From front door comes clatter of unlocking accompanying with a happy voice(You can hear emotion from all nice clear and melodious voice).
'Hello!'
Lixiao's pale face recovers to normal. If he can linger with her,basking in the merry air she brings to him ,what does it matters to die twice?
Door has been kicked open, a slender figure exposed to his eyes. He holds the overwhelming wave of excitement hand, a palm over his forehead, pretending to be upset about her rude behavior. 'You have a key in your schoolbag, don't you? '
'But also universal key in my hand, right?' retorts she,shaking her body with mirth after seeing the Lixiao's silence.'Well, all right, I'm sorry, sincerely sorry and I give you my word that next time coming to your home, i'll try using your key, now let's begin "studying"!'
What they call 'study', is actually to play computer games. From 7 to 13 years old, they always got together, reclining in sofa before TV when parents absent and hurrying to his room, back straight like a pen sitting at the stools with table lamp lighten and books put on tabletop in a jumble-- Sometimes the books were even put upside down.As ages' increasing, they were still the best friend to each other, or more intimate in classmates view. And the habit of regularly playing together at his home is remained, only one thing different:What to play has shifted from TV to computer.
She drags him upstairs into his room, practically turns 2 computes on, only to find one of them has been on, on whose screen appears a standings list clearly indicating his staying up late last night.
???Did I really stayed up that night?
He firmly believes that he never stayed up for even one time,because doctor had warned him,'You are not suitable to sleep late for your heart is older than your peer, which will be too exhausted to keep working at high pressure for a long time. 'Besides ,Guixiang must be angry if she knows.
Yet Guixiang smiles, no indication of anger,' Though practicing skills furtively at night I will win over you easily. '
It seems that she doesn't mind it?
'Um, let's see. 'Lixiao replies, absent. Since I am in a dream, why can't I allow its subtle difference from the real?
They settle down in front of computers, and Guixiang holds mouse, her face towards him, grinning gladly ,'come on, green hand?'
Lixiao just watches the screen, confusion and fear coming to him:It is 2007 now when game Call of Duty has only come out its 4th work that is popular with thousands of game fans for its incredibly high picture quality and execrate gaming design. And it is the best game he ever played, though compared with this one showed on screen,COD4 is just like a... at least In terms of picture quality.
COD17.His eyes wink and wink quickly, as though by winking he can see the number 17 as 4 to let everything make sense, yet he fails.
It is said that dreams are just reflection and distortion of reality, but no matter how weird a dream maybe it is still based on what he has experienced and felt. As to this COD17,Surely he couldn't expected, neither can he dream of it so vivid, as if it is real.
So,Lixiao think, he must be in a real world, a parallel world whose time after his and which is not his original destination.
At the same time, when he is poring over and over where he is,Guixiang is shooting rockets of words, await for his reply, but unexpectedly finding him absent in mind, with pupils blank. She waves her little hand in front of him in attempt to pull his mind back, yelling, 'Wake up, you idiot! Don't drag on anymore. '
She succeeds. Lixiao returns back finally with eyes open, while a shaking, and obscure figure arises on bed, getting up on its feet little by little.
Lixiao has guessed who it is before its whole body is exposed to him clearly: another him,the true owner of here.
That one standing on the bed looks transparent, like mist of a person figure, whereas with a long sword emitting burning air.He walks down the bed ,impressing this one sit in a grid way who's catching a glimpse at the clock.
What he is seeing is,After the swordsman snaps finger, the clock's minute hand stops simultaneously, not to mention the hour hand and the second hand,without indication of shaking subtly on movement. They all just stop, still. Finally hurrying to look around provides him with a terrifying fact:Time is stopping flowing, likely due to its snapping.
No, there are only two Lixiao facing each other. Except for them, everything stop.
He could hear the swordsman squeeze some words flooded of fury out of his closed teeth.
'Get- the -hell -out -of -my body!'
The sword takes scorching hot flame upon its blade, rushing down at him.
'I'm dying. '