Xingyu walks down the empty streets, occasionally encountering a stall or two selling breakfast and students who are also going to school. He was still holding the book and reading it while walking, but he was always a little absent-minded today, and the content of the book was boring, and he didn't read much along the way.

His school is in the middle of the city's eastern district, not too far from the railway bridge, and he has to walk through a two-story residential area to get there. This school is a key high school in the city, and Xing Yu was also able to enter it with excellent grades, in addition, the school is also mixed, and there are many children of rich families, just from the rows of luxury cars parked in front of the school gate every day.

When passing through a small alley, Xing Yu put the book away, because there are more forks in the road here, and the number of people he meets is gradually increasing, and sometimes if he is not careful, he will really run into people or things.

The breeze slid across his face, dispelling some of the depression that had accumulated in the morning, but he kept his head down and lowered his gaze. Somehow, he couldn't keep up his spirits this morning, and he looked like someone who often stayed up late at work and didn't get a good rest.

As if to confirm that he really didn't get a good rest, he suddenly fell asleep, and his right hand was blocked on his wide open mouth, but the moment he closed his eyes, the scenery suddenly changed in his mind. A vase emerges, in the early spring season, and the flowers on it are blooming bright red and bright, shaking in the wind, as if to show their vitality.

But the frequency of the flower's shaking became faster and faster, and in the end it was almost out of control, as if it was falling from a high altitude. Then a lightning bolt flashed in his mind, and a "bang" sound kept echoing in Xingyu's mind, and then the vase shattered.

Pottery vases, large and small, broken into dozens of pieces, inside the soil

It was scattered everywhere, and the flowers that were originally full of life also looked depressed and fell down.

Then there seemed to be another flash of electricity in his mind, which made Xing Yu slap a wit before he opened his eyes, and he woke up instantly, and the previous sleepiness disappeared completely.

Xingyu, who came to his senses, first turned around, and then touched his hands from head to toe, but found that there was nothing, and there was no broken vase nearby, "It's strange, what happened just now? Why did you suddenly think of those pictures?" he kept muttering to himself.

"Could it be that I have been thinking too much about it in the past two days, and I have thought about it insanely, and if I continue like this, I will not be schizophrenic, I have seen a lot of similar reports!" Then he shook his head again, denying his thoughts, "No! No! The scene just now is really real, even the sound is there, as if it happened in front of me!"

Xingyu in his own words had already stopped moving forward, at this time he shook his head and kept muttering, fortunately there was no one in this small alley at this time, if passers-by saw it, they would definitely think he was a madman.

"It must be something I didn't think of, where was it missed?" He firmly believed that there was something wrong with his thinking, because there was always a vigilance in his heart that drove him to believe, just like another voice of himself living in his heart, from the voice of his heart, Xing Yu still chose to believe.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, Xingyu raised his head sharply and shouted, "That's right, vase!"

He took several steps back, stopping when he was about to exit the alley, and then his eyes swept over the alley in unison. After not finding what he was looking for, Xingyu was not discouraged and continued to search upwards, and finally, he found a vase in the six-story high position of the alley.

The vase was also made of terracotta, and the flowers on it were very beautiful in the reflection of the sunlight, but half of the vase had broken away from the windowsill and hung in the air, leaving the other half barely holding on.

But before Xingyu could sigh any emotion, as a breeze blew, the balance that was enough to support the balance of the vase was finally broken, and the next scene gradually coincided with the scene in his mind just now. The vase fell rapidly, and with a loud "bang", it suddenly shattered into dozens of pieces, and the soil continued to splash.

But Xingyu was not affected in any way, and because he was far enough away, he didn't even splash the dirt. But a trace of fear flashed in his heart, and he patted his chest and said, "I'll be a good girl, if I keep walking over just now, I'm afraid that flower will bloom on my head!"

Because the shadow in his heart was still lingering, he took another detour to pass through this residential area. And when Xingyu returned to the empty street again, he had the leisure to think about what had just happened.

After thinking about it all carefully, he thought it was all incredible. If it is only explained by coincidence, this is too much of a coincidence. And just now, he seemed to be possessed, especially after those images flashed in his mind, in retrospect, it was blurry, and he chose to believe what flashed in his mind without thinking about it at all.

If this were for him in normal times, he would have thrown it aside as if he was cranky and recovered quickly. Because he is really short of time in the third year of high school, he can't stop thinking or thinking at the beginning, and he wastes time for no reason, so it's better to review for a while.

Therefore, distraction is something that he tries his best to restrain himself, and it will be extinguished in time as soon as there is a sign of it, and a specific habit has been formed, but this habit that he maintains today has been broken without any reason.

And in addition, the overlap between the scene in his mind and the reality actually happened to him, which is the great surprise, although he has seen similar reports such as the sixth sense before, but when it really happened to him, Xingyu was still a little stunned.

It's like a poor person who can't get enough to eat, one day he suddenly bought a lottery ticket with only a few dollars left on a whim, and then he was suddenly told that he actually won a prize of several millions, I'm afraid that the person concerned will be a little slow down for a while.

This kind of thing can't be explained at all with the knowledge he has learned so far, but Xingyu is not the kind of person who wastes brain cells in vain, and he simply stops thinking about things that he can't understand, just like grandpa often said, "Don't look for yourself!"

What's more, at the moment, this kind of thing doesn't seem to be a bad thing, but it just helped him avoid a catastrophe of blood. Although he himself was of course a little confused, on the whole, it was still within Xingyu's acceptance.

Then he shook his head, put these things behind him, looked at the table again, and his face changed suddenly, "Oops, I'm almost late!" I was originally walking to school, and with the time spent on delays and detours on the road, it was now close to the time for morning self-study.

Before he had time to think about it, Xingyu took out the speed of the 100-meter race in the school sports meeting and rushed towards the school.