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Although I saw the whole process in the mirror, it was like watching a movie, but I don't believe it was fake:

The other self, urged by Wang Xinmei, clumsily pushed the cart out and drove all the way from west to south, and the beloved girl leaned quietly on my back, feeling soft and heartwarming.

Her whispers in her ear, her hair being blown by the wind and tickling the back of my neck.

The trotting back hug and the reassurance I had to make on my forehead.

And the sadness and heartache of that moment.

Then, my tense muscles, and the tremendous pain and suffocation of the moment I was hit, flew through the air......

All the consciousness I had lost at that time came back at once, and I experienced it all over again like in a movie.

How can all this be fake!

But if everything just now is true, then what kind of being is I now?

I kept staring at the mirror in a daze.

At this time, the mirror suddenly changed!

Right in my field of vision, "Click!"

A crack appeared in the center of the mirror, and another, another......

It's like a rhizome or branch that grows branches from above, crisscrossing into spider stripes at a rapid pace.

That is, in the blink of an eye, the sound of glass shattering continues.

Eventually, the mirror crackled and shattered, and all the irregular fragments, large and small, fell to the ground and then fell into smaller pieces!

Some of the debris even bounced up and hit me in the legs.

I crouched down in amazement and reached out to pick up a small piece to observe, and it was true!

I still don't believe it, the index finger and thumb are forced, "Z-"

Hurt!

Quickly let go, the glass slag fell, and a small bead of blood immediately appeared on the finger belly.

Now I can't help but believe it: now I am either a soul that has left the flesh, or I am myself.

And it moves freely as usual, neither like a puppet nor a sense of floating.

Oh my God, I slapped my head: "Could it be that the scene with Wang Xinmei tonight is fake?"

But how can that empathetic situation be explained?

I was hesitating to clean up the broken glass ballasts all over the floor.

At this time, the door of my main house slowly opened.

Facing me stood a gray-haired man, nay, a faint figure to be exact.

The facial features were a little blurry, but I felt kind.

I had a hunch, but I wasn't sure.

So, licking my dry lips, I tentatively asked, "Who are you?"

"Hehe~"

The man chuckled: "You dug me out of the soil, and drank wine and went to a banquet together, why, I don't know you!"

Sure enough, I immediately asked him, "What the hell is going on?"

“...... It's better to come into the house and talk, I can't see the light. ”

Uh--this is obviously my home, okay!

I smiled wryly and carefully let the broken glass in.

By the time I sat down on his couch, he had already poured two glasses of wine, picked one up himself, and drank it with his neck tilted.

I thought about it, and it seems that the wine I had drunk from this jar in my dream was true. So he was no longer hypocritical, and he also took a small sip of the cup.

He himself leaned up his neck and had another glass, which was really refreshing, but I couldn't compare with him.

Drinking and chatting can shorten the distance, and I think the same is true for my own relationship with this "non-human".

The drinking friend said that his surname was Chen before his death, and asked me to call him Uncle Chen.

After drinking three glasses, Uncle Chen sealed the wine jar, leaned back comfortably in the chair, and then looked at me calmly and said:

"Knowing your stomach full of doubts, ask. ”

"Well, which one is real, the me I just saw in the mirror or the current me?"

But he asked me, "What do you think?"

The heart said: Of course I think it's all true, but is it possible!

Who knew that I hadn't said it yet, but Uncle Chen seemed to already know my thoughts: "How can it be impossible? Both are you, and things have happened, don't you know best!"

Belch...... But wasn't that what I was hit by a car? I'm dead, but I'm alive, this ...... It's incredible, isn't it?

I took another sip of wine and said to Uncle Chen with a wry smile, "Am I drunk again?"

"Hehehe~"

Chen Bo continued: "What about me? I'm also dead—not only dead but burned to ashes, but I can't still drink and talk to you?" This may sound contradictory, but it's true. But you and I are in a different situation: I'm a ghost, but you're still human. That one you are dead, this one you are alive, so the mirror is broken. ”

I seem to understand a little.

It seems that this mirror saved me.

But the mirror is an object, no matter how great it is, it is just a magic weapon, so I think, to be exact, that it was Uncle Chen who saved me with the mirror, and that should be it.

However, the gray-haired Uncle Chen said that the mirror was arranged by my father, and he did not dare to be greedy for merit, but there was one point, it was he who made me drink the wine, and the effect of the mirror could be stimulated at a critical moment.

After I looked in the mirror, I was indeed divided into two parts, one in two identical worlds, except that one was real and the other was in the mirror.

My death and life are just a reversal of the two worlds corresponding to "me", people die and the mirror is broken.

It's a bit mysterious, but I still get it.

I have another question at my mind.

About everything between me and Wang Xinmei.

Anyway, I only think about it now, and all kinds of closeness to her at that time were probably all seen by Uncle Chen, cough...... But that's not the point, what I want to know most now is, now that the mirror has brought about the changes, is everything between me and her real or unreal?

Uncle Chen smiled at me: "What happened before looking in the mirror is true, but what happened after that no longer exists." ”

I was stunned, my face turned unnaturally red, and then suddenly turned white.

Red is embarrassed, white is what Uncle Chen said, everything after looking in the mirror does not exist.

That is to say, it's okay before, the whole process of me sending Wang Xinmei home is like a plot that has been deleted?

Chen Bo said, that's it.

I was puzzled: "Then why do I remember it clearly?"

Chen Bo said: "Only you remember, the girl's memory now is: you were obsessed with looking in the mirror, let her cry sadly alone, and then rode home alone on a motorcycle." ”

No, no, no, how did this happen? In this way, how will I meet and get along with her in the future! That means that I am not done with her from now on?

No, not really!

I want to cry without tears.

But Uncle Chen said flatly: "Otherwise, what can you do? Compared to being able to pick up a life, this is nothing! People always have to pay a price if they want to get it." ”

"No! I insisted, "If I become such a person in the eyes of her and Brother Biao, then I might as well die quickly!"

Uncle Chen snorted: "You kid is so stupid, even if you really die now, you can't change the fait accompli; I understand, young people, always feel that once you lose love and friendship, the world will collapse; when you pass this period, you will know that this life is not as you thought at the beginning, what you can't let go!"

I retorted to him, the future is the future, but how can I go against my heart now? I am really angry when I think about it: it is obviously the fact that I worked hard all the way to protect the flowers to my home, but in the end, it turned out that I made Wang Xinmei so angry that she went home alone, how will I live in the future!

Alas, I suddenly felt so wronged, the snow in June was amazing!

After struggling with a sad face for a long time, I put down my face and pestered Uncle Chen and asked him to help.

I said, "This, Uncle Chen, for the sake of this jar of wine, can you help think of a way?"

When he heard this, he laughed, pointed at me and kept saying:

"It's so funny, it's so funny......"

According to the meaning of his words:

This one, the wine was buried by the old man of my family, so the favor and face are the old man's, and I call it a tiger skin as a banner, and the name is not right;

Second, he fell asleep in the soil, and he had a mutually beneficial symbiosis with the wine, so he didn't owe me a favor, but could ask me why I woke him up.

Thirdly, he had already told me that the mirror was set up by the old man, and that there was nothing he could do, so if I really wanted to find a way in this regard, it would be better to wait for the old man to come back and discuss it with him myself.

After finishing it, Uncle Chen went to open the wine jar again: "Don't think about it, come on, let's drink!"

However, at this time, I was depressed, how could I have the heart to drink!

Yes, I wasn't actually hit by a car and died, I was scared to death, I was scared to death......

Of course, this Uncle Chen is a very open-minded and funny person, seeing my sullen appearance, he did not sneer to the end, but came to comfort me:

"The so-called car must have a road before the mountain, why bother! Isn't there a poem that says, 'How can you solve your worries?' only Du Kang', Du Kang is hard to find, but I think your wine is good, just used to pour out sorrows, haha!"

Alas, it seems that I am in a catastrophe, and I can't do it without trying all kinds of ways to die.

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