I Have 48 Hours a Day

Zhang Heng scratched the door and swam in the opposite direction from the tsunami.

Along the way, he saw a lot of misery, including floating bodies, mothers who lost their children, and children who lost their mothers. Sitting on the roof, the whole portrait seemed to have lost all souls, and some people were holding their companions' bodies in low levels. Whimpers, or no one is looking for help. In addition, there are some forward-looking and crisis survivors looking down to fish in the water or looking for drinking water.

Zhang Heng was unmoved, and continued to move towards the target location. Anyway, this is only a thing that happened in a dream. He won't change anything if he doesn't intervene.

In the end, he came to a five-star hotel. The hotel's reception hall was submerged, and the waiter at the front desk could no longer register for guests who wanted to stay there. Zhang Heng climbed directly to the sixth floor and found A room with a window open.

The people inside were missing, but the suitcase was still thrown by the bed. Zhang Heng saw the free mineral water on the table. He picked it up and drank half a bottle, then took off the wet clothes and shoes, and dried them. Hair changed to hotel bathrobes and slippers.

Zhang Heng doesn't know what's going on with Shen Xixi, so for now they are likely to be scattered after entering the dream.

Of course, Shen Xixi's team entered earlier than him. I don't know if Han Lu was found.

At this moment Zhang Heng is also very difficult to take effective action. He stood in front of the hotel window and looked at the ocean below.

The only good news is that there were no more tsunami until night, but on the other hand, the water level in the city showed no signs of falling.

Zhang Heng glanced at the starfish on his hand. It had been 12 hours since he left Han Lu's residence. This was obviously not the normal time, because the death time of a person who had hit the dream of death was long and short, but the longest was also No more than three hours.

Just when Zhang Heng didn't know what else he could do next, the weird cloud covering the whole city quietly spread over his head, and then the sleepiness in Zhang Heng's brain struck again.

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Zhang Heng opened his eyes this time and found that he was standing outside a watch shop. The time of starfish was about two and a half hours earlier than when he first entered the dream, and his genius was just bright.

The city is completely back to normal, and there are no signs of experiencing the tsunami. The owner of the breakfast stall on the roadside has begun to get busy, but Zhang Heng notices something different.

That is, the shops on the street generally look very old, like the products of the 1970s and 1980s. Take the watch store around him as an example. There are no neon neon signs. The simple black plaque is printed with the four characters of repairing watches. There is also a piece of yellow paper on the glass window, with Shanghai, Dongfeng and Beijing written in red ... Zhang Heng guessed that this should be the brand of the watch, but now it is almost invisible on the market.

He walked out of the alley, unlike the bad traffic that later came from the third ring to the fourth ring. There are few vehicles on the road. Most people are pedaling bicycles. Occasionally there are old-fashioned iron buses passing by. The donkey cart, wearing a white shirt and black pants with an armed belt around his waist, stood at the intersection to direct the traffic. A banner was drawn in a small square not far behind him-Long live the friendship between the Chinese and French people!

A green army truck passed by Zhang Heng, carrying a full of young people. They were holding the upper beam with one hand, holding a straw hat in one hand, and singing a song in their mouth. Each person wrote on his face Full of hope for the future, there is no such frustration that young people in later generations are forced by mortgages and 996 to raise their heads.

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Is this ... about childhood dreams?

Zhang Heng forgot it, at this time Han Lu should still be studying, but I don't know whether he is in junior high school or primary school.

It is quite interesting to see this history with your own eyes, but it is not so friendly to Zhang Heng and others who want to find Han Lu.

After all, Zhang Heng and Han Lu haven't been in contact for so long, and their understanding of the latter is limited. Before Zhang Heng, who lived in the company and the company, had to try his luck from a taxi.

Now that the dream has changed to Han Lu's childhood, Zhang Heng is obscured by his eyes.

He was not born at this time, and most of his understanding of this era came from books and movies. As for where Han Lu lived at this time, there were a few people in the family, and which school he was studying in, he was even more unclear.

But then there seemed to be a flash of thought in Zhang Heng's head, Zhang Heng realized that he seemed to have grasped some important clues, but when he thought hard, he couldn't remember it.

Zhang Heng stood by the side of the road for a while and could only continue to try his luck.

He waited for the indicator light to turn green and walked to the opposite square, where there were three young men, two men and one woman, rehearsing dance. The girl was wearing a long-sleeved military uniform, and the two boys behind her were wearing a sun suit and a suit. ~ www.readwn.com ~ The three-person jump is very forgetful, totally disregarding the eyes of the people around.

Zhang Heng noticed that the three of them were also because of the girls.

She looked so dazzling in the crowd, as if she was emitting some kind of light.

Zhang Heng tried to substitute herself into the perspective of Han Lu. Like the insignificant taxi driver before, Han Lu obviously put a lot of emotion into the dancing girl, and she saw that she was envious of the time. The girl who wantonly dances, because of this, she becomes so energetic in Han Lu's memory.

However, this is useless information for Zhang Heng, because Han Lu is in a stand-by perspective, silently envious of the girl in the crowd, but has no communication with the other party. In this case, Zhang Heng cannot get the dance girl's mouth Ask for any information related to Han Lu.

Zhang Heng quickly looked away, looking for the next target. His eyes fell on another woman who was not far away from watching dancing. She was also the second most prominent person in this square. Of course, she was even more visible. The toad mirror on the face retains the trademark on the frame as the import goods mark, and it will not work if it is not noticed.

Zhang Heng then saw a popsicle car not far away. An old man in a white apron and a white apron was hawking, one for five.

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Zhang Heng is a little speechless. Co-authoring this square is Han Lu's envious collection. He can already feel that Han Lu should not be too old at this time.

Just then someone patted him on the back.

Zhang Heng turned back and saw a face full of surprises. It was the girl named Rabbit in Shen Xixi's team, and the latter looked like a savior. Do you know where this ghost place is? "