It's been a hot summer. It was just noon on in the www.biquge.info pen "Fun" pavilion, and as long as you walked outside, no matter where you hid, you couldn't escape the sunlight shining directly from above.

No one had the strength to speak, and even the birds hid in the leaves and closed their noisy beaks. Only Zhizhi is still screaming tirelessly, perhaps knowing that his life has come to an end.

It's the last day of summer vacation.

Stepping on the brand-new asphalt road at the entrance of Zhangping Normal School, you will feel a little soft elasticity, just like the asphalt on the soles of your feet, which is also baked to the edge of melting by the sun.

A young man in sunglasses who looked to be in his thirties and wore a peaked cap was walking on this road at the moment. His body fell together with the rebound from his feet, and his interest seemed to be very high.

One moment I went to look at the dilapidated mailbox over there, another time I stroked some of the wilted holly leaves here, and after a while, I even stared at the old Chinese medicine advertisement for venereal diseases on a telephone pole for a long time.

He seemed interested in everything that was on the road.

Then he looked at his watch, and suddenly trotted into the gate of Zhang Ping's teacher. Then he ran all the way to the eaves of the teaching building before stopping.

Strange to say, as soon as he stopped, a thunderclap sounded in the sky. The sky was originally blue, but a dark cloud drifted out of nowhere, and then, the raindrops the size of soybeans fell rapidly.

The young man in sunglasses looked at the sky, laughed twice, and slowly walked up the stairs of the teaching building.

The students had to wait until the next day to start school, and the entire school building was empty at the moment, except for him, who didn't belong here in the first place.

His footsteps were rhythmic. With the same rhythmic sound of rain, it seems to be the prelude to a beautiful movement.

By the time he reached the jogging platform leading to the staircase from the fourth floor to the fifth floor, the rain suddenly stopped.

The summer weather is always changing. After a while, the sun came out again. It's just that after the baptism of that shower, Fang Cai's power has weakened a lot. In addition, from time to time, a breeze rushes out to make trouble, and the world that has been dried by the sun seems to come alive all of a sudden.

The young man in sunglasses stood there, looking at the roof of the teacher's office building, which was only three floors 50 meters away, through the patterned gap in the stairwell wall.

However, as far as the eye can see, there seems to be nothing but stainless steel fences and patches of concrete floors.

He looked at his watch, then continued to stare at the place.

His expression was so focused that one wondered if it was at a particular point in time that flowers would suddenly grow on the concrete floor over there.

Oh, somebody came out to blow the wind.

It's three men smoking cigarettes.

Two of the older ones were laughing and talking.

The other, younger one, followed silently.

When they got to the rooftop, they fell on the fence facing the direction of the school building, and an older man stretched out his hand and pointed to the school building and said something.

It's just a pity that it's too far away to hear anything.

But the drifting gaze of the young man who had been staring at that place found focus with the man's movements.

He suddenly became excited, and two lines of crystal liquid seemed to loom over the edges covered by his sunglasses. The mouth was talking to himself: "Dad, it's been more than ten years, and I finally see you again." ”

It sounds like a wanderer who has returned to his long-lost hometown and met his father.

But why do you look at it from a distance like this, but you don't recognize each other. Is there any hidden meaning in it?

No, how could the man who spoke, that is, at most forty years old, have a son in his thirties.

Didn't the young man admit his mistake?

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On the rooftop, the two older ones were still talking.

The young man, who seemed a little bored, straightened up and took a few random steps along the fence.

After a while, he grabbed the steel pipe of the fence with both hands, and with a leap, he sat down on the steel pipe.

Looking at its flexible movements, it should have been systematically trained on the horizontal bar.

The three-storey office building sits on steel pipes on the roof fence, only about 10 meters above the ground. No wonder the young man was not afraid.

The middle-aged man, whom the young man called Daddy, noticed the young man's actions and pointed at him and said something.

Then another middle-aged man also turned to look at the young man.

The young man heard the content of this sentence clearly, because he said it very loudly, and it spread to the teaching building along the wind: "Xiao Sun, you give me a little care, don't fall." ”

The young man didn't seem to care, and raised a hand and waved it at the middle-aged man.

When the two middle-aged men saw that he didn't listen to him, they stopped paying attention to him. Lay down and chatted again.

Next, the young man seemed to really use the steel pipe as a horizontal bar, propped his hands on it, and made a few beautiful movements in a row. The last position he stopped was to sit on the steel pipe with his back facing out.

Then, without warning, he straightened up, raised his hands and posed like a diver, letting his body slowly lean back, and then releasing the leg that had hooked the pole.

Many people have seen a watermelon fall from the third floor.

In fact, even if the human braincase only falls from a height of eight or nine meters in free fall, it is not much different from a watermelon.

When the young man fell, the young man looking at the school building clenched his fists tightly, and if he looked closely, the nails on his fingers seemed to be deeply embedded in the flesh of his palms.

But looking at the half of his face that was not covered by sunglasses, he didn't show any surprise.

By the time the two middle-aged men reacted and poked their heads out to look down, there was already a dull crashing sound below.

The man landed first with his head, and the back of his head made uncompromising intimate contact with the ground.

Red blood, white brains splattered everywhere. The neck twisted strangely in an exaggerated bend.

From a distance, it seems that a mocking smile can be seen on the lips of the corpse.

It was August 31, 1998.

On this day, countless people may die and countless more will be born.

No one knows what the meaning of life is.

Maybe to be born is to die at a certain time, in some way.

And where did the dead go?

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When the young man fell from the building, Chen Wusheng was reading Mr. Jin Yong's novel "Dragon Babu" at home.

His so-called home is actually just two offices of more than ten square meters specially granted to his father, who is the director of academic affairs, as the principal of Zhang Ping Normal School.

There are two small rooms, one is the kitchen, and the other is the bedroom of Chen Wusheng and his parents.

A wire bed separated by a curtain is his private space.

In addition to the teachers' offices, there are two households in the office building.

One is the Chen Wusheng family who lives on the corner of the second floor, and the other is the two children of the little grandson, who live in the second and a half floors.

The 28-year-old is a physical education teacher who looks strong and has a handsome face.

What's even more enviable is that he has a young and beautiful wife.

It's just that according to him, his wife was sent by the unit to the university in Haishi for training, so everyone hasn't seen her for a few days.

When reading martial arts novels, Chen Wusheng has always been very focused.

Although the voices of the people downstairs were getting louder and louder, they didn't attract much attention from him.

It wasn't until the siren drove into the school that he put down his book and walked out of the room to take a look.

The periphery of the accident site was now full of people.

But standing in the corridor on the second floor, Chen Wusheng still saw at a glance the lifeless human body on the ground.

The 15-year-old boy was stunned for a moment, trying to get a better view, but in his eagerness he tripped over a table at the door where miscellaneous items were kept, knocked his head forward, hit the pillar, and fainted.

The policemen below certainly did not notice him at all. It was just a step-by-step process that began to block the gate of the school, investigate the scene of the accident, and take pictures.

Although theoretically it is also necessary to disperse the surrounding do-gooders. But it is human nature to love to watch the excitement, and the only two policemen were helpless against hundreds of onlookers, and after seeing that a few shouts had no effect, they also let it go.

Almost at the same time, the ambulance arrived.

The emergency doctor got out of the car and confirmed that the body on the ground had completely lost its life. He waited for the police to handle the scene and prepare to transport it to the hospital's morgue.

Unlike the onlookers who desperately wanted to squeeze in, the young man in sunglasses had already walked down from the school building at some point.

He bypassed the crowd, quietly walked into the office building, and drove to the corner of the second floor.

Chen Wusheng was still lying on the ground.

The corridor here had a right-angled curve with the other teachers' offices, and because of this, he was never noticed on the ground.

The young man squatted down and looked at Chen Wusheng quietly, and took off his sunglasses under the brim of his hat with one hand.

It can be seen that his eyes are a little complicated at this time. The words muttered to himself seemed to be these words: "This day in my memory, 18 years have passed in a flash......"

The face of a man in his 30s under sunglasses, although he is not very handsome, is also clear and angular.

The most important thing is that it is nine points similar to 15-year-old Chen Wusheng.

"When I change this unbearable past, I will give you a perfect body. And now, you can sleep for the time being. ”

The young man sighed and leaned down gently, his body gradually melting into the body on the ground.