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"What's going on?" Instinctively, Ba Yuan just opened his mouth to ask, then closed his mouth and pretended that he didn't speak.

Although it was the first time I encountered this situation, the screen that originally displayed the player's name suddenly went out, and I knew with my feet that it would definitely not be a good thing.

Fu Qitang remembered that this team went to a dungeon called "Taoyuan of Bliss". There were five people in total, two newcomers and three old players, and the team leader was...Ji Tao.

Ji Tao is dead?

A sense of unreality suddenly surged in Fu Qitang's heart.

He still remembers the scene when he entered the dungeon for the first time, it seemed like just yesterday.

Gong Zijun is free and easy. Although he is the team leader, he never does anything. Ji Tao is strict and responsible. He carefully arranges suitable tasks for everyone, organizes meetings, and tries his best to maintain the unity and stability of the team.

Ji Tao's weapon is a sickle, which looks very simple, with blood stains on the blade, and a very futuristic robotic arm, which can easily break bricks and rubble.

Even just a few hours ago, Fu Qitang had mentioned Ji Tao to Yi Wenwen.

Yi Wenwen said that he is a rare technical talent in the car, and she asked him to help transform her weapon, the electric mosquito swatter.

Such a person died like this?

At this moment, Fu Qitang understood better what Gong Zijun said before - here, the best thing to do is not to maintain an overly intimate relationship with anyone.

He instinctively turned his head to look at Gong Zijun, and he fell straight into a pair of deep eyes.

"Are you okay?" Gong Zijun asked softly.

"It seems to be okay, but it's a bit confusing, I can't tell." Fu Qitang shook his head, telling the truth.

His heart was really confused, because he suddenly learned of the death of a person he knew, and it was even more because of the pictures he had just seen in the dark.

"Go back to rest and have a good sleep," Gong Zijun raised his hand and rubbed it on his head, using a little strength, as if to comfort him, or to comfort himself by touching him. "Or to my place?"

Fu Qitang looked at him fixedly, and when he was young, he smiled suddenly, "That's not necessary. I'd better go back first, see you later."

Back in the carriage, as the door gradually closed, Fu Qitang's face gradually darkened.

In the darkness that suddenly appeared after the dungeon ended, the plot he saw was different from others.

In his field of vision, there was no Wen Shu and Wen Chuanhe at all, instead he was himself...or another Fu Qitang.

An old but cozy house, a certain TV series is playing on the [-]-inch LCD TV in the living room, an old cat is lazily lying on the opposite sofa wagging its tail, and there is the sound of iron pan frying in the kitchen , everything is so familiar.

In the first few seconds of the movie, Fu Qitang immediately recognized that this was his former home.

He lived there for more than ten years, until his parents died unexpectedly, he was admitted to university and left his hometown, and never went back.

Fu Qitang looked at the young man himself sitting under the desk lamp, the warm yellow light shone on his frizzy hair, the physics test paper spread out in front of him was blank, only multiple-choice questions were randomly marked with a few check marks, one by one. You can see that the attitude is very perfunctory.

Fu Qitang belatedly recalled that although he chose science when he divided subjects, he really had a headache for physics.Every exam is a stable score of [-] or so, the teacher scolds him every day, and he is in the stage of youthful arrogance, being scolded so much that he becomes tired of studying, and he doesn't even do his homework.

It would have been nice if there had been a top student at that time... This thought swirled in Fu Qitang's mind for a while, and then disappeared, and a wave of doubt surged up again, why did the train show him this?Insinuating that he's dying, so take him on a tour of his short life?

So what other people see are also their own memories?

The problem didn't last long, and the picture continued.

Fu Qitang saw his mother, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, come to ask him to eat, and he was still wearing the sweater he gave him on his birthday.Hearing his mother knocking on the door, he stood up and walked out. Before turning around, he remembered something, took the phone from the table, tapped his fingers a few times, and sent a text message.

"Okay, see you at school tomorrow."

What can I do?Who did you make an appointment with? The 25-year-old Fu Qitang looked dazed, and he had no memory of these trivial daily routines of his youth.

He couldn't even name any of his high school classmates. He couldn't remember his deskmate's name, whether it was a boy or a girl, or how good his academic performance was.

This memory has become a fuzzy jigsaw puzzle of life, and it still firmly occupies a very important position in life, but it just can't recall what happened.

The young Fu Qitang had a meal, and at the dinner table, he had another dispute with his parents over the matter of college entrance examination volunteers.

His father is the dean of the local design institute, and he naturally wanted him to inherit his father's career, so he was required to study hard and fill in the major of architecture after the college entrance examination.

The young Fu Qitang frowned in dissatisfaction, first lowered his head and took a sip of the hot soup, then said to his father in a cool tone: "I've already made up my mind, I want to go to the police academy."

Father was shocked when he heard this.

Fu Qitang, who was confined in his seat, was also taken aback.

Police Academy? !

When did he think about going to the police academy? !

Fu Qitang was very sure that he went to an ordinary 211 university. When he filled out his application form, he chose chemistry, but because his grades just passed the cut-off line, he was finally transferred to a relatively unpopular geography major.

If he hadn't been accidentally discovered by a scout after graduation and entered the entertainment industry, he should have become a geography teacher with excellent professional skills.

And if I remember correctly, I should have loved football when I was in high school. Although I already knew that there was no way to become a professional football player, the admission to a private school is more reliable than the police academy, right? !

Fu Qitang frowned, faintly aware of the problem.

Is what I am watching really just a memory?Is this boy who looks exactly like me on the screen really me?Or...in parallel world?

On the screen, the day ended with the boy Fu Qitang having a big fight with his father.

The next day, the young Fu Qitang went out early, instead of riding a bicycle, he ran to school.

The temperature in the winter morning was very low, and the boy's breath turned into clouds of white mist, which were left behind by the sound of gradually receding footsteps, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

This is another bridge section that doesn't match my memory.

Fu Qitang remembers that he has a red mountain bike with a very cool appearance. He rode it to and from school for three years in high school, rain or shine.Later, he left home to go to college, with a premonition that he might not come back again, and he couldn't bear to leave his car in dust, so he donated it to a charity organization before leaving.

The movie continues.

The young Fu Qitang bought a basket of steamed stuffed buns and a bag of soy milk from the breakfast stand in front of the school, and walked into the classroom slowly carrying the plastic bag.

His deskmate was a skinny monkey-like boy with a few pimples on his face. When he saw the young man Fu Qitang coming, he quickly asked him for math homework.

The whole morning class passed quickly. During the lunch break, a beautiful girl with a ponytail appeared at the door of the classroom. She stood by the door, leaned half of her body in, and glanced around the classroom, facing the last row. Fu Qitang beckoned, his voice was clear and sweet: "Fu Qitang!"

A few students in the class who hadn't gone to eat were stunned for a moment, and then burst into short laughter when they turned their heads and saw the girl.

"Fang Linxue has come to look for you for dinner again, you should go quickly, don't make people wait."

"That's right, Brother Tang, she's also a school belle, after chasing you for so long, are you really not tempted?"

"What do you know? It's better to go to the police academy to find a partner. Brother Tang is really a man with a heart like iron."

Several boys said jokingly.

The girl bit her lip and unconsciously grabbed her sleeve with her fingers, shyness and anticipation flashed in her bright eyes.

The young Fu Qitang was sitting on the seat, with his long legs stretched out lazily, a ballpoint pen was twirling rapidly at his fingertips.He smiled, then slapped the pen on the table suddenly, stood up and walked out, "Fucking nonsense, I'm going to eat."

In the darkness, the expression on Fu Qitang's face gradually became subtle.

He saw those boys yelling strangely, laughing and joking, but the young Fu Qitang ignored him, and just stopped when he walked up to the girl, his voice was usual careless, and there was a slight smile Say, "Go. Leave them alone."

The girl let out a "hmm" and followed behind him with her head down.

The two walked through the corridor one after the other. The teaching building at noon became empty and silent, and the sound of footsteps seemed particularly obvious.

Walking to the corner of the stairs, the girl suddenly reached out and grabbed the back of the boy Fu Qitang's school uniform.

He turned around, lowered his head slightly, and raised one eyebrow, full of youthful spirit.

"what happened?"

"...you promised yesterday, didn't you?"

"Ok?"

25-year-old Fu Qitang could hear the emotions contained in this syllable, frivolous and ambiguous, like teasing the cat at home.

The girl bit her lip, her cheeks were flushed, but her eyes were bright, "Just agree to date me," she said as she anxiously wanted to take out her mobile phone, "I asked if you could be with me, you said ..."

Okay.

It turned out to be this kind of "OK"!

Fu Qitang's breath paused, and he looked at the familiar face on the screen with a complicated expression.

"So that's what happened," the young Fu Qitang laughed, "Of course, otherwise why would I have dinner with you? Am I free?"

The girl was overjoyed, and she burst out with a smile.

She looked at the boy she liked in front of her without blinking, and her hand was still grabbing his clothes, she suddenly had a bold idea.

She kissed him.

Fu Qitang was so frightened that he almost jumped up from his seat.

I have been single for 25 years, how can I have a girlfriend!Absolutely not!

He is naturally GAY!

"What's wrong?" Gong Zijun asked suddenly.

Fu Qitang looked down and found that he was holding Gong Zijun's hand, probably because he was too frightened just now and couldn't control his strength, so he grabbed him suddenly.

"It's okay." He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

He realized that what he saw was different from other people, at least not the same as Gong Zijun. If Gong Zijun also saw the scene just now, he would be jealous, right?

At least he will say a few meaningful words, it is absolutely impossible to be so calm.

"Tired, a little distracted, what happened just now?" Fu Qitang said nonchalantly, and then heard Gong Zijun's voice ringing again after a short silence.

He was very close, almost in his ear.

"It's nothing, Wen Shu was taken away by people from the research institute."

……

The next plot moved forward very fast, even though Fu Qitang's mind was in chaos, he still forced himself to watch it.

His parents died unexpectedly, and the young Fu Qitang grew up overnight. After dealing with his parents' affairs, he returned to school. There were only three months left before the college entrance examination.

When he proposed to break up with the girl, the girl cried until her shoulders trembled, but he just watched in silence for a while, then turned and left.

In the end, I was admitted to the police academy. After graduation, I went to the traffic police team, and joked with the captain that I still wanted to go to the anti-pornography team.

I have dated several girls one after another, probably because he has a good face, and his previous girlfriends are also pure and cute, but because he is not qualitative, each relationship does not last long, and they break up soon after the novelty wears off.

Until one day when he was arranged on a business trip, he nodded and agreed without hesitation.

"Do you want to drive away?" The captain asked with concern.

"Driving is too tiring, let's take the high-speed rail." He said with a smile, bowed his head and bought a ticket on his mobile phone.