When I opened my eyes again, I realized that I was back to where I started.

It's still a bustling scene, with students after school, parents looking forward to it, and itinerant vendors.

A chubby boy drooling over grilled sausages was left by his mother in front of the hawker stall with his ears carried by his ears.

"Eat, eat, eat, and don't look at what you've become fat, you just know how to eat."

The little boy did not want to leave, but had to passively follow his mother away under the pressure that his mother put on his ears.

However, it was as if the eyes were glued to the delicious food.

"You're fat yourself, why don't you lose weight?" Although he had to bow his head under his mother's obscenity, the boy still wanted to make a final fight for his food.

When his mother heard this, the hand that was about to be released was pinched again, no longer pretending, and the little boy couldn't hold back after all, and howled "whooping", attracting frequent sideways glances from others.

The little boy was probably also anxious, and he became more and more speechless: "You adults are selfish and say that we children are picky eaters, but I know that the reason why you are not picky eaters is not because you only buy what you like to eat!" ”

Other parents passing by smiled kindly when they heard the little boy's joke.

I stood silently, even the farce was exactly the same, and when I first heard him say it, I thought about it carefully, and then realized that what he said actually made a lot of sense.

Now, this is the second time I've heard this, does that mean I'm back dozens of minutes ago?

I hesitated two steps forward, and it wasn't until I saw a grandmother pulling her little grandson to find a tree on the side of the street to relieve him, and I was truly sure that I was back in the beginning of my dream.

It's like someone has pressed the backwards button on a movie.

Thinking of the beautiful child who had just been hit by a car in front of me, my heart tightened, and I quickly quickened my pace to wait for the place where I had first seen him.

But the strange thing is that this time I waited here for a long time, but I didn't wait for the child, I looked at the time, it was already four thirty-eight.

Although in the first dream, I don't know when the little boy got here, but it shouldn't be so late, what went wrong?

I thought about it for a while, and from the second time I stood under the tree to the present, the scene I experienced was exactly the same as the first time.

But from this moment on, things seem to be slowly drifting off track.

After standing for about five minutes, I still didn't see the child, so I ran to the intersection where the accident happened.

I had walked with him for more than 20 minutes, but I shortened it by two-thirds.

Even if I was out of breath at the end, I didn't dare to stop.

I only hate that I can't have another pair of wings, or I can be like Sun Wukong, with a somersault cloud-like car, and you can reach your destination with a heel.

After I had crossed a junction with difficulty and pain, I could vaguely see the green newsstand, and the little boy was crossing in front of it with his school bag on his back.

I wanted to yell at him, "Wait", but during the run, the cold wind blew through my throat, and I didn't care about it, but at this critical moment, I noticed that my throat was very dry.

The words I wanted to say were blocked in my throat, and I couldn't even touch the air outside.

I had to keep dragging my half-life forward, hoping to stop him while he waited for the red light.

However, the script has long since changed a little from the moment I didn't wait for him.

This time, when he walked to the side of the road, the traffic light on the opposite side changed from red to green.

It was still the little boy who flipped the bag on his back and adjusted the familiar position of the strap, staring ahead to cross the road.

Next, the car, the brakes, the screech of rubbing, the muffled sound of hitting the child......

Even if there was a slight change in the middle of the script, it still came to this sad and angry ending in the end.

However, this time, since I also paid attention to the car that caused the accident, I could clearly see that the driver crossed the horizontal line in front of the motor vehicle one second before the yellow light signal was about to disappear.

The speed can be imagined.

Looking at the young man who came out of the driver's seat, his slightly immature face was full of horror.

I really wanted to slap him in the face a few times, just to wait for another red light, just to grab this last second, he brutally hurt an innocent life.

Although it was also an unintentional move, this child has to pay a huge price for his stupid actions!

I remembered the first time because I wanted to check on the child's condition, but I went back to the beginning of my dream...... With some trepidation, I continued to walk towards where he was.

As soon as I touched the red patch on the ground, the world swirled, and the familiar feeling of vertigo hit me again.

I crouched down on the spot, but before I could close my eyes, I raised my wrist and glanced at the time: 4:51.

When the dizziness faded, sure enough, I was standing under the tree again.

My mind suddenly remembered the scene in "Journey to the West": In order to save Bai Jingjing, Supreme Treasure kept activating the moonlight treasure box and returning to the moment before she killed herself.

My current state is no different from this fragment, I am the supreme treasure who saves people, and that child is Bai Jingjing who needs to be saved.

It's just that, where is the moonlight treasure box? And who is activating the Moonlight Treasure Box?

I know very well that now is not the time to dwell on this issue, and go directly past the fat mother and son who are arguing and the grandparents and grandchildren who are unwinding under the tree.

When I stood at the place where I met the boy for the third time, my heart was surprisingly calm, and no matter how anxious I was, I couldn't mess with proportion, otherwise the result would be twice the result with half the effort.

I specially found a high point, stood on it and kept looking around, hoping to see the figure of the little boy.

But just like the second time, time passed minute by minute, and his figure never appeared in my sight.

I wanted to open the map to see how many forks there were in the area, but when I reached into the pocket of my coat, I felt empty, and then I remembered that I was still in a dream.

I knew I had my phone in my hand before I went to bed.

I looked at my watch, it was already 4:31, and in less than 20 minutes, the car accident would happen.

But the little boy is like the world has evaporated, of course, this is just my own imagination.

For some reason, the boy may have changed course, or he may have been delayed by something else, but I know that he must be fine now, in some corner of this place.

But after 20 minutes, if I still don't have time, he can really hook up with the words "evaporation from the world".

As soon as I thought of this, my heart, which had been calmed down, gradually became impetuous again.

I took a few deep breaths to tell myself not to panic, to be calm, and I clenched my fist with one hand and kept slapping it on the palm of the other.

Comparing the first and second dreams, I suddenly remembered that the boy's script had changed a little, but the driver's script was still the same.

If you can't stop the victim, then stop the perpetrator, as long as one of them is stopped by me, this disaster will naturally not happen again.

I excitedly jumped off the high point and started running towards the place where the incident had happened.

In case of other accidents, I did not stand at the intersection where the accident occurred, but at the previous intersection that the driver would definitely pass.

By the time I got to the intersection again, panting, and looked up at my watch, there were still ten minutes to go, and everything was still in time.

I adjusted my condition first to get back from the sport as quickly as possible.

As I was half-crouched on my knees to rest, I suddenly realized the difference between ordinary dreams and soul dreams.

In ordinary dreams, I'm like a sentient robot.

I once had a dream about being bitten by a poisonous snake, and although I got rid of it out of fear, it was just a "scared" message from my brain.

The pain nerves, like myself, fell into a deep sleep.

But this dream with a real soul creates an atmosphere that is like ...... It's the real world.

Every cell in me really feels the fatigue of running, the coldness of the cold wind.

What if I die in such a dream? I can't help but think, then in reality, will I also die because of the death of consciousness?

Shaking his head, he straightened up and moved his limbs, I must not be distracted at such a critical moment, I have to get all the irrelevant things out of my mind.

I stared at the passing cars for fear of missing the blue Chevrolet sedan, but fortunately its color was so conspicuous that I was not afraid to admit my mistake.

The time has entered the countdown, and in the distance, a blue car shadow appeared on the road.

Getting closer and clearer......

I hurriedly waved my hands vigorously at the driver, and the driver, who was wearing sunglasses, noticed me like a fool and took off his glasses strangely.

As long as he stops the car, I will talk to him casually, and when the little boy crosses the street smoothly, it will be done.

Well, his car window is also halfway down, and I'm already thinking about what I'm going to do with him later.

But just then, a phone call took his attention away from me.

He drove the steering wheel with one hand, put the phone to his ear with the other, and the accelerator did not decrease but increased, whistling past me.

The culprit turned out to be here, the phone distracted him, and when he saw that the signal light was about to turn red, he subconsciously increased the throttle to break through, and he didn't seriously check the road ahead at all......

When I stood under the tree for the fourth time, I couldn't help but curse and ran to the intersection where it happened.

It doesn't matter which intersection the child will cross through, or whether the driver will grab the light and make a call, as long as I stand under the pedestrian light one step ahead of them, I can stop the child crossing the street.

I've been running wild three times, and my physical strength is a little too much to support, but this time I don't plan to delay somewhere else, even if I walk quickly, I can get to that place before the incident.

As I stood under the signal light and watched the time get closer and closer, I could clearly hear my own thunderous heartbeat.

The blue Chevrolet came galloping as before, but the child still didn't show up.

I just breathed a sigh of relief, wondering if the script had been changed again, when suddenly, a childish voice appeared next to me: "Little sister, are you looking for me?" ”

Then, my body was pushed out in the middle of the road by an external force......