Holding a book in his left hand and a cup of tea in his right hand, the professor is sitting on the single sofa in front of the bedroom window, enjoying the morning sun.

Ye Li went out early in the morning, and when the professor woke up, he only saw a short note left on the bedside table-

The company has urgent matters to deal with, and the food is in the refrigerator, so pay attention to safety

It has been three days since the two of them had afternoon tea together. These days, leaf pears are almost always early and late returning,

The Professor's calf is still unconscious, but the feedback on the electronic panel of the Blue Boots shows that the Professor's tibia is recovering, and all indicators are within the normal range.

The professor became more and more comfortable with his cane, and it didn't take half an hour to go up and down the stairs like the first time, and he even felt that he could go out for a walk, but when he proposed his idea to Ye Li, he was ruthlessly refused, and he was strictly confined to his home to recuperate, and his range of activities was limited to the bedroom upstairs and the living room downstairs. And, in order to prevent the professor from disobeying the yang and working secretly while he was not at home, Ye Li locked the door of the study.

The professor was desperate in his heart, but the voice in his heart always reminded him that his wife had to be heard.

What made him even more desperate was that the upgrade of the community network had not yet been completed, so that these days, the professor can only pass the time with books.

In this era, there are very few paper books in ordinary people's homes, and the "cloud book" system of the world network has completed the entry of all existing newspapers and books in the world, and people only need to enter a few keywords in their mobile phones or personal computers to get the e-books they need, and paper books have become collectibles.

And he and Ye Li happen to have a paper book collecting habit, and the two met at a reading club.

Thinking back to his first acquaintance with Ye Li, a smile appeared on the corner of the professor's mouth, he put down the book in his hand, and turned his head to look out the window......

Through the bedroom window, the professor has a clear view of the neighborhood's boulevard.

It's autumn, the leaves are yellowing, but they haven't yet fallen, and the morning sun is still shining, but it's no longer hot, shining through the gaps in the trees on the asphalt driveway......

The professor remembers that a week ago, from the same angle, the driveway of his house was crowded with reporters and paparazzi who had come to protest. It has caused great trouble for the traffic in this area, and the neighbors have complained, and the community administrator has come to mediate several times......

The wife had to call the police, and even so, many people refused to leave.

What about the journalists, the paparazzi and the demonstrators?

The professor felt strange, it stands to reason that he had a car accident, which is simply big news for these people, and he should be more urgent to keep an eye on him, how can it be such a peaceful situation now?

Could it be that the last call to the police played a role? Or did the wife use the means to apply for a restraining order or something to forcibly evict them?

The professor thought to himself that when his wife returned, he would have to ask her what was going on, and for now, he would leave all those troubles behind him and enjoy the tranquility of autumn.

He picked up the teacup and was about to take a sip of tea, but a scene outside the window caught his attention.

The community where the professor is located is a small single-family villa, and there is an old lady surnamed Song living opposite the door of his house, Mrs. Song is a person who understands the interest of life very well, and the courtyard is very well organized, in addition to a bunch of roses, a fence rose, more than a dozen pots of succulents of all sizes, and a small laurel tree that is one and a half people high.

Autumn came, and the osmanthus tree produced small pale yellow flowers, and Mrs. Song picked up the flower scissors, apparently intending to cut one branch and bring it into the house for decoration.

It was a very ordinary scene, but it made the professor frown.

Just two days ago, at about the same time, the professor witnessed a similar scene in front of the window!

In the past, if the professor was full of academic problems, he would not have noticed these little things around him, and even if he saw a similar scene, he would probably think that Mrs. Song had just done the same thing at the same time.

But in the past few days, in addition to reading books, the professor has looked at the scenery outside the window, and has counted every grass and tree outside the window.

Therefore, two days ago, when Mrs. Song picked up the flower scissors and craned her neck to pick the flower branches, the professor also chose the best one in his heart, and when Mrs. Song stretched out her hand to hold the scissors, the professor even muttered in a low voice - cut that branch, that branch grows well, no, no, no, no, don't want this, want that branch...... Yes, yes!

Seeing that Mrs. Song finally cut the branch he chose, the professor felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Of course, he knew that his behavior was quite boring, and if he told Ye Li, he would definitely make her laugh, but ...... Who told him to be bored?

But now, the scene outside the window is really a little weird, the flower branch that has been cut off two days ago has grown again!

The professor rubbed his eyes, he was not mistaken, the flower branch was closest to the fence of Mrs. Song's house, growing obliquely in the direction of the fence, and the tender yellow flowers were clustered into large and small flower clusters, which was the best branch of the whole tree.

At this time, Mrs. Song had already stretched out her hand, and the professor's heart seemed to be in her throat, and she silently thought in her heart - don't choose that one, don't choose that one......

Mrs. Song still chose this branch and carefully cut it with flower scissors.

The professor was stunned for a second, thinking to himself, maybe he was dazzled, there are many good branches growing on the osmanthus tree, maybe two days ago, he stood at a different angle than now, and what he saw was not the same branch.

He clearly remembered that two days ago, after Mrs. Song cut off the flower branches, she had a few words of conversation with a young man walking his dog.

At this point, something that stunned the professor happened again!

A young man in a gray jacket walked his dog past in front of the driveway of Mrs. Song's house, and the little bian Mu naughtily wanted to bite the white fence of his house, but was stopped by the man in time. After that, he continued to take his little border herd along the community trail......

It's so weird!

The professor stared at the young man's back without blinking, and he wanted to convince himself that the young man was walking along the same route at the same time, and Mrs. Song also happened to come to the courtyard at the same time, and the two would do these daily routines regularly, often meet, and have known each other for a long time.

But prune the same flower twice in a row? Little Bian Mu was scolded for being naughty in the same position twice in a row? The professor also noticed a detail that had been overlooked before, and both were dressed exactly as they were two days ago!

The professor sat down on the couch, remembering that he had been in a car accident before, could this overlap of memories also be the after-effects of a concussion?

He calmed down, compared in his mind what he saw today with what he saw two days ago, and carefully recalled some details, but no matter how he recalled, the conclusion was the same.

There was silence for a while, and the professor seemed to think of something, and he jumped to his feet, forgetting that his left leg was still out of his control, and he almost fell, and his palm slammed against the glass of the window—

A rippling ripple rippled from the palm of the professor's hand......

The professor's eyes widened, this turned out to be a real-life simulation screen!