just in time

Yi Chenliang sat on the sofa, frowning tightly, his hands were still being clenched, a little irritable.

The other party put the Band-Aid on him, paused suddenly, and reached out to grab his other hand, but he quickly dodged it.

"What are you doing?" Yi Chenliang stared at him warily.

"Your right hand—" The other party's eyes were fixed on his right hand.

He had been using his left hand all the time before, and rarely used his right hand. Now the other party seemed to have finally noticed this problem, and his face was very ugly. "Why is there such a big scar?"

"You don't know?" Yi Chenliang looked at him suspiciously.

"You didn't tell me that your right hand was injured." The expression on Xiao Yi's face seemed to be distressed, but Yi Chenliang rarely saw this expression on other people's faces, and he couldn't react for a while.

"Let me see," he said.

"Look at the fart." Yi Chenliang didn't know why he was a little irritable, he stood up, "I've finished my meal, hurry up and leave."

Then he was grabbed by the wrist.

The wound on the right hand was a penetrating wound, and the wound was terrifying, but the other party didn't mind at all, and gently touched it with an overly gentle force.

"Is it because of Ge San?" The man held his hand, his eyes were a little red.

Yi Chenliang said in a deep voice, "Don't worry about these things."

For some reason, he didn't want this silly-looking self to get involved.

"Is Ge San dead?" He asked.

"Not yet." Yi Chenliang said coldly, "But he will die soon."

Before he finished speaking, his hand was firmly grasped.

He lowered his eyes to look at the other party, and found that the other self didn't seem to be in a particularly good mood.

Yi Chenliang thought he didn't want to leave, so he frowned and said, "You are only allowed to stay here for one night."

The man always smiled with a face exactly like his, and now he showed him a slightly sad smile.

Yi Chenliang averted his eyes and wanted to pull his hand out, but he pulled him to sit on the sofa.

"Brother, today is your birthday." He still refused to let go of his hand, "It's also my birthday."

"If you don't want me to accompany you, then you can accompany me." He said.

Yi Chenliang felt that there was no difference between the two, but he still sat down on the sofa and wanted to smoke habitually, only to remember that the pack of cigarettes he just bought had been thrown into the trash can.

"Actually, I had a fight with you today." The person sitting next to him said, "You said that I am already 35, and you still control me and don't let me eat ice cream."

Yi Chenliang froze for a moment.

"It's the crispy one that we liked to eat when we were young, do you remember?" the man asked.

Yi Chenliang frowned and thought for a while, "I don't remember."

In fact, he remembered, but he really felt that he would not quarrel with others because of an ice cream, and be bored.

"But I've coaxed you well." Xiao Yi happily heyed: "You just have a soft heart."

Yi Chenliang, who feels hard-hearted: "..."

It was really difficult for him to match the person in the other party's mouth with the current self. Listening to the other party's narration, he seemed to spoil Xiao Yi very much, and he was also very gentle and patient.

gentle?

Yi Chenliang felt that he would never have anything to do with this horrible word in his life.

As he thought about it, his eyes fell on the wrist of the other's left hand. There was a strange red rope tied there, and a round and small black stone was wrapped around it. The knot on it looked familiar.

Seeing him watching, Xiao Yi graciously raised his wrist to show him, and said proudly: "Brother, you made this up for me yourself."

"I picked up the stone when we went to the beach to play. At that time, we were only in the first year of high school, and you just came back from the Beijing Physics Competition Training Camp." He said with a nostalgic look on his face. Granny."

"The grandma said that this knot can only be made for someone she likes."

"And give him half of the disaster."

"Brother, you are a big liar. You lied to me about making a mistake, but in the end, you asked me to wear another one..."

Yi Chenliang sat on the sofa and listened to the other party telling their stories. He remembered the grandma in Myanmar. He was on a mission at that time, and accidentally remembered the style of the knot, but felt that he would not tie this knot for others. superior.

He will not like anyone, even if this person is himself.

Yi Chenliang thought it was unbelievable, but seeing the other person's expression, it didn't seem like he was lying.

The other party chatted with him a lot about the stories that happened between them. In the stories, they loved each other so much, only each other, and finally lived an ordinary and warm life together.

As the other party spoke, he leaned on him unconsciously, leaning against his shoulder skillfully, crossed his legs together, and yawned.

Yi Chenliang sat there stiffly, not daring to move.

Logically, he should expose this person directly, but maybe the story he told was so realistic that he thought in a trance that the other person was really his lover.

But this was so outrageous that it was hard for him to really believe it.

He even felt that the person next to him was a character imagined by himself. He walked forward tirelessly by himself, and finally drove himself crazy, so he imagined another 35-year-old self.

And it's getting more and more outrageous.

But inevitably, for a moment, he actually hoped that the story told by the other party was true.

if--

He stifled his unrealistic fantasies just by thinking of the first two words.

There are never ifs in this world, only cold reality.

There will not really be another self in this world.

Yi Chenliang thought so, but he didn't push the person in his arms away.

The clock on the wall was about to point to twelve o'clock, Xiao Yi picked up the lighter from the coffee table and looked at him with a smile, "Brother, it's almost twelve o'clock, let's make a birthday wish."

The two of them faced each other, and the warm yellow flames flickered gently in front of their eyes.

Make a wish?

Yi Chenliang never makes a wish, he knows that the wish he made will never come true, which is stupid.

The person on the opposite side of the fire had a gentle smile on his face, and his eyes were clean and clear, as if he had never been stained with blood and darkness.

He introduced himself before and said that he works in the archaeological institute and has a national establishment, and his life is very comfortable.

Yi Chenliang felt that his fantasy was unrealistic, but he felt that it was not bad.

"Brother, make a wish." Xiao Yi snapped his fingers in front of his eyes.

As if being bewitched, Yi Chenliang stared at the jumping flame in front of his eyes, thinking nonchalantly:

If he is real, let this man's nonsense story come true.

After thinking this way, he laughed at himself and blew out the flames.

In the next second, he was hugged firmly in his arms.

Yi Chenliang was stunned, his hands froze in the air, not knowing where to put them.

This hug was warm and real, and he heard the other party laughing in his ear and said:

"Da Yi, happy birthday."

Yi Chenliang finally relaxed his vigilance and vigilance, his stiff shoulders slowly collapsed, he squeezed his knuckles, raised his hand, and stretched out his hand to hug him.

However, the moment he touched the opponent's back, the person in his arms suddenly disintegrated into tiny specks of light, leaving him empty-handed.

The lighter fell to the ground with a clatter.

The clock on the wall finally pointed to twelve o'clock.

For the first time, Yi Chenliang's usually cold gaze was a little more bewildered.

"...Xiao Yi?" He called out, but no one answered in the empty room, only him alone.

After a while, he suddenly came back to his senses, picked up the lighter on the ground, and walked into the bedroom with a blank expression.

The walls are covered with all kinds of firearms.

Tomorrow is the day of the final action, make or break.

Maybe he was just under too much pressure, so he had hallucinations.

Yi Chenliang thought so, turned his head and looked behind him.

Empty, only himself.

Finally, there was no wave in those cold eyes.