The light turned red, and a light green taxi stopped steadily behind the line.

　　The driver frequently glanced at the passenger in the back seat. She was in her early twenties, with her head lowered, her shoulder-length black hair hanging down in a mess. From his angle, he could only look at the curve of her nose.

　　”Sister, are you really okay?” The driver glanced at the girl’s blue and white striped hospital gown and began to regret accepting the order on impulse. Could this person have really escaped from the hospital?

　　Looking at the bag in her hand, could she be mentally ill? If I rashly took her over, would I be held responsible if she had a seizure and hurt someone?

　　The more he thought about it, the heavier the driver’s expression became.

　　Song Zhiyi didn’t realize she had become a ticking time bomb in the driver’s eyes. Recalling the lies she had made up earlier, she quickly replied, “Nothing, I’m just in a hurry to deliver medicine to my sister. If possible, could you go faster?”

　　She raised her head and smiled at the driver, her pair of black and white deer eyes were moist and watery, making her look particularly sincere.

　　Coincidentally, the yellow light was flashing, and the driver finally gritted his teeth and stepped on the accelerator, frantically testing the edge of the speed limit.

　　I don’t care whether she is a mental patient or not. I am just a taxi driver.

　　…

　　Song Zhiyi soon arrived at her destination, near Huaxing Entertainment Company.

　　But the most important thing now is to find a place to clarify what happened in the past few days.

　　She looked around, found a bench under the shade of a tree and sat down, then took out a blue hard-cover notebook from the canvas bag on her back.

　　Sensing her gaze, two lines of golden characters suddenly appeared on the plain navy blue cover.

　　[Pampered Canary Character Card Album]

　　This is what she got from her “dream”.

　　About five days ago, she fell into a coma of unknown cause and could not be awakened. It was also during these five days that she had a long and bizarre dream, so bizarre that it directly shook her worldview.

　　In the dream, there was a huge screen playing a “movie” and the protagonist of the movie was his twin brother Song Zhiyu.

　　The film’s story begins in midsummer and ends in late spring, a period of ten months. At the end of the story, Song Zhiyu finally loses his beloved and jumps from the rooftop, exploding into a bloody mosaic.

　　To be honest, perhaps because she knew she was dreaming, or perhaps because she didn’t want to believe that her brother was a heartless person with a love brain, after seeing “Song Zhiyu” jump to his death, the first thought in her mind was “Fortunately, no innocent passers-by were hit.”

　　When she woke up from her dream, her roommate told her that she had been in a coma for five days. Of course, this was not enough to shake her worldview. What really shook her was this glowing notebook.

　　The notebook glows, which is rare but not surprising. However, only she can see the contents of this notebook.

　　Upon discovering this, her worldview went from indestructible to precarious.

　　She also remembered the origin of this notebook on the way from the hospital.

　　After the film in the dream finished playing, a golden ball of light floated out from the screen, but the ball of light had only spoken halfway when the dream began to shake and collapse. In the chaos, she only had time to grab a handful of the ball of light.

　　Now that I think about it, the golden light emitted by this strange character card book is indeed very similar to that ball of light.

　　And the half sentence said by the light ball.

　　”Song Zhiyu, this is your…your what? Future? Ending? Or destiny? Seriously, you’ll get punished if you say half of it!”

　　Song Zhiyi sighed, leaned back, and her dark pupils reflected the sunlight that was cut into pieces by the branches and leaves.

　　No matter what the ball of light wanted to say, it was certain that its target was not herself, but her younger brother, Song Zhiyu.

　　Thinking of this, Song Zhiyi leaned back, raised the notebook in front of her eyes and opened it.

　　Who is he: Song Zhiyu

　　Where is he from: Anchuan City

　　His past: Born twenty-three years ago; accidentally ate a goat’s dung egg at one; was teased when he tried to catch a chicken at three; was pushed on a swing by his sister at five, landing a perfect somersault… Entered the entertainment industry at twenty… Met Lin Xiaofeng at twenty-three… Heartbroken by love, he jumped off a building and committed suicide.

　　Some of these life trajectories, even his own sister had forgotten, were recorded in detail in this personal profile card. From the time he met Lin Xiaofeng at the age of 23, everything that happened afterwards was exactly the same as in that strange dream, including the way he died.

　　But deep down she still didn’t want to believe that this was her brother’s fate –

　　Although this life trajectory is detailed, many details still need to be scrutinized.

　　For example, Song Zhiyu frequently and boldly expressed his love to Lin Xiaofeng on Weibo in the later period. She dared to guarantee that if Song Zhiyu dared to do such a thing, his old father’s agent would definitely take over his account as soon as possible.

　　Furthermore, in order to promote Lin Xiaofeng, he spent a lot of money to pave the way for her.

　　Spending money to pave the way, first of all, you have to have money, right? Knowing that all of Song Zhiyu’s big money is in her hands, and knowing that she would never increase her prodigal brother’s pocket money for such a reason, the question is, where does he get the money?

　　Song Zhiyi sat up straight and carefully flipped through Song Zhiyu’s character card album again. Finally, he found the word “sister” from a corner, “Sister Song Zhiyi was kidnapped and killed when she was six years old.”^[1]well, she should have been dead but is still alive

　　What a vicious setting! He even dared to curse her! Song Zhiyi snapped the character card book shut and gave it a fierce middle finger.

　　Now that we have figured out what’s going on, it’s time to catch my brother.

　　Song Zhiyi stood up, stuffed the personality card album into a white canvas bag printed with “Anchuan Mental Health Center”, and walked towards Huaxing Entertainment Company with a proud and confident look.

　　Then she was ruthlessly stopped outside by the cold-faced security guard.

　　The bench was taken in no time, leaving Song Zhiyi crouched by a nearby flowerbed. She belatedly realized she should have at least changed her clothes. It was all Song Zhiyu’s fault. Why had he sent her to the hospital for no reason?

　　She was cursing in her heart and didn’t realize that if she hadn’t been taken to the hospital after sleeping for five days, she would have died long ago.

　　Entering WeChat, on the friend chat page with the note “Shuizhuyu”^[2]means : Boiled fish, the nickname she had added her bro’s name?, the latest message was sent an hour ago, saying that there was some work to deal with and he had to go back to the company first.

　　Further up, there were all kinds of news that Song Zhiyu had been mumbling about during the five days she had been in a coma, as well as his breakdown over her unexplained coma.

　　”You talk too much.” Song Zhiyi complained, with a smile on her lips, and clicked on the voice call to dial.

　　No one answered, and there seemed to be a tiny ringing in her ear.

　　Song Zhiyi looked over and hung up the phone hesitantly.

　　The ringing stopped and she dialed again, turning down the volume of the phone. The familiar ringtone rang again.

　　It’s not an illusion.

　　*

　　There are no deserted alleys and blind spots for surveillance.

　　The tall, brown-haired young man leaned against the wall with his right hand, his eyes fixed on the frightened woman in front of him who looked like a rabbit. He curled his lips into an evil smile and let out a low bubbling sound.

　　”Lin Xiaofeng? I have to admit, I do have a little interest in you, little fellow.”

　　”Song, Teacher Song, did you misunderstand something?” Lin Xiaofeng’s cheeks flushed and she was at a loss.

　　”Misunderstanding? Ha, can you really hide your little tricks from me?” Song Zhiyu’s eyes were red. He bent down slightly, and the tips of their noses were almost touching. “Woman…”

　　”Song Zhiyu, are you itching again?”

　　A furious roar, which sank into his dantian, shook both of them.

　　That roar naturally belonged to Song Zhiyi.

　　She followed the ringing sound and came over. She saw her brother with red eyes, pressing a little girl whose face she couldn’t see clearly into the corner.

　　It was the same plot as what she had seen in her dream. According to the development in the dream, this should be the first time he and the heroine Lin Xiaofeng met, but in Song Zhiyi’s eyes, her brother was just a hooligan who should be put in jail!

　　Song Zhiyi trotted a few steps and saw that Song Zhiyu was still shamelessly banging the girl against the wall. She was so angry that she pulled his hand off and said angrily, “Now that you’ve grown wings, you’re no longer a star, but a gangster, right?”

　　She looked up and wanted to say something, but she unexpectedly met a pair of phoenix eyes with tears in them, and all the words she wanted to say were blocked in her mouth.

　　She was very familiar with that look. From childhood to adulthood, he always had that look in his eyes every time he was forced to perform a show, but never once was he as frightened and panicked as he was at this moment.

　　He was asking her for help.

　　*

　　In the coffee shop, Lin Xiaofeng took a sip of hot milk tea and looked at the two siblings in front of her who looked 60% similar, her eyes dodging.

　　”I understand what you mean. Don’t worry, since it’s a misunderstanding, I won’t tell anyone.”

　　”That’s not what I meant.” It sounded like they were threatening. Song Zhiyi, still in her hospital gown, awkwardly clenched and unclenched her notebook, trying in vain to explain, “My younger brother, he’s not very clear-headed…”

　　How should I explain this? Should I tell her that Song Zhiyu’s brain got damaged by a chicken pecking at him when he was a child?

　　Song Zhiyi had a worried look on her face. Although she hadn’t had time to ask her brother what was going on, she understood after just a few glances that he was probably forced to do what he had just done.

　　There is a 99% chance that it is related to the strange dream she had.

　　”Cough cough…” Lin Xiaofeng was choked and coughed loudly.

　　”Are you okay?” Song Zhiyi hurriedly picked up the tissue and handed it to her.

　　”Thank you, cough cough… Thank you.” Lin Xiaofeng covered her mouth with a tissue and coughed for a while before stopping. She said embarrassedly, “Sorry, I seemed to hear some strange noises just now. Did you hear them?”

　　Seeing her looking at him, Song Zhiyu leaned back as if he had seen a flood or a beast. He only shook his head embarrassedly after being slapped by his sister.

　　Song Zhiyi also smiled and said, “I didn’t hear any sound.”

　　”Maybe it’s just hallucination.” Of course, being pecked by a chicken or something like that couldn’t possibly be real. Lin Xiaofeng blinked and asked tentatively, “You just said that Teacher Song’s mind is sometimes unclear. What’s the reason?”

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　　Song Zhiyi put on a business smile, and when her eyes accidentally glanced at the half-drunk milk tea, her smile deepened a little. She said sincerely, “This is not very glorious to say, but of course, since you asked, I must tell you.”

　　”My little brother, he’s drunk on milk.”