Just one look, and it was like he was nailed to the ground.
The girl stood in the middle of the road, looked around blankly, and stepped onto the sidewalk. During this period, the man's eyes remained fixed on her.
"Why do you keep staring at me?"
Ji Fanling walked to him and couldn't help but tilted his head and glanced twice.
The man was almost inaccessibly handsome, with deep eyebrows, a straight nose and thin lips. The light of the street lamp was blocked by the umbrella, and his outline looked slightly cold and cold in the dim light.
The heavy rain covered his cold silver-rimmed glasses with a layer of damp moisture.
The blurred lenses were like a thin layer of ice, blocking the emotions in the man's eyes, and only the color of his pupils could be seen clearly.
A rare pure black, like a stroke of hard graphite scratched out on light gray ink paper.
Ji Fanling felt that the man's face was too familiar, especially his eyes.
She hesitated and asked, "Do you know me? Are you Fu Yingcheng...'s brother?"
The man pursed his thin lips tightly and did not speak.
The rain pattered down the umbrella ribs, covering his eyes that were almost out of control.
Ji Fanling waited for a while, put on his hood impatiently, turned around and cursed: "Crazy."
...
The two passed by each other.
Ji Fanling suspected that she was knocked unconscious by a car, and she didn't know how long she had been unconscious. She couldn't help but worry about whether Little Xingxing was okay, so she quickly ran towards Jiang's Xiaomian along the way she came.
The snack alley behind the school is always lively. At night, the aroma of grilled skewers, spicy hotpot, teppanyaki barbecue and cold noodles are intertwined and steaming.
In contrast, "Jiang's Noodles" is located in a remote location and the store is too small. In fact, not many people go there. It is cheaper and Aunt Jiang's family is very nice, so Ji Fanling goes there almost every day.
However, halfway across the alley, she could already see that the "Jiangjia Noodles" where customers had been sitting a moment ago was closed and the rolling shutters were locked.
Not only that.
The sky-blue plaque originally hanging on the door curtain has been turned into a wooden Japanese-style lacquered red torii gate, with a "Strawberry Crepe" flag hanging on it, fluttering in the wind.
Looking around, the whole street has become unfamiliar. The former Zhengxin Chicken Steak became a roujiamo shop, the stationery store occupied three stores, and the claypot restaurant switched to selling Chinese desserts.
Ji Fanling's mind was in a mess, and he turned around and ran home again.
The rental house she lived in was in an old-fashioned community known for being dirty and messy. The walls of the mottled residential buildings were covered with moss, the manhole covers that had not been cleaned for a long time were blocked, and the rising rainwater quickly flooded the road.
The building is still the same building, the road is still the same road, it's hard to tell what has changed. Everywhere you look is different, and everything is inconsistent.
When he returned home, Ji Fanling took out the key, his hands trembling with anxiety. He tried several times but couldn't get it into the keyhole, so he simply raised his hand and smashed the door.
"Dong dong dong dong dong" a series of rapid sounds.
"Come on, come on." The person who opened the door was a strange middle-aged woman wearing a coat over her pajamas. She frowned and looked at her, "Urgent? Who are you looking for?"
"Who are you? Why are you at my house!" Ji Fanling held on. Panting on her knees, she raised her hand to wipe the rain off her chin.
"What's your house?" The woman's expression was baffling.
"Where is Ji Guoliang?" Ji Fanling looked behind her.
All the furnishings in the house have changed. The card table that was noisy all night is gone, and the garbage lying on the floor is gone. The furniture is neat and warm, very different from when she left home in the morning.
"Who is Ji Guoliang? I don't know him. Are you looking for the wrong person?" The woman blocked her view unhappily.
"You got it right, Ji Guoliang lives here."
"I've lived here for seven or eight years." The woman said impatiently, "You just got it wrong. Go check out another floor."
"Seven or eight years? "
The woman tried to close the door, but Ji Fanling moved faster.
She raised her knees, held the door frame with her palms, and skillfully pulled the door open again. Her movements had a ruthless air that was incompatible with her appearance.
"What are you doing!" the woman yelled.
"Just the last question," Ji Fanling met her surprised gaze and frowned her delicate eyebrows.
"——What year is this?"
*
2022.
The car hit her and knocked her out for ten years.
Ji Fanling walked down the corridor, scratched his head irritably, and accepted the reality.
After all, fate is such a ruthless thing. Some people's lives are like a box of chocolates, and they never know what the next one will taste like. Some people's lives are like a box of chocolates mixed with shit, sometimes sweet and sometimes bitter, with ups and downs. .
Others, like her, were given a box of pure shit and were slightly surprised at first, but then got used to it.
Ji Fanling walked out of the community and turned into the nearest small supermarket.
The person looking after the store in the supermarket was a male college student wearing a sweatshirt. He was slumped on the chair behind the cashier counter, with his head lowered, playing games on his mobile phone. The mobile phone beeped "Double Kill!" and "Triple Kill!" one after another.
Ji Fanling rummaged through his pockets and found only the two yuan he had stolen from Ji Guoliang's coat in the morning.
She put the coins on the counter: "Can I use the landline phone?"
"Landline phone? What year are they from?" The college student didn't even look up.
"Where can I borrow a phone?"
"Wait until I finish playing this game, then use my mobile phone to call. It's okay, I can't use up the monthly package."
"Thank you."
After he finished the game, Ji Fanling took it His cell phone.
Ten years later mobile phone screens were astonishingly large and didn't have a single button.
Ji Fanling first called Ji Guoliang.
"Hello! The number you dialed is unavailable, please check before dialing. Sorry..."
In the past ten years, Ji Guoliang moved and changed his number, which was normal. After Jiang Wan died of illness, his gambling addiction worsened. He never worked a regular day at work, and didn't care about his daughter, who was still in elementary school. He stayed up all night gambling every day, racked up a lot of debt, and became notorious among relatives and friends. He changed his phone number at every turn. One-stop moving and running.