All for the heroine and justice

"I waited bitterly from under the bridge, looking back..."

On the TV, the signal was terrible, and there was intermittent drama, like the moaning of a dying patient, which made people feel uncomfortable.

"Admonish the idiots in the world, don't hide your affection,

Take advantage of the deep affection, don't stay obsessed with it! ... sizzle! "

The TV ended its song with a loud tearing of the signal cut off, and then the screen went black.Only the intermittent sound, like the sound of a tape running, came from the TV that seemed to be emitting green smoke.

Su Qian opened her eyes, which became a little hazy due to the darkness for a long time.In the field of vision that gradually focused, she saw the ceiling above her head.Subconsciously moving his fingers, he found himself lying on the cold floor with pain in his back.

It's noisy... Did you forget to turn off the TV?

She struggled to stand up, and found that her arms and legs were sore and weak, and her entire spine felt sore from the roots of her legs.I moved my fingers, they were stiff from being unconscious for so long.

She looked around and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar decorations. This was her hut, and she didn't seem to have lived here for a long time. She even looked at the yard of books left on the ground by the sofa because there were no bookshelves. I feel a little strange.

But it's strange, she obviously only has this house.And never lived outside.

This is already the cheapest rental house near the University of D City. Other places with a slightly better location are two or three times more expensive than this house. Su Qian will never have so much money.

And the 2000 yuan in hand was earned by her going to the restaurant in front of her last month to work.Look, she remembers so clearly, doesn't it prove that she has never left this hut and this city?

But she always felt flustered, as if she had forgotten something.

After contemplating for 5 minutes, she finally thought of turning off the buzzing TV.This is an opera called "On the Bridge", Su Qian has heard of it somewhere.

Probably it was in Grandma Wang's old radio when she was a child. Grandma Wang liked to listen to opera the most.

But the back of her head tightened, and a strange feeling came over her, and some pictures appeared intermittently in front of her eyes:

The woman's face was blurred, her facial features were unclear, and she didn't know who she was.But the woman had a faint smile, as if seeing such a charming smile could make people forget all misfortunes and be wrapped in soft tenderness.

Who is that?There was a very empty feeling in her heart, as if she had lost something important.Although she couldn't see her facial features clearly, Su Qian could be sure that she had never seen that woman before with that different temperament.

Sitting down on the sofa, she reached for the mobile phone on the table, and found that the mobile phone had automatically shut down because the battery was too low. It seemed that she had been asleep for a long time.And the sky is getting brighter, it is morning.

Su Qian got up, opened the refrigerator, took out a bag of quick-frozen steamed buns, quickly unwrapped the package, poured water into the steamer and lit it.

"Steaming..." The steam opened and lowered the lid of the pot, and soon the lid was covered with water droplets.Su Qian stood quietly by the side, thinking about something, until the dense white steam filled her vision.

Strange, that feeling came again, like I forgot something...

Her gaze unconsciously moved across the room, and landed on a neatly piled desk, an open math book.The room is too small and can be seen at a glance from the kitchen.

By the way, I was reviewing yesterday, and there should be a math test today.I didn't get up too late, and I could still catch up with the exam after breakfast.

But this feeling has nothing to do with the exam.

After 15 minutes, the Xiaolongbao was cooked.Su Qian took them out and took the plate to the dining table.It is said to be a dining table, but it is just a coffee table in front of the sofa, and it has a part-time job of serving meals.

Subconsciously, she picked up the remote control that fell on the ground and turned on the TV that had just been turned off.It is her habit to watch the news while eating.

The old TV was buzzing, and the casing was faintly exposed, and it looked like it was about to break down.But it still turned on the screen with difficulty, and faithfully transmitted the distorted voice due to the extremely poor signal:

"Morning news report..."

When she saw a face similar to that of a pixel villain in the blurred picture quality, Su Qian was suddenly shocked, and the chopsticks in her hand fell to the ground with a thud.

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