gentle collapse

I asked him, "What's your name?"

He lay on the bed like a stale corpse, motionless and unresponsive.I lifted the quilt, grabbed him by the collar and took him off the bed. My head seemed to be on fire, my head was in chaos, and I kept asking what his name was.

He stood up from the ground, pressed my hand, and pushed it out: "Can you calm down?" He was short of breath and his face was flushed.

I looked at his face and let go, suddenly losing strength.what can I do?what else can I do?In the past, when the fire didn't burn me, I just ignored it, but now, fate swung its knife and cut it down on me.Now I know it hurts, but there's nothing I can do about it.

I walked a few steps slowly, picked up the photo frame on the table, pulled out the two overlapping photos, and took out a key from the groove of the photo frame.Using this key, I opened the safe on the bedside and took out a large stack of documents.

In addition to those documents, there are many orange certificates inside, all of which are mine, and he also puts the letters I wrote to him here.I put all these things back together, packed the supporting documents, and said to him: "I will send you to the household registration correction office, and they will tell you everything."

And I don't have the energy to explain.

The staff there asked me: "These documents are all legally binding. According to your brother's wishes, all his property will be transferred to your name. I will submit these documents to the relevant departments. The processing time is three Five working days. Now... there is only one question, are you willing to accept this time traveler temporarily? If not, you can terminate the relationship according to law, and he will be temporarily sent to the shelter, waiting for the vacancy of labor positions. "

I looked out the window, and the traverser who had changed his ID card information was sitting on the steps outside the building.I went out, walked out, and walked past him.He stopped me and asked, "Isn't the shelter too bad?"

"It's terrible. There are more than a dozen single beds in one room. There is only one public toilet and two squatting seats on the entire floor. You must also receive ideological education every day until the day you are assigned a job."

He groaned and looked back at the office building behind him.

"Get up and come home with me."

I walked on, knowing full well that he was following me.

When I opened the door and entered the house, I leaned down to get the slippers for him. He put them on nervously and said to me: "They said they would notify me as soon as they got a job, and I will move out immediately. I will pay the living expenses and accommodation expenses. Give it back to you."

I looked at his forced smile and closed the door with a bang: "You are not allowed to leave after you have found a job."

"What do you mean?" He frowned in exactly the same way as my brother.

"I'll wait for him to come back." I took off my coat and saw the scratches on his palms, which should have been left when I dragged him out of bed this morning.I grabbed his shoulders, asked him to sit with me, and then held the back of his hand. He wanted to pull his hand, but I told him not to move. I bent down to get the medical kit, and used a cotton swab dipped in alcohol to disinfect him.

He lowered his head and asked me: "Will he come back? The staff told me that there is no way to send me back. Then how can he come back?"

"I said he'd come back, and he will." I threw the swab into the trash and stared stubbornly at his hand.

He looked at his hands: "It's just a small scrape, and it's all scabbed over, it's too late to disinfect now..."

"It's not too late, there must be a way." I turned my head and said in a trembling voice, "I don't believe it, it's definitely not too late. Since it is possible to wear it to other places, there must be a way to wear it back. There are still rebirths around. Everything has rules to follow, and time and space cannot be out of order."

His voice came: "Don't be too sad... I'm stuck in this myself, and I don't know how to comfort you. In fact, I came back with you for selfish reasons. I don't want to go back, and I don't know how to go back .”

"You said you didn't want to go back?" This was the first time I heard such words.

"Actually, I'm an aborigine here... I fell in love with someone who would never like me. I feel that staying there is a torment every day." He curled his fingers and shook his head.

I recalled the name on his time travel ID card, and asked him in disbelief: "Your name is Zhang Ran?"

"correct."

"how old are you?"

He said frankly: "15 years old."

"Where did you live before?"

He frowned, looking sad and silent.But I think I know who he is.The person Chen Wei likes traveled from the past to the present, to the year when he was supposed to have a relationship with Chen Wei.And he himself was only 15 years old, but he said...he fell in love with someone.

In this way, Chen Wei and He Yuchen, the common central characters, have returned to the track of their lives.At the price of this, my brother disappeared.

It shouldn't be like this, it's not fair, it's deprivation.

No one can deprive my brother of the right to exist in this world. We are not the playthings of the master of time and space. We can only shuttle back and forth involuntarily to satisfy his evil taste.

I can definitely get him back.

No matter the method, no matter the cost.

Zhang Ran and I sat there, letting the silence overwhelm us.There was a sound of falling cannons. This game was too early for the New Year, but it appeared, which meant that it was not too early.

I went into the kitchen, turned on the light, and started making dinner.Zhang Ran followed in and rushed to stir-fry the dishes, but although they were made by the same hands and the seasonings were almost the same, the taste was not the same at all.I suddenly lost my appetite, and I went to the kitchen alone to wash the dishes. The cold water soaked my hands red. I walked back to the bedroom and put on my gloves.

Zhang Ran walked in and asked him where he would sleep tonight.I looked around and said to him: "You can sleep in my room, I'll go to sleep in my brother's room."

I lay on my brother's bed, reading the letters I had written to him.After watching, I got up again, walked into the study, took out all his replies, crossed them together, and read them slowly.

The letters I wrote to him when I was fourteen or fifteen years old were full of childish and impulsive emotions. I used to firmly believe that my future would not be a plastic bag rotting in the sewer, but a hydrogen balloon rising in the air.Now, it's punctured.

I decided to drop out.

I got up early in the morning, cooked porridge in the kitchen, and then went downstairs to buy breakfast.When I came back, I ran into Zhang Ran in the corridor, Zhang Ran who was wrapped in my brother's body.

I asked him, "Are you coming back?"

He stared at me, put his hands in his pockets, and said, "Yes."

"I haven't given you the key yet, so go back and eat your breakfast." I raised the steamed bun in my hand, "Skipping breakfast is bad for your health."

"It's not good for your health..." He repeated, nodded, turned and walked up, and stood in front of the door waiting for me to open it.

I watched him finish his food and handed him the spare key before going to school.And the school asked my parents to come forward, or they wouldn't suspend me.And at such a moment, whether there is such a form is not important anymore, I can choose not to come to school at all.

I stood on the side of the road and thought of Systems Inc.Wu Fan's system promised him that as long as he can achieve his goal, he can be sent back.If the system is a thing that can transmit souls in two directions across time and space, is it possible to search for souls?

"Impossible." The receptionist of the system company said to me, "You don't understand what the traversal system is. In layman's terms, we have several stable space-time teleportation points, and we set up exits at open traversal points like Los Angeles. , and then people can be transmitted here. If we had the function of searching for time-travelers, we would have cooperated with the government long ago to solve the problem of unexplained time-travelers occupying the bodies of aborigines in recent years."

He is lying, because if according to what he said, they have the ability to establish teleportation points across time and space, then they can release information in cities with space-time shuttle points, and let the time-travelers take the initiative to contact them to return to the original time and space.Perhaps the ancient information was blocked, the news was not circulated, and there were few space-time teleportation points, it was impossible to find most of the traversers and successfully send them back.But at least there is some possibility that a few traversers can be sent back.But I never heard of anyone coming back.Modern and future information networks are all over the world, as long as they want to establish such an organization to maintain the order of time and space, they can do it.But they refuse to do so, and are unwilling to make even the slightest effort if it is profitable.

Who is this organization serving?As for the government, why is their attitude towards time travel so negative?