The weather outside the window is very gloomy, stormy and stormy, with dark clouds. The TV in the living room is playing the weather forecast. The beautiful anchor inside is reporting that there will be a typhoon in Hong Kong tonight, reminding citizens to postpone their travel plans and prepare well. protective work.
"Hopefully today is also a day for world peace."
I sat on the wicker chair on the balcony, looked away from the sky, and lit a cigarette.
The vagaries of the weather are really inconsequential to people like me who love to stay at home. The only good thing is that the sudden rain that rings in my ears can occasionally trigger the birth of some inspiration.
My name is He Tianran, I am thirty-one years old and I am a screenwriter who is not well-known.
This should have been an ordinary day as usual, if it hadn't been for yesterday's text message.
The sender is a high school classmate of mine, she is an actress, the content is very simple, a photo of her with a fan, the text content is, this fan is very much like me.
To be honest, the portrait of the fan in that photo was so blurry that it was impossible to distinguish my appearance. Could it be that I was just a mosaic in her eyes?
Moreover, there are tens of thousands of people in this world, and it is not uncommon for them to look alike.
Of course, if it ends here, there's no need to make a fuss.
However, since last year, I have had some weird problems with my body, and I often recall many memories intermittently in my head that should not be forgotten.
Yes, a memory that should not be forgotten.
These memories were fragmented, about the future and the past. It took me a long time to piece them together, but the scene I came up with made me tremble with excitement after recovering my memory.
I used a small portion of my memory to write an article that I did not intend to publish.
The purpose is to confirm the arrival of this moment.
It was around 3:30 in the afternoon, and the doorbell rang.
I opened the door, and there was a very beautiful woman standing outside. She was my high school classmate, her name was Wen Liang.
And behind her, stood a tall young man, about five or six centimeters taller than me. His long hair was neatly tied back and he looked very artistic. It was obvious that he had a good figure and was wearing a straight suit. , your heroic spirit is tangible, unlike me, who has gained a lot of weight in recent years.
I noticed that he and I both had the exact same tear mole at the same position at the corner of the eye.
Maybe it was the way the young man saw me, his eyes were a little blank.
I know what he is confused about, because the two of us are so similar, but not that similar.
Likeness refers to facial features; dissimilarity refers to mental state.
I'm used to being a slovenly person, and I have an irregular schedule. Staying up late all year long to write has left me with severe dark circles and occupational diseases. Coupled with my heavy smoking habit, I look sickly and listless. This is normal, so it is difficult to compare with such young people of 17 or 18 years old.
"come in."
I turned around and let them enter the house. Then I walked to the refrigerator and took out a can of cold beer, opened it and took a swig.
During this period, I felt the gaze behind me. No need to guess, that kid must still be staring at me.
"natural……"
"ah?"
Suddenly, Wen Liang called me, and the boy and I both responded at the same time.
Silence spread between the three of us.
"It seems like you... knew I was coming."
Finally, the boy with the same name as me frowned and spoke first.
I took the beer and sat directly on the sofa, ignoring him. I glanced at Wen Liang who was at a loss and said with a smile:
"I didn't expect you to accept it quite quickly. Did you see him yesterday? What did he tell you at that time? Time travel? Or did you mean that I, He Tianran, woke up from sleep and returned to eighteen years old?"
The two people in front of me were stunned by the rhetorical question I blurted out.
"You... know him?"
My high school classmate has obviously not recovered yet. I like her expression very much. She is surprised and full of doubts, just like the fool who stood on the school stage and confessed his love to her.
"You know, we are all the same person. Of course we have telepathy and the like, right? He Tianran."
I looked at the boy. He should be able to understand the meaning of my words. After a few seconds, he nodded.
Wen Liang's eyes wandered back and forth between me and him, "Then now..."
"Now I want to talk to him alone."
I interrupted her speech, stood up, walked to the door, opened the door again, and looked back at the two of them. The meaning should be clear.
Wen Liang hesitated on the spot, not knowing what to do. The young me comforted her:
"It's okay, just give us some time."
"……Um."
Wen Liang turned his head and walked towards me slowly, speaking softly: "There is a typhoon tonight... He will... tonight..."
"If you live here, I can't kick myself out."
I smiled and said, she seemed a little worried, and continued: "Do you still have food in the refrigerator? There won't be takeout during the typhoon day. Do you need me to buy some and prepare it for you in advance... "
I was amused by her words. I raised my hand and pointed at the boy: "Are you concerned about him?" Then pointed at myself: "Are you still concerned about me?"
It was obvious that she was hurt by my words. I rarely see her cry. Every time she comes to see me, she always smiles and looks energetic. But at this moment, her eyes are slightly red and she is looking straight at me. , said stubbornly:
"I'm concerned about He Tianran!"
I glanced sideways at the young man whose face was already filled with anger. I softened my tone and said kindly to Wen Liang:
"I know you're good to me, but there are some things that I have to talk to him about alone. It's very important, trust me."
Wen Liang stared at me in silence for a long time, finally nodded and walked out of the door with a lonely expression.
"Drive carefully."
Before closing the door, I gave a special instruction, but unfortunately she seemed a little absent-minded and did not answer.
"I met Cao Aiqing yesterday."
The young man behind him spoke coldly.
"Wen Liang is still at the door and hasn't gone far. Maybe you can still hear me. Are you sure you want to go straight in so quickly?"
A warning successfully made the young man shut up.
I looked through the peephole and confirmed that Wen Liang had really left, then slowly turned around and smiled at my other self.
I unhurriedly took out a can of Coke from the refrigerator and put it in front of him. I knew he wouldn't take it now, but after a while, he would definitely drink it.
"You met Cao Aiqing, and what happened next? Is it different from what you imagined?" I sat opposite him and asked flatly.
"She said that you are a parasite clinging to Wen Liang. This sentence woke me up. You are still remembering the prank back then. You have been using Wen Liang's guilt towards you to eat away at her step by step. The more you let yourself down, the more miserable you are, and the more you refuse to accept her help to you, the more she will blame herself and think that what you are now is entirely caused by her!"
The "He Tianran" in front of me spoke with such indignation that his eyes were on fire, as if he was about to swallow me whole in the next second. I even wanted to applaud his reasoning.
After saying that, he seemed to be very annoyed, lowered his head, and murmured to himself: "I should have guessed it a long time ago... She told me... My scheming is nothing compared to yours, she told me , Don’t make people who are good to you sad...I should have guessed it a long time ago..."
I was very disgusted with this kind of hindsight, "So, you think the purpose of your time travel is to prevent the source of all these tragedies, for example, to prevent Wen Liang from being reborn, right?"
"you……"
I looked at the dumb boy who had been distracted by me. After a while, his eyes moved to the Coke can in front of him, and his throat squirmed slightly. I was sure that he really wanted to take a sip and calm down.
He asked in a deep voice: "How do you know that Wen Liang will be reborn? She obviously did it after you died... Moreover, how do you know about my experiences? It seems like..."
"It seems like I have experienced it myself, right?"
I responded to him in the same tone.
In the living room, our eyes met each other, like looking into a mirror.
"Let me answer your question with the next question..."
After thinking for a moment, I leaned forward a little bit, my tone full of curiosity, and asked——
"What week are you, He Tianran?"
The first person is written from the perspective of young He Tianran, and will only be used in this chapter or this meeting plot.
(End of chapter)
