Chapter 6...reborn again?
Call me...for breakfast?
Roland, who hadn't cleared his mind yet, put down his pen helplessly. Although he wasn't very hungry, he still picked up his coat and went downstairs.
"This is the disadvantage of being underage, you have to be controlled for everything you do."
Opening the trembling door, the little chubby is still wearing the green hat from yesterday.
The face full of sleepiness was filled with the words I want to sleep, and the dull eyes were comparable to the bearded man who saw Houston at four o'clock in the morning every day. Such a situation also made Roland a little curious, "James, you clearly Knowing that Ashley and Mary are rushing to film again, if that's the case, why don't you go to bed early at night? Do you have to fight yourself?"
Roland's words made James, who wanted to greet him, feel at a loss.
Before Ruan Tada's hand was raised, the gap between his eyebrows was already raised.
"Huh? Roland, how do you know that my sister is going to film today?"
"My mother told you about this?"
"It shouldn't be! I only found out after I was called up this morning!"
"My dad was complaining about my mom just now! Even he doesn't know about it!"
As the tone of voice rose, the embarrassment covering his face disappeared, and was replaced by sudden surprise.
Those wide-eyed eyes resembled those children who knew that they were sent by phone bills.
After hearing James' doubtful words, Roland also blinked his eyes in confusion.
He felt that the guy in front of him had a brain problem!
Do you think you are the great detective Wade Wilson in Pikachu skin?
There is no Mewtwo in this world, so stop pretending to have amnesia!
Your sister joined the filming team yesterday, but today is the second day!
Although he wanted to vomit in his heart, Roland still kept his mouth shut seeing James' appearance that he was about to collapse at any time.
He is right in front of James, who has the same attributes as the guy with the same name.
After all, that one often can't remember what he did and what he said.
Shrugged his shoulders, didn't get too deep into this matter, closed the door, and left with the other party.
However, just as he crossed the yard and got into the courtyard of Olsen's house, a piercing sudden stop suddenly came.
Turning around, a mail truck with smoking tires stopped at the door in a slanting manner. The postman in overalls leaned out half of the window, trying to stuff the newspaper in his hand into the inbox. freewebn ovel.com
Such a situation made Roland raise his eyebrows.
He clearly remembered that yesterday morning, the postman also appeared in the same way.
"Sir, you better give me the newspaper, I'm just going in."
Roland turned around, came to the gate of the yard, and stretched out his hand towards the bald head.
This postman is very strong. If it wasn't for his dark skin, he would have even suspected that Boss Tang had changed his career.
"Okay, here you are."
The postman leaning over to deliver glanced at the open door, and handed the newspaper to Roland with a smile on his face.
"Sir, has your delivery time changed? Since yesterday, you have always delivered at this time from now on?"
While receiving the newspaper, Roland also remembered what David said yesterday morning.
The postman in front of him was obviously late again.
"From yesterday? Change the time?"
The postman, who was about to slam on the accelerator and leave the scene, was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said with a smile: "No, no, no, we always start delivery at six o'clock. Today is because the car from the headquarters is late and the newspaper did not come, so it is late." point."
What?
Roland felt something was wrong.
Why even you guys are starting to open your eyes and talk nonsense!
"Sir, didn't we just meet yesterday?" Roland felt that he had to expose the other party's lies.
"How is it possible!" The postman frowned, stared at Roland twice, and then relaxed again, "Little friend, stop joking with uncle, okay? I'm going to continue delivering papers, you can go into the house..."
Looking at the taillights of the car that was leaving quickly, and hearing the sound of the suddenly roaring motor, Roland blinked again.
joke?
He's not Billy Batson, what a joke!
Cursing his lips, Roland was deeply suspicious of the postman's character. He felt that this guy was afraid of calling himself to complain, so he refused to admit it.
However, when he lowered his head to sweep the newspaper, wanting to read today's headlines.
The above date made him stunned on the spot—
January 1, 1990.
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I 豮艸芔茻.
What's happening here?
Roland rubbed his eyes, and quickly browsed the headlines on the front page.
When he found that the above content was exactly the same as the news he saw yesterday...
Roland, who was stunned, immediately recalled James' words just now.
"Did I misunderstand James?"
Roland, who was muttering to himself, felt that something was wrong.
He rushed into the house decisively, when he saw Ganetti wearing the new dress that he personally praised yesterday...
He felt that things might have exceeded his expectations.
Following his daze, the standing figure on the spot naturally attracted the attention of David and Ganetti.
The couple glanced at each other, and they both saw doubts in their hearts from each other.
"Roland, what's the matter?" After realizing that Roland's cheeks were bloodless, Ganetti, who stood up concerned, came to his side, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Dizziness, or—"
While asking, her body has already moved up.
The foreheads intersected and touched, as if they wanted to use this method to quickly check Roland's temperature.
Dizziness?
Yes, Roland is indeed a little dizzy now.
He felt that his heart was beating as fast as the big devil who served two consecutive sidelines.
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to calm down, looking at Ganetti, who was squatting in front of him, anxiously, Roland's voice trembled, "Aunt Ganetti, I don't have any discomfort, I just remembered something. thing..."
"What's the matter, you said?" Ganetti didn't believe Roland's words, and asked neatly.
"Today... is January 1, 1990?" Roland's tone was a little uncertain.
"Yes, what's the problem? We just passed the New Year's Eve last night." Ganetti nodded.
"Yeah, but—I remember you telling me early last month that there was an audition this month."
"But I forgot, I wasn't prepared."
Roland forced a smile. At this moment, he was like a primary school student who left his homework on the plane.
However, after hearing Roland's words, Ganetti, who had been paying attention to him, was immediately relieved.
She thought what happened to Roland!
Didn't expect him to worry about such a trivial matter?
"Oh baby, do you remember this?"
"The audition I told you about last time was actually today."
"However, you don't need to be nervous."
"Even if you forget, it doesn't matter."
"It was chosen by others. It is the protagonist of a movie with an investment of tens of millions. We will take you there just to join in the fun."
Just when Ganetti opened his arms to embrace Roland, and patted his back with his right hand to comfort him, David, who took off his glasses, also came to his side and looked at him with a smile on his face, "Roland, if you feel that the audition is not good enough?" You have brought a lot of trouble, we just don't go later, forget it, forget it, this kind of thing is not as important as the newspaper in your hand."
"It doesn't matter whether you go to the audition or not, but if you don't read the newspaper, you will miss a lot of important news."
Although the Olsen couple kept instilling in Roland the concept that the audition was not important, and wanted to help the child who felt that he might have done something wrong to get out of the predicament, but for Roland, these light words of comfort Like thunder on the ground.
The sudden pain in the brain was like being hit by Chris Hemsworth with a hammer!
Audition?
Of course it doesn't matter!
Importantly, is it possible that today is January 1, 1990?
My special code was born again?
Are you kidding me!
With fear and doubt, Roland ate five bowls of Muesli this time.
Perhaps Roland's behavior was too abnormal just now. Even though James was curious about his food intake, he didn't ask questions like yesterday.
After seeing him finish eating, David also made a suggestion to this little guy who might have been frightened.
"Roland, why don't we go today?"
Not going?
How is this possible!
Although the protagonist of "Home Alone" is pre-determined, it would be a waste of time for Roland to go again, but Roland, who has watched thousands of movies and read hundreds of millions of words on the Internet, feels that his short rebirth may be It's not that simple.
January 1, 1990 in his mind is mostly related to auditions.
Since this is the case, if he doesn't go, how can he prove that the present he lives in must be the past yesterday?
(end of this chapter)
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