The red flag was waving in the distance, and his eyes were gradually blurred, and Shi Ling was trapped in the void, and he could only watch everything happen.

Zhao Xingbang had no bullets in the gun, and she asked Xi Jin for help, and Xi Jin didn't know which modern history museum got the old-fashioned bullets from. The bullet saved the company commander's life, but in the end, it did not prevent his death.

is like a pebble, thrown into the long river of history, and it can't be shocked at all.

In the blink of an eye, the battlefield in front of her vanished as she stood in an old-fashioned steam train car.

In the carriage, there are scholars wearing glasses to read newspapers, guards in military uniforms, singers with graceful postures, and modern girls returning from abroad...... The floating world is blurred, and all living beings are diverse.

The train sped through the devastated flats as if it had traveled through the wilderness of time.

Shi Ling walked in the train aisle, and the people in the carriage seemed to be doing the original thing as if she didn't exist, and they didn't feel surprised or strange at her sudden appearance.

She felt as if she was out of time, out of place with everything in the world, but intimately connected.

"Anyway, how do you go back? Black and white impermanence is not taught. ”

Shi Ling muttered to herself, and walked forward with confidence, and suddenly, after walking to the next section of the carriage, she looked at the passengers in the carriage and the barren outside the window, and a strange sense of familiarity suddenly came to her heart.

Shi Ling's eyes swept across the carriage, and when he saw the cheongsam woman by the window, he suddenly grabbed the aura that flashed just now.

The woman......

She wore a warm white cheongsam embroidered with strange patterns, those patterns were like ancient charms, faintly glowing with light gold in the sun, her long hair was half-pulled up by a silver crescent tassel hairpin, and the green silk behind her hung down on her shoulders, her posture was elegant and her temperament was unbeatable.

She turned her back to Shi Ling and looked out of the window for a long time, obviously sitting in the crowded carriage, but she seemed to be sitting alone on the vast tower, looking indifferently and compassionately at the unstoppable helplessness of the world.

Shi Ling remembered!

This is the painting that Li Zhining gave her!

This scene is exactly the same as the scene in that painting!

Who is Li Zhining, and why can she foresee all this?

Just when Shi Ling was in doubt, the girl sitting by the window looked back at her with a feeling.

In an instant, the barren wilderness outside the train burned into the sky, and the floating life in the carriage was as still as a picture scroll.

In this still wasteland of time, she suddenly stared at her a few steps away from her and a hundred years of time.

At this moment, both of them were suddenly stunned.

Shi Ling looked at the person sitting by the window in disbelief, the independent cheongsam girl had exactly the same face. If it weren't for the different clothes, Shi Ling would even think that he was looking in the mirror!

Moreover, this girl is different from the others in the carriage, she can see her!

Shi Ling originally wanted to shout "", but she couldn't say it to the elegant girl with a dusty temperament, at this moment her mind was chaotic, a little dizzy, but her eyes were full of curiosity: "Who are you?" Why do we look the same? ”

The cheongsam girl just had a slight look in her eyes, as if she had an epiphany, looked at her and smiled, "Shi Ling." ”

She has the same timbre as her, but she is very gentle, like the mother of thousands of living beings on the earth.

Her voice was gentle and ethereal, making Shi Ling a little confused for a while, whether she was answering her or calling her name.

Shi Ling's eyes were full of inquiry: "You know me? ”

The cheongsam girl smiled and nodded her head, and the next moment, the distance between them was suddenly narrowed, and she was standing in front of the girl.

Shi Ling looked at the girl who was close at hand, an indescribable mood stirred in her heart, and after a long time, she held back a sentence: "You are so beautiful." ”

The cheongsam girl was slightly stunned and couldn't help laughing.

Shi Ling hurriedly explained: "I'm really not narcissistic, you are really beautiful, I have never seen such a good-looking person as you." ”

The cheongsam girl covered her mouth and smiled: "Then look in the mirror more." ”

Shi Ling was a little depressed, feeling that he had explained in vain.

The cheongsam girl suddenly beckoned to her, signaling Shi Ling to bow her head.

For some reason, normal people should be more frightened when they meet someone with the same appearance as themselves, but Shi Ling looked at this woman more kindly, as if in this world, no matter who she is, only she can never hurt her. There was a strange sense of fatalism that told her that she could always trust the person in front of her.

Shi Ling complied with some doubts.

The girl reached out and touched her head, leaned closer to her ear, and winked at her with a playful agility that was different from her reserved and elegant appearance, "I like you very much." ”

At this moment, the god is also a girl.

Shi Ling felt that the top of her hair was slightly warm, as if a warm current was injected into her body from her Tianling Gai, which was gentle and did not make waves, and there was no rejection reaction at all.

Shi Ling had a lot of doubts in her heart, but when she just wanted to ask, she quickly broke away from everything around her, and the picture-like scene disappeared in front of her as if she had been burned by fire.

She could vaguely hear the girl's soft, ethereal voice.

It's like a god whispering.

She said, "Shi Ling, goodbye." ”

……

The lights flickered and flickered again, and it seemed as if the still streets had resumed their previous traffic in just a moment.

Shi Ling looked at the familiar city streets, and there was no more Zhao Xingbang in front of him.

Everything that happened before, whether it was Zhao Xingbang, the irreversible battlefield, or the cheongsam girl with the same face as her on the train, was like a dream.

Suddenly, she felt a hot gaze watching her.

She raised her eyes and looked up, and saw a girl in a black Lolita skirt on the opposite commercial high-rise, her chin exposed under the wide brim of her hat raised slightly at her.

Shi Ling frowned, "Xiba." ”

Cyra, who was about to leave, stumbled to her feet and glared at her through the black gauze hat as if it were substance.

Her voice pierced through the noisy streets to her ear: "I, yes, past, pull!" ”

It's a bit of a gnashing of teeth.

As Silla's black figure disappeared in place, Uncle Hades, who was wearing a Meituan rider uniform on the side of the road, also twisted his motorcycle and rejoined the delivery team.

When he passed by Shi Ling's side, he felt Shi Ling's gaze fall on him for a moment, and he was so shocked that a cold sweat broke out on his back, and he subconsciously accelerated away.

"Shi Ling, why did you come here?"

A sedan stopped next to it, and the passenger seat window was pulled down, revealing Qin Yuan's bright face.

Shi Ling was a little surprised, "Lingering? Are you looking for me? ”

"Get in the car. After coming out of the Jingjia Villa, I remembered that Zhao Xingbang's predecessor was in the hospital for the New Year, and I wanted to go with you to pay him a New Year's greeting, but I didn't contact you, but I heard from Xi Jinna that you took your predecessor away. What about the seniors? Qin Yuan got out of the car and sat in the back row with Shi Ling in his arms, and asked with some doubts.

Shi Ling: "He went back." ”

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Guess Shi Ling's identity (in the mythological system) and who Cyra is~