The weather outside the window is very gloomy, the wind and rain are coming, the clouds are thick, the TV in the living room is broadcasting the weather forecast, and the beautiful anchor inside reports that there will be a typhoon in the port city tonight, reminding the citizens to delay their travel plans and do a good job of protection.

"I hope that today is also a day of world peace."

I sat on a wicker chair on the balcony, my eyes retracting from the sky, and lit a cigarette.

The vagaries of the weather are really inconsequential for someone like me who loves to stay at home, and the only good thing is that the occasional shower in my ears can spark some inspiration.

My name is He Tianran, I am Chinese New Year's Eve one year old today, and I am a screenwriter who is not in the limelight.

It would have been an ordinary day as usual, if it weren't for that text message yesterday.

The sender was a high school classmate of mine, she was an actress, and the content was very simple, a photo of her with a fan, and the text was that this fan was very much like me.

To be honest, the fan's portrait in that photo is so blurry that I can't tell what they look like, am I just a mosaic in her eyes?

And there are thousands of people in this world, and it is not uncommon for them to look alike.

Of course, there's no need to make a fuss if it ends here.

However, since last year, I have had some strange problems with me, and I often recall many memories in and off in my head that I should not forget.

Yes, memories that should not be forgotten.

It took me a long time to put these memories together, some about the future and some about the past, but the scene I came up with made me tremble with excitement after recovering my memory.

I used a small part of my memories to write an article that I didn't intend to publish.

In order to confirm the arrival of this moment.

It was about half past three in the afternoon, and the doorbell rang.

I opened the door, and there was a beautiful woman standing outside the door, she was my high school classmate, her name was Wen Liang.

And behind her, there was a tall young man, about five or six centimeters taller than me, with long hair tied back neatly, very artistic, and it could be seen that he was in very good shape, dressed in a straight suit, heroic and shapely, unlike me, who had made a lot of fortune in recent years.

I noticed that he had the same tear mole in the same corner of my eye as me.

It may be that the young man saw me with a little blank in his eyes.

I knew he was at a loss, because the two of us were too much alike, but not so much alike.

Like, refers to the facial features; No, refers to the state of mind.

I am sloppy and sloppy, my work and rest are irregular, I stay up late all year round to write, leaving heavy dark circles and occupational diseases, coupled with a big addiction to smoking, the whole person looks sick, and mental malaise has long become a norm, so it is difficult to compare with this kind of seventeen or eighteen-year-old young people.

"Come in."

I turned around and let them into the room, then I walked to the fridge and pulled out a can of cold beer, opened it and took a sip.

During this time, I felt the gaze behind me, and I didn't have to guess that the kid must still be staring at me.

"Natural ......"

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Wen Liang called me, and the kid and I both responded at the same time.

Silence spread between the three of us.

"You seem to ...... Know what I'm going to look like. ”

In the end, it was the boy with my name, who frowned, and was the first to speak.

I took the beer, sat straight on the sofa, ignored him, swept my eyes to the overwhelmed Wen Liang, and said with a smile:

"I didn't expect you to accept it quite quickly, you saw him yesterday? What did he tell you at the time? Through? Or did I wake up from sleep and be eighteen years old again? ”

The two people in front of them were stunned by the rhetorical question I blurted out.

"You...... Know him? ”

My high school classmate obviously hadn't slowed down, and I liked her expression, surprised and confused, like the fool who stood on the school stage and confessed to her.

"You know, we're all alone, of course there's telepathy or something, you say...... He Natural. ”

I looked at the boy, who should be able to read what I was saying, and after a few seconds, he nodded.

Warm eyes wandered back and forth between me and him, "Then you ...... now"

"Now I want to talk to him alone."

I interrupted her, got up and walked to the door, opened it again, and looked back at the two of them, which should have been very clear.

Wen Liang hesitated in place and didn't know what to do, and I comforted her with that young man:

"It's okay, give us a little time."

“…… Well. ”

Wen Liang turned his head and walked slowly towards me, his tone soft: "There is a typhoon tonight...... He ...... at night."

"If you live with me, I can't kick 'myself' out."

I smiled and said, she still seemed a little uneasy, and continued, "Do you still have food in the refrigerator?" There shouldn't be takeaway on typhoon days, do you need me to buy some back and make it for you in advance......"

I was amused by her words, and raised my hand to point at the boy: "Are you concerned about him," and then pointed to myself: "Are you still concerned about me?" ”

I can see that she was hurt by my words, I rarely see her crying, every time she comes to see me, she is smiling and energetic, and at this moment, her eyes are slightly red, her eyes are looking straight at me, and she stubbornly said:

"I'm caring about He Tianran!"

I squinted at the young man who was already angry on his face, I softened my tone and said to Wen Liang:

"I know you're good to me, but there are some things I have to talk to him about individually, it's important, trust me."

Wen Liang stared at me for a long time and was silent, then finally nodded and walked out of the door with a lonely expression.

"Drive carefully."

Before closing the door, I made a special instruction, but unfortunately she seemed to be a little distracted and did not answer.

"I met Cao Aiqing yesterday."

The young man behind him spoke coldly.

"Wen Liang is still at the door and hasn't gone far, maybe you can still hear it, are you sure you want to go straight in so quickly?"

A warning successfully made the teenager shut up.

I looked through the cat's eye to confirm that Wen Liang had really left, and then slowly turned around and smiled at my other self.

I hurriedly took a can of Coke from the fridge again and put it in front of him, I knew he wouldn't take it now, but in a minute, he would definitely drink it.

"You met Cao Aiqing, and then? Not what you imagined? I sat across from him and asked flatly.

"She said, you are a parasite attached to Wen Liang. This sentence woke me up, you are still resentful of the pranks of the year, you have been taking advantage of Wen Liang's guilt towards you, eating away at her heart step by step, the more you are willing to fall, the more embarrassed you are, the more you don't accept her help to you, the more she will blame herself, thinking that you are now completely caused by her back then! ”

The "He Tianran" in front of me was filled with righteous indignation, and his eyes were on fire, as if he was going to swallow me in the next second, and I even wanted to applaud his reasoning.

After speaking, he seemed to be very annoyed, lowered his head, and muttered to himself: "I should have guessed it a long time ago...... She told me...... My scheming is nothing compared to yours, and she told me not to make people who are good to her sad...... I should have guessed it a long time ago......"

I was disgusted by this hindsight, "So, you think that the purpose of your crossing this time is to prevent the source of all this tragedy, for example, to let Wen Liang not be reborn, right?" ”

"You ......"

Looking at the dumb boy who was broken by me, until after a while, his eyes moved to the Coke can in front of him, his throat squirmed slightly, I am sure that he wants to take a sip and calm down now.

He asked in a deep voice, "How do you know that Wen Liang will be reborn?" She was clearly ...... after you died. And, how do you know about those experiences I have? It's like ......."

"Looks like I've experienced it myself, right?"

I responded to him in the same tone.

In the living room, we look at each other like in a mirror.

"Leave your question to me to answer the next question......

After thinking for a moment, I leaned forward a little, and my tone was full of curiosity, and asked—

"You, what week is He Tianran?"

The first person is written from the perspective of Young He Tiantian, and will only be used in this chapter or in this episode.

(End of chapter)