phantom hand

After more than three hours, the plane slowly descended.

Zhao Qingyu peeled off the mint candy sent by the stewardess and threw it into his mouth. The cold air spread from the tip of his tongue to the central nervous system of the brain, and the eardrum still felt a little oppressed.

When we stepped out of the cabin, the sun was shining brightly.

The body that had just left the air conditioner was not used to it, as if it was surrounded by a cloud of high-temperature water vapor, making it hard to breathe.

But Zhao Qingyu felt it was true, he closed his eyes and raised his head slightly, feeling the familiar temperature and climate, feeling inexplicably at ease.

A year later, Shenzhen Airport is still the same, nothing has been added or subtracted. Of course, there may be changes and he didn't notice it-no one pays special attention to places that come and go in a hurry.

Where will Li Chuang wake up, Zhao Qingyu thought, they were still in the resort in the scenic spot last night, but this afternoon, he has returned to Shenzhen.What happened in the middle ten hours, is blank again.The situation was exactly the same as last time. Memory was like a double-helix structure of DNA. There were very small fragments missing, but it was precisely this that made him believe that they had really returned to their original positions. It was inexplicable but real. .

Zhao Qingyu tried to imagine the scene after switching back many times, and without exception, it was accompanied by ecstasy or excitement.But when this day really came, there was only the rejoicing of the rest of the life after the catastrophe, and a touch of relief.

He, at last it was him again.

Zhao Qingyu took out his iPhone and wanted to turn it on, but he hesitated when pressing the button. After thinking twice, he put the phone back in his pocket.

He believes that Li Chuang will accept the reality as quickly as himself, after all, he has experienced it all, isn't it said that he is born once and familiar with twice, huh.So move on.At least for a period of time in the future, all their energies will be devoted to repairing their own lives, just like organ transplant patients who have regained their own organs but also need to adapt. As for the rest, they are all fucking clouds.

Zhao Qingyu wondered how he could utter swear words so smoothly—although he was thinking about it—while finding a bus home at the small long-distance passenger terminal at the gate of the airport.

Li Chuang slept very restlessly this time. In his dream, it was like a world war. The gunfire filled the sky. At one moment, the Brotherhood shouted and rushed, and at another moment, the platoon leader blew the horn to retreat. When he was in a dilemma, he didn't know where to jump Then a small group of enemies and then the two sides fought with bayonets.Li Chuang is a typical narrow-minded patriotic young man, his eyes turned red at the sight of the bayonet, and the anger came from his heart, and the evil came from his guts, and he wished he could get rid of his arms and do it.

As a result, the shoulders were thrown away, but the person fell to the ground.

The head rubbed down along the front of the bedside table, during which time it had a close contact with the drawer handle, and finally fled to the floor.So Li Chuang was a little dazed when he opened his eyes.

His last memory was still in the resort, so when he first saw the post-modern three-circle incandescent lamp in his home, he felt a little sense of spatial dislocation.It was unclear whether it was a dream or reality.

After about a minute, Li Chuang suddenly got up from the ground with a jolt. He first looked down at his body. The wide T-shirt was not swaying, and then he opened the neckline. Still, the most important thing is that the whiteness is gone, replaced by a light wheat color!

The extreme joy made the heart beat wildly, and I wished I could open my mouth and jump out of my chest to shout——Laozi Hu Hansan is back again! ! !

Li Chuang slammed the door like a whirlwind and rushed to the bathroom. In the mirror that occupied half of the wall, he finally saw himself again.

He raised his hand, and the handsome guy in the mirror also raised his hand. He scratched his head, and the handsome guy in the mirror scratched his head too. He pinched his face, and the handsome guy in the mirror pinched his face too.

Li Chuang forced himself to calm down. For this reason, he even sat on the toilet and took a deep breath, but after breathing N times repeatedly, he still couldn't stop his excitement.If you don't lose it, you don't know its preciousness. Who said that?Really fucking spot on.Just like now, he wished that time would stop on this wonderful toilet forever.

Li Chuang spent more than ten minutes in the bathroom to calm down, and finally washed his face with cold water. Only then did he have basic behavioral self-control.When he opened the toilet door again, he became much calmer.

But the Li family who had been sitting in the living room were not calm.

Since the beginning of the summer vacation, Zhao Qiulei has always wanted to come over to get together with her brother, but the other party came to classmate, ran out every three days and did not stay home until midnight, playing crazy fast, so she didn't do anything.Today is the weekend, and I heard that my brother and classmate have returned to Shenzhen, so I hurried to come with my family.As a result, it was a step late, and people took a nap.Then wait, after three hours of hard work, the dumplings were wrapped for my mother, the eldest brother woke up, and then plunged into the bathroom and never came out.

Father Li was puzzled: "What's wrong with my son?"

Li's stepmother began to rack her brains to think if there was anything that was not in place recently.

Zhao Qiulei and her husband Du Yu looked at each other, and the latter smiled slightly: "It's okay, isn't elder brother always like this." Zhao Qiulei suddenly became curious about the macroscopic impression of her elder brother in her husband's heart.

As soon as Li Chuang walked out, he met four pairs of eyes, two pairs he recognized, and he didn't see each other for a week. Although in Zhao Qingyu's body, it felt depressing to be polite to them, but he got used to it and it was okay. Now It's not so unpleasant to look at them, but who are the other two?

"Brother? Are you okay? Are you feeling unwell?" Zhao Qiulei expressed concern when she saw Li Chuang standing in the bathroom door.

elder brother? !Li Chuang rubbed his eyes, and then looked over carefully, okay, it's really his sister with a different surname, why hasn't she changed so much in a year, she seems to have grown from a girl to a woman all of a sudden, this is hard to get used to!

"Brother, you took a long nap this afternoon." Du Yu pushed his glasses and smiled gracefully.

Li Chuang frowned. He remembered that he had a younger sister, but he didn't remember that he had a younger brother. Even if it was a woman and an old man who added another child to the family, the growth rate would be astonishing!

Du Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the afternoon sunlight shone through the curtains and reflected a subtle light on the lenses: "Brother, there seems to be something wrong."

"Who is your big brother, who are you!" Li Chuang squinted his eyes, and with that expression, he could directly join Young and Dangerous with a toothpick.

In a word, the atmosphere in the living room fell into an extremely awkward situation.

Father Li was about to get angry, Ms. Zhao's eyes were red. Zhao Qiulei didn't know why, but she was obviously scared. She subconsciously felt that the relationship that had just improved for a few months was about to be ruined. Du Yu, although confused, You can still talk and laugh calmly and calmly: "Brother, I am your brother-in-law Du Yu. If you have done anything wrong recently, just tell me, but don't deny my half of the family."

Sister, brother-in-law? !

Li Chuang was dumbfounded. He looked at his father, his stepmother, and his sister. Finally, he saw the small photo frame on the TV cabinet, which was a family portrait of the wedding.Fuck me, Zhao Qingyu, who killed a thousand swords, never mentioned his sister's marriage at all!

Thinking suddenly clear, but the situation is still in dire straits.Li Chuang knew that his sentence just now, who are you?what to do?Remedy.

"Green pepper... Pork?"

Although the stepson's four words are nonsensical, but the stepmother is blessed to the soul, and suddenly realized: "Yes, your child has a good nose. Mom will heat up the dumplings for you." After speaking, he hurriedly went to the kitchen. Symphony of bowls and pans.

Father Li snorted, and he calmed down - of course he was not good at getting angry with this scoundrel, and he lost more than he won.

Zhao Qiulei lowered her eyes, obviously feeling a little uncomfortable.

Li Chuang shrugged his shoulders, leaned over to squeeze away the real husband, and then held his younger sister's beautiful hand: "I said, cough, this guy didn't bully you, did he?"

Du Yu raised his eyebrows slightly. Although the shift of the line of sight was very rigid, distorted and clumsy, who would let someone be a brother? Even if he is almost thirty, he is still a junior.So he could only peel the bananas gracefully and calmly, one banana, another banana, another banana, another banana, until a bunch of bananas were poisoned, and his little depression was barely dissipated.

The family got along stumblingly until dinner, and finally got along really well.

Unprecedentedly, Old Man Li drank a little wine, and made petty bourgeois comments on the international situation.

Li Chuang hummed and answered, in the long-lost comfort, he returned to the small house more than ten years ago. It was also a family, and the dim lights were warm and friendly.

After sending Zhao Qiulei and his wife away at around eight o'clock in the evening, Li Chuang finally locked himself back into the bedroom on the grounds that he was "sleepy", and endured it all afternoon. Only then did he feel nervous.

Han Mukun's number was either six or eight, but he pressed the wrong number twice, and the third time he actually dialed the number.

Han Mukun survived the day.

Li Chuang's plane landed at 03:30, and he made calls from 3:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm, without exception, they were all turned off.At first, he convinced himself that he was not in a hurry with the excuse that "the little bastard is coming back anyway", but when he waited and waited for the letter, he was really scared.Every [-] minutes, I have to go online to see if there is a plane crash or a terrorist attack. I am afraid that the official media will not report it, so I go to the foreign media to find it, but the world is peaceful, and the earth seems to have passed a very peaceful day.But only, his little bastard is gone!

So when the phone rang, his heart stopped beating for a few seconds.He was holding the phone in his hand all the time, and he was sweating profusely at the moment, he didn't even bother to glance at it, so he immediately pressed the answer button.

"Hello? Little bastard?" Han Mukun didn't want to be so eager, but his body was no longer under the control of his brain.

The other end of the phone was quiet for two seconds, and then a slightly surprised "Yeah" came out.

Then he quickly followed up: "Can you hear this too?"

Han Mukun's heart sank to the bottom—it wasn't Li Chuang.