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    Chapter 145 Reality, memory, or dream?  Autumn and winter in southern Hunan are cold and wet, with little rain or snow. The mornings were originally sunny, but now it was overcast. The mottled light and shadow in the dense woods disappeared without a trace, and the slowly trembling branches and leaves made a sound.  There was a thin whirling sound, and it looked like a storm was about to come.  Qin An woke up with some horror. Everything in front of him was familiar but unfamiliar. When he kissed the handwriting, the voice from the past memory seemed to be ringing in his ears.  Qin An lowered his head and looked at himself. There was no difference. He was still dressed as a young man, which did not make him become a middle-aged man who was not in a trance.  Qin An felt a chill in front of his forehead. He touched it and found that there was sweat pouring out. Qin An touched those words and shook his head hard. These were not the words written by Anya. It was now 1997. His most beloved  The daughter is not yet born.  His love for his daughter is still his love for Qin Qin.  Qin An staggered back to the car, glanced at the small pavilion, tried to calm down, and continued to follow the arrow prompts on the navigation.  The weather in the mountains changes faster. It was originally a bright autumn morning although it was a bit cold. By this time, it was already overcast. The powerful engine was still making a reassuring roar. However, this seemed to be the only one.  The voice still carried a strength that made Qin An inexplicably resist. It seemed to come from another world, and this voice was pulling him back.  This car should not be here, just like him.  Qin An took a deep breath and looked at the tall or thin trees in front of him, passing by one by one. He could not see the sky above his head or the valley that could be seen in the distance. In Qin An's original impression,  The mountain road, which is not too long, seems to be endless.  Qin An was about to speed up a little, but a few drops of rain hit the car window. Qin An had to give up the idea and continue to move forward at a safe speed.  The mountain road kept circling, repeating the monotonous scenery. Qin An felt a little dazed. Suddenly, there seemed to be a woman with a child waving to him in front of him. Qin An braked hard and jumped out of the car.  There was nothing in front, as if it was just an illusion. Qin An hurried over and looked around, but there was nothing, no trace of anyone walking.  The rain hit Qin An, making him feel wet and clammy. Qin An hugged his shoulders, shivered, and got into the car. ? Continuing to move forward, after a while, the woman and child appeared again. Qin An was sure that he had not seen it wrong again, but when he ran over, there was still nothing.  There are too many things in this world that are beyond human common sense and incomprehensible, but Qin An did not think about mystical things. It was all too weird, and there was her shadow in it. It was she who sent him a text message asking him to come over.  This shouldn't be a coincidence, and it doesn't necessarily mean it wasn't arranged by her.  Qin An returned to the car, wiped the rain off his head, and took out his cell phone, but there was no signal at all.  This situation is not uncommon. After all, even after more than ten years, communication signals are not completely covered without distinction. Qin An drove up and down, and finally found a place with a signal, and quickly gave the eleven-digit mobile phone number  Called.  This one can only send text messages. A mobile phone number that has never been dialed has actually been dialed.  "Hey, husband Where have you been? I'm home" The voice sounded a little strange at first, but the next moment it stirred up the memory in his heart. This voice belonged to his wife, who was already a mother.  The texture is round and soft.  "Hello" Qin An's voice trembled. Did he really make a call that spanned time and space?  "Hello hello this signal" There was a hissing sound from the receiver, and then the call was disconnected.  Qin An quickly checked his cell phone, and sure enough, there was no signal again. He tried several times, but no call was made, and text messages could not be sent.  Qin An dropped his cell phone, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed quickly following the instructions on the navigation system.  The strange image of the woman and child appeared again. Qin An did not stop, but the woman and child passed by his car. Two pairs of empty and indifferent eyes passed through the car window and Qin An missed them in a hurry.  Qin An suddenly turned around, but there was still no figure in the rearview mirror. At that moment, Qin An could clearly see that the woman and child looked similar to his wife and daughter, but the look and posture  ¡­Not like a living person.  Qin An's hands trembled as he turned on the air conditioner to make the car warmer and dispel the pain.Feeling the chill, he turned on the music casually, but it was a low and melodious prelude, a familiar classic canon, which perfectly rendered an artistic conception of accumulation and waiting to explode This is the tune of "Phoenix".  Qin An was stunned. Who else in this world except himself can perform this piece of music?  However, this piece of music that made him dream about made him restless and confused at this time. He hurriedly turned it off and turned on the radio.  Every radio station plays "Phoenix".  Qin An hurriedly prepared to turn off the radio, but the music kept whirling in the car, as if coming from the void, with no trace to be found.  Qin An's heart fell into panic. What was going on? He stopped the car in a hurry. Qin An ran out of the car. The rain fell on him through the trees, but the familiar music came from all directions. From there,  The bushes came from inside, from the far front, from the rear that had just passed, from the soles of his feet, and from the top of his head.  It seemed like a call, like an urging, like an entanglement, which made Qin An unable to resist. Qin An raised his head, feeling like the world was spinning, and he stumbled into the car. His eyes were wet with rain, but he could clearly see the words on the navigation system.  Time is beating rapidly.  199819992000 Looking at the time that kept beating, Qin An felt dizzy for a while, and then passed out.  "Actually, I have thought about it, if we remain such good friends and grow up, I will marry you." "If you do better than me in the high school entrance examination, I will let you kissotherwise, you can't even think about it.  " "Qin An, I like you, I like you very much" "The three of us will always be together" Qin An suddenly woke up and sat up suddenly, feeling dizzy as if he had eaten.  It was uncomfortable to be woken up again after taking too many sleeping pills. I pressed my head tightly with both hands, as if it was about to explode.  Qin An rubbed his temples, put his hands on the steering wheel, and his eyes were stunned. These hands no longer showed the unique whiteness and vitality of a young man, but the feeling of an adult man, with some too fine lines, showing a kind of  The muddy yellow color that is no longer youthful.  Qin An was surprised as the time on the center console slowly stopped at this moment. He felt a little heavy on his wrist. It turned out to be a Patek Philippe with a sense of vicissitudes of history. Qin An remembered that this watch should belong to his father-in-law.  One of his collections, given to Qin An on his birthday.  The watch was not important. What caught Qin An's attention was that although there was no year, the month, date and week were exactly the same as those displayed on the center console.  Qin An was stunned for a while, feeling like a puppet whose soul had been stripped away. He began to feel like a zombie and couldn't tell the difference between reality, memory and dreams.  Qin An kicked the car door open and stepped out of the car unsteadily. Looking at the familiar house in front of him, a ray of sunshine in the distance parted the clouds and mist, casting a bright light on the golf course down the hillside.  "Dad" Anya rushed over. An Luo was smiling in the distance. Sun Pao and Qin Xiaotian were pointing out the greedy big koi in the fish pond to their new girlfriends. Qin Huai and An Xu were driving a battery car together and seemed to be preparing to go not far away.  fishing in the lake.  Qin An looked at all this and fell to the ground all of a sudden - "This book does not have a dream, it does not have a second time, it is not a literary ending."
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