Like him.
Like him.
Like him.
I like the alarm clock before lunchtime exercises start. The third step behind the teaching building. People were coming and going, and they were stunned for a second because of him. The morning light is faint, and the young man's clear eyebrows are frozen.
I like the bus stop in front of the school. The belated school bus. A white shirt soaked by the setting sun. The bus pull tab that was held by his hand. In the blurry car window, you watch the thin back cross the crosswalk, but you never get off the car in advance. You don't know how to chase, you don't dare to chase.
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Ten years later, He Weiqing, an ordinary social animal, was walking on the street.
She had been working continuously for 30 hours and was struggling to communicate with others about the 19th version of the plan. She would die suddenly due to a heart attack in five minutes.
Suddenly, she was kidnapped by a robot that fell from the sky.
The other party resolutely stuffed three quick-acting heart-saving pills into her mouth, and used his cold steel arms to take off the titanium alloy mask, revealing a face that He Weiqing would see in the mirror every day.
"I am you from the parallel universe." Another He Weiqing said, "The 228 universes we are in have been destroyed, and you are the last survivor. According to calculations, if you want to survive, you need to do one thing."
He Weiqing was stunned: "Kill, kill Party A?"
The other party shook his head and mysteriously took out He Weiqing's diary that had been lost for many years.
The diary once described in detail a secret love that ended in high school.
"Go back ten years and confess your love to that boy."
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Intention: Only if you take the initiative will you have a story. If you don't take the initiative, there will be people from parallel time and space who will help you tell the story.
