Out of the café, it was raining heavily.

On the road leading from the alley to the subway station, there are two rows of street lamps, and the rain around the lamps creates an orange halo, and the road is very narrow, only the width of a car.

I looked down at the time on my phone, and it was already 20:00 in the evening.

During the Chinese New Year, the subway will be closed at 22:00.

The cold wind blew, I couldn't help but shiver, the tweed coat on my body was good-looking, and on such a rainy night, I didn't have the slightest ability to keep out the cold.

On the way to the metro station, it was quiet and hardly anyone showed up.

I held my umbrella and walked all the way, looking around all the way, for fear of missing potential dangers that I hadn't noticed.

When I arrived at the entrance of the subway station, I stood under the porch of the platform, and I rubbed my numb hands together while collecting my umbrella.

"Click-"

The umbrella fell on the ground on the side and smashed into a pair of black rain boots.

"Excuse me!"

I bent down to pick up the shoes, and after a slight pause, I continued on my way.

By the time I got up and went to look for the owner of the shoes, the street was empty.

Is it a delusion?

Maybe it's a turn.

I didn't dwell on this little episode, I followed the steps, entered the station, got on the subway, and found a place by the door and sat down.

On the empty train, I can see through the front and back at a glance, and the whole train seems to be the only passenger.

The distance between the two stations was very short, and when the radio began to broadcast to the station, I stood in front of the door in advance.

The train was slowing down, and the closer it got to the station, the more violently the body shook, and there was a row of orange lights on the corridor outside the tracks.

The lights inside and outside the car were poor, and on the glass door in front of me, two figures were projected.

Well? How is there still a person?

My cranial nerves, which had been sluggish, were immediately revived.

The man, standing right behind me, was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, long rain boots, and an umbrella in his hand.

face, not clear to see.

"Ding Dong - Liangjiawan has arrived!"

The picture on the glass is split in two, and I look at the familiar station, and suddenly I can't take a step.

I don't know why, I really want to, I want to turn back and look at the person behind me, but I don't dare to look back.

I'm afraid, it's my hallucination again.

"Borrowed—"

The man took a step first and got out of the car.

I watched his back, step by step, up the stairs, and he walked very fast, and in a blink of an eye he disappeared into the shadows around the corner.

"Ding-dong-"

The door closing prompt sounded, and I hurriedly jumped out of the car.

"Hello, sir!"

I don't know where the courage came from, so I hurried to the figure that disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

As a result, the man has disappeared.

There was no one else on the entire platform except for the staff on duty.

Could it be that I'm dazzled again?

Swiping the card, leaving the station, going up the stairs, and getting to the ground, I just remembered that I had lost my umbrella on the subway!

What kind of pig brain is this?

The rain is so heavy, and the tweed coat I wear has no hat, I just washed my hair today!

What to do?

In the midst of my frustration, I glanced at an umbrella leaning against a wall.

It was a red umbrella, exactly like the one I forgot on the subway.

Or rather, this is my umbrella, the person who was following me just now, and put it here.

Do you want to go home with it?

I looked up at the house next to me, and then at the umbrella.

Forget it, this umbrella may belong to the staff under the subway.

The house I rented is next to it, less than ten meters away, and I will not get drenched and embarrassed if I grit my teeth and run.

I took a deep breath, grabbed the placket of my chest, closed my eyes and rushed home.

"Peng—"

The last second of consciousness was a sprinkler truck, pushing the railing, and crashing directly into me.

"Tick-tick-tick-"

It's the phone's ringtone.

I sat up from the bed and scrambled to touch my body.

I was just hit by a sprinkler truck!

My arms and legs, like rags, were scattered all over the ground, and I could feel my head like a cracked watermelon.

"Tick-tick-tick-"

The bell was still ringing, and it took me a while before I came to my senses.

It turned out to be a dream!

It's a real dream, it's like it happened.

I picked up my phone, turned off the ringtone, and glanced at the time and date on it:

February 10, 2019, 9:00, weather: thundershowers, temperature 0-3°.

Well?

Shouldn't this day have passed?

Cloudy days, cafes, coma, sprinkler trucks.

Everything I remember, fear crept up from the bottom of my heart.

"If you remember anything tomorrow morning, you can look for her!"

I remembered the words of the café owner, who is this she, Han Yunduo?

I immediately dialed Han Yunduo's phone.

"Hey—"

"Han Yunduo, it's me, An Ning!"

After the phone was connected, I began to hesitate again, what if, it was just a dream of mine, a dream that I remember very well?

"I know it's you, good morning!"

Han Yunduo smiled on the other end of the phone.

"Good morning!"

I don't know what to say.

"Do you remember anything?"

She and I were silent on the phone, and it took a while for her voice to ring again.

"I was hit by a car, I was hit by a car yesterday!"

As if I had seen a lifesaver, I blurted out excitedly.

"No, it's today!"

"No, to be exact, today should have passed, and I, tonight, will be hit by a car and die!"

I explained incoherently, afraid that she would not understand, and that what I said would be too confusing.

"And then, what do you remember?"

Han Yunduo was on the other side, and asked after listening to my retelling.

"No, that's all I remember."

Cafe, headache, woke up in a coma, lost an umbrella on the subway, drenched in the rain, slammed ——, sprinkler truck rushed over.

All my memories, that's all.

"Isn't there anyone following you?"

Han Yunduo asked.

"No, no one!"

I remember very well that after coming out of the café, I didn't run into anyone.

"The subway staff—"

"It's the one who follows you all the time, isn't it?"

Han Yunduo interrupted me and asked.

"No, no one is following me!"

I thought about it again, and I was sure that no one was following me.

"Han Yunduo, what should I do? I don't want to die yet! ”

I bit my fingers and sat down on the bed, tears rolling in my eyes.

The pain, the heart-rending pain, and the scene of the body being torn apart.

I am now frightened and frightened, like a drowning man, and I don't know what to do.

"Do you want to live?"

"Yes, I want to!"

Han Yunduo's words are the life-saving straw I was waiting for.

"Remember that café?"

"Remember!"

I hugged the phone and nodded vigorously.

"Old time, old place, you come, I'll save you!"

"Okay, I'll definitely go!"

Hanging up the phone, I immediately got out of bed. The time on the phone is only 9:30.

Washing, eating, putting on makeup, changing clothes, all this was done, and it was only 12:00 o'clock.

The waiting time was the most painful, I walked around the house, constantly scrolling through my phone until it was time, beating until 14:30.

I immediately grabbed my backpack, picked up the umbrella I had prepared a long time ago, and ran all the way from the ninth floor to the first floor.

There was a bicycle on the first floor, abandoned downstairs for many years, the tires were sticking together, and the bracket was rusty and warped.

I was supposed to be in a hurry to get to the appointment, but when I looked at the scaffold, a sense of worry rose in my heart.

If someone accidentally rolls down from downstairs and happens to run into this bracket, the consequences will be unimaginable!

No, you have to remove it!

So, I pushed the car next to the trash can and turned around and entered the subway station.

In the same subway station, Han Yunduo was wearing the clothes in his memory, smiling and waiting at Exit A.

The alley, the café, I sat down with her and watched her do exactly the same thing.

Only, this time, I didn't speak.

The coffee and cake were served quickly, and this time, it was exactly the same style.

The coffee is regular milk froth coffee, and the cake is the same size chocolate cake.

"It's-"

I was in a bit of a trance, not knowing if it was a dream or if the memory was a dream.

"You want to live, don't you?"

An Ning picked up her coffee, took a sip, and smiled:

"You're safe!"

"Is that all?"

"That's all!"

I never thought that the end of all this would be so simple. I looked at her in disbelief.

"It's just that there is a price to be paid for changing one's life against the sky."

An Ning picked up the fork on the plate and submerged it all into the cake in front of him:

"Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!"

"No, I'm a little scared!"

My answer, a little reluctantly, was as if she was stabbing someone.

"I'm afraid, but I can give you medicine."

An Ning pulled the fork out of the cake, put it on her tongue and licked it, and put it back in its place.

"Medicine? What medicine? ”

I'm a little dazed, didn't I say that there is a price?

"The medicine that prolongs life, as long as you want to live, you have to take this medicine every day."

Han Yunduo took out two dark pill bottles from his bag, and there were no labels and instructions on the bottles.

"Twice a day, take it!"

"Do you need money for this medicine?"

I hesitated for a moment before taking it. The bottles were made of glass and were cold to hold, and I twisted open one of the bottles to see the green capsules inside.

This medicine looks so familiar.

It smells familiar, too.

"You don't need money, but you have to come to me regularly for psychological counseling, this is the premise for me to save you!"

Han Yunduo shook his head, as if he could see that I was a poor ghost.

"And what is the price you are talking about?"

There is no such thing as a free lunch, and I don't believe that a person who has only met a few times can be so generous.

"Everybody is different, and everybody's different is what I'm studying."

Han Yunduo squinted his eyes and smiled, like a fox:

"When you go back, if you notice something wrong, remember to call me!"