The world has stripped off its mask in the face of its lover.

It's smaller, as small as a song, as small as an eternal kiss. - Rabindranath Tagore

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Summer is quite a hot season, full of enthusiasm, hot and rainy, hot and hot!

The eternal sun is like a great furnace, and its unquestionable power scorches the streets and roads of the whole city so hot that even the air is hot, and the heat of the fire suffocates people.

The tree-lined trees along the road are lush, and in the middle of summer, of course, the intermittent chirping of cicadas, rhythmic "know-know-" one after another, and the hotter the weather, the more cheerful they be.

The sound of cicadas chirping interprets the scorching heat of midsummer.

Not only is this sound quite loud, but the frequency is also quite dense, and it is inevitable that listening to it too much in the already boring and unsettling summer heat will inevitably make people feel more bored and anxious.

Therefore, in such a situation, Mo Chen was naturally not able to comprehend any special artistic conception, such as moods such as "the quieter the cicada noise forest, the quieter the birdsong scene".

On the contrary, he felt more and more upset, and he wanted to shout so that he could vent the emotions churning in his chest.

But maybe it's because he wasn't completely dizzy after all, or because the only reason in his heart was stopping him, so he didn't make such an outrageous move from beginning to end.

Mo Chen just propped his hands on the table and looked around, but he didn't know where to turn his gaze at this moment. He still had the same expression as before, but his eyes were half-squinted and unfocused.

It was a very spacious but obviously sloppy and dirty room, and the floor was full of cans, snack bags, and other garbage, along with books, notes, and other things.

The central air conditioner in the room is blowing cold air.

On this hot summer day, this somewhat decadent young man was sitting in front of the computer, trying to sort out his still somewhat chaotic thoughts.

"What time is it now......?"

"What year is it ......?"

"Am I dreaming......

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Mo Chen looked at the desk calendar on the messy table in front of him a little distractedly, only to feel that his heart was still disorganized, and he had mixed feelings, but he couldn't say what he felt.

After a long time, he withdrew his gaze, and then he was dazed for a while, and then he remembered again—

As I have done so many times before, every time I look at the desk calendar, I have not been able to get any valuable information, and I have not been able to confirm the current date and time.

It's like an ordinary person at some point, absent-mindedly wanting to take out his phone to check the time.

As a result, I turned on my phone and glanced at the screen, then closed it and put it in my pants pocket, only to realize after a while that I just subconsciously made a move when I was distracted, and I didn't actually see the time at all.

Mo Chen was a little confused, but it was more of a strange performance that he had become slightly accustomed to, he just sighed softly, and then continued to lie on the table and start.

- After all, it's really normal, or should I say it's too normal.

Because he was not originally from this world.

Regarding the word "crossing", in Mo Chen's cognition, it probably belongs to the cliché type. He knows that this is a popular literary term on the Internet, and it is widely used in literature as a special bridge to unfold the plot.

First of all, let's not talk about rigorous scientific rhetoric, but only about the meaning of the existence of this concept.

Although it is not a good aspect, it is undeniable that every footprint of life is covered with dust called regret. No matter who you are, you will always encounter all kinds of unsatisfactory things in life, or regrets.

Therefore, people have more or less imagined a certain possibility, that is, if they could have the opportunity or ability to travel back in time and space, what would they do?

Mo Chen is naturally no exception, but ...... You must know that the reason why fantasy is fantasy is because it has a boundary separation from reality that cannot be ignored.

And, is it really that easy to accept such a thing as time travel?

At least as far as Mo Chen's current feelings are concerned, from yesterday to now, he has not been able to immediately accept the facts, accept a new identity, and accept a new world as he said in the novel......

Those who are a little more ambitious may even have made a plan to dominate the world in another world and embark on the road of stars for a successful life.

Compared with it, Mo Chen, who has not yet accepted the reality, is really ashamed.

But this is also something that cannot be helped, because in this specious and strange time and space, he is like a lonely observer, ostracized and isolated from the world.

I thought the world was still that world, but I found that familiar things were completely gone. What will become of the future Mo Chen didn't know, and he didn't even know what the past was like.

This fear of the unknown weighed on a heavy boulder in his heart, and he had to use all his strength for every breath he took in this world.

From yesterday until now, there was nothing but fear in his mind, and there was only a source of fear left in his mind.

Who has really tasted this taste?

So, why is this happening?

Is it because he doesn't have the usual memory of accepting the predecessor of this world, so he lacks a sense of identity?

Maybe, anyway, from yesterday to now, Mo Chen has not been able to raise his spirit to face this strange new world, and his heart is full of depression and uneasiness.

Not only because of the fear of the future, but also because of the things he saw before the crossing, and the uneasiness and depression he felt.

Because at the moment when his consciousness was far away from him, the last picture that Mo Chen could see-

It is the sun that has melted, spreading its blood in the last rays of light that humans can see.

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Thinking of this, this somewhat decadent young man swallowed a mouthful of saliva with great difficulty, and then turned his head to look out the window at the hot sun.

- He was making up the image in his mind that the huge fireball was hanging safely in the sky at the moment.

The last scene he saw before he crossed over had to be said to be really too terrifying, he didn't know what was going on at all, and he couldn't even be sure if he was hallucinating.

Or is it the after-effects of memory confusion caused by time travel?

He vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what the reason was, and the more he grabbed it, the more irritable he became, the more irritable he became.

The cold wind of the air conditioner had been blowing, but when Mo Chen was thinking back to what had happened before the crossing, his face was pale, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He knew that he would probably never forget the last thing he saw before he lost consciousness, but he couldn't talk to anyone either.

The young man sat with his head down for ten minutes, then stood up and paced quickly back and forth in the room.

Eventually, as if he remembered something, he returned to the desk and opened the bottom drawer, where a silver-white cube was quietly resting, like a metal handicraft.

Mo Chen put the cube on the table, carefully examined this thing, and looked at it intently.

The structure of the cube is about five or six centimeters long, with a cold and hard metal touch, a silvery-white luster, and a strange and mysterious arabesque pattern on the surface.

He was a little confused.

However, if there is anything that may have something to do with his crossing, then there is only one such thing.