When I found the heroine as a boy

This world is crazy, Zhou Qinglang thought.

It's not normal.

And everyone thought she was abnormal.

"Don't ask me to see a doctor, I'm not sick."

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

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

In this time and space, the couple adopted their youngest daughter, who died in a car accident outside an amusement park.

But Zhou Qinglang will know soon, because around her neck is still the birthday present from her sister.

Polished and smooth small jade beads, a "lang" is engraved stroke by stroke on the small wood chip.

This was engraved by Xia Wan's own hands for her, and she also brought it to her personally, there will be no mistake.

"Then go and take a rest first, maybe you haven't had a good rest, that's why you have hallucinations."

Zhou Qinglang ignored these words.

She sat in the room, holding the little piece of wood, trying to figure out why the world was the way it was.

Something is wrong with falling to the ground, there must be something wrong.

Zhou Qinglang suddenly thought of something, and called Jiang Wan again.

After learning where the 'Xia Wan Shuang' was buried, Zhou Qinglang hurried out and took a taxi to the cemetery.

According to what Jiang Wan said, Zhou Qinglang consulted with the cemetery management office for information, and ran towards the tombstone without stopping.

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

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

"It's not you..."

Zhou Qinglang laughed lowly, and the sadness in his voice was even worse.

"It wasn't you...then where have you been?"

The little girl in the photo is about ten years old, thin and well-behaved, very similar to Xia Wanshuang whom Zhou Qinglang first met.

But Zhou Qinglang knew that those were not her Xia Wanshuang.

The surrounding stone monuments stared coldly and silently at the world, watching the girl's ecstasy and frustration, watching her lose her mind, watching her lose all hope.

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

She suddenly thought of something, her sister has been in a bad mood since last night, as if... as if she knew she was going to leave.

Did someone take her away?

Why is the world twisted 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 in No. 12 Middle School, but she was in the first year of high school. When she was [-] years old, she was taken home and adopted by the uncle. The uncle said that before he picked her up, she was begging on the street. Some small scars on her body were still there, so Zhou Qinglang speculated that her childhood experience had not changed. Pass.

In this world without the appearance of Xia Wanshuang, it seems that she should have died when she was ten years old.

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

Zhou Qinglang had a vague guess in her heart that if Xia Wanshuang, who belonged to her, hadn't appeared, then her life trajectory would be as it is now, as if it had been programmed.

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

Zhou Qinglang used all the methods he could think of, but all he tried were absurd.

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

But she has nothing now, even Xia Wanshuang is lost.

Lin Qiushui found that her nominal cousin seemed to be very strange after being abnormal for a few days.

Although I didn't pay much attention to people in the past, it won't look scary like it does now.

He obviously didn't do anything, but he seemed to be surrounded by black fog. When he stared at people, his hands and feet felt cold.

She has become very withdrawn, no strangers are allowed to enter, and sometimes she will show a very empty and painful expression. Lin Qiushui doesn't know if the elder sister she talks about is her fantasy, but even if it is a fantasy, that person is definitely to her. Also very important.

At the very beginning, Zhou Qinglang was eager to grow up and find a way to meet Xia Wanshuang, but gradually, she realized that it was useless to be anxious.

She could only endure this long suffering, waiting for Xia Wanshuang to appear in front of her like a god like before.

She had a vague premonition that Xia Wanshuang still existed somewhere.

Zhou Qinglang applied for a grade skip and took the college entrance examination ahead of schedule, thinking that by speeding up the time like this, he might be able to get closer to what he wanted to pursue.

But the world didn't make her wait until Xia Wanshuang, instead it forced her to forget Xia Wanshuang.

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

Before she clearly fell asleep yesterday, she was still thinking about Xia Wan's haggard face, her pale and bloodless lips, and the cold kiss that day when she left.

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

Zhou Qinglang walked around the room in panic, opened his drawing book, saw the familiar person in his painting, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Is this false world going to start tampering with her memory?

The memory seems to be betraying the will, no matter how hard Zhou Qinglang tried to grasp it, he forgot more and more things.

She forgot Xia Wanshuang's appearance, Xia Wanshuang's voice, the taste of the food Xia Wanshuang made, and how she met Xia Wanshuang.

She repeatedly searched for her previous memories every day, and there were many notes pasted in the room.

Zhou Qinglang was desperate and collapsed, afraid that he would completely forget Xia Wanshuang under that weird force majeure.

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

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

Can't forget, really can't forget.

But no matter how hysterical she was, the memory flowed through her fingers like water.

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

Zhou Qinglang looked at his hand quietly and nodded.

She vaguely remembered that that person didn't allow her to get a tattoo.

But she did this, why didn't that person show up to scold her?

This world does not allow that person to appear.

Zhou Qinglang was even more urgent and forced himself to learn anything useful, hoping to find Xia Wanshuang before the day when he was completely forgotten.

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

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

Some papers were filled with words, all of which were just a person's name.

"Summer-late-double."

She pronounced the name word by word.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity invaded my mind, accompanied by endless obsession day and night.

Zhou Qinglang looked at the jade pendant hanging in front of him, and a 'double' was tattooed on the wrist of his right hand.

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

Zhou Qinglang covered his head, and tried his best to stuff all the memories he didn't want to forget into his body.

Her nerves seemed to be stretched, something was playing with her will, forcing her to forget everything she didn't want to forget.

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

She covered her wound with a cold face, her eyes were full of haze.

"As long as I'm still alive, I won't forget her. You can never succeed."

Disgusting world.

Zhou Qinglang put on his coat and worked as usual.

She took the initiative to ask to go to the headquarters in Haicheng, and only when she climbed high enough could she find the answer.

She is working hard day and night for this, towards a future that may not have an answer.

It was also on this day that Zhou Qinglang's life changed dramatically.

A wealthy family embraces mistakes, a dramatic life.

Looking at the couple who took her for an examination, wept with joy when she saw the examination results, and looked at her with guilt on her face, Zhou Qinglang didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart.

I 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 this world, and occasionally she could not feel the existence of her own body.

As soon as his status changed, Zhou Qinglang didn't feel uncomfortable at all. He immediately fought for what he could get, and began to come into frequent contact with supernatural and ghostly things.

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

She has to forget it every day, and she has to think of it every day.

The arm wrapped in clothes was already scarred and hideous.

This is the wound that Zhou Qinglang doesn't want to be seen by outsiders, and it is the mark of her being alone in this world.

Many people are cheating money, many people are useless, but not completely useless.

It was a skinny old monk, wearing Buddhist beads in his hands, chanting scriptures in his mouth, and a pair of desolate eyes seemed to see through the world.

"This bead has a thread of dust hanging on it, so it hasn't dissipated."

The old monk looked at the red string hanging around Zhou Qinglang's neck, and he opened his mouth firmly because he saw the jade bead.

"How do I find her?"

Zhou Qinglang only wanted one answer.

"People from other places, why worry about it?"

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

"How do I find her?"

Zhou Qinglang's dark eyes darkened, and he asked again.

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

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

The secretary was terrified outside the door, not daring to disturb her.

The circle began to sigh because of the Zhou family's wrongdoing. At first, they thought they could see a joke about the real and fake daughters fighting, but they didn't expect the real daughters to be too powerful, so they directly joined the company. Their abilities were beyond everyone's imagination. .

He is bold and meticulous in doing things, with ruthless means, and does not see the squeamishness of a woman, but he is a ruthless character with beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

No one thinks that the fake daughter can compare with her, even many young talents have been lost in her hands, like the young and vicious young wolf king, far better than her father.

The legends about her are not limited to this, everyone has rumored that she is actually mentally ill, and sometimes she would beg God and worship Buddha, like a lunatic.

It was rumored by the outside world that it was a joke, but the people who got along with Zhou Qinglang, her biological parents, the younger sister who occupied the magpie's nest, and the secretary and assistant next to her, all knew that Zhou Qinglang's loss of madness was only a matter of thought.

The secretary has never seen such a person, who is young and beautiful but seems to be dying; it seems that all kinds of treasures are despised, but he will carefully caress a wooden sign; it seems that there is nothing missing, as if there is nothing.

To say she is crazy, it seems that no one is more sober than her, to say she is rational, it seems to be chasing something that does not exist.

So and so, like a monster on earth.

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

Zhou Qinglang smiled slightly with curved lips, but his eyes were extremely gloomy.

She touched the tattoo, as gently as if she was touching her lover whom she misses day and night.

"This is the person I love the most."

Also the person I hate the most.

It is the person who takes root of my obsession.

Is the person I want.

He is someone I can't get.