Xie Chonggui's trip is not a short time, but considering that people have three urgencies after all, the big guy doesn't mind waiting a little longer.

When he returned, Father Ann glanced at the crowd, flipped the book to the appropriate page, and read the contents aloud.

"I was hesitant to write about it.

Because in the eyes of others, this may be another delusional remark of a crazy old man. And there are a few editors who have a good relationship with me, and even reminded me that carrying 'private goods' in this kind of book is actually 'disrespectful' to readers. ’’

But who knows the nights I lost sleep from wrestling with it?

Finally, inspired by a glass of gin, I still chose to present it to everyone in a familiar way, with the carrier of words.

It may sound a bit absurd, so if you're concerned about authenticity, I personally recommend that you flip back and skip the 'connotation' paragraph.

It will neither affect the reading comprehension of the entire work, nor will it have any bad effect on you.

The story I'm going to tell originated from a chance encounter when I was a student at Sinsong University.

I don't know how many people still remember that there was actually a very old pear tree near the back entrance of Sinsong University. During my time in school, I would often be alone, holding a masterpiece borrowed from the library, reading under the pear blossom tree until the sun went down.

The feeling of being carefree and being able to fully immerse yourself in the ocean of knowledge. Even now, in my old age, I still miss it very much.

I remember it was a Thursday, and as usual, I took a few famous books that I didn't finish on time and went to the places I frequented. There, I discovered that someone had made it to the ground before me.

He sat quietly under the tree, as if he had become one with nature.

At that time, I knew that the guy in front of me was not simple?

Apparently not.

I just said hello symbolically, and then sat down on the other side.

When I was so absorbed in the book, I quickly forgot that there was such a person, and I didn't notice that he actually noticed my existence.

As time went by, as the sun was about to set, I started to bookmark the unfinished parts of myself, as usual, ready to continue next time.

And when I got up to say goodbye to him, the man said something to me, something that is still etched in my mind: 'There's not enough time, right?' ’

I nodded subconsciously, and at this moment I had no idea what I was going to experience next.

As I was returning to my home to say goodbye to my bedridden mother, I saw the attic lights on.

Normally, no one goes to the attic, and there is no lighting of the house.

I know this very well, and the people who serve my mother know better than I know what I can and can't do.

So at that time, I boldly speculated, could it be a burglar who patronized my house?

With this in mind, I took the black powder pistol that my father had left behind, called the gardener Ente, and went to the attic.

The attic door was locked, and the lights in the room went out the moment I opened it.

When Ente lit the lamp again, all I could see was nothing in the attic full of clutter.

Such a strange thing naturally kept me awake at night.

In the wee hours of the morning, I was once again alone in the attic.

At this time, I met a stranger I had met at school before. He smiled at me, motioned me not to be surprised, and said something that sounded unbelievable.

For example, the reason why he came this time was because I would often be entangled with him in the future, and he hoped that I could restrain my desire to find him.

Another example is that he is actually a 'time walker', able to travel freely through time. That's why he's been targeted by me.

Can you imagine?

At that time, after hearing such absurd and ridiculous content, I almost thought about killing him with one shot. I'm not kidding, and even now, I'd love to try something similar.

The first contact ended unhappily.

In the end, I didn't make any useful promises to him, and I don't know if what he just said was an excuse by the thief to disguise his identity. ”

After reading such a large passage, Fr. Ann felt a little thirsty and stopped.

As soon as Xie Baozhen saw this scene, he immediately handed over the cup filled with clear water, which was very intimate.

Father An, who had drunk the water, continued to read aloud after moistening his throat.

"But when I met him for the second time, I really realized that things were not quite easy.

It was at the signing of my sixth bestseller, and he was wearing the same clothes as he was back then, but with a little more beard. He took several of my books, pretending to be an avid fan of mine, and insisted that he sign each of them with the sentence 'Time is a weapon, a fierce enemy of mankind, and a measure to correct everything.' ’

The moment I saw him, I remembered what he had said to me. I asked him, 'How can you prove that I'm going to pester you in the future instead of you've been pestering me?' ’

He smiled helplessly and said, 'I can't prove this to you right now, but I can tell you when I'll be able to see the evidence.' Just when we met next time, soon... It won't be long. ’

I didn't really guess it at the time, but he was referring to my wife's funeral. The love of my life left me like this.

At that time, my heart was broken, and my whole person was in a state of losing my mind.

Until I met him, the only one in the black-clad crowd.

He first mourned me for a moment, and then said: 'Whatever you ask of me, don't have any illusions of getting a response. Now, do you understand the bad relationship between us? ’

I did have the idea of having him bring my wife back to life, or even change the time. But he vetoed it outright, and I must have been carried away by anger and madness to attack him.

As you can imagine, I lost that part of my time, and he left without a hitch and left me a note.

It clearly stated the time and date of his meeting with me, and it was accompanied by the following passage - the short life of mankind seems to me to be only a passing moment, and if you dwell on it, you will be unable to extricate yourself. You need to cheer up and bring better works to SIASONG.

By the way, I've always liked you who always sit under the pear blossom tree and immerse yourself in the ocean of knowledge. ”

After reading the text, Fr. Ann had planned to move on to the next book.

But at such times, a strange fellow appeared in the hall and said to them angrily, "Bobosha is very disappointed in you, why did you not say anything after you came?" ”

"Ahh Who is it? ”

It was the first time Xie Chonggui saw a table that could talk and walk, and he was naturally surprised.