I opened my eyes, didn't even have to look, reached for my phone accurately, and pressed the button to turn off the alarm.

I had heard the boredom of the music stopping, there was no alarm clock, and my room was silent. I moved my body slightly, and the sound of small fabrics rubbing against my ears came to my ears, accompanied by the slight sound of breathing, and the silence in the slightly dark room made me feel that I couldn't bear to break it.

It's like nothing happens, nothing needs to be realized, I don't have to make a choice, I don't have to face the consequences of that choice. Yesterday, and even for some time, everything I discovered and experienced was just a dream that was too real, and when I opened my eyes, I was able to return to reality, and there was no time to reset, no endless room, no trajectory to follow, no choice to make, and no Lu Haisheng.

The palm of his left hand was propped up on the bed, supporting himself to sit up, and he looked down at the position of his left hand, his fingers bent slightly, and his fingertips rubbed against the fabric, making a very slight sound. I was slightly distracted, my mind was blank and chaotic, as if I couldn't think of anything, and I didn't seem to want to think about anything. After a few seconds, I closed my eyes and looked up, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, and when I opened my eyes again, I was ready to spend July 21, 2005 again.

Like many, many previous July 21st, the people who repeat things repeat themselves are destined to be different today, July 21st.

I don't remember when the time reset started, or what it looked like on July 21 when it started. But I know that the time reset will end today, and that July 21st, when it ends, will or should be what it should be—what it should be.

I lifted the covers, got out of bed and stood on the floor, took off my pajamas, and took the clothes I was familiar with and put on.

I knew exactly what was going to happen today, every detail, and I knew better that I didn't want it. But it was my own choice, but I had no choice.

After washing up, getting my things, walking to the door, looking at the clock on the wall to check the time, I reached out and tore off the top one of the calendars.

On July 21, 2005, I looked at the date on the calendar and silently read it in my mind several times, and with a wry smile, I clutched the one I had just torn off in my hand. It was an unforgettable day, and I don't think I'll ever forget it, in any sense of the word.

I opened the door and walked out, and then watched the door close in front of me, and after a crisp sound, I reached out and touched the closed door. The fingertips ran along the crack in the door, and the frosted façade was smooth, and the fingertips didn't feel any obstacles, just a little astringent, and at first I could feel the coldness of the metal itself, but after a few seconds, I no longer felt cold, as if the door had absorbed the temperature of my fingertips and had my body temperature.

I was stunned for a few seconds before silently retracting my hand, unconsciously clenching my hand into a fist, and the tip of my index finger that had just crossed the crack in the door was attached to the palm of my hand, and my fingertips felt a burst of warmth, but my palm was a little cold. When the temperature had completely disappeared and I could no longer feel it, I turned around and walked briskly downstairs without looking back.

No, there is no going back,,,,,,

I warned myself repeatedly, pursed my lips, and sped up my way down the stairs again. I didn't dare to look back, I was afraid that the next glance would be the straw that broke the camel's back, and I was afraid that the next second I would no longer be able to rely on my reason to stick to the right thing. I can't go back, I have something to do, I've made a choice, I can't go back

Walking out of the building, I looked up at the morning sun, the warm golden sun, with more and more intense warmth and light. It was at this moment that I had the illusion that I had traveled through time in a few seconds of standing in the morning light.

The sun shines so brightly every day, both in this repetitive time and in the normal day-to-day life. It arose from the star we call the Sun, traveled 150,000 kilometers of distance, traveled through the vacuum, passed through the atmosphere, passed through stratus clouds, traveled through what we knew and didn't see, and finally hit me.

The light is there, eternal and unchanging. Perhaps for my short life, which is only a hundred years, that light is eternal. And for the existence of the sun, my life may not even be a moment.

But in this time, which is not even a moment, I have to experience the most complex joys and sorrows.

The grandparents were still arguing about whether they had spent a few more cents, and it would be the same tomorrow.

The mother and son in the front building were in danger of being late again, and the mother was in the same hurry as yesterday.

The brown-yellow cat ran past me on time, and then jumped back and disappeared as quickly as it touched the puppy, as if it had agreed that it was just going to go through the motions.

I approached the aunt on the phone step by step, silently watching the plastic bag in her hand crack and destroy, and the pears fell to the ground.

Helping my aunt pick up the fallen pears and listening to her complain about the seller's stinginess, I opened my mouth to respond to her words, but I didn't know if what I was saying was just a standard answer that I was memorizing backwards, or what I was thinking in my heart at the moment.

It's not life, it's more like a solo performance, and it's not the street under my feet, but a huge and delicate theater. I became an actor, using my most clumsy and superb acting skills, doing the choreographed movements, saying the lines that had been planned for a long time, making everything as prescribed in the script.

Go for a run in the park, buy a six-yuan breakfast, endure being cut in line by the aunt, and then return to the community. It's very simple, it's very simple, I don't need to do anything deliberately, every scene in the script will naturally be staged, after all, everyone is the most competent actor except me. Yes, everyone, everyone except me, they are the most competent actors.

When I was about to walk into the door, I subconsciously turned my head to take a look, I didn't want to look at it, but after I subconsciously looked at it, I instantly understood what I was looking for - today, Lu Haisheng did not appear.

Lu Haisheng will not appear, this is part of our plan, and I don't know why I still have unnecessary expectations. As I said, everyone except me is the most competent actor. Because it is not written in our script that on the morning of July 21, 2005, I will see a man named Lu Haisheng appear in my community, so Lu Haisheng will not appear in my field of vision at this time and place.

Or to be more precise, Lu Haisheng will not appear in front of me until that incident happens.

Lu Haisheng followed the script at a glance, and the others were created according to the script and only needed to act in their true colors, they were all the most competent actors, and I was the only one who was clumsy and painful, and I was exhausted.

He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to suppress the confusion, resistance, and struggle in his mind. I thought back over and over again, over and over the words I heard yesterday, over and over again telling myself – I couldn't shake, I couldn't turn back, I had no choice, I had to do that.

When the chaos in my mind calmed down a bit, I took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole, my fingers trembling uncontrollably, making me a little weak, and even pinching and twisting the key was extremely difficult. The door finally opened, and I mechanically stepped inside, and I saw the two men at a glance.

Those are the two people I know the most and are the closest to me, the two people I love the most in this world, and the two people I am most sorry for.

The pain was painful, with soreness and swelling, and suddenly burst out of the heart, as if the heart had stopped for a second and skipped two beats. It was like a big invisible hand grabbing my heart, squeezing, restraining, deforming, struggling in a small space until it exploded in the eighteen years of my life that I can remember, and this was the first time I knew that my heart could still produce such uncomfortable feelings.

I forced myself to continue to move, and walked towards the table with the discomfort, my body instinctively trying to rely on heavy breathing to relieve the discomfort, but I was forced to do so for fear of being discovered by the two of them. I controlled myself to breathe as usual, to control my normal steps, and it was only a few steps from the door to the table, but I felt that these steps were so difficult that I was not even sure whether it was my muscles or my spirit that controlled my breathing and walking.

It wasn't until I sat down at the dining table, relaxed and leaned back in my chair, that I noticed a fine layer of sweat oozing from my back. I wasn't hot, my forehead was dry, the sweat was absorbed by the fabric as I leaned back against the chair, and it was squeezed against my skin by the back of the chair, and I shivered uncontrollably but quickly and consciously stopped. The sweat was cold, and the cold condensed from my back to my spine, and then radiated from my spine and spread all over my body.

I don't remember how I survived this breakfast, I don't remember how I controlled myself to smile at the corners of my mouth, I don't remember how I ate the food in front of me like chewing wax, I don't remember how I memorized the lines according to the script in my head, I don't remember how I restrained myself from saying it, my mind went blank.

When I came back to my senses, I found myself standing in front of the door for an unknown amount of time, and the two men I didn't dare to face had left. As I exhaled, I felt my legs go limp, and I sat uncontrollably on the ground, my chest panting as I gasped for air, and my brain was filled with dizziness and confusion.

With a hard struggle to regain my sanity and my thoughts, I turned to look at the time on the clock—it was time for me to go out, and according to the script, I should change my clothes and head to Book City.

In fact, the show had already begun, and I had never had a way out, so the only choice was to follow the script.

I'm not even in a position to complain, because I wrote the script.