The 7th of August of that year should be what fortune tellers often say, "Nothing is appropriate". Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The takeaway delivered at breakfast was Murong Cao's least favorite mushroom and vegetable bun, and she clearly ordered the shrimp and egg bun; The soy milk is as light as soybean water, and I forgot to put a straw; The boiled eggs were so stinky that she almost didn't spit out the overnight meal.

The heel of the high heels actually fell off the moment before going out, making Murong Cao fall a, his forehead hit the door frame and set up a bag, and a piece of skin was rubbed on his cheek, although it was not too serious a injury, but it was unsightly.

The engine of the new car she just bought was broken and had not been repaired, and the subway had not yet opened at that time, so Murong Cao had to cheer up her spirit to squeeze the bus, and after waiting for five overcrowded buses to pass, she finally squeezed into the bus before she collapsed from the heat.

The most terrible thing is that Yan Yanxiu, who has never been sick, actually launched a high fever, and somehow refused to go to the hospital, she wanted to stay and take care of him, but today she made an appointment with three visitors, all of whom have reached a critical period, and it is not good to change the time casually.

So she stumbled and wagged her tail a few times before she went out reluctantly.

Murong Cao, who has always been blindly optimistic by the god of fate, in addition to really not being able to let go of her words in her heart, does not think that she will be like this day, at least she can't imagine that fifteen minutes after taking the bus, the bus that was originally driving well on the bridge actually hit the railing like crazy, flipped over at a tricky angle, the door was wide open, and several people who were standing at the door instantly lost their center of gravity and flew out, one by one, their heads down like heavy stones into the deep river.

Among those people, there was Murong Cao, who had not been in the car for a long time.

The moment he fell, Murong Cao stared at the mobile phone that was out of his palm, and quickly reacted in his heart what was going on, and he had mixed feelings for a while, and he didn't like others said that his short life would be presented in front of him like a movie, and all the disturbances were removed, and there was only one thought left - couldn't he even say goodbye to Yan Yanxiu?

If he can say goodbye, will he have to remember himself, or forget himself?

She seemed to foresee the thin Yan Xiuxiu, who looked sad, holding a white rose in front of her tombstone, standing alone, and the sullen pain in her heart had not yet spread down the bone marrow, and she had already tasted the rusty and fishy smell of the river.

Myself...... Is this going to die?

The moment before closing his eyes, I don't know if it was because Sijun was hallucinating, Murong Cao felt that he saw Yan Yanxiu's face.

Break ......

She struggled to reach out, trying to grasp one of the corners of the illusion's coat.

The huge impact of the water made her lose consciousness for a while, so she didn't have time to see the underwater "phantom" pull her into her arms and give her an unusually serious kiss.

No matter how barren the sky is, no matter how old the earth is, it can't withstand the moment of mayflies in front of you.

Forgive me for loving you so willfully.

……

When Murong Cao opened his eyes again, he did some psychological construction in advance, and when he confirmed that when he opened his eyes, whether he saw Niu Tou Ma Mian or Lord God, he would not be too out of shape, so he opened his eyes one by one.

Then she was still startled - she actually saw a white expanse, so white that it was still very materialistic.

This is obviously the ceiling of her own home.

Was it just a nightmare? I've never been out at all?

As soon as she woke up, the pain and touch slowly returned to her body, the pain was as if she had been beaten, and the clammy and cold seemed to be walking on the street in the cold winter.

Murong Cao moved her fingers and toes, then her arms and knees, and then sat up in a hurry, and her eyes were on her wet and dirty skirt, and her water-soaked hair was covered with water droplets, which trickled down her forehead and wet her freshly dried eyelashes.

She felt that there was still a slimy spot on her face, and when she wiped it with her hand, she wiped two fingers of blood and a broken weed.

This is obviously not a broken dream! I was in a desperate situation and picked up a life!

Murong Cao gasped, understanding that he was still alive, but he couldn't figure out how he could survive in that situation, and instead of lying in the hospital or the police station, he returned home in such an embarrassed state.

Before she could experience the joy of being reborn, she already had a sense of foreboding.

Did you become a ghost?

The skin is hot, the heart is beating, the stomach is hungry, the nose is hot, the mirror is imaging, and the teeth are grinning in pain when you twist yourself......

He is indeed a living person, and he is not a lonely soul who goes home to report his funeral.

What about the words that originally stayed at home?

Still asleep? Do you know that something happened to you? Do you know you're back?

Murong Cao walked to the bedroom door in two or three steps, his hand on the doorknob.

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

One-minute, two-minute, three-minute......

Five minutes passed, and she froze in the doorway, losing the courage to push it in, her eyes brewing a thunderstorm.

Finally, with a shudder, she gently pushed the door in.

The bed was empty.

The quilt seemed to have been lifted in a hurry, and most of it was piled on the floor; The slippers were still placed by the bed, as if the owner felt the need to wear them when he got out of bed; The coat is placed on the chair and does not move; The lamp was on, and the warm light shone on the wall, dyeing an eerie desolation; There was a handful of burnt ashes of paper in front of the bed, and a lighter was placed on the table; The phone fell to the ground, and Murong Cao walked over to pick it up, only to find that the screen had broken into a big face......

A line of water droplets passed through the screen of a broken phone, followed by another line of ......

Murong Cao looked at the position where he should have been a person in a drunken manner, and suddenly realized that he had burst into tears.

On August 7, 2012, there was a huge bus accident in S City, and the No. 9 bus overturned into the river when crossing the bridge, resulting in 18 deaths, 3 people missing, and only 1 person with better water quality survived.

However, the person who "survived by luck" has a name and a surname, and it is not Murong Cao.

She was like an outsider who had nothing to do with the accident from start to finish — if it weren't for the fact that Yan Xiu had disappeared before her eyes.

Murong Cao gritted his teeth and controlled his mind hovering between rout and madness, flipped through all the news related to it word for word, ran to the police station and the morgue one after another, confirmed the missing list one by one, and tried his best to call up the surveillance of the apartment where he lived, and finally quietly checked the circle of people who were drunk...... There was no result, and even the surveillance only photographed Yan Xiu entering the apartment, but did not photograph him going out.

It's as if it has evaporated out of thin air.

Seven days later, in the middle of the night, Murong Cao, whose face was like ashes, sat on the balcony, smoking one cigarette after another, coughing while smoking, but refusing to stop.

Their small home was on the 27th floor, and Murong Cao had never smoked before.

The brightly lit city is like a fishing net full of small light bulbs, and the light in those "mesh" dims little by little as the night deepens, until in the end only some "mesh" in the prosperous area is still shining, like the eyes of an unknown monster.

"Huh, I'm back."

A haunting voice sounded behind her, both familiar and strange, as if from another world.