The diary on the shelves is gone, not even the cover.

That's right, it's a notebook, it's actually a diary, because I used it to write a diary.

Why didn't you even see the cover, so you were sure it was a diary?

Because the moment I touched the notebook, I seemed to read the diary written inside, and there was only that diary in the notebook.

At half past seven in the morning, Huangye Temple thought that he was going to be late for school, so he hurriedly jumped out of bed.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Isn't school closed?" said the mother.

Only then did he think about it, and he couldn't help but secretly say, "Really, do I like school so much?"

He had heard that he would feel uncomfortable all morning when he woke up violently in the morning, so he went back to bed, and then he recalled the scene the morning before: the strange notebook, the moment he touched it, he knew that there was a diary in it, and then the severe headache that followed, and then the notebook disappeared.

"Maybe it's just a dream I had......"

A dream may be a panacea. When Bai Yun said those inexplicable words to me before, he also made him think in that direction.

But it's not always that simple, for me, and probably for him.

Two days have passed, and Huangye Temple can still clearly remember every word in the diary. If he was given a pen and a piece of paper, he would be able to write down that diary word for word.

"Am I bragging? How can my memory be so good? I can die or live by memorizing a seven-character poem, let alone a diary with more than 2,000 words?" he couldn't help but sarcastically say, "But ......"

He slept until his parents went to work and woke up, washed up and had breakfast, and then he really took out a pen and paper and tried to write silently......

"Unexpectedly...... I really wrote it out word for word!"

He was often called to the office by his Chinese teacher because he failed to dictate texts, and he couldn't figure out how he did it.

If I had to give a reason, it might be because the diary was already in my mind, and as long as I closed my eyes, every word in that diary would come to my mind.

Obviously, at least the incident the day before yesterday was not a dream.

Although he didn't have any dreams in the past two days, Huangye Temple felt as if he couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality......

He thought, whether it's a dream or not, let's see what is written in this diary.

......

"What the hell is this diary?" he exclaimed.

This "diary" of more than 2,000 words is indeed a diary at first glance, and the date and weather are written at the beginning, but after reading the words myself, it feels more like one.

"Is this what I wrote? When did I write this diary?" he glanced at the opening date, "Thursday, September 13," and then flipped through the perpetual calendar, confirming that this September 13 was in 2001, when he was just in the sixth grade of elementary school.

The person named Zhang Lun in the diary is indeed as written, and Huangye Temple is often bullied by him. He did force me to pass him a note during the exam, and he did punch and kick him, but that's all there was to his diary and what he remembered, and the rest was completely fantasy.

"Brother Xiaobai, who has traveled from the world in a few years, will he have superpowers, will a high school student sneak into the elementary school campus, and if he hadn't arrived in time, he would have fallen down the stairs and died?"

Huang Ye Temple couldn't help but gasp, and said in his heart: "Did this kind of thing really happen that day? Wait, if the things in the diary are true, I'm afraid it's not just a day...... If so, why do I have no memory at all? Even if it was a dream, such a bizarre dream, it should still be remembered vividly. ”

However, what made him a little more concerned was "Why do such people live in this world?" and "It doesn't matter if he is broken into ten thousand pieces!" He doesn't deny that he did think so, but would he write such dark thoughts into a diary that might be seen by others?

This diary really reflects the dark side of his heart so vividly that he will feel a little scared after reading it once.

And then there is "Little White Brother". Among the people known in Huangye Temple, only Bai Yun's surname is white.

"Is it really him?" he said secretly, "but there are more people with the nickname Xiaobai, so it doesn't have to be surnamed Bai, right?"

"You're just not strong enough on your heart!"

"The self you desire is also there, believe in yourself. ”

"Even if you're not a genius, you won't lose to a genius, because you're a ghost!"

When you think about it, these words do fit his tone. But is he really as superpowered as he says in his diary?

From childhood to now, I don't know how many times I fantasize about my superpowers. Such mediocrity seems to me to always be able to look up to others to shine, such as a few of my cousins, such as the boy who surpassed me in height as soon as he reached puberty, and then the omnipotent Yao Jiuwu...... If I knew what superpowers, I would probably be able to be in the spotlight, and then I wouldn't have to live so hard.

If I think about it carefully, before I met Yao Jiuwu, I didn't seem to be so competitive, and he stimulated my fighting instincts......

"White clouds?" said Huang Ye Si in his heart, "When I talked about military training, I already felt that he was a little different, and I had a hunch that we could become very good friends. But I don't know why, the more intimate I am, the more I will subconsciously avoid him and keep my distance from him...... But I don't want to do this to him anymore, he's so kind to me, I should reciprocate his kindness...... When classes resume next week, tell him I want to be his friend......"

At that moment, his mind suddenly went into confusion, and he lay down on the bed again.

"Today is September 11th, and in two days it will be September 13th in the diary, right?" he revered, "Today is the fifth anniversary of 911, and the year of writing the diary is inferred to be 2001, which is also five years ago, is it a coincidence?"

In the 911 incident, the Pentagon was hit by a plane, but there were no casualties due to the timely evacuation of personnel, and another group of terrorists who planned to hijack the plane and crash into the World Trade Center were subdued on the spot......

In the 911 incident, the World Trade Center was smashed into rubble by two planes, and the Pentagon was in flames, killing and wounding nearly 3,000 people......

"Eh......"

At this time, if I were to use animation to describe the scene in my mind, there was probably no better way to describe it than a train collision.

Strange memories flickered by like a marquee. These memories don't seem to be mine, but they seem familiar.

I've been in a mess since then......