Chapter 1

Qiu Mingquan never thought that he would die like this.

The body rotated and fell rapidly, nausea and panic squeezed the chest at the same time, in the night full of eyes, before he had time to appreciate the transition between life and death, the body fell heavily to the ground!

"boom!……"

Blood splattered, flesh was broken, and there was a loud noise.

Then he felt in a trance that his body seemed to lighten up a little bit, and he flew to a high place.

Looking down, the lawn on the ground is now dark, and two people can be seen lying on it.

The surroundings seemed to have been silent for a long time, and the noisy voices finally sounded, and the lights on the originally dark building site began to shine brightly.

Someone rushed over, someone was terrified on the phone. There were also people who took one look at the people on the ground and then turned around and vomited.

Qiu Mingquan stared blankly at the corpse on the left. Dilapidated, blood-stained, tired and old-fashioned face and body are full of gray marks left by the squeeze of life.

This person's face... Qiu Mingquan shivered, it was obviously himself.

Yes, it is him. What exactly is going on?

Beside his body, there was another strange man.

Even in the dark night, you can still see the clear eyebrows, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the long eyebrows are as thick as the edge of a sword. His eyes were closed, and there was blood on his cheeks.

Who is this person?

The whistle of the ambulance finally sounded sharply, and people in white coats rushed over, and the two people on the ground were carried onto stretchers.

Qiu Mingquan's consciousness followed up blankly, and in the narrow space of the ambulance, only a vague voice could be heard: "Who is it? Why is one well-dressed and the other only wearing a ragged vest?"

"It seems that one is the president of Shenchu ​​Group, and the other is said to be a construction migrant worker."

"Ah...that's it." The ambulance continued to be busy, and no one looked at the broken body that was dressed in rags and had completely lost its vital signs.

Qiu Mingquan looked blankly at himself in the ambulance, and finally remembered everything.

At night, he just sneaked to the roof of the unfinished building to enjoy the shade in order to save a little electricity bill. When he woke up, he saw two people arguing for no reason.

He slept in the shadow of the pile of debris next to him, and only stared blankly for a dozen seconds, one of them jumped up hysterically, and amidst the entanglement, the other fell off the tall building!

Murder, or miss, he didn't even see clearly, he rushed up without thinking, trying to grab that person.

Then, he fell down with great inertia!

There is no replay of the legendary past events scene by scene, and there is no freeze-frame-like time freezing, only the panic of being lost.

He just... died? What kind of bloody bad luck is this?

The carriage shook violently, and Qiu Mingquan in the air suddenly saw something tightly clutched in his left hand!

A jade pendant. Round and about the size of a quail egg, flat and warm.

—it wasn't his, and in his poor life he had never had the opportunity to wear any such flashy ornaments.

A moment ago, he grabbed the man's collar and fell from the air. The pendant was pulled from the man's neck and remained in his palm.

...It has to be returned to others, he thought vaguely.

Soon the ambulance arrived at the nearby hospital, and the doctors on duty began to panic.

Suddenly, a young man rushed over beside the stretcher and grabbed the handsome man's stretcher tightly.

"Brother Rui! Please don't die!..." He roared, his whole body fell into a state of hysteria, and big tears kept falling.

Seen from the side, this is a man with a beautiful face, but now, that delicate face is pale, like a ghost from hell.

Ah, by the way, just a moment ago, this voice was arguing fiercely, waking him up curled up on the rooftop!

"Please save him, doctor!..." The man staggered over and grabbed the doctor. Under the thin single eyelid, a pair of phoenix eyes are bloodshot.

Qiu Mingquan stared at him blankly. How could such a good-looking man be so cruel that he could push people downstairs?

"Falling from a building, severe multiple injuries!" A doctor rushed to Qiu Mingquan's body, began to check and give first aid, but quickly shook his head—the pulse could not be detected, the breathing stopped, the pupils were dilated, and there were no basic vital signs up.

"Doctor Liu, this wounded man is still a little conscious!"

Qiu Mingquan was a little dazed. At this time, he began to think vaguely, what should he do with the things behind him if he died now.

Grandpa suffered a stroke and was paralyzed in bed. He passed away more than ten years ago.

Grandma's eyes are not effectively controlled due to long-term diabetes, and she can hardly see. Who can take care of her when she lets go like this?

The sadness in his heart rose little by little, and the dull pain was like strong sulfuric acid, corroding the entire chest until it was so oppressive that he wanted to curl up.

On the rescue stage, the handsome man's eyes slightly opened.

His defocused eyes slowly turned to one side, looking at the lifeless corpse on the hospital bed next door.

He is looking at his hands!

I don't know why, although the handsome man didn't make a sound, Qiu Mingquan just had this feeling: he wants the piece of jade that belongs to him!

"No, cardiac arrest!"

Dazzling bright red suddenly sprayed out from the man's throat, and the electrocardiogram on the machine next to him beat violently for a few times, and then turned into a cold straight line.

At this moment, Qiu Mingquan in the air suddenly saw a scene that made his hair stand on end for a moment.

The handsome man turned his eyes in one direction, and strangely met Qiu Mingquan's gaze in the air.

"You took my things, it was you!" His eyes, which were about to close, suddenly opened.

He stared at Qiu Mingquan, his mouth obviously didn't move, but Qiu Mingquan heard a voice strangely: "You owe me your life. I will pester you!"

I'll give it back to you! I don't want your stuff—

The handsome man stared at Qiu Mingquan, his eyes suddenly became dark like an abyss, as if he was going to be swallowed whole...

"Ah!" Qiu Mingquan was sweating coldly, and woke up again in the middle of the night in 1988. Everything in the dream is vivid, as if it happened yesterday.

His small body curled up on the hard plank bed, and he tightly covered his mouth to prevent himself from screaming, so as not to wake up the two old people on one side.

But the grandma who was sleeping on his right still woke up. The old man was old and didn't sleep deeply, and the children around him would feel the nightmare acutely in the narrow bed.

"Koizumi, are you in trouble again?" the old man turned sideways and asked.

For several days in a row, the child woke up from the dream every night, sometimes screaming, and sometimes trembling all over, but when asked what he dreamed, he said he couldn't remember.

The old man sighed in his heart. This child has been silent and seldom talked since he was a child, and he is not as clever and lovable as children of the same age.

When I picked him up just now, I couldn't see it, but the bigger it got, the more obvious it became.

This night I always have night terrors, trembling all over, and sticky cold sweat, don't be sick?

She reached out her hand worriedly to touch the child's forehead, and sure enough, there was a lot of sweat, even the temples were all wet.

"Grandma, I'm fine." Qiu Mingquan said in a very soft voice, his thin body straightened, his slightly trembling hand stretched out, and rubbed against grandma's arm comfortingly.

"En. Then sleep well, grandma is here." The old man felt that his forehead was not hot, so he was relieved and slowly fell asleep again.

Qiu Mingquan held his breath and tried his best to calm down his heavy breathing little by little.

In the dark night, he opened his eyes and looked at the old man beside him.

This was more than twenty years ago, and grandpa was still alive, lying on the other side and sleeping soundly. Grandma's face is not that old, and there is a clear gap with the old, sick and weak decades later.

Qiu Mingquan felt sore in his heart, and tears wanted to overflow.

After a long time, he turned his head and looked out the window.

At night in the late 1980s, there were not as many lights as later generations.

This is the outskirts of Dongshen City, a small and poor settlement. From the small window, the night is very dark and pure, without dirty air pollution, and the distant stars are brighter than later generations.

Compared with the memories of the previous life, many things that have long been annihilated in his mind are in sharp contrast, making him full of bewilderment, but also full of irresistible curiosity.

A few days ago, he fell to his death from the top of a skyscraper in later generations, and his whole soul actually returned to the late 80s when he was a child, and returned to his original body.

... The rooftop, the quarrel. An unfamiliar handsome man with a terrifying look in his dying eyes.

Qiu Mingquan suddenly closed his eyes and clenched his fingers uneasily.

What's going on with all this?

There are computers and mobile phones everywhere, high-rise buildings that can't be seen at all now, and there are red wine and green flowers.

These memories are so vivid, the life trajectory of more than thirty years, and those miserable lives... No, no, that is not fake, absolutely not.

His hand trembled and reached for the pillow. At the touch, warm and delicate.

A cold and stern voice exploded in his heart instantly, filled with endless coldness and anger.

"My surname is Qiu, I'm warning you! If you dare to leave me again, believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

Qiu Mingquan's hand quickly left the piece of jade. It really wasn't a dream!

The ghost of that handsome man has followed this life! ...