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Lin Xian had already thought of his plan in the taxi.
He wrote a letter to his past self, telling him the time and place of the tragedy and asking him to stop it.
Having just witnessed the misfortune of a family, Lin Xian felt that since he had the ability to help them and it was a piece of cake, he could not just sit back and do nothing.
My dear past self:
Hello!
From the timeline, you should have already received my letter. I don't need to emphasize the matter of proving your identity again, right?
Forget it. A life is at stake. I can't afford to make a mistake. I'll prove it to you again. I'm the future you, and I'll tell you a little secret that only the two of us know: The Chinese teacher's comment in primary school
Do you believe me now? On June 6th, 2021, at 4 p. m., a tragedy happened on a narrow bridge 200 meters south of Shengli Road in the east of the city. Two five or six-year-old girls drowned.
The water there is not deep for you, it only reaches your chest. According to our character, since we know about this, we definitely won't sit idly by. You should go there earlier to prevent the tragedy from happening.
You of Tomorrow
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After he finished writing, Lin Xian folded the letter, put it into the envelope, and stuck a stamp on it.
Then, he wrote on the envelope,"
[Attention: Lin Xian.]
[Location: East Ocean City, Binhu Bay District, Building 3, Unit 4, Room 802.]
[Time of delivery: June 5, 2021]
After he finished writing, Lin Xian threw the envelope into the small red mailbox.
Clang.
With a soft sound, the letter was sent in.
Lin Xian was suddenly curious.
When would the "postman" come to collect the letter?
He raised the toy mailbox and shook it vigorously.
Clang, clang!
The sound of the envelope hitting the iron sheet came from inside.
"The letter is still there, which means it wasn't sent immediately.”
"Anyway, I wrote the delivery date a day in advance. I'll definitely receive it.”
Then, Lin Xian washed up and went to sleep.
At this moment, Lin Xian realized that there were some memories that did not exist in his mind.
In these memories, he had received a letter yesterday morning, which was placed on his desk.
After opening it, the letter told him the number of this episode's two-color ball.
Then, he went to five different lottery shops and bought a ticket each. He even deliberately dialed the last number wrongly.
These memories that he did not have in the morning were becoming clearer and clearer, gradually fusing with his original memories.
"So the changed memories don't rush into my mind all of a sudden. Instead, they slowly merge with my original memories.”
"It's quite humane."
If these memories rushed into his mind at once, he would inevitably have a headache or cerebral hemorrhage. Taking it slowly would not harm his body.
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At 11:30 pm, Lin Xian finished watching the Short videos and went to the toilet to get ready to sleep.
When he passed by the study room, he walked in again.
He picked up the red mailbox and shook it vigorously!
Clang, clang!
"F * ck, why is it still here? When will this 'postman' come to get the letter?”
It was too late. Lin Xian let go of his curiosity and went back to bed to sleep.
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The next day, Lin Xian was woken up by the alarm clock.
She had taken a day off yesterday, so it was time for her to work properly today.
After waking up, she went to the toilet first.
"Eh? Did I wash my clothes yesterday?"
Lin Xian stared blankly at the clothes drying in the bathroom.
"Forget it. Maybe the memory fusion hasn't been completed yet.”
Lin Xian guessed that the letter he wrote yesterday must have changed history.
With his personality, he definitely wouldn't leave her in the lurch.
These dirty clothes were probably washed at home after he went into the river to save people yesterday.
"After the memory fusion is completed tonight, we will know what happened yesterday.”
After washing up, eating, and getting dressed, he walked into the study again, picked up the red mailbox, and shook it vigorously!
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There was complete silence.
" Hmm, looks like the postman only picks up the mail in the middle of the night. He's really dedicated.”
After Lin Xian was done packing, he went out to catch the subway to work.
On the subway, he searched the local news and saw the news of his successful rescue.
"Victory Road Narrow Bridge, Two Girls Fall Into the Water!" A young man passing by is doing a good deed!"
The Living Thunder Feng! The handsome young man saved two girls who had fallen into the water! He left in a hurry after saving someone!"
Hidden Merits and Fame! This handsome young man's behavior is worth learning from!》
"Shocking! This young man had actually done such a thing to a wet girl!》
“艹! Unscrupulous media!"
The last piece of news was undoubtedly posted by the shock department of U.C. Lin Xian pressed the report button.
It was good that she was saved.
Lin Xian had no intention of becoming famous.
After getting off the subway, Lin Xian walked straight to the office building where the company was located.
The noise could be heard from afar.
It was as noisy as a wet market.
"What happened? What happened?"
As soon as they walked past the corner of the building.
Lin Xian was shocked!
As far as the eye could see! A sea of people!
A reporter from the television station!
Children holding flowers!
Countless people crowded around!
Flash!
"Dear viewers in front of your televisions! This is the place where the heroic hero Lin Xian works. Soon, we will see his true face!”
"Is Mister Lin Xian not here yet? Our school specially organized the children to present flowers to the hero!”
"Fortunately, Mr. Lin Xian was recognized by his colleagues. Otherwise, he would have become an unknown hero! We can't even find anyone to thank!"
"Ahem. Since Mr. Lin Xian hasn't arrived yet, as his direct leader, I'll say a few words first. Comrade Lin Xian was always very hardworking! He was also a very good person! Under the guidance of my leader, he has repeatedly obtained "
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