"I am Xiao Qiang!"

"I am Xiao Qiang!"

Two sentences, one before and the other after, all come from the same mouth.

The young man lay on the ground, supported himself with his hands, stared at the ground blankly, and suddenly said, "I am Xiao Qiang", and then said, "I am Xiao Qiang", and then he never moved again.

After a long time, he said in confusion: "Who am I?"

To outsiders, there is no difference between Xiao Qiang and Xiao Qiang in terms of pronunciation, but for him, of course, he knew that these were two different names. Now, his brain was in chaos, and the two names appeared one after another, making it difficult for him to tell whether he was Xiao Qiang or Xiao Qiang.

"I want to find a place to think about it carefully. It's all too confusing!" The boy patted his head and tried hard to get up. He threw his schoolbag on the ground. Another thought came to his mind again, "I want to go to class quickly, otherwise I will be punished by the old woman to stand again!"

The two consciousnesses belonging to Xiao Qiang and Xiao Qiang issued instructions respectively, which made the young man feel at a loss. After sitting on the ground for a long time, he still couldn't get up.

This alley is very narrow, only one meter wide stone road, and you can't pass by cars and don't even have drainage sewers.

There are long blue brick houses on both sides, and the low eaves are a little taller than people. The blue brick walls are a bit dilapidated and the door cannot be seen. It seems that neither side has opened the door in this narrow alley. No wonder it is so deserted, and there is no one in the figure.

There are a few clouds in the sky, and under the sunlight, there are many rays of rays. I don’t know if it is the sun or the sunset.

The boy was stunned on the ground for a long time, and the consciousness belonging to Xiao Qiang gradually gained the upper hand: "I... am I Xiao Qiang? Am I traveling through time or being reborn? It seems to be ancient?"

Another memory that claimed to be Xiao Qiang cursed: "In ancient times, this was 1987!" Then, this consciousness quickly subsided and there was no trace of it.

1987?

Xiao Qiang struggled in the blood-colored vortex for a long time, and all his memories became a mess. He clearly remembered the whole process after being hit by a Buick car, and also remembered the past. He did not forget food, clothing, food, clothing, housing and transportation. However, the blood-colored vortex messed up his memories in a mess, and even more forgot which era he came from!

At this time, he was like a hard disk with a partition table deleted. All the data was there, but without index encoding sorting, he could not organize the data into a complete file.

In 1987, it should be the ancient times. His memories were chaotic, and he just couldn't remember the age to which he belonged. The details would not go wrong. At least he remembered that the road should be cement, not bluestone slabs, and these black tiled bungalows. In his memory, only rural areas still retained such old buildings, and when he fell down, he was clearly facing a vast city.

All of this tells him that the era he came from must be much more advanced than in 1987!

So, this should be ancient!

Xiao Qiang's eyes fell on his schoolbag. Did there be such schoolbags in ancient times? Although the style is very old, there is no essential difference from modern schoolbags. It's really strange.

He held up his schoolbag, which was a blue one-shouldered schoolbag, with a cartoon Sun Wukong pattern on the front, which was a thermoplastic plastic product.

A sudden burst of wailing noise came from behind him, which scared Xiao Qiang. When he turned around, the old blue brick wall behind him was still there, and the singing of Peking Opera came from the bungalow.

radio!

Xiao Qiang shivered, saying that, I haven't been back for too long, and there are semiconductor and electronic devices!

His memory was deviated. He remembered the details but couldn't remember the era he belonged to. He was originally confused, afraid of falling into an era when everything was backward. Now, if there are electronic devices, it would not be too far apart.

In a state of great excitement, Xiao Qiang felt dizzy and took off his schoolbag and fell down.

He reached out to grab the bag reflexively, but grabbed the bag. In a hurry, he suddenly leaned over, thinking about taking back the bag, and grabbed the bag belt. Then, like magic, the bag disappeared out of thin air.

Xiao Qiang kept bent down and leaned over to grab things, his mind was as messy as if it was boiling a pot.

This is impossible. How could the schoolbag suddenly disappear out of thin air? This does not conform to the physical laws!

He likes rational thinking, does not like the chaos in front of him, and even sneers at the weirdness of ghosts and gods. However, now both of them appear on him and there is no way to escape.

The consciousness that he called himself Xiao Qiang just now had no sound after a moment of heading out. I don’t know if it had dissipated or was hiding in a corner of the sea of ​​consciousness. Fortunately, his memories were accepted by Xiao Qiang bit by bit and slowly merged.

He was thinking a lot, and suddenly felt his chest sway.

This is an inexplicable shock, without any warning, a bit like a ripples thrown into the water surface, spreading in all directions with the chest as the center, without damaging the flesh and blood. However, the soul trembled under this shock and almost left the body. Xiao Qiang's legs became weak and he sat back on the ground, sweating profusely.

The shock wave after wave, Xiao Qiang's soul kept trembling. The most terrifying thing was that the shock spread outward, and it also produced a force that contracted inward, which seemed to suck Xiao Qiang's soul in.

He bit his lips and endured it hard, clenched his fists tightly with his hands, and his nails penetrated deeply into his palms, using pain to strengthen the stimulation to keep awake.

On the other hand, he also focused his attention on his chest and tried his best to resist the inward contraction force.

After more than half an hour, the power of the shock gradually weakened. When it disappeared, Xiao Qiang's whole body was soaked and weak, and he couldn't even move a finger, and his mind was blank.

In this trance state, his consciousness suddenly found that there was a hole in his chest.

It was said that it was on the chest, but it gave Xiao Qiang a very distant feeling, as if it was on the other side of the universe that could not be reached; it was said that it was very distant, but as long as he focused his mind on his chest, he could sense that hollowness, an empty space.

It cannot be said that it is empty, because Xiao Qiang discovered his schoolbag and hung quietly in the space.

Xiao Qiang was completely confused. He really hoped that all this was just a dream, including the initial car accident, which was a nightmare. When he woke up, he would return to normal.

My lips were aching slightly, which was bitten through when I resisted the shock just now.

Xiao Qiang used his fingers to dip his lips, and the bright red color told him that it was blood, and also told him that it was not a dream, but a fact.

I died, then was sucked into the blood-colored vortex, and escaped, possessed myself to the person with the same name as me. Then my schoolbag was sucked into a hole in a confused way, and the hole was connected to my consciousness, and I even wanted to suck my consciousness in.

Xiao Qiang tried to sort out the process clearly to make a rational analysis.

All of this is so incredible. If it happens to others, he will definitely explore it with curiosity, but when it happens to himself, it will only be difficult to accept.

Xiao Qiang shook his head hard, and the consciousness that belonged to Xiao Qiang seemed to have disappeared. It did not appear when he resisted the shock and suction just now, and perhaps it had dissipated. His memory was still slowly merging with Xiao Qiang's consciousness.

In a sense, Xiao Qiang replaced the boy's consciousness with his consciousness, but his memory was in a mess and accepted Xiao Qiang's memory. Therefore, Xiao Qiang now inherited the memories of the boy, but retained Xiao Qiang's own personality traits. The memories of his previous life became a chaotic database, waiting for him to check at any time!

The protagonist of the future, Xiao Qiang, who died in a car accident and now possesses a young man, is only eighteen years old.

A freshman Xiao Qiang.

There is still some time when all memories are merged. Xiao Qiang didn't want to blow the cold wind in this alley, so he decided to go home and rest. After the memories are merged, he would consider the future arrangements.

This home is naturally the home of Xiao Qiang, a senior high school boy.

After leaving the alley, there is a four-lane cement road. Xiao Qiang has been delaying a lot of time in the alley. It is estimated that around 8:00, there are already many cars on the road. The bicycles on both sides are like crucian carp cars crossing the river. When there is no disconnection, the sound of car horns and bicycle rings are ringing.

Xiao Qiang looked at this scene and felt very familiar and friendly. He really couldn't remember the specific era when he was Xiao Qiang, but the familiar scene in front of him told him that it was indeed too much to describe 1987 in ancient times.

"Maybe, I came here in 1988..." Xiao Qiang grinned self-deprecatingly, skillfully walked through the busy streets, ran and jumped to the opposite side, and turned around and cursed with a rider who did not brake in time. Everything seemed so natural. The man rushed to work, cursed a few times before he hurried onto the bike, hurried away, leaving only the thoughtful Xiao Qiang.

It seems that even if I came from the later era, I did not exceed much. Xiao Qiang thought about it for a while and entered a gate with a red five-star hanging in the middle. There were two soldiers on both sides standing guard with guns.

This is the Military Region Logistics Department, where Xiao Qiang's home is here. His father is a logistics consultant and his mother also works in a printing factory under the Military Region.

As a soldier's child, Xiao Qiang's father Xiao Jianjun was very strict with him. Since he could remember, he had never seen his father smile at him several times. Therefore, Xiao Qiang was afraid of him from the bottom of his heart. The name "Dad" that Xiao Qiang was familiar with later generations did not dare to call him like this even if Xiao Qiang killed him. He always called him "Dad" in a regular manner.

Of course, having a strict father is inseparable from the Wen Ying of a mother who dotes on her son.

The logistics department of the military region is very large. When you enter through the gate, you will find a spacious road with pine trees planted on both sides and neatly trimmed. On the left is a training ground and on the right are rows of five-story red brick buildings with herringbone roofs. The dormitory and family buildings of the military region are in this mode. Only the office buildings are built with steel and concrete. According to memory, this is the best building.

At this time, my father Xiao Jianjun had already gone to work, my mother Wenrong had to work late, and there was not much work in the printing factory, and she had to go to work at nine o'clock. If it weren't for this, Xiao Qiang would not dare to go home. If his father caught him, he would definitely beat him up. Although he was not the original Xiao Qiang, he inherited Xiao Qiang's memory and attached extraordinary importance to his family.

Before Xiao Qiang could open the door, the door opened first. My mother was talking to someone and saw Xiao Qiang at a glance: "Xiao Qiang, why are you back?"

Xiao Qiang stared at the room vigilantly and said casually: "I have a headache and I want to come back and have a rest... Dad, why are you back?" The lieutenant colonel officer flashed from behind my mother, who was not Xiao Jianjun.

Xiao Jianjun looked up and down with a calm face: "Heart? I think you're skipping school! Why are your clothes so dirty? Also, where is your schoolbag?"

"I have a headache. I asked for leave from the teacher, and my schoolbag...the schoolbag is placed in the school."

"Fuck! He took leave and went home but put his schoolbag in school. You are still lying! Good boy, he actually learned to skip school. I won't deal with you!" Xiao Jianjun looked angry and heard him up. He was holding a leather bag in his hand. It seemed that he was coming back to get the documents. He happened to meet Xiao Qiang skipping school.

Wenrong quickly stopped him and kept winking at Xiao Qiang: "Xiao Qiang, why don't you go to school quickly, don't make your dad angry!"

She didn't wink with her. Xiao Qiang had already rushed down the stairs.
Chapter completed!