14 years time difference

She said, "Who are you?" After she finished speaking, she paused for two seconds, and then said, "Where are you from?" for another two seconds.She originally wanted to ask, this time, when will you leave?When the words came to her lips, what she asked was: "Do you feel pain?"

The Dusi man supported half of his body with a cane, and walked down very slowly, one step and another step.

Lin Zhique raised his head and watched her walking slowly, getting closer and closer.

she was--

Lin Zhique's first thought was that she was so thin.

Thin, pale, and almost haggard, the neckline of the round-neck T-shirt slipped a little with the movement, revealing the thin and clear collarbone, the cotton and linen pants that were too loose were dangling, and then there were slender ankles and a pair of naked feet.

Her leg hurts.

The light from the electric light on the second floor was blocked by the floor, and it was only enough to illuminate half of the stairs. The dividing line between light and dark slantedly divided the wall beside the stairs into two.

Dusi came slowly from the light to the shadows.

Lin Zhique didn't get up, nor did he speak.She was watching the person walking towards her very carefully, seeing her slightly changed eyebrow shape, seeing a few stray bangs on her forehead, and seeing that she was the same as before, round , The corners of the eyes droop slightly, and a pair of almond eyes that are always shining.

When they met for the first time, she also walked down this staircase. It was an evening in spring, there was a faint bath fragrance in the air, and her hair was wet. The picture at that time was reflected in Lin Zhique's mind In the sky, there seems to be a mist of water penetrated by the evening light, moist, bright and warm.

But at this moment, the world is divided into light and dark, and the air is dry. The person in front of him is as thin as a fallen leaf.

What season is it now?Is it autumn?

Lin Zhique didn't get up, but subconsciously changed to a less embarrassing sitting position——when she realized it, she realized that she was like a weak woman in an ancient TV drama who fell to the ground, her eyes were pitiful, and she was about to vomit blood in a second kind of.

The Dusi people walked past the dividing line on the wall.

She stopped.

Then he raised his head, looked at the ceiling, and looked at it seriously for a while.

Just when Lin Zhique was feeling baffled, she suddenly said, "Did you fall from here? Is this the crack in time and space?"

"..."

Lin Zhique had nothing to say, so he had to stand up by himself.

Du Siren finally looked away from the ceiling, and smiled at her after a long time. With a smile, like a fallen leaf coming back to life, it stretched out its vigorous veins.

Lin Zhique was convinced that the scene in front of him was real.

But Du Siren didn't tell Lin Zhique a lot of things, for example, she was about to cry just now, so she had to raise her head, pretending to look for the gap in time and space, for example, when she heard her cursing voice on the bed, she immediately turned over with her handicapped legs Getting out of bed, one didn't stand still, and crawled two steps on the floor.

She didn't want her to see these silly and embarrassing appearances at this moment of reunion after a long absence.

Dusiren smiled and said, "Hello, I am 24-year-old Dusiren. Who are you?"

Lin Zhique looked puzzled: "24 years old? What year is it now?"

"In 2008, today is September 2008, 9."

Before she went back to 2019, it was August 2005, 8.Three years have passed.Du Siren is 27 years old, and to her, she has become an old person whom she hasn't seen in three years.

I wonder if there is anyone new in her life?

But Lin Zhique didn't have the spare time to care about this matter at the moment, and she had some other ominous premonition in her heart.

"What's wrong with your leg?"

"Injured." Du Si said coquettishly, "I was injured during the rehearsal last week. It hurts to death."

"...a dress rehearsal for what event?"

"Mid-Autumn Party."

It was exactly the same as what Xu Wenjing said.Dusi fell off the elevator platform in the rehearsal of the party and could no longer dance.

It would be great if she came earlier, half a month earlier.

In the face of such a cruel thing, she couldn't say a word of comfort, and everything seemed pale.

As a result, Du Siren first spoke to comfort her: "It doesn't hurt that much anymore, and it can be removed in half a month."

"Then I won't dance anymore, what do you want to do?" She also didn't want to pretend nothing happened in front of her, to avoid the existing scars.

"Stop dancing? Why don't you dance?"

"Didn't the doctor say..." She stopped in the middle of the sentence.A new, hopeful thought popped into her mind, "...what did the doctor say to you? What about your back? Did it hurt too?"

"Waist? No. Only the knee. The doctor said that the splint was removed, and it will be fine after three months of rest."

"What about three months later? Everything is normal? No sequelae?"

Dusi shook his head, "No."

"Didn't you fall off the lift?"

"No, it wasn't me who fell off." She demonstrated the scene to her with gestures, "I was standing in the middle of the lifting platform, and I couldn't fall."

"Why are you standing in the middle?" This is different from what Xu Wenjing said.

"Because..." Dusi moved her head closer, and whispered, as if to tell her a secret, "I'm more red. The red person stands in the middle."

Lin Zhique immediately turned and walked towards the living room.

Dusi hurriedly followed her on crutches. "I am telling the truth!"

"Oh." The moment she turned around, her emotions rushed out like opening a gate to release a flood. Fortunately, her back was turned to her, so she didn't shed tears.

History here has changed.She is fine.Still can laugh, can chatter.fortunately.fortunately.

Lin Zhique turned on a porch light to light up the living room without making the house too eye-catching in the dark outside.

She ordered Dusi to sit down on the sofa.

While resting his legs, the Dusi people asked: "What about you? What year was it? Is it really the future? How did you come here? Last time? Where have you been these few years? You went back What? How did you go back?"

Lin Zhique replied: "I came here in 2019, but I don't know whether 2019 is the future for this place or for you."

"What do you mean?"

"The easiest way to verify, let me ask you, you should know me, right? The other me. The one who is 16 years old this year."

"I know." Du Siren nodded again and again, "The day you disappeared, she... another you came."

"And then? You only met once or twice, and never contacted?"

"Of course not. I work every year, and I will go to East China seven or eight times at least. I will go to their school and bring delicious food to her and Xinan. We are still netizens, and occasionally send text messages or something. But she doesn't know much about it. I just want to talk to me. Why is she like that? She’s so young, she’s not friendly at all!" Dusi complained to her.

"Why should she talk to you?" Lin Zhique replied for the other self.Things are similar to what she guessed. In another of her growing experiences, Dusi people are not almost strangers like she remembered when she was young, "Don't interrupt. If I come from the future, then she is my past, she I should know everything I've been through."

"Yes."

"But she's not. It's not my past. When I was a child, I was never a netizen with you, and I couldn't send text messages. The number of times I met you can be counted on one hand. You don't know Xu Xinan either."

Du Siren suddenly realized: "No wonder you were so indifferent to me at that time."

"...That's not the point. The point is, she and I are probably completely two people, and she won't be me in the future."

"That is to say," Dusiren said while thinking, "you also know another me. The other me has never been in touch with you. And that me fell off the lifting platform during the rehearsal of the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala. Since then Can't dance anymore."

"Yes."

"What happened to that one of me? After she couldn't dance, how was she doing?"

Lin Zhique said bluntly without hesitation: "She is dead."

"Ah?" Du Siren opened his mouth wide in surprise.

She traveled across time and space, bringing the news of her death.

"Yes. I will tell you the details. In short, we have many things to figure out, why I came here, and how your world is different from mine. You," Lin Zhi Que paused, "The other you died in 2011, three years from now."

"I...have three more years to live?" Du Siren was in a daze, still in shock.

"I don't agree with your death. I came here from a long distance. If you dare to die, I will dig your grave and blow up your Jincheng."

Du Siren blinked again and again, trying to make her thoughts clearer. She looked at Lin Zhique and nodded vigorously, "I'm not dead. She's not me. We are different."

"Yes, you are different, she can't dance, you can't."

"I met you. She didn't."

When she said this, she looked at her like in 2005, the eve of her 21 years old.

In an instant, some doubts in Lin Zhique's heart were melted away.

But immediately after, Du Siren said again full of sorrow: "Then, I'm not her. You...do you still need to call me aunt?"

"Call you aunt?" Lin Zhique raised an eyebrow.

"correct."

"Don't even think about it."

"Why? Even if there are two you, there are two me, but the DNA should be the same, right? In terms of blood, you should call me aunt. I am your elder, you have to respect me, and you can't treat me I like to ignore it." Dusi crossed her arms, crossed her injured leg, and leaned back on the sofa like an old man.

If it wasn't for thinking about her leg injury, Lin Zhique would have already kicked in the air.

"In terms of blood, we have no relationship at all. In terms of emotional relationship, you have not fulfilled your duty as an elder."

Moreover, there is no aunt in this world who would ask to fall in love with her niece every day.

"It doesn't matter at all?"

"Yeah. My dad." Lin Zhique didn't like the title very much, so he changed his words: "Your brother," which sounded a little shocking. "Du Shen. Du Shen has no blood relationship with you."

Du Siren opened his mouth wide in shock again, "I was adopted? I thought my mother lied to me!"

"...Unfortunately, your mother is indeed lying to you. You are biological, but Du Shen is not."

Du Siren's eyes wandered, looking at the balcony.

For her, in just a few minutes, shocks came one after another.

There is a red invitation card on the coffee table.Lin Zhique picked it up and looked through it.It's Xu Wenjing's wedding invitation.

"Oh," she said flatly, "Xu Wenjing is getting married."

"Yeah." Du Siren's eyes came back again, "Hey, then," she leaned forward, "Where is Wen Jing? Is Wen Jing doing well? Is she happy after marriage?"

"Happiness. Divorced."

Shocked one after another.

Du Siren collapsed on the backrest, raised his head as if giving up struggling.

Lin Zhique began to recount everything that happened up to 2019 in detail, telling how another Dusi person went to death. She told a paragraph, and Dusiren thought about her experiences in the past few years. What's the difference? The conversation got longer and longer, and it lasted until the middle of the night—mainly because Dusi people talked too much nonsense and loved to interrupt. She couldn't wait to tell her many things in the past three years. It’s about work, what’s going on on the set, what’s going on at the album signing, what kind of people I’ve met, what kind of friends are around me, what’s going on in the entertainment circle.

At 03:30 in the morning, when it was finally mentioned that Li Miaomiao abandoned her for Chen Jia, she was filled with righteous indignation, "I knew it! And said they had no sex, liar."

"...The point is, do they have an affair?"

Du Siren sighed a little, "But it's understandable."

"Understand what? It's not you who died, of course you understand."

Du Siren and Lin Zhique talked about the many experiences of supporting each other between her and Miaomiao in the past three years.

At the end, she said, "So, there are also two different Miaomiao and two different Chen Jia?"

"Yes. I guess so."

Du Siren is not without yearning: "It seems to be very happy to meet each other no matter where in time and space is. It sounds like they are all living well, except that they are not together. How does Chen Jia look in 2019?"

"It looks... like a big star? It's very delicate and has a lot of temperament."

"...When I usually work, my temperament is not bad."

"Don't talk nonsense. You have to ask and compare with others."

Lin Zhique walked up and down the living room while talking, sometimes sitting on the coffee table, sometimes on the sofa, and occasionally went to the kitchen to open the refrigerator to get mineral water.It was inconvenient for Du Si to walk around, so he had to change his sitting position every once in a while, put his flexible leg up and down, occasionally stretch his waist, and move his injured leg back and forth.

The words finally came to March 2019, 3. "That day, I came to Jincheng and just landed, so I came to see the agent to talk about selling this house."

Du Siren asked: "You came here on purpose? Why don't my dad talk to the agent? He has been saying for two years that he wants to sell this place."

"...Your father is over 70. I happened to be on vacation, so Du Shen asked me to help." Lin Zhique finally lied, covering up the fact that Du Siren's parents had passed away in 2019.

After the plane landed, she left her luggage at the hotel, came here, opened the door with a key, and then met the 21-year-old her.

Du Siren heard this quietly, didn't say a word, just looked at her with a soft smile.

It seems that I like this bridge section very much.

Lin Zhique sat on the coffee table and kicked Du Siren's left leg, "Hey! It's your turn. Tell me what happened to you that day."

"I... that day..." Du Siren came back to his senses, "I went to school, returned a set of discs to Director Li's store, and had lunch at school by the way. There are many students near our school cafeteria. Flyer, I got a flyer for "Loving Girls". Then I came home, took a shower, and you showed up."

It didn't sound like there were any new leads, just what the Dus had told her before.

"So, that day, you met me, and for the first time you had the idea of ​​going to the draft."

"Yes."

For the people of Dusi, that day was, in a sense, the starting point of their destiny, and also a turning point to change their destiny.

"What about today? What were you doing before I showed up today?"

"I'm calling for help." Du Siren answered seriously.

"what?"

"Call for help. That's it." The Dusi pretended to hold the walkie-talkie, "Call for help, call for help. Code name Sun, call for help. Then I heard you rolling down the stairs."

"...It's falling down the stairs, watch your words."

"You fell down the stairs. Then you started swearing."

"Have you heard it all?" Lin Zhique smiled, "Then I have no choice but to kill you."

The Dusi people pretended to be afraid: "I promise not to say anything, future soldier."

Lin Zhique moved closer and pretended to be serious: "Then tell the future soldiers, why are you calling for help?"

"Because... my legs hurt so much, I can't go to that dance show, and," Du Siren said more and more, his voice became softer, and at the end, he said almost hoarsely: "I miss you very much. "

The night outside the balcony was fading, and the sky turned blue-grey.

They chatted all night, talking dryly.

Du Siren's eyes looked a little sleepy, as if she was about to fall asleep at any time, but no, she leaned on the back of the sofa, without blinking, looking at her with special treasure.

Lin Zhique's voice also lowered, "After three years, why do you still miss me?"

"I miss you a lot. I miss you smiling at me, talking to me, and I miss you not smiling at me, telling me to shut up. I miss you walking in front of me, walking beside me, I miss you holding my hand, hugging me, and There are... others, many, many."

"Are you thirsty? Talk so much."

She unscrewed her half-drunk mineral water.

Dusi shook his head.She took two sips by herself.

So her lips were moist when they kissed.

With one knee on the edge of the sofa, she bent down.

Didn't bend too much, because the Dusi sat up straight.

Her dry lips were also moistened.

She raised her hand to hold Lin Zhique's waist.

She closed her eyes.She knew that the sky outside the balcony was lighting up bit by bit.But time is still, she can't feel time, only a little bit of soft sweetness, the sweetness is teasing, overshadowing her pain, gently smoothing her folds, or waiting.

She would not let her wait for a moment.

She clasped her hands around her waist and turned into an embrace.

Lin Zhique held her face in his hands, and stroked her jaw line with his fingers, and then her auricles.

Kneeling knees softened, and she lowered herself, getting closer to her, snuggling in front of her.

In other words, Lin Zhique would look up.

The sunrise and the horizon are lingering for a long time, so slow that it is almost gentle.

The blue-gray sky turned white, and the light finally hit their closed eyes.

Its daybreak.

They are still kissing.

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The author has something to say:

Today, August 8st, is Dusiren's birthday.

Happy birthday to Comrade Sun!

Also thanks to Comrade Sun, just like this birthday I chose for her,

It is the last day of midsummer, the last moment of a long youth, with the courage to go to the future, tightly held in the heart, the last dream of youth.