Lu Qing's consciousness became more and more blurred, everything in front of him gradually blurred, and he was horrified to find that the house he had lived in for more than three years had become so strange at this moment. Just when Lu Qing's eyes were completely plunged into darkness, the bloody message in the nameless email resurfaced in his mind: No. 13 Zhengyang Street, run away!!

After a long time, the door was quietly opened, and several mysterious lights and shadows drifted into Lu Qing's home.

In the dream, Lu Qing saw a bizarre scene. Some light men came to his house. Exactly, he didn't even see what it was. It was just a hazy, glowing humanoid form, which was constantly busy around him until he was completely unconscious.

I don't know how long it took, Lu Qing opened his eyes in a daze, shook his drowsy head, and glanced at the wall clock on the wall, which showed a quarter past 11. For some reason, he always felt that there was something more in his head, as if something was missing.

"Why are you up so late today?"

Lu Qing got up from the bed and staggered into the bathroom. When brushing my teeth, I saw a hint of red in the sink, as if it was a nosebleed or bleeding gums. He examined his face in the mirror and found that the blood was coming from the base of his ear. He gently squeezed the base of his ear again, and noticed a slight pain coming in.

"Something wrong with your ears?" Lu Qing gently rubbed the root of his ear, and the pain gradually disappeared and no longer bleed. I guess it was scratched by something, right? He didn't take it to heart.

After eating breakfast hastily, Lu Qing wanted to drink a glass of champagne, but found that the champagne in the refrigerator had bottomed out. Didn't just buy it yesterday? He thought back to the scene of buying champagne yesterday, and he was a little confused. Then he sat down in front of the computer and clicked on the power of the case, and found that there was no response.

"Damn, there's a power outage again."

Because there was nothing to do, Lu Qing lay on the chair and picked up the phone and dialed his girlfriend Mina's number.

"Toot toot."

"Hey, hello." Hearing Mina's sweet voice on the other end of the phone, Lu Qing's mood suddenly refreshed a lot.

"What's so polite?" Lu Qing joked with a smile.

"Who are you?" But Mina's voice on the other side was full of doubt.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, when are we going to meet?" Lu Qing didn't pay attention to Mina's joke at all, and said bluntly.

"I'm sorry, you seem to have made a mistake." Mina, over there, was 'crackling' thinking about the sound of tapping on the keyboard, and there was a hint of displeasure in her tone.

"What the hell are you doing? Stop it. Lu Qing couldn't help frowning, and his tone was also a little displeased.

"You really made a mistake, sorry." Mina hung up the phone angrily as soon as she finished speaking.

When Lu Qing was about to dial it inexplicably, the landline phone on the desk rang. Since most of the work is done at his desk, he has put the landline phone in the most accessible position.

"Hey, is it Xiao Lu? It's time to pay the rent, this is really not what I urged you to ......"

"Rent? What time is this? Lu Qing was already in a little unhappy, and his tone was a little rough.

"Xiao Lu, I know you may be in trouble, but it's the end of the month."

"At the end of the month? Lao Hu, did you make your wife confused? Lu Qing said a little angrily.

"You ......" Before the landlord Lao Hu finished speaking, Lu Qing hung up the phone angrily. The rent is only paid once a month at the end of the month, and he clearly remembers that the last time he paid the rent was half a month ago.

"What's it all about?" As soon as he got up, he encountered so many inexplicable incidents, and Lu Qing couldn't help but feel a little depressed. When he was about to call Mina again, he suddenly found that the phone showed May 30, 2016.

"There's something wrong with your phone, too?" Lu Qing turned on the time setting of his phone and performed a network synchronization, but the date was still displayed as 2016, May 30.

After a while, the phone came with a strange and familiar ringtone.

"Hey, Xiao Lu. I'm Lao Chen of A Publishing House, when will you hand in the summary of that set of inspirational books? ”

"Oh, it's Director Chen, which set of inspirational books are you talking about?"

"Nonsense, what are you talking about?" Lao Chen's angry voice came from the phone.

"Old Chen ......"

"Young people don't have a sense of time at all. Give you three more days. Lao Chen hung up the phone angrily. Hearing Lao Chen's last half of the sentence, Lu Qing's brain felt a tingling pain again.

"Give you the last three days."

Lu Qing had an inexplicable feeling, he seemed to have heard this sentence, but he couldn't remember when it was. Is it a sense of immediacy? (Simply put, "déjà vu", a sense of déjà vu that has not been experienced in an event or scene as if it had been experienced at a certain time or place.) Lu Qing saw the calendar hanging on the wall, and a sense of absurdity inexplicably floated in his heart. The calendar shows that it is indeed May 30, 2016.

"How?"

Lu Qing hurriedly ripped the calendar off the wall and flipped through the pages one by one. He has always had a habit of managing his time with a calendar. Almost every day in the past was filled with work plans. But now, he sees that the calendar after May 30 is blank.

"Girlfriend Mina, landlord Lao Hu, publisher Lao Chen, mobile phone, calendar, ......" are linked together, as if piecing together an absurd fact.

Overnight, Lu Qing went back to a year ago. He had gone through almost every notepad, and even everything in the rental house. Many things that were once familiar, but almost forgotten, appeared in front of me one by one. For example, the photo of the two on the table, which is a photo of him and his ex-girlfriend, who was locked in the depths of the storage box after falling in love with Mina. And now, it's spotless on the desk. And the pen that has been thrown away, and the broken glass pen holder...

"What the hell is going on?" Lu Qing grabbed the messy hair on his head indiscriminately, and the faint pain at the root of his ear came again. At this time, the chaotic brain has blocked out the perception of pain.

Lu Qing finally understood the reason for Mina's indifferent attitude on the phone. Because he clearly remembers that he met Mina on August 6, 2016. At this time, they didn't know each other at all.

Lu Qing thought uneasily in his heart, could it be that the cross-cutting event that can only appear in third-rate novels happened to him? For a moment, he couldn't adapt to this sudden change. Although Lu Qing was a faithful believer, he never thought that a miracle would appear to him so suddenly. Moreover, he absolutely does not believe that there is anything happening in this world for no reason. If you really travel back in time, then why did you go back a year ago? Where is the root cause?

Lu Qing remembered Tianbao and hurriedly broadcast his phone again, eager to confirm this absurd fact.

"Hey, Tempo."

"Well, Xiao Lu. Wake up so late again? ”

"What day is today?"

"What's wrong with you? Confused? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, tell me what day is the month?"

"May 30th."

"In 2016?"

"You're sleepy, aren't you? I'm telling you to go to bed early and wake up early. By the way, I'm in a club, do you want to come......"

At this time, Lu Qing ignored Gangbao's chatter, and suddenly remembered that his cousin in his hometown had a serious car accident on June 1, and his lower limbs were amputated in desperation. Today is two days away from June 1st, and if we really go back to a year and a half ago, then it may be possible to reverse the tragedy. Lu Qing hung up Tianbao's phone and hurriedly dialed his cousin's number.

"Hey, Xiaoqian?"

"Yes, cousin. It's been a long time since I've heard from you, okay? ”

"On June 1st, you honestly stay at home, and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

"The day after tomorrow? I'll have to go to the city the day after tomorrow to buy some fish feed. A cousin's confused voice came over the phone. My uncle's family is contracting fish ponds, and every once in a while they have to go to the city to buy fish feed. And my cousin had a car accident on the way to buy fish feed.

"Don't worry about it, you give me a lot of me, I can't go out the day after tomorrow no matter what." Lu Qing couldn't explain it to his cousin for a while, so he could only give him a death order.

"Well, okay...... Cousin, when are you coming back? We miss you so much. ”

"It's the New Year, I'm very busy at work." Lu Qingmu hung up the phone after a few casual greetings, and in the face of this sudden change, he couldn't naturally mobilize his feelings.

My cousin's legs were saved. So what's next? Although Lu Qing was well aware of the future changes, he was extremely at a loss for a while. At this time, there are still no calls from home. Lu Qing lay on the bed and thought about everything that happened to him, but he felt that his brain activity was getting more and more relaxed, and finally fell asleep again.

This sleep is a day and a night. In the dream, Tianbao appeared inexplicably, always repeating the same sentence: No. 13 Zhengyang Street, run away......

The next day, that is, on the afternoon of May 31, Lu Qing got up from the bed, but he felt that his brain was even more dizzy than yesterday, and he seemed to have an endless sleep. Could it be a side effect of the crossing? For some reason, his mind was in a trance. It seems like there's a lot more in my head. He even began to wonder if he was mentally ill. Despite a series of confirmations, he was still unsure if he had truly traveled back in time a year ago. So, Lu Qing decided to go out for a walk, maybe he would get the answer from the outside environment.

After Lu Qing finished washing, he stepped out of the room with a mixture of fear and expectation. But when he just went out, he ran into the landlord Lao Hu with a gloomy face.

"This ...... Lao Hu, I will pay the rent directly to your card. I misremember the date, so don't be mad at me. Lu Qing smiled. The landlord, Lao Hu, is a good man, and he looks kind to everyone, and the same is true for the tenants.

"No, you'd better move me out." However, Lao Hu didn't even look at him, dropped a word and walked away.

"Hey, old ......"

"Xiao Lu, why did you provoke this old man?" The third aunt downstairs came out to walk the dog, saw this scene, and leaned in front of Lu Qing and asked in a whisper.

"Ah, just a little misunderstanding." Lu Qing spread his hands and smiled awkwardly.

"I heard that Lao Hu had a quarrel with his wife yesterday, and the quarrel was fierce." The third aunt whispered, and then led the dog away.