In the past two days since Hong Liang came back from home, it has been rare and quiet in the dormitory, pulling Chen Feng to play games over and over again all day long, changing from DOTA to LOL, and then to DOTA, and the small space is full of violent sound effects. But this afternoon, he didn't know where he had gone, and when he went out, he deliberately freshened up and dressed neatly. Maybe it's the summer heat and the animals are in heat.

At this moment, Chen Feng was lying on the bed stupidly and boredly looking at the black Xiaomi mobile phone. The screen is full of boring information, as well as gossip and scandals of various celebrities. The small mobile phone almost encompasses the complexity of the whole world, and the cold and heat of the world are like grains pouring down from the granary, each independent of each other, and when they come together, it is a torrent.

But how is this torrent different from thousands of years ago? There are still countless firewood, rice, oil and salt, and endless parents are short. People of all colors pay attention to the world of all kinds of people, and the rich and noble people look even richer, and occasionally give a little scrap to win the praise of the world. And what about the poor? Or several generations have cultivated a noble son, and once turned over to become noble. Or while praying with his mouth open for the cold burn of the rich and noble, while angrily scolding the rich must be unkind.

Annoying, tired. Holding up the phone, I didn't know what to look at, but when I threw it down, I felt like I was instantly isolated from this world, and I was at a loss.

After all, he jumped out of bed with all his strength, lazily took out the clothes that had not been touched for half a summer, and walked towards the experimental building step by step.

The afternoon sun was the hottest, and the sun burned on the almost bare scalp, and it felt like the little hair left was about to be burned. There was not a single wrinkle on a fleshy black face, and the moment it was illuminated by the sun's rays, a layer of sweat immediately covered the entire head, like a mirror on the head. Forced to cross a section of concrete road in front of the cafeteria, the sun above his head and the roasting on the soles of his feet seemed to make him a crispy and oily roast duck at any time. He had even begun to smell the smell of roast duck on his body, but the fly in the ointment was that there was still a drawer of steamed cakes and a green onion.

The air conditioner in the laboratory building is always turned on very much, and I get goosebumps as soon as I step through the door. Because it was a holiday, there was no noise in the building, only the roar of the huge exhaust fan in the distance. Heavy footsteps on the shady staircase, the whole staircase seemed to tremble with his footsteps. If it was usual, when the fingerprint lock was opened with a "tick", the senior brothers and sisters would have already twisted their heads and waited for him to come in, betting on when he would collapse the entire building. But today it was very deserted, only the senior sister was there, staring at the fluorescent curve on the computer screen.

Hearing someone coming in, the senior sister quickly wiped her eyes, but turned her head with a confused face. Obviously cried, with bloodshot eyes, trying to squeeze out a smile, but her feelings undoubtedly defeated her.

"What's wrong, senior sister?" Chen Feng's concern seemed to be more like knowingly asking, Senior Sister has been in this laboratory for five years, and it has long been rumored that she will not be able to graduate successfully this time. After all, a PhD isn't that easy to get.

"It's postponed!"

The senior sister's tone was crying, which was an indescribable grievance. She didn't seem to expect any relief from the people who came in, but she seemed to have gotten a little relief. At least now she is no longer accompanied by a roaring fume hood and a pungent smell of solvents, even if someone just sits quietly, even if he doesn't speak, it is already a gift to her.

And he really didn't speak, just sighed, waved the sweat in his hands, and sat down heavily.

"Senior sister, I'm sick."

He also stared blankly at the curves on the screen, as if there was something unusual magic about the red lines that caught his eyes. The two big hands were weakly entangled, and the thick thumbs rubbed unconsciously. The black tourist shoes inlaid with red rubbed off a little water stain on the ground unwillingly, and the blue thin jeans rubbed a little rustling sound.

"It's been more than a month, and it hurts a lot." He sighed, and finally did not throw out the secret in his heart.

Who can you talk to? If there was a little possibility, he didn't even want Hong Liang to know. But it had happened, and even he couldn't do anything about it. There was a faint worry in my heart, and there seemed to be an inexplicable nervousness pressing on my heart. He didn't know what it was, so he could only stare at the computer and continue to rub his fingers.

"You're about to graduate, and your teacher recommended you to go abroad for a doctorate, have you thought about it?" The senior sister diverted the topic, perhaps she felt that the depression of the two could only make her more uncomfortable.

"No, I don't want to go to school anymore."

"I also regret my PhD." The senior sister said in a daze, "Why did I quit my job to study for a doctorate?" ”

"Senior sister should start a family."

She didn't speak, swallowed hard, and nodded slightly.

Walking out of the laboratory, the sky has faded from its bright coat, but it still holds the fiery stove in its arms. Walking back to the dormitory slowly, I couldn't wait to take off the trousers and T-shirt that bound my whole body, and washed off the sweat on my body with satisfaction, sitting on the chair only to find that I had nothing to do before the long night came.

This is also a kind of sadness! It's a little late to go out to play, it's a little early to eat, it's too boring to stay in the house, and I'm not interested in playing games.

Sitting naked and cross-legged on the hard chair, wondering how he had come to live like this. Since when did the naughty boy who couldn't be idle all day be gone, and just a melancholy black fat man who looked exactly the same was sitting here.

I slapped my thigh hard, and I remembered a "bang" in the cramped dormitory. Standing up angrily, he opened the wardrobe and pulled out a set of black basketball uniforms, climbed into his sandals and ran downstairs.

The reins wandered around the world, but unknowingly ran into the Chinese University. Don't get me wrong, he really doesn't have the heart to look at beautiful women today, and Chen Feng's appearance is really not the type that is easy to hook up with girls. Although he has always been reluctant to admit that although his appearance is indeed very flattering, his appearance is not handsome, and it is by no means the one that girls are obsessed with. He was just walking, shaking his body and walking slowly, until the stuffiness was mixed with a hint of coolness.

He likes this little garden very much, and when he has nothing to do, he comes here to sit, as long as there are no couples kissing on the benches, the environment is still very pleasant. The rich, pungent scent of the lilacs has long since disappeared, and the air is filled with the smell of freshly pruned grass. A lot of people love the taste, and so does he.

But a strange thought flashed in this big head, and only for a moment, but it made him laugh for five minutes without stopping. Seriously, he's stupid like that.

Is grass really incense? For people, this is indeed refreshing, but for the flowers and trees next to it, isn't this a kind of "flesh and blood"? In the eyes of the grass and trees, this picture and this smell must be very terrifying!

I don't know if I'm right or wrong. Senior sister's lost eyes flew in front of his eyes, and the couple who passed him by at the gate of the hospital two days ago. Maybe Hong Liang is right, go back to the past and help them revise their own history, and they should become happy.

It's just that he himself is not sure, history can be revised, but can happiness be repeated?

Follow the imprint in your mind, and look for the entangled husband and wife from the chaotic silk threads. They are so ordinary, so ordinary that you won't notice their past in your life. What should he do? And what to do?

Following the footsteps of the husband and wife, they found the girl on the hospital bed, with big eyes, long eyelashes, silky delicate skin, and a pair of small hands holding their beloved doll tightly. If it weren't for the blue mask and the bare scalp, what kind of warm and intoxicating picture would it be?

Standing in front of her, Chen Feng couldn't see the future of the child. Not only because he didn't have the mana of the sun god, but also because he clearly felt that the time left for the child was very short.

Walking in the gap between time and space, the child's father could not see the wind god standing in front of him. Tiredly sitting on a chair in the hospital hallway, staring blankly at the fluorescent lamp above his head, casting no light.

The child's mother came back with fluffy hair, not knowing where she had gone, and the non-woven bag in her hand was dangling and obviously containing something. He opened the bag and took out two fist-sized buns from it and handed them to the young father, who did not move. He raised the bun to his lips and opened his mouth forcefully, but it only opened a slit. I forced myself to take a bite, but only a little bit was left in my mouth. Chewing slowly, his eyes looked at the door of the sterile ward, which was just a door, but it seemed to separate life and death from the world.

She seemed to chew for a long time, and was finally ready to swallow. It's just that the little bit of bun that has been broken is stuck in her throat. The young mother finally couldn't hold back any longer, and grinned silently, hoping to get a little support from her husband's shoulder, but the husband still looked powerlessly at the light that could not see the light.

The sobbing was still silent, and the young face snuggled up to her husband's shoulder, beating her lover's chest with her hand, and the warm bun filling fell out of the miserable white plastic bag. And that broad chest only shook slightly, and a pair of once strong eyes stared at the light in front of them.

It turns out that heartbreak can be like this, not a cry of helplessness, but a silence of despair.

The picture of heartbreak in front of the puddle shocked Chen Feng's eyes, and he could clearly feel the soft bodies left behind by the two boys who had just died. The despair of the two families enveloped him at that moment, as if the scene in front of him was squeezing his chest, almost suffocating.

Sigh, seize the child's time, and travel along the young life through her short life.

Not far away, I don't know who blocked Chen Feng's footsteps, it was a familiar figure, hesitating along the silk thread of life.

It was Hong Liang, who traced the girl's past little by little, as if he was looking at the old movie tape, carving every frame into his mind. Whether it's every movement, every smile, every trembling, and every light and shade on the screen.

"Why are you here?"

He found Chen Feng and almost shook off the film in his hand nervously. For some reason, he was a little reluctant to see his best friend, especially here. But he had been longing to see him here, persuading him to accompany him through every frame and help him remove every flaw.

"Don't you want to save her?"

There was accusation in his tone, but he didn't have the slightest intention of driving Chen Feng away. Maintaining the posture of Fang Cai, he continued to look at the film in his hand, but there was no way to calm down in his heart.

"Can you find a way? Don't let her get sick. Chen Feng picked up a piece of silk thread and calmly joined the review team. It's just that Hong Liang can see clearly, his hands are shaking, he is hesitating, maybe because there is no way, maybe because he has broken his principles.