I changed the timeline with the game

Speaking of which.

He couldn't help laughing from his heart,

"So.

I may have understood it already:

To accept the true self, to admit that all its ugly and green parts are alive frankly.

Lonely, that is part of my youth.

Just like I was sitting on the Shinkansen and reading the book that was forged for the signature,

And one of them, I still remember very clearly:

(I lay down and looked at the sky.

The ground that spakes the rain in the morning is tide and cool, but the refreshing fragrance of the earth is still rippling. Several winter birds fluttered from the grass, passing the wall to disappear into the blue sky.

Only birds can fly over the wall. The low and heavy cloud layer is imminent in the trailer, but I may also fly over the heavy snow wall. ) "

He said so.

It also started the noodles in Bara's hand.

Perhaps it is because he often plays the game to get a instant noodle to eat, and often forgets that he has soaked his cup noodles, so he is more accustomed to eating warm noodles.

But now.

Along with the coolness of Jiangnan's winter night and the breeze next to Linjiang Road, he felt that the shrimps in front of him were rare to be so good.

The noodles are slippery entrance.

The noodle soup is warm and the warmth of the hometown of fish and rice.

Su Wen feels that he has already understood, and now his life is probably the most memorable time.

Jiang Menghan, Angelia, Nielsen, Philia, Noah, Caroline, Lorel, Klose ... he never forgotten one by one.

He is not alone.

With the life of [Time shuttle] system, he has gradually become accustomed to:

"Don't be stunned, I tell you, this is really delicious."

Watching Su Wen's big mouth eating noodles,

Jiang Menghan couldn't help laughing softly, and she tasted a few times like a lady and then continued:

"Speaking of the past.

Now I just remember that in high school, you sat on the last row of desks to see the "Kafka on the Sea" written by Haruki Murakami on the last row of desks.

No wonder you like to read the books he wrote. "

The girl still remembers that she took such a book from him,

At that time, the wind just turned the book to a certain page, and the sun outside the window was just spilled on the text that made her memory deep:

("When I was fifteen years old, I often wanted to run far away, and what world was running." Zuo Bo said with a smile,

"No one who can't get enough, there is no place where time flows."

"But there is no place in the world."

"yes.

So I live like this, live in the world where this thing is constantly damaged, my heart is drifting, and the time is passing. ")

Su Wen still remembers that it was the first time she was found to be a hidden Wenqing.

Of course, this kind of topic now seems a little confusing.

So he chose to skip this topic directly, and at the same time, he asked the mother -in -law's mother -in -law for a bowl of clear soup noodles that had just eaten.

As an extraordinary person, it does not affect anything to eat two more supper.

now.

The night is very long and quiet.

Time passed slowly at this quiet night.

The heat of the shrimp soup noodles gradually dissipated in the breeze, but the story that belongs to them is still continuing to clear the river from the river wind on Linjiang Road:

"We have to communicate with Mr. Lin tomorrow morning.

According to my estimation.

Next, the protection of Binhai Xincheng District will increase one or even two grades. "

The two farewell at the split intersection at home.

Su Wen also pushed his bicycle. In the light sound of Dingling Ding Ding, he went further and further from the depths of the alley.

He did not pay attention to his world influence soaring rapidly because he was just awake.

Of course, even if you know.

He wouldn't be surprised, because those he deserved.

Another side of Binhai New District.

Binhai City's Night -Shounan Supervisor,

The interrogation of the night guard is temporarily coming to an end.

After recalling the strong pressure Su Wen's stress and the horror picture that spiked the moment,

The bandage man finally understood why Huang Mao was so scared,

He finally understood why Ken kept half -life like a dead dog.

now.

Huang Mao sighed by the beside him:

"If you have known such a master, I won't come to this place that focuses on the Family of the Asia -Pacific Economic Organization.

Now we are finished.

K, what's the way do you have? "

After hearing him, the bandage man thought sinking after thinking:

"Blood fades or disintegrate.

Unfortunately, the E3 blood sample substitute must be used in third -tier, and it is necessary to consider whether the personality upload will become the risk of a fool. "

But at this moment.

With the light of the entire night guard supervisor, the moment flickered,

The figure of a certain uniform in the night guard system is gradually clear:

Seeing this figure, there was an extraordinary horror on the bandal man's face.

He rushed forward to grab the steel door of the cell.

That's it overnight.

The early morning of Jiangnan is like an elegant ink painting, quiet and beautiful.

The sky shows a faint blue gray, slightly cold -colored morning light, gently sprinkled on the ancient tile house and Qingshi alley.

The distant mountains are looming under the mapping of mist, as if wearing a mysterious veil.

The breeze brings the chill, but it is also mixed with the fresh grass and wood aroma.

8:30 in the morning.

Su Wenru came to the old bookstore of Lin, Jiang Menghan.

But when he pushed away a squeak, he smelled a refreshing tea fragrance.

That's right, the place where they communicate information are not the night guard base of Binhai New District.

Although it is called the forest bureau, this old urchin still prefers his own bookstore.

Of course, the first floor of his old bookstore is full of old books and all kinds of counseling materials that do not know where to get from. Naturally, there is no way to entertain guests.

However, this bookstore is originally built by self -built buildings, and there are also second and third floors. The rest of the available space is not so unbearable.

The hospitality room on the second floor.

Lin Xiqing is also there,

She handed Su Wen and Jiang Menghan a cup of hot tea, and then said to them:

"My grandfather was originally ready to wait for the demolition of the building to make a lot of money.

Unexpectedly, Binhai City directly placed the focus of construction in the new district, and there was no so -called demolition statement here in the old city.

Obviously, the Lin family does not miss the millions of millions. "

Hearing this statement.

The old curator who had been in the house had a smile.

"Lao Lin just enjoyed this kind of making money. He was a fan of old wealth and could not be changed.

By the way.

Where do you have a long -lost "Yongle Ceremony"? "

When I heard that my old friend had finished herself, he raised this question.

The old man Lin answered angrily:

"Fake."

Director Yu Lao Museum continued to say:

"Of course I know it is fake.

But the question is, if you do not have a 'genuine ", where is the manual copy? "

"hehe,

Two [Border Risks: New Year's Eve] I will tell you. "