The word "time travel" was born in 1994. The representative work is Teacher Huang Yi's "Looking for Qin". Once it was released, it caused a widespread trend of time travel novels, and even once this trend spread until today in 2011. There are countless online novels with

The article with the entry "time travel" has introduced this concept into thousands of households. Even an 80-year-old man can understand its meaning and express his deep hope that he can "time travel" back to the Anti-Japanese War era to sacrifice his life for the motherland.

For a moment, Chu Zihang thought he had traveled through time. He returned from the summer of 2011 to the rainy night before 2004. The passage of seven years was brought back to the beginning of the story by this rainstorm.

The sky-blue school flag that was blown and trembling on the playground was facing towards the city covered with thunder and dark clouds. Thunder flashed under the black clouds, and the whole world was dyed gray and white. The rain washed away the faces of passers-by.

Cheeks, both looked down on each other's expressions, and could only suddenly catch a glimpse of the pale faces illuminated by thunder and lightning.

Thoughts and memories that were too long ago came to mind. Chu Zihang had spent countless nights building that castle on the beach of memory, just so that those precious things could stay on the shore longer when the tide came, but today he was on the beach.

I walked into this castle, stood on the top of the city wall, looked down at the black clouds that pressed over the city, and felt the single eye hidden in the cracks of thunder and lightning watching the campus.

"Hypnosis" gone wrong.

This was Chu Zihang's immediate reaction. According to Lin Xian's description, this Yanling should take him to find that lost memory, but now he has returned to this unforgettable scene that he will never forget.

The heavy rain has been in Chu Zihang's heart for twenty years. In that heavy rain, the shadow of the fourteen-year-old boy remained on the elevated road forever. Now, seven years later, he walked into the rain again, like an old friend.

Reunion.

So now even if he realizes that there is something wrong with the "hypnosis" process, what can he do? With no defense and no resistance, he has fallen into a state of "deep hypnosis", and thunders are heard in the sky.

Come on, maybe in the study room in reality, someone was beating gongs and drums in his ears, or even stabbed his heart inch by inch with a knife, and he wouldn't be able to detect it, right?

The cold wind on the playground blew through the walkway on the ground floor of the teaching building. The cold wind mixed with drizzle poured in. The air was bitingly cold. Chu Zihang's right hand subconsciously touched his collar and touched a soft blouse. Yes, that

One day he was dressed exactly like this. If this was just a dream, it would be too real.

"Hey! Liu Miaomiao Liu Miaomiao! Please give me a ride!" The vague human voice in the distance was carried by the cold wind and rain. Chu Zihang looked over and saw a familiar voice. It was a junior student wearing a uniform.

The boy in school uniform was hiding under the eaves of the diagonal teaching building and shouting into the rain.

The name Liu Miaomiao was not unfamiliar to Chu Zihang, and the boy from the lower grade who was shouting was even more familiar to him. He knew him. That was Lu Mingfei. It was just the Lu Mingfei from seven years ago, squatting in the corner with his schoolbag.

With it on his head, he looked as embarrassed as a drowned dog.

This boy always seems to be like this, so cowardly that people can't help but pull him, or step on him with bad intentions.

"Lu Mingfei, go on your own! My house is not in the same direction as yours!" came the familiar reply. The driver held an umbrella, and the tall girl in the white skirt lowered her head and walked toward the black BMW. She looked back at Chu before entering.

Zihang glanced in the direction, and finally got into the back seat at the driver's urging and closed the door, blocking the line of sight back and forth.

The BMW slid silently into the rain curtain, its taillights were frighteningly red, and the frail figure under the eaves suddenly rushed out, as if it was about to race with the BMW. It fled into the heavy rain like a bereaved dog, and the figure gradually blurred from sight.

Everything was exactly the same as that day, except that this time Chu Zihang did not reach out to try to retain the bad boy. Even if he had time this time, he did not do so.

Because if everything is so real, then the following stories, those stories that have rolled through his mind thousands of times, will also be played out step by step.

Chu Zihang reached into his trouser pocket, and sure enough he touched the old-fashioned mobile phone. He took it out and flipped the cover. The touch of opening the seam of the cover with his thumb was so strangely familiar. Every scratch and every wear and tear on this phone was...

The buttons were all taking him towards the depths of the rainstorm.

[It’s raining heavily, can you come pick me up? 7:12]

[Okay, okay, no problem! Wait at school, I’ll be there in a minute! 7:13]

Those were two text messages engraved in his memory, and they were also the last messages sent on that man's cell phone. He remembered every detail of that night in his heart.

He typed into the text message box on his phone, but it was empty, with nothing in it.

Heavy rain poured down, and tens of thousands of tons of flood water washed away the city. Suddenly, the city seemed bigger, vast and vast, pulling people's stone-like hearts into the distance.

Downstairs, a boy wearing a smock stood still for a long time and closed his flip phone.

He actually forgot that he deleted those two text messages himself, and he would delete all the text messages he had with that man. He was afraid that "Dad" would see it and it would have bad effects. How stupid, but how true.

At the moment when the phone closed and made a crisp sound, the memory of that man was like a flood flowing backwards along the heavy rain outside the eaves and gradually submerged him. There was him riding on the man's neck and shouting "drive, drive, drive"; there was a man who paid in advance

The salary bought him the only valuable toy, a set of rail trains; of course, there was also the most stunning and last image of the man in his life, standing there majestic with a 'Godly Sword' in his hand.

In front of the dark shadow, the trousers were blown by the strong wind.

He stretched out his hand and tried to hold the water curtain hanging from the eaves. His grip was empty, because the water flow could not be stopped. Veins like twisted tree roots burst out from his closed five fingers, but what he really grasped was

The force pulling him inside was pitifully small. Every detail was pulling him towards the 14-year-old boy. Their shadows gradually overlapped, and even the cold feeling of the heavy rain touching his neck became more real.

What followed was a heart-piercing coldness.

After a long time, Chu Zihang withdrew his hand. He knew what was waiting for him in the deepest and darkest place of the rainy night, but now he didn't care so much. The "hypnosis" was still going on, and he didn't know what to do.

Stop him, but he probably won't try to stop. Those black pupils are full of emotions that others can't understand.

After closing the flip phone, he put it into his trouser pocket. The only sound in his ears was the roar of the rainstorm. Even if it was a coincidence, he came to the wrong place at the wrong time. The development of the whole thing was wrong and deviated from the original intention.

, but he wanted to try to do something right amidst all the chaos.

—

Footsteps sounded deep in the corridor, someone was approaching.

Chu Zihang, who was alone and silent under the eaves, turned back instantly, his eyes like knives.

Even if we go back to seven years ago, what exists in this young body is the soul of the ace of the executive department seven years later. He can feel everything that he could not feel in the past. His bloodline has not yet awakened, but as a mixed-race

His will to kill has never faded.

But when he turned around, he saw someone he thought he should never see here.

It was a boy in the lower grade. His school uniform was exactly the same as that of Lu Mingfei seven years ago. On his feet was a pair of white Nike shoes that did not look too real. The boy did not wait for Chu Zihang to react and squatted down.

beside him.

"Waiting for someone? Still can't go home?" the boy asked.

"Lin Nian?" He called out the boy's name.

"How do you know my name, my name is written on my face?"

Strange dialogue, strange memories.

Chu Zihang stood there in silence for a long time, quietly looking at the boy squatting next to him. He was digging through his memory to find spots that could overlap with them, but in the end he couldn't find anything.

In his memory, he had never seen this boy that day.

"Do we know each other?" Chu Zihang suddenly asked.

"This sentence should be me asking you, do we know each other?" The boy looked at Chu Zihang with a strange look in his eyes, "It was you who called my name first."

The boy did not know Chu Zihang, which was tentatively consistent with Chu Zihang's memory, because he remembered that the first time he met the boy was on the basketball court. The friendship between the center and the forward gradually became more familiar after that.

He got up. But why did he see Lin Nian here and have a conversation with him that he had never remembered?

"We don't know each other, I just know your name." Chu Zihang said.

"Am I famous?" the boy asked, pointing to his face, "or do I have my own name written on my face."

"As a transfer student from the junior high school, your entrance exam score was number one, you were praised for your speech under the national flag, and the president of the high school student union personally issued you a letter of admission." Chu Zihang said.

He reacted quickly and immediately thought of an excuse. This reason was impeccable, because the first time Lin Nian's name appeared in his memory was during the speech under the national flag. He still remembered that Lin Nian was wearing a shirt with the noble bird printed on it that day.

He was wearing a white T-shirt with a logo, black casual pants, and a pair of white Nike sneakers. The girls in the audience were all whispering about how handsome this junior was and whether they could get his phone number after class.

There are not many people who can steal Chu Zihang's limelight, and Lin Nian is one of them. Remembering each other is a sign of sympathy between masters? Or maybe it's a mutual affinity between current and secondary players? Who knows.

"You are Chu Zihang, right? You often speak under the flag, and I remember you too." The boy said, "Girls often discuss you, and so do boys. They say you are the 'pinnacle of Shilan' and Lin Tian wearing a baby girl."

benefit."

"Burberry?"

"Oh yes, that's it. I don't know much about brand names." The boy nodded without any embarrassment about mistaking luxury brands.

"Why are you here?" Chu Zihang directly asked the question that mattered to him most, without too much pulling, because he took the time to look at the mud and plowed lawn left by the gradually emptying playground, knowing that he

Time is running out.

"Your question is very strange. Anyone with eyes can see that I am trapped like you." The boy pointed to the heavy rain outside the eaves that showed no signs of stopping. "The radio station said that the typhoon has entered the country, and tonight there will be level 10

The wind is strong and there is a red rainstorm warning. My home is far away from the school. If I want to walk back, it will be difficult. I’m afraid taxis won’t do business in this weather, right? Besides, I don’t have any money with me.”

"I can lend it to you." Chu Zihang touched his back pocket, and there were indeed two large amounts of cash in it. "Dad" was always never stingy with pocket money. This was what he said most often to Chu Zihang at that time.

That is: "If you have any difficulties, ask dad. You are dad's child, and dad will definitely satisfy you."

According to "Dad's" economic level, this sentence is not a boast. During that time, "Dad's" company had already begun to have contacts with the Black Prince Group, which was booming in the city. Any employee who saw Chu Zihang would be very dramatic.

Call him "Master" politely.

"Are you rich?" The boy heard Chu Zihang's words without hesitation and looked this guy up and down.

"I have no money, but my family is rich."

"Wow." The boy raised his eyebrows. He didn't know whether Chu Zihang was being honest or showing off, but to be honest, there was nothing wrong with Chu Zihang's words. At this time, he really had no money. A 14-year-old child

Tuition fees and pocket money were all funded by his family, and it was not until he reached university that he became truly financially independent.

"Forget it." The boy scratched his head and still rejected Chu Zihang, "With this weather, I guess taxi drivers want to go home early, right? Even if you have money, you may not be able to get a taxi."

"You" Chu Zihang wanted to say that you can come with me, but in the end he fell into silence.

After a moment, he said again, "You can run out and find a way to take the bus. You can take the No. 6 bus to the subway station."

"Together?" The boy looked at Chu Zihang.
To be continued...