When I Found the Heroine As a Teenager

The world is crazy, Zhou Qinglang thought.

It is not normal.

And everyone felt that she was abnormal.

"Don't call me a doctor, I'm not sick."

Zhou Qinglang looked at Lin Qiushui next to him, and then at the couple sitting in the living room who hadn't seen him for a long time.

For a moment, Zhou Qinglang thought that he had come to a chaotic time and space.

In this time and space, the couple's young daughter died in a car accident outside the amusement park, and she was adopted by the couple.

But Zhou Qinglang will soon know that it is not, because there is still a birthday present from her sister on her neck.

Polished and smooth small jade beads, on the small wooden chips, a ‘lang’ is engraved stroke by stroke.

This was carved for her by Xia Wan, and she brought it to her personally. There is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

"Then you go take a rest first, did you not rest well, that's why the hallucinations appeared."

Zhou Qinglang ignored these words.

She sat in the room, holding the small piece of wood, trying to find out why the world became like this.

There must be something wrong with the fall.

Suddenly Zhou Qinglang thought of something, and once again opened up Jiang Wan's call.

After learning where the "Xiawan Shuang" was buried, Zhou Qinglang hurriedly went out and took a taxi to the cemetery.

According to what Jiang Wan said, Zhou Qinglang and the Cemetery Management Office consulted for information, and ran towards the tombstone for a while.

The tombstone seemed to have not been taken care of for a while, and a layer of dust fell on it.

Zhou Qinglang carefully wiped off the ashes from the tombstone and looked at the photo on the tombstone for a long while, revealing a look of joy and sadness.

"It's not you..."

Zhou Qinglang laughed, his voice even worse.

"It's not you... where did you go?"

The little girl in the photo is about ten years old, small and well-behaved, very similar to the Xia Wan pair that Zhou Qinglang first met.

But Zhou Qinglang knew that it was not her summer evening pair.

The surrounding stone steles watched the world coldly and silently, watching the girl's ecstasy and frustration, watching her despair, and seeing her desperate.

Zhou Qing Langku sat in front of the tombstone, holding the jade pendant and small wooden sign hanging around his neck.

Suddenly she thought of something. My sister has been emotionally upset since last night, as if... as if she knew she was leaving.

Did someone take her away?

Why is this world distorted like this?

Zhou Qinglang forced himself to calm down, left the cemetery, and returned to his current home.

But in two days, she figured out her current situation.

She was still a high school student, but she was in the first year of high school. When she was twelve years old, she was taken home for adoption by that uncle. The uncle said that she was begging on the street before she was picked up. Changed.

There is no Xia Wan Double in this world, as if she should die at the age of ten.

No matter how you search on the Internet, there is no trace left by the second.

Zhou Qinglang had a faint guess in her heart, if the summer night pair that belonged to her did not appear, then her life trajectory would be the way it is now, as if it had been set.

The world is too illusory, but she doesn't know how to escape.

Zhou Qinglang tried all the methods he could think of was absurd.

To explore more possibilities, she needs to be rich or powerful.

But she has nothing now, even the summer evening pair is lost.

Lin Qiushui discovered that her nominal cousin seemed to have become strange after being abnormal for a few days.

Although I didn't care about people in the past, it won't look scary like it is now.

He obviously didn't do anything, but he seemed to be surrounded by black mist, and when he stared at people, it made people feel cold.

She became very withdrawn, and no strangers should enter. Sometimes she would show a very empty and painful expression. Lin Qiushui didn't know if the sister in her mouth was her fantasy, but even if it was a fantasy, that person was definitely for her. It is also very important.

At the very beginning, Zhou Qinglang eagerly wanted to grow up by herself, and eagerly wanted to find a way to meet Xia Wanshuang, but gradually, she knew that it was useless to be anxious.

She can only endure this long suffering, waiting for the Xia Wan Shuanghui to appear before her like a god.

She had a faint hunch that Xia Wan Shuang still existed somewhere.

Zhou Qinglang applied to skip the grade and took the college entrance examination in advance, thinking that if he speeded up the time like this, he might be able to get closer to what he wanted to pursue.

But the world didn't let her wait until the summer evening double, but forced her to forget the summer evening double.

On the second day after Xia Wanshuang disappeared for a whole year, Zhou Qinglang realized that he had forgotten something.

Before she went to sleep yesterday, she was still thinking about the haggard face, pale and bloodless lips, and a cold kiss on the day Xia Wanshuang left.

But today, she seems to be almost unable to remember Xia Wanshuang's face.

Zhou Qinglang walked around the room in a panic, opened his own drawing book, and saw the familiar person in his pen, he was slightly relieved.

Does this false world begin to tamper with her memory?

Memory seems to be betraying the will, even if Zhou Qinglang tries hard to catch it, more and more things are forgotten.

She forgot the appearance of Xia Wanshuang, the sound of Xia Wanshuang, the taste of the food made by Xia Wanshuang, and how she met Xia Wanshuang.

She repeatedly searched for her previous memories every day, and there were a lot of papers posted in the room.

Zhou Qinglang was desperate and collapsed, afraid that he would completely forget the summer evening pair under that weird force majeure.

If she doesn't even remember Xia Wanshuang, then Xia Wanshuang really never existed.

She doesn't allow it! She would never allow it!

What can't be forgotten, really can't be forgotten.

But even though she was hysterical, the memory still flowed away from her fingers like water.

"Guest, are you sure that the tattoo is on your wrist?"

Zhou Qinglang looked at his hand quietly and nodded.

She vaguely remembered that the person did not allow her to get tattoos.

But she did so, why didn't that person appear to criticize her?

This world does not let that person appear.

Zhou Qinglang urged himself to learn anything useful even more urgently, trying to find Xia Wan Shuang before the day of complete oblivion arrives.

When Zhou Qinglang was 21 years old, she woke up from her sleep and looked at her room, a little dazed.

There are many pictures posted in the room, all of which are the same girl.

Some papers are full of words, just the name of a person.

"Summer-night-double."

She pronounced the name word by word.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity struck my mind, accompanied by constant obsessions day and night.

Zhou Qinglang looked at him, with a jade pendant hung, and a ‘double’ tattoo on the wrist of his right hand.

Don't forget her, don't forget her, don't forget her!

Zhou Qinglang covered his head, trying to stuff his body with all the memories he didn't want to forget.

The nerves seemed to be too late, something was playing with the will, forcing her to forget everything she didn't want to forget.

The knife that finished cutting the fruit was quietly placed on the table last night, and Zhou Qinglang took it in a daze.

She wrapped her wounds with a cold face, her eyes filled with haze.

"As long as I'm still alive, I won't forget her, you won't want to succeed."

Disgusting world.

Zhou Qinglang put on his coat and worked as usual.

She voluntarily asked to go to the headquarters of Haicheng, only to climb high enough to find the answer.

She worked hard day and night for this, towards a future that might not have an answer.

It was on this day that Zhou Qinglang's life had undergone tremendous changes.

The wealthy Baocuo, a dramatic life.

Looking at the couple who took her for the examination, weeping with joy and seeing the results of the examination, and looking at her with guilt on their faces, Zhou Qinglang had no fluctuations in her heart.

Even vaguely feel that this is also the arrangement of this world.

Zhou Qinglang looked at all people and things indifferently like a bystander, she seemed to have been separated from the world, and occasionally she couldn't feel the existence of her own body.

Once his status changed, Zhou Qinglang didn't feel uncomfortable. He immediately fought for what he could get, and began frequent contact with spirits, gods and ghosts.

The child who occupied the magpie's nest tried to pretend to be framed in front of her, and Zhou Qinglang had no time to play with her.

She forgets it every day, and she remembers it every day.

The arm wrapped in the clothes was scarred and hideous.

This is the wound Zhou Qinglang doesn't want to see for outsiders, and the scar of her being alone in this world.

Many people cheat money, many people are useless, but they are not completely useless.

It was a skinny old monk with a Buddhist bead in his hand and chanting scriptures in his mouth. His bleak eyes seemed to see through the fate of the dust.

"This bead hung a wisp of dust, so it didn't dissipate."

The old monk looked at the red string hanging around Zhou Qinglang's neck. He clearly saw the jade bead, but he spoke with confidence.

"How do I find her."

Zhou Qinglang only wanted an answer.

"People from outside, why bother about it."

The old monk folded his hands together and shook his head.

"How do I find her."

Zhou Qinglang's black eyes were deep, and he asked again.

"Everything is vain, and what we ask for is fruitless."

After the old monk left, Zhou Qinglang lost control for the first time and smashed everything.

The secretary was frightened outside the door, and didn't dare to bother.

The circle began to sigh for a while because of the Zhou family’s mistake. I thought I could see a joke about the fight between the real daughter and the fake, but I didn’t expect the real daughter to have too much combat power. He went straight to the company and his abilities exceeded everyone’s imagination. .

He is bold and meticulous in doing things, with ruthless means, without a woman's squeamishness, but with beautiful eyebrows, he is a ruthless character.

No one thought that the fake daughter could be compared with her, and even many young talents were damaged in her hands, like the young and vicious young wolf king, far better than her father.

The legend in her body is not only that, everyone has said that she is actually mentally ill, and sometimes she talks about God and God, praying to the Buddha, like a lunatic.

It was rumored to be a joke, but the people who got along with Zhou Qinglang, her biological parents, the sister who occupied the magpie's nest, and the secretary and assistants who followed him, all knew that Zhou Qinglang's madness was just a difference.

The secretary has never seen such a person, young and beautiful but seemingly dying; as if all kinds of treasures are insignificant, but he will carefully caress a wooden sign; as if there is nothing missing, as if there is nothing.

To say that she is crazy, it seems that no one is more sober than her, to say that she is sensible, and it seems that she is looking for things that don't exist.

Like this, like a monster on earth.

When she was in a good mood, the secretary boldly asked if the tattoo on her wrist had any special meaning.

Zhou Qinglang curled his lips and smiled lightly, but his eyes were extremely gloomy.

She touched the tattoo, tenderly as if she was touching her lover who was thinking about her day and night.

"This is my favorite person."

Also the person I hate the most.

It's the one I obsessed with taking root.

Is the one I ask for.

It's someone I can't get.