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"Are you also playing the game Dungeon Hunter?" Said a colleague.

"Yeah, what's wrong? Not fun?" I said.

"Fun is fun, but stand-alone games are not fun if you know the bug."

"Is there a bug?" I said suspiciously.

"You tune to tomorrow, you will know."

"Oh?" I cut to the next day and landed on the game.

Received the reward instantly, it turned out that this game can be infinitely brushed in this way.

The text message came when I was planning to cut to another day.

SMS content: (Ocean: Brother, please have dinner.)

I smiled and called.

"The number you dialed is empty ..."

Eh? Will this be empty?

I called back the time and called again.

"The sea is rich? Please invite me to dinner?" I said.

"Eh? No. Didn't you invite you to dinner?" Da Hai replied.

"Eh? What's going on." I hung up.

Retrieved and read the text message, the sea text message disappeared.

I rubbed my eyes and looked dumbfounded.

At noon the next day, Zheng Xiang, who was asleep, was awakened by a text message.

From the sea: "Brother, please have dinner."

Uh? I called quickly.

"Brother, how did you know that my stock rose yesterday? Did you buy it again recently?"

"No? Why didn't you please remember the guests today?" I asked.

"Don't you know? My stock limit, all three stopped today. Hahaha"

"This is a good thing, you must treat guests." I thought.

Looking at the phone puzzled.

Did I adjust the time of the phone, and the actual time also adjusted?

Impossible, how can there be such a magical thing.

Jiuzufan was walking on the road, a hiccup loudly.

Walking, a strange phone call came in.

"Hello?" I said with a smile.

"Child, do you remember me?"

"Are you?" I said doubtfully, the voice of a middle-aged woman.

"Do you remember Jiajia? I'm his mother. You only need to contact you when you find a school, don't you mind?"

I hit a joke.

Cao Jiajia, my hair is small.

Eight years ago, the wave machine went to the water park and malfunctioned.

The security facilities were not perfect and drowned in the water.

"Auntie, are you looking for me?"

"Auntie wants to ask you a favor. I have been able to dream of Jia Jia entrusting my dreams recently. Saying I want to see you, this Sunday is his day of abstinence. Can you come to Kunshan to accompany us to worship?"

There is a blank in my mind, I miss the child so much.

I recalled the time of the cremation.

His grandma was in poor health, and his parents couldn't control his emotions.

I still got his ashes.

"Auntie, Sunday? I must come, haven't you moved?" I said.

"If you don't move, then you're in trouble."

"Nothing, I haven't seen Jiajia in a long time." I said.

I hung up the phone, and I wrote the number on this phone to Jiajia's mother.

Then I looked at the phone in a daze, just a few words really startled.

The wine was awake, and after thinking about it, I flipped the phone.

The address book was turned over and over again.

My mobile phone was real-name certified very early.

The sim card always keeps the contact numbers of important people.

Among a lot of customers, I saw Cao Jiajia in column C.

The 11-digit short number at the beginning of 13 is PHS.

He still showed off to me for a long time because of this phone.

I called it and it was already empty.

I adjusted the time and transferred it back eight years ago.

SMS content: (Are you there?) I sent it in the past.

ten minutes.

twenty minutes.

When I plan to give up.

SMS content: (Are you?)

The content of the message: (I am Luqiao, you send it small.) I responded anxiously.

SMS content: (How do you have PHS? The number is so strange?)

I called immediately.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is empty ..."

It seems that you can't make a phone call after adjusting the time.

The content of the text message: (Did you leave school?) I sent it helplessly.

SMS content: (Well, doing homework. But I'm secretly playing greedy snake.)

The content of the text message: (Hurry up, lend me a copy tomorrow.) I shed tears unconsciously.

SMS content: (It's strange to me, how do you have PHS?)

The content of the text message: (Oh, you are not allowed to talk nonsense. I will not admit it, I think you have it. Xiao Envy, I spent the New Year's money secretly bought it.) I sent it.

SMS content: (Okay, I will help you keep this secret, who will let you be my buddy.)

SMS content: (Remember, do n’t ask me about PHS when you meet.) I thought about it and sent it in the past.

The content of the text message: (Okay, look at what you are afraid of. I am almost going to do my homework, or who do you copy?)

I put down my phone and my eyes were red.

I bought a new cell phone, and I can't change the time for that psychic cell phone.

I remember that after graduating from college, I went to work in the province. Kunshan was a two-hour train from here.

I took a day off in advance and went home, with two mobile phones in my bag.

From these days to five in the afternoon, I will chat with Jiajia.

I thought about giving my phone to Jiajia's mother, perhaps the best memory for Jiajia's mother.

On Sunday morning, I came to Jiajia's house along the line in my memory.

Knocked on the door.

It was a Taoist who opened the door for me.

I was stunned, and then came Jiajia's father.

It's just that Jiajia's father is now full of gray.

Jiajia's dad told me that Shijia was invited by her grandmother to exorcise, and Jiajia's mother was mad earlier.

At this moment my heart was empty.

The bag is the mobile phone that can chat with Jiajia.

I dare not say the first sentence with Jiajia's father.

I shivered and asked, "Can I go in and take a look?"

Jiajia's father thought for a long time and nodded his head.

A middle-aged woman cried while holding a portrait of her son.

That kind of heartbreaking, my throat is crying.

With a trembling in my heart, I took the cup on the table and handed it up.

"Auntie, drink some saliva." My trembling voice said weakly.

Jiajia's father came slowly behind me and patted my back and said in a low voice: "It's useless, the soul is not here. It doesn't matter what you say. Only I will go to worship Jiajia again this year. .are you coming?"

"Jiajia?" I blurted out.

Jiajia's father nodded his head.

Along the way, Jiajia's father drove the car. The gray hair made me numb for a while, and I tentatively asked.

"Auntie she?" I said.

"It was like this a few years ago, and it will get sick every time it comes to Jiajia Day. After that, it will be better, but this time I didn't stop calling you. It's really troublesome, sorry." Jiajia father Said.

It turned out that after Jiajia's death, Jiajia's parents did not have any children.

Every year, Jiajia's parents come to Kunshan to worship Jiajia.

Until Jiajia's mother became like this.

My mobile phone number was also recorded by Jiajia's mother early, but this time it happened that Jiajia's mother was not stopped.

"How can we go first, you **** son." Jiajia's father wept as he pressed against the tombstone.

I knelt down helplessly, holding the tombstone. Quietly said: "It's really uncomfortable."

Jiajia's father laid down the flowers, and the paper money was no longer allowed here a few years ago.

But Jiajia's father still took out the iron lighter from his shoes.

Dajia Jia, who never smoked, lit a lighter.

Burning the paper money out of the bag one by one.

Jiajia's father glanced at me and said, "Let's go. The wind is here to protect me, I want to burn some for Jiajia."

I took off my trench coat and covered Jiajia's father's hand.

Listening to Jia Jia's father saying sentence after sentence.

"Are you staying well below?"

"Don't look for your mother, OK."

"I've burned all the money for you, you save a little money."

"Come to me if you're homesick, don't scare your mother?"

"I know you miss your parents, but my father is my only one. Don't take her away, stupid son."

. . . . . .

For a long time, Jiajia's father got up and collected the paper dust on the ground and put it in his bag.

"Let you make a joke." Jiajia's father said with a wry smile.

"No, no, nothing," I answered immediately.

"Are you coming next year?" Jiajia's dad asked, paused here.

"Forget it, don't come. It doesn't matter what you do." Dajia's father said helplessly afterwards.

"No, I will come. Okay, this time next year." I said.

When I went back, I glanced at the phone in the bag.

Still have no courage to give the psychic cell phone to Jiajia's father.

Jiajia's SMS was actually displayed on the phone.

It was 5 minutes ago.

SMS content: (I will not chat with you today, my parents will take me to the water park in the afternoon.)

I watched this text and the whole person was shocked.

Today is Jiajia's death day.

In other words, today, eight years ago, Jiajia was killed in the afternoon water park.

My whole body is numb.

The blood starts to cool.

There was a shock in the back, as if an electric shock in my mind.

But I remembered something, and I looked in the old phone.

Contact: Jiajia mother

Jiajia mother, don't ever change your phone.

I sent a text message in the past.

SMS content: (Mother Jiajia, don't take your son to the water park.) I sent it immediately.

Waiting in place.

ten minutes.

SMS content: (Who are you?)

The content of the text message: (Great, aunt. I am a person ten years later, believe it or not. Do n’t take Jiajia to the water park, something will happen.)

SMS content: (Are you a lunatic? Shen Jingbing.)

I looked at the old phone with despair, yes.

Who would believe a text message.

I tried to call.

"The number you dialed is empty ..."

I was paralyzed.

kneel on the ground.

One minute, two minutes.

Stare ~

Jiajia's text message on the old phone.

SMS content: (I want to cry, I do n’t know why the water park plan was cancelled.)

I looked at the short breath and laughed, and I took out my new phone and called Jiajia's mother.

"How is Jiajia here? Are you okay?"

Jiajia's father said with a wry smile: "Boy, how come you are not normal? How can a dead person come to life."

"I ... I ..." I said at a loss.

"Don't talk about children, go to see a psychiatrist. This is sick, take your time." Jia Jia's father's deep voice was a little helpless.

I looked at the text message from Jiajia on my old phone again.

SMS content: (Are you gloating or not, answer me.)

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