Wee hours.

There is no one else in the corridor, and even the hustle and bustle of the city has become much quieter.

The neighbor's wife was motionless, staring at the door, neither speaking nor moving, it was not like something was about to knock on the door.

But it's so late, who would stand in front of the neighbor's house so silently? Don't you sleep?

In such dim light, Song Qinglan stood behind the door and observed the opponent for five minutes.

He wondered if the other party was sleepwalking.

An unarmed woman didn't have much danger. After confirming that the other party did not move further, Song Qinglan checked the lock of the door, and then turned back to the sofa. The cat was still sitting on the arm of the sofa, tilting his head to look at him.

Song Qinglan reached out and touched the cat's head. It didn't hide or make a sound.

The atmosphere is really unusual.

Song Qinglan retracted her hand, thought for a moment, and walked away from her legs to the bedroom during the monsoon rains.

He has to confirm the situation during the monsoon rains.

The bedroom door handle was turned, and there was warm light flooding the world.

Song Qinglan remembers that the rumors not only said that she loved books like her life during the rainy season, but she was also very afraid of the dark, so she never worked overnight shifts in the Ningcheng branch.

So, do you usually sleep with the lights on during the rainy season?

Sure enough, there was a night light on the bedside.

During the rainy season, the whole person lies on the soft bed sideways, half of his white face is buried in the pillow, his expression is in a relaxed state in the warm tones and dark light, and he seems to be sleeping soundly.

The air-conditioning in the room is very low, and during the monsoon rain, a thin blanket is covered on the body, which rises and falls slightly with breathing.

It looks weak during the monsoon rain.

Just like in the Kaos mission.

During the monsoon rain, Song Qinglan held him in her arms for several hours.

At this time, a fluffy thing passed by his feet.

The orange cat was fat and light, and thanks to the meat pad, Song Qinglan didn't even notice its coming. I saw it enter the room, jumped on the bed during the monsoon season, and curled up in a place by the neck during the monsoon season.

It looks like everything is back to normal.

Song Qinglan didn't enter the room, she only stood for ten seconds before gently closing the bedroom door and returning to the living room.

After this episode, Song Qinglan's only sleepiness disappeared without a trace. He swiped his phone for a while and found that Li Chun had posted a new message.

Li Chun: [My girlfriend said I was wrong, I must be wrong, there is absolutely no reason [dog head]]

There are many tricks of scumbag deceptive quotations.

Song Qinglan had just flashed this thought, but immediately thought-when did Li Chun have a girlfriend?

Before leaving the mission last time, Li Chun said that he hadn't had time to ask for the girl's mobile phone number, and he regretted that.

Song Qinglan sent a message to Li Chun, who was full of serious thoughts, asking him to wake up and contact him.

After thinking about it, Song Qinglan sent a message to the rest of the team again, with the content: [After waking up, Sulian. ]

This group of **** can sleep in bed more than one during the holiday, and Song Qinglan wondered how soon they would not wake up. But it happened that he had no idea about Jiyu, and the contact was nothing more than asking about the other party's situation, nothing more.

Woke up early in the morning during the monsoon rain.

There was a trace of Xiaoju's stay next to the pillow. It seems that it sneaked into the room last night, but he didn't notice it at all.

It has been a long, long time since the monsoon rains have slept so deeply.

Only before going to bed had he discussed a terrifying topic, but he didn't even dream about it. Could it be because there is an extra person in the house?

However, this kind of situation seldom happened even when Min came in from the previous quarter.

Unexpectedly during the monsoon rains, he smelled the aroma of breakfast and coffee as soon as he walked out of the room.

In the kitchen, Song Qinglan is frying eggs.

He is too tall, and the spacious kitchen just seems half smaller by him alone.

Surprised during the rainy season: "You—"

"Don't go to my grandfather's house now." Song Qinglan immediately said when he saw him wake up, "I booked the nearest train ticket. We will go back to Jiangcheng directly after breakfast."

Song Qinglan had already washed, and she could see that she didn't sleep well, but she was still in good spirits and seemed to have endless energy forever.

During the rainy season, I didn't actually want to ask him why he hasn't left, but why he still cooks.

Song Qinglan poured the eggs into the plate, looking skillful. The fried eggs were golden brown on the sides, and the heat was just right at first glance.

Seeing Song Qinglan picked up the second egg with one hand, she knocked it on the edge of the pot smoothly, and the egg slipped into the pan, steaming, her posture was simply elegant. A man with such a sense of presence and aggressiveness does not violate cooking.

"Oh."

During the rainy season, I couldn't bear to remind him that this egg was probably expired.

Living alone during the rainy season, he didn't do much cooking at first, these were all left before he went to Jiangcheng. Regardless of how long they had been released before that, it was said that a full month had passed since they were tasked.

The egg liquid in the pot seems to be normal, as long as it is cooked, it should be okay, right?

Looking at Song Qinglan's fried eggs on the plate, I found myself craving a bit during the rainy season.

The immunity and intestinal flora of two adults should be enough to cope with these eggs, as long as they eat less, it should be okay.

Convinced myself during the rainy season.

Then... he saw Song Qinglan fry five eggs in one breath.

During the rainy season: "..."

Just kidding, Song Qinglan is 193 centimeters tall and weighs more than 90 kilograms. In fact, five eggs are not enough to stuff his teeth. Had it not been for the refrigerator during the monsoon season, there was nothing left, he could have some more.

"This time I have a three-month holiday. I originally planned to have some time to go shopping in Ningcheng." Song Qinglan chatted with him, "I didn't expect to go back so soon."

During the rainy season, he said, "Actually, there is nothing to go shopping in Ningcheng. The cities are almost the same."

Song Qinglan: "It's not the same. I have been in kindergarten for a few years here. Here are my childhood memories."

During the rainy season, "Well, the three-year kindergarten stick figure champion?"

It seems that during the rainy season, I really remember everything, even bragging.

Song Qinglan was noncommittal about this ridicule and joked: "Not only are there memories of the stick figure champion, but also the'first love'. I remember that there was a very nice little girl in the kindergarten at the time. We had a good time. Later, when I returned to Jiangcheng, she also Cried…"

Having said that, when he looked back at Monsoon, "What is your expression, couldn't I be a little charming when I was a child?"

During the monsoon rain, his beautiful eyes were wide open, as if he didn't believe his words at all.

As soon as Song Qinglan spoke, she remembered that she hadn't gotten smaller in front of the monsoon rains. The picture of the pair wearing adult clothes and staggering behind his teammates was so beautiful. He was a little embarrassed for a while, so he had to cough lightly, and Wan Zun said, "Well, I still remember her name, it seems to be called... Han Han. There is a chance. Find her."

During the rainy season, he said mercilessly: "Then you may not be able to find it."

The egg has been fried while talking.

Song Qinglan didn't mind this blow, it was just a silly talk.

He sat down and allocated the eggs to the two during the rainy season: "Counselor Ji, does your talkative neighbor have somnambulism?"

"Is the neighbor's wife? She has sleepwalking?" During the rainy season, she put the egg back on Song Qinglan's plate, "What do you mean?"

Song Qinglan recounted what happened last night.

It sounded crippled, and he was a little surprised during the monsoon rains. He had never noticed somnambulism in his neighbors. During those sleepless nights, he didn't even think about going through the cat's eyes on the door to see what was going on outside.

This matter will be ignored for the time being.

Song Qinglan had already visited once in the morning, and the neighbor's wife had disappeared.

During the rainy season, I asked: "So you haven't slept so late?"

"Well, I kind of recognize the bed." Song Qinglan tapped the edge of the plate lightly with a fork, smiling nonchalantly, "Don't like eggs?"

During the rainy season: "..."

Song Qinglan meant something: "I don't like luncheon meat or eggs. Consultant Ji is really hard to raise. It seems that if no one has told you that you don't like it, you have to say it."

He didn't speak during the rainy season, and it is almost doubtful whether no one has ever said anything to him.

Song Qinglan added: "I'm not picky eaters, everything can be solved."

Knowing earlier that he didn't like to eat during the rainy season would not force him to eat so much luncheon meat in the bearded space capsule.

During the monsoon rains, he just didn't tell the habit of personal likes and dislikes. He didn't like luncheon meat, but he still liked eggs. He hesitated: "Like...I thought you didn't like luncheon meat."

Song Qinglan quickly replied: "I like it too."

As soon as the voice fell, both of them were silent for a moment.

It’s just a discussion of food early in the morning, how can it be as embarrassing as to start a deep understanding of each other.

The strange thing is that they have clearly experienced countless lives and deaths, and they have a perfect and tacit synchronization of each other's thoughts and thoughts, but when they return to life, they find that they don't know anything about each other. Except for the relationship between the captain and the temporary team members, none of them seem to be friends. Speaking of which, he and Song Qinglan are actually not very familiar.

There are no friends during the monsoon, and I don’t know how to take the initiative to maintain a relationship.

But he could feel Song Qinglan's approach.

The suspected expired eggs are delicious, and Song Qinglan's coffee is also very good.

In the quiet chewing sound, one thing suddenly became clear during the monsoon rain—so in the space capsule, those canned luncheon meats were all made by Song Qinglan?

No wonder the beard misunderstood at that time.

During the rainy season, she quietly lowered her eyelashes and curled her fingers on the fork handle unconsciously.

These straight men, are the friendships so direct and sincere?

During the monsoon rain, I used a homemade breakfast at home. With the fluke of wondering if I would have diarrhea, I went out with Song Qinglan during the monsoon rain.

The two went downstairs together, but met Ji Minyue at the entrance of the corridor.

Ji Min wore glasses and held Corgi at home.

As before, he seems to be just taking the dog for a walk, and stop by here to take a look at the rainy season.

When the three people met, Ji Minyue just stood there, his back facing the sunlight outside the corridor, making it difficult to see his expression.

"Brother?" said hello during the rainy season, and then told Song Qinglan, "It's my brother."

Ji Min didn't move.

When it was rainy season, he walked over and saw Ji Minyue's face clearly.

It turned out that the more Ji Min stared at him, and when he saw him, he was not curious about who his friends were. He just said: "Old Ji called you home."

Thinking that the family was worried about him, he told Ji Minyue during the rainy season: "Team Song and I have to go to Jiangcheng now."

Ji Minyue only repeated it again: "Old Ji called you home."

During the monsoon rain, I felt uncomfortable even a little bit: "Ji Minyue, what's wrong with you?"

Ji Minyue: "Old Ji called you home."

From the meeting to the present, after saying it three times in a row, Ji Minyue's voice was very rigid, with a sense of mechanicalness.

When he spoke, his eyes were staring at the monsoon rain, and he didn't even blink his eyelids. He was not at all that close brother.

During the rainy season, someone took a step back, and Song Qinglan said to him: "Look at this dog."

The Corgi stood beside Ji Minyue. As a dog, it did not spit out its tongue to dissipate heat in such weather. It is the same as the owner, but just looks at them like that and doesn't move.

"It's not sleepwalking." Song Qinglan said, "Your neighbor is not right, your elder brother is not right, have you noticed that your cat didn't bark this morning?"

When the two had breakfast, the cat jumped on the table.

During the rainy season, he thought he was interested in fried eggs. At this moment, when I recalled, the cat was just lying there and watching them, like watching.

Also, before he left, he added cat food to the automatic feeder, but the cat also sat far away abnormally, without making a sound.

"We have to go!"

After Song Qinglan finished speaking, the two quickly walked towards the parking spot.

Ji Min led the dog and followed them silently, until Song Qinglan started the car, he still watched them silently.

The off-road vehicle poured out neatly, and after a short pause, Ji Minyue pounced on the glass.

Familiar faces are close at hand, Ji Minyue mechanically said: "Old Ji calls you home."

During the rainy season, there is an urge to open the car door and follow Ji Min.

Song Qinglan woke him up: "During the rainy season!"

It was only during the rainy season that he realized that his hand had been placed on the door of the car. He woke up with a sharp spirit and withdrew his hand. Song Qinglan drove the car out without hesitation.

It is getting closer and closer to the exit of the community, and I saw a horror scene in the rearview mirror during the monsoon rains.

Ji Minyue, Corgi, neighbor's wife and her children, as well as the community administrator, all stood behind.

They stood there blankly, watching the car drive away quietly.

The car drove out of the complex and merged into the early morning traffic.

The city is full of traffic, the sun is shining, and everything is business as usual, just like the abnormality they encountered in the community just now is an illusion.

But in the monsoon season, I knew it was not.

How is this going?

Ji Minyue and him are family members, his neighbour's wife and children are considered familiar with him, and the community manager once helped him find cats...These are people who are related to him.

"I called my grandfather's house in the morning, but I didn't get through." Song Qinglan said, "I tried it at home and no one answered. I thought it was just a coincidence, but now it seems that something is wrong. I guess these abnormalities. It’s not just related to you, it may be the same on my side."

Like guessing what she was thinking during the rainy season, Song Qinglan, who was driving, gave reference information.

Why is this happening?

Both are at a loss.

"Do you want to go to Minister Wang now?" Song Qinglan asked, "What do you think?"

No hesitation during the monsoon: "Go."

Song Qinglan had expected this answer long ago, and only drove the car fast and steady.

On the way, Song Qinglan received a call from Duan Wen because of the message sent last night.

"Team Song." Duan Wen's voice was suppressed very low, his tone sounded a little unusual, "It's not convenient for you to talk now?"

Song Qinglan said: "I am with Consultant Ji."

In the in-vehicle communicator, Duan Wen seemed to be taken aback. Why are these two people together again?

But knowing that the monsoon was there, Duan Wen let go of his voice, and quickly said nervously: "Fuck me, I think I'm crazy."

"Team Song, do you remember the tree on the lawn of my backyard? I planted it on my 25th birthday." Duan Wen was so excited that he forgot to use his words, "I made a wish that day, 35 years old. We must get married. When we get married, this tree will just happen to hang a swing for the child. Yesterday afternoon, when the swing was half done, my **** remembered... Where did I get the child?"

Duan Wen’s voice was trembling: "But I just have it. I am a daughter. She is very cute. My wife is from the research team of our Jiangcheng branch. She has known each other for five years. But I clearly remembered pursuing her. She did not agree. In the future, I will be invited to the wedding... How could this be? In my memory now, that wedding was my and hers. I think I am crazy, is it because of time and space hijacking, how can I have such a serious sequelae? "

Both people in the car changed their faces.

Outside of reason, as expected.

Song Qinglan comforted in a deep voice: "Don't panic, we also have similar symptoms."

Duan Wen was stunned: "Fuck, it's not a blessing to share, why don't I panic?"

"Brother Wen." said during the rainy season, "Team Song and I are guessing that this situation is likely to be caused by the overlapping of double memories."

During the monsoon rains, the voice is cold, and every time the analysis is performed, the listener can quickly settle down. Although he and Song Qinglan didn't have any clues yet, during the monsoon rains, they quickly used a simple description to let Duan Wen understand the situation.

Duan Wen asked: "Then what do I do now?"

"I have a piece of information here to send to you later, see what you can think of." Song Qinglan pointed to Minister Wang's information, and then continued, "You can contact them and learn about each other's situation. I and Consultant Ji On the way back to Jiangcheng."

hang up the phone.

The information was passed to Duan Wen during the rainy season.

There was a traffic jam on the road, and when they arrived at Ningcheng North Station, they were a little short of time.

Fortunately, both of them are tall and long legs, and there is still too much time to pit in the station non-stop after parking.

People come and go at the station, and passengers from all over the place gather here, always busy.

Passing through the parking lot, square and lobby, Song Qinglan noticed that at some distance, some strange faces would stop and look at them.

The memory of these faces during the monsoon rains can be quickly retrieved.

He remembered that as long as the people who stopped and looked at them, they had met him somewhere.

There is a saying is the law of six.

The argument is that between two strangers, at most every six people will find someone they know. This means that no matter who is in this world, there will be no more than six interpersonal relationships with another stranger.

Passing by in the same city, glimpses of different places, the world is big or small, even if it is far from the exaggeration of the law of six, they must be in the dark. connect.

Follow Song Qinglan during the monsoon rain, and shuttle in the crowd.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his clothes.

Looking back during the rainy season, it was the cleaning staff of the hall.

He passed this hall several times in the past and met the cleaner. Once, he helped the cleaner pick up **** on the ground.

At this time, the cleaner caught him, but said nothing, and there was no emotion in his dim eyes, as if it was just to stop him from moving forward.

When the monsoon rains only stopped for a moment, five or six people walked behind the cleaners.

They walked around in the crowd, staring at the monsoon season without blinking, just like Ji Minyue and the neighbor's wife showed. They approached silently, meaning they wanted to encircle the monsoon.

The pedestrians in the past seemed to ignore all this.

Facing such a circle of people, such a real numb expression appears from the human face, which makes people feel like being in a real nightmare.

"During the rainy season!"

Song Qinglan soon discovered that he hadn't kept up during the monsoon rains, and fell back and grabbed his hand.

In just ten seconds, a layer of cold sweat appeared on his palm during the monsoon rain, and he suddenly woke up: "Team Song!"

There are more and more people, from five or six at the beginning to a dozen.

People formed a human wall, blocking their way to Jiangcheng.

Song Qinglan's expression was solemn: "Go!"

During the monsoon rains, they followed Song Qinglan out of the encirclement, and the two walked quickly.

Song Qinglan pushed aside the encirclement unceremoniously. He was so powerful that those people were knocked into pieces and had to make a way, but they still followed them at the same pace.

The ID card was verified at the ticket gate, and the two finally entered the platform.

They are swift enough, and those people cannot take the suspended train without buying tickets, and can only stand behind the glass windows outside the platform.

Being watched by such a group of people behind, it seems that even the speed of the train has slowed down.

On the platform, the passengers waiting for the train, Yan Yan, chatted with each other with a smile, which formed a sharp contrast with the unusualness behind him.

Between this reality and the unrealistic, the car finally came.

They boarded the car, and because of the angle, those people could no longer see them.

In the sound of the wind after the train started, as the field of vision became farther, during the monsoon rain, I saw those people who suddenly came to life, with vivid expressions and regaining their vitality.