In the evening.

A light drizzle fell from the sky, forming a wet curtain of light around the outer edge of the lamp.

Cheng silently walking in the street, the mood is a haze.

A black cat appeared on the corner. He looked at him with his tawny eyes and walked slowly down the street. The black tail flapped slightly. It shows traces of rain.

The cardboard box in my arms fell to the ground, and the pieces of paper inside flew out like butterflies, which were then wet by the rain and scattered on the road.

Cheng instinctively reached out his hand, want to pick up these once condensed his efforts to the document.

He paused for a moment. Then he put his hands in his pockets and walked away.

What's the use? He has lost all of that.

An old man appeared beside him, looking into the void with cloudy eyes, and said slowly, Your world is dark.

The street at his feet suddenly disappeared, and Cheng seemed to fall from a cliff into an endless abyss, echoing in his ears the words of a prophecy.

Your world is dark.

Your world is dark... Cheng stretched out his hand like a helpless drowning man, trying to cling to a nonexistent straw. But there is only emptiness in my hands. ...

"Cheng..."

A voice called him.

"Cheng..."

The sound was beautiful and pure, like the spring water in the stream, but with a certain urgency.

"Cheng!"

Cheng woke up with a start, his back wet and cold, full of cold sweat. He stared for a moment before recognizing the small room before him.

The dim light of the street lamp fell through the curtain on his white arms. Cheng turned away his face and forced a smile.

Ye hugged him and said, "You have been shaking and sweating a lot. I was scared to death... Chen, did you dream again?"

Cheng did not say a word, but hugged his girlfriend.

The same dream had begun when he received the notice.

Mr. Yeung joined the planning company three years ago after graduating from an English major. In the work, he almost invested all his energy, with such efforts to pay, Cheng soon became the backbone of the company. But he never expected to receive a layoff notice just as he was about to hit the road to success.

"We appreciate your ability, but unfortunately, the company is in a difficult situation and has to..."

The director said to him regretfully.

Cheng knows exactly what he wants to say. Excellence is not an excuse for being cut. The problem is that he should not have performed so well that he was offered a salary commensurate with his abilities before the financial crisis hit.

It is a ludicrous paradox that you have worked so hard to show your worth, only to be one of the first targets of lay-offs as soon as you earn a decent salary. On the other hand, if you are lazy, you can be safe with a salary half that.

"Thank you."

Mr. Cheng calmly accepted the notice, collected his belongings, received a modest severance package and left the company, joining the ranks of the unemployed.

But in Cheng's heart, far from his performance as calm. As a young man who has just worked for three years, Cheng does not have much savings. Shortly before he lost his job, he used all his savings as a down payment on a pre-sale house to be delivered in a year.

It wasn't until Cheng sent out a flood of resumes that he got no response that he realized how ill-timed his job loss was. Almost every company is laying off workers, and almost every company is laying off people who have been with the company for no more than five years and haven't had time to make connections, but who are getting paid big salaries. After understanding these conditions, Cheng's pressure suddenly increased.

The monthly payment of the pre-sale house is already a huge pressure, and he also has to pay the rent of his current home and make necessary purchases. And his income is zero. Worse, no one knows how long it will last.

"Can't sleep?"

A soft hand rested on his chest, massaging it gently. Then her white face moved, gently pressed against his chest, feel his heart beat.

Ye, his girlfriend of four years, now works as an air hostess in an airline company. They had planned to get married within a year, so they had bought a house, but now everything was going to be put off.

The hand moved slowly down and rubbed gently against his lower abdomen. Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, the stagnation of the heart slowly opened. He put his arm around his girlfriend, kissed her on the lips and licked the corner of her lips.

Ye pushed him a, and then obediently into the quilt. Then a soft little mouth took him in and licked him tenderly.

The little lip lick was a secret between the two of them, indicating that he wanted Purple Rose to perform oral sex on him. In the past, Cheng always had to coax a long time before Ye would kiss his pussy. But since he lost his job, Ye has never said no.

A crisp pleasure rises from the lower body, Cheng hands pillow behind the head, feeling the warm and soft mouth of his girlfriend. Like every young man who has just started his career, Cheng has a big ego. And the job loss hit him harder than he had expected. The sudden loss of his job not only disrupted Cheng's rhythm of life, but also made him full of frustration.

His life suddenly changed beyond recognition. He sent out countless application letters every day to get a job, only to receive cold rejections. In such a bleak day, the only thing that can bring him comfort, is the beautiful girlfriend beside him.

The pent-up pressure in my heart gradually dissipated. Cheng turned on the lamp at the bedside and the room lit up. His beloved girlfriend was sitting obediently between his legs, swallowing carefully. In the lamp-light, her white body radiates a soft skin, as bright as white jade.

In college, Ye is the famous school flower, not only looks sweet, temperament outstanding, but also has an enviable figure. In contrast, Cheng is ordinary many, the family is far from the Ye family. However, the two people come together and love each other.

Cheng picked up his girlfriend and entered her body from behind. Ye turned her face, silky long hair hanging down her neck, slightly erect her waist and gently accommodated him.

Cheng tightly hugged Ye, as if a let go, she will disappear. At that moment, his girlfriend's soft body brought him great comfort. Cheng put all the repression and unhappiness are left behind, crazy, until the excess of their own energy out.

"Tired?"

Two people embrace together, Ye asked softly.

Cheng showed a smile, gently touched the tip of her nose, "and you together how tired?"

Ye gave him a white look and said, "That interview..."

Cheng's fingers stiffened.

After losing his job for a month, Cheng sent out numerous applications but got no response. But Ye got an interview in Shanghai through her father's connections.

In the past, Cheng would have ignored such an interview. It was clear to him that the position was not right for him. The same 9 to 5, busy and boring work, day after day of seniority, waiting for the opportunity to promote, what they want is not so, but now there is no choice.

"I'll be there."

Cheng said.

Ye looked at the time, got up in a hurry, washed her body in the bathroom, and then wrapped the towel out. Seeing her proud figure, Cheng could not help but hug her and bite her gently.

"Knock it off. I've got an early flight."

Ye changed into underwear, put on a transparent jumpsuit stockings, put on a sky-blue stewardess uniform, tie a scarf, and then bent down, in his ear said: "I fly to Shanghai today, will have a rest there for two days."

Ye eyes wet, exude charming shame, whispered: "The last buy that set of underwear, I haven't worn, then you bring."

Cheng had a hot heart.

Ye kissed him on the lips, "I'm leaving, you sleep a little longer."

As she left, the room plunged back into darkness.

Cheng is not worried about work. Ye's father Ye Hang South, is the boss of a pharmaceutical company, a wide range of people, he came forward, get this job is not difficult. Just getting the job meant that he would become a clerk, slowly working his way through the years, following a set path like a worker in an ant's nest.

In this way... Is it really okay? I really feel lost.

Before stepping out of society, I was ambitious. I planned to save money for a few years, quit my job and start my own business. In ten or twenty years, I might be able to establish my own enterprise kingdom. At that time of lofty ambition, so soon before the reality of the bow? He also once in the drink made a bold speech, even if by all means, also want to get ahead, achievement career, now... The determination to do whatever it takes, not even the stress of the month-end mortgage... Cheng smiled wryly, feel young frivolous these four words, is really very ironic, although... I'm not old enough to look up and down.

A cell phone rang suddenly.

"Cheng! We were supposed to play ball. You remember, kid? Watch out for me. If you want me to play, you won't find me."

Duan, Cheng's best friend since childhood, a rich father-son, a serious fan of novels and anime, extremely fanatical for time-travel works.

From the beginning of Cheng know him, Duan strong every day dream to cross to another time and space, start a completely different life.

When he was nine, Duan told him, "You know what? Every year, at least 40,000 people around the world go missing for no apparent reason. It's like two people talking and then suddenly one of them disappears into thin air, never to be found again. Do you know where they went?"

Cheng shook his head.

"They did! To another time and space!"

Duan proudly said: "I read that outside our world, there are many parallel worlds, when one of the world and our world contact, there will be a time travel phenomenon."

"Is it?

"Have you heard of it? A man was walking along the road when he was struck by a purple lightning bolt. When he woke up, he had gone back to ancient times!"

Since then, every time it rains, Duan insists on not using an umbrella.

"Another person was in an elevator, and when he opened the door, he found himself in another world. Then he met an old man and knew he was in the wizarding world."

On that day, he took the elevator for a whole day, insisting on opening it on each floor to see if he had crossed into another world. He's got everyone in that company hanging out with him from floor to floor. If his father were not a director of the company, the security guard would have shown the disruptive child away.

Fortunately, Duan only played for one day, because he found out the next day, the school also has a crossing point.

"Did you notice? The fat kid from the next class is gone!"

Duan told him mysteriously, "The last time I saw him, he was climbing the school window. And he was never seen again! He must have traveled!"

So Duan climbed that window every day. As his best friend, Cheng had to accompany him every day. They didn't give up until they heard that he had transferred to another school.

Hang up the phone, Cheng suddenly found that he missed this old friend. All right, let's just play a game. ...

Rushed to the basketball arena, section strong has begun to warm up.

"Cheng, look at my three points!"

Strong jump up a shot, turned out to be a beautiful hollow into the net.

'Well!

"Throw one more, and if you still win, I'll buy you dinner!"

"Just do it!"

Duan picked up the ball and hit another three. The result was a lack of power and the ball dropped before it hit the basket.

Both men laughed.

"You still need to practice," one of them said. "Why don't you give it a try?" the other suggested.

Cheng changed his shoes, jumped up and moved his hands and feet. Then he took the ball and hit a long shot from beyond the arc that bounced off the rim.

"Got a job?"

Duan talked to him about everything, knowing that he was now unemployed.

"No. There are layoffs everywhere."

"Big deal about losing your job."

Duan said carelessly, "I have no job yet, but I am living well."

Cheng made a three-step layup, scoring two points, and then said, "When do you need to work, the young master of the big boss? Tell me when you have pressure to put food on the table."

Duan shrugged. His father's business would eventually be passed on to him, but from the looks of it, his father could still work for another twenty years or so. Duan had no interest in working and was content being a second-generation heir.

"I have a new girlfriend, let's have dinner together tonight."

"No. My afternoon flight."

"A plane? Where to?"

"Shanghai. There's an interview and I'm going to go."

"Really?

Duan strange cry up, "you leave me how to do?"

Cheng was both laughing and laughing. Duan is his best friend, if the interview goes well, the two will have less chance to meet in the future.

"What kind of job has to travel that far?"

Duan said discontentedly.

"Probably the proofreading of the text translation."

"What kind of work do you do? That's not interesting. What about the books you read in college? Can't you use it?"

"I majored in English at university, which is no longer a major. I submitted my graduation thesis on the history of ancient wars, which is a personal interest, not a practical field!"

Actually. Cheng heart has been shaken, really want to be a small clerk for a lifetime? Position size is not that important, but... So early to settle for a normal life? Give up all the entrepreneurial dreams and ambitions you once had and give in to reality, are you really willing?

Duan angrily slammed the ball into the backboard and said, "No more! Take a break."

Duan handed him a bottle of water and suddenly said, "Do you remember? When you were a kid, you said you were gonna be a scoring champion. He told me that he would make me the rebounding king and trick me into playing with you."

Cheng laughed. When he was a child, he liked to play basketball, even coax and cheat to pull a strong to play together.

But when he grew to a height of 1.78 meters and stopped growing, the dream was shattered.

At that time, he also thought of becoming a scientist when he grew up, because the teacher said that the most admirable people are scientists.

Then he wanted to be an astronaut because it was so fascinating to walk in space. Later, he also thought of becoming a historian, a writer, a painter... Just like any ordinary child, had a million dreams and aspirations.

But Duan's dream is pure. His dream since childhood is to travel and see what the other world is like. He even went to a survival camp, but returned after only three days. "Living in the wild is boring," he said. If I cross, I can take a city with a machine gun!" Cheng laughed, "not a child, you still want to cross?" "Of course! This world is so boring to live in." Duan strong eyes suddenly bright, "Cheng! I'll go to Shanghai with you!" "What are you doing there?" "That's thirty degrees north! Pyramids, Hanging Gardens, Bermuda Triangle... The most mysterious things in the world happen there, and I've calculated that the chances of flying across it are twice as high as normal." Duan said excitedly, "Maybe I will cross the Yangtze River." Looking at his friends eager eyes, Cheng was dumbstruck with a smile, "OK, let's go together. We'll cross together then!" Duan picked up the basketball and said loudly: "Look at my passing ball!" Poof! The basketball went through the net. Duan raised his hand in a victory sign, "Crossing success!" Leaving the arena, Cheng noticed a brand new Porsche Carrera parked outside. It was a new sports car Duan bought. The sleek yellow body was quiet and full of endless power. Cheng did not know how many years of work, no food or drink, to afford such a sports car, but for Duan, it was just a new car this year. Cheng sat on the car, sighed and said: "Driving such a car, but also want to cross all day." "Ha ha, ideal life is always somewhere else!" "I wish I could go back to being an orphan and not be bored all day," Duan said. Gone!" "Hey, you haven't booked your flight yet." "Are you kidding? I booked my own flight!" Three hours later, Cheng and Duan were on a flight to Shanghai. In addition to his luggage, Duan also carried a huge travel bag containing a tent, sleeping bag, insect repellent, medicine, a solar charger, carry-on tools and even books and wet suits. Cheng felt very funny, "Why bring so many things?" "You don't know. It's all part of the journey. Tents and slee