vomit in his heart, looking at James's appearance of falling at any time, Roland still closed his mouth.

He is the James in front of him, with the same attributes as his namesake guy.

After all, that one often can't remember what he did or what he said.

Shrugged his shoulders, didn't delve too deeply into this matter, pulled the door open, and left with the other party.

However, as he walked through the courtyard and into the courtyard of Olsen's house, a piercing braking suddenly came.

Turning his head, a mail truck with smoking tires stopped at the door in an oblique manner, and the postman in overalls leaned out of the window, trying to stuff the newspaper in his hand into the inbox.

This situation made Roland raise his eyebrows.

He clearly remembered that yesterday morning, the postman, too, appeared.

"Sir, you better give me the newspaper, I'm just about to go in."

Roland turned around and came to the gate of the courtyard, and held out his hand towards the bald head.

This postman is very strong, if it weren't for his dark skin, he would even suspect that Donald had changed his career.

"Okay, here you go."

The leaning postman glanced at the open door and handed the newspaper to Roland with a smile.

"Sir, have you changed the time of delivery? Since yesterday, you will all send it at this time in the future? ”

While taking the newspaper, Roland also remembered David's words yesterday morning.

The postman in front of him was obviously late again.

"Since yesterday? Change the time? ”

The postman, who wanted to step on the accelerator and leave the scene, was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said with a smile: "No, no, no, we have always delivered at six o'clock, and today is because the car from the headquarters is late and the newspaper does not come, so it is late." ”

What？

Roland sensed something was wrong.

Why are you even starting to talk nonsense with your eyes open!

"Sir, didn't we just meet yesterday?" Roland felt that he needed to expose the other party's lies.

"How is that possible!" The postman frowned, stared at Roland twice, and then relaxed again, "Little friend, don't joke with your uncle, okay?" I'm going to keep delivering the newspaper, so come in......"

Looking at the taillights of the car that were leaving quickly, and listening to the sudden roar of the motor, Roland blinked his eyes again.

Joke?

He's not Billy Batson, what a joke he's messing around!

Pouting, Roland was deeply suspicious of the postman's character, and he felt that this guy was afraid that he would call to complain, so he refused to admit it.

However, when he looked down at the newspaper, wanting to get a glimpse of today's headlines.

The date on it made him stunned on the spot-

January 1, 1990.

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I'm a.

What's going on?

Roland rubbed his eyes, and quickly skimmed through the headlines on the front page.

When he realized that the content on it was exactly the same as the news he had seen yesterday......

Roland, who looked confused, immediately recalled James's words.

"Did I misunderstand James?"

Muttering to himself, Roland felt that something was wrong.

Rushing into the house decisively, he saw Garneti wearing the new dress he had praised yesterday......

He felt that things might have been more than he expected.

With his stunned, the figure standing on the spot naturally attracted the attention of David and Garneti.

The couple looked at each other, and they both saw the doubts in their hearts from each other.

"Roland, what's wrong?" After discovering that Roland's cheeks were bloodless, Garnetty, who had gotten up with concern, came to his side, "Are you uncomfortable?" Dizzy, or—"

As she asked, her body was already up.

The foreheads intersected and pressed against each other, as if they wanted to use this way to quickly check Roland's temperature.

Dizzy?

Yes, the current Roland is indeed a little dizzy.

He felt his heartbeat as fast as the big demon king who served two consecutive sideline serves.

Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down, looking at Garneti who was squatting in front of him, anxious, and Roland's voice was a little trembling, "Aunt Garneti, I didn't feel uncomfortable anywhere, I just, I remembered something......"

"What's the matter, you say?" Garnetty didn't believe Roland's words, and asked cleanly.

"Today...... Is it January 1, 1990? Roland's tone was a little uncertain.

"yes, what's the problem? We had a New Year's Eve last night. Ganetti nodded.

"yes, but—I remember you telling me at the beginning of last month that there was an audition this month."

"But I forgot, I wasn't prepared."

Roland forced a smile, at this moment, he was like a schoolboy who had dropped his homework on a plane.

However, after hearing Roland's words, Garnetti, who had been paying attention to him, immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought something was wrong with Roland!

I didn't expect him to be worried about such a trivial matter?

"Oh, baby, do you remember that?"

"The last time I auditioned with you, it was actually today."

"But you don't have to be nervous."

"Even if you forget, it doesn't matter."

"People choose, that's the protagonist of the movie with tens of millions of investments, we will take you over, just to join in the fun."

Just when Ganetti opened his arms and hugged Roland, and patted his right hand on his back to soothe him, David, who had taken off his glasses, also came to his side and looked at him with a smile, "Roland, if you think that the audition has caused you a lot of trouble, we will not go later, and if you forget, you will forget, this kind of thing is not as important as the newspaper in your hand." ”

"It doesn't matter if you go to the audition or not, but if you don't read the newspaper, you'll miss out on a lot of important news."

Although the Olsons kept instilling in Roland the notion that auditions were not important, trying to get the child out of the predicament who felt that he might have done something wrong, these light words of comfort were like thunder on the ground for Roland.

The sudden pain in the brain is like being hit by Chris Hemsworth with a hammer!

Audition?

It certainly doesn't matter!

Importantly, is it really possible that today is January 1, 1990?

I've been reborn again?

What a joke!

With fear and doubt, Roland ate five bowls of Musiri in a row this time.

Perhaps Roland's performance was too abnormal, and even though James was curious about his appetite, he didn't ask questions like he did yesterday.

And after seeing him finish eating, David also made a suggestion to this little guy who may have been frightened.

"Roland, why don't we go today?"

Not going?

How can this be!

Although the protagonist of "Home Alone" is predetermined, and Roland's going again is just a waste of time, but Roland, who has watched thousands of movies and read hundreds of millions of words of online articles, feels that his short rebirth may not be so simple.

Most of the January 1, 1990 in his mind was related to auditions.

In this case, if he doesn't go, then how can he confirm that the present moment in which he lives must be a past-gone yesterday?