"It's my illness."
"You're sick" Tong Yao looked Yuan Xun up and down worriedly, only to find that his face really didn't look good, and his eyes were still bloodshot.
"It's just a little cold, just take a medicine."
"You" are still husband and wife now, and he is very good to himself, she looks at him with some concern: "Do you need me to do something?"
"Not necessarily."
His tone was cold.
"Then I'll go upstairs" I went back to my room, took a shower, and came down to eat, but Yuan Xun was no longer there.
She was a little worried, and asked Chen's mother, should it be because he was sick that he didn't eat, but the result was not, saying that Mr. just had something to deal with before going upstairs.
Tong Yao was a little uneasy in the end, eating without knowing the taste, thinking about her thoughts.
Thinking of the doctor I saw just now, I felt a little puzzled, could it be that he turned out to be an all-round doctor, who could not only treat himself, but also treat Yuan Xun, depression to cold and flu, and could do anything But this kind of doubt flashed in her heart, after all, now Yuan Xun didn't say that she had to take medicine, and she didn't want to bother with this.
After eating, Chen's mother came over and said respectfully, "Madam, do you want to drink milk?"
Tong Yao didn't want to drink it, but somehow thought that today Yuan Xun said that he loved to eat vegetables, and remembered that he used to tell himself to remember to drink hot milk.
She initially felt that this man was hypocritical, but later she felt that he was extremely good to her.
She nodded, "Well, take it." ” After drinking the milk, she saw that the time was about a little later, and she was also a little sleepy, so she went upstairs to take a nap.
Lying there, I couldn't sleep at first, and there were many things hidden in my heart, such as the story about Uncle Yuan and my mother, such as my own confusing rebirth, and for example, the teenage self.
When she thought of this, she suddenly remembered the stick figure she had drawn with a tree branch on the mountain, the fifteen-year-old self.
She has no diary, and there is no way to regenerate into the past.
It would be nice if she could be reborn again, at least let her know whether this so-called rebirth was a real experience or a false illusion.
It would be nice to be able to respawn again Before going to bed, the thought stayed in her mind, and in her closed eyes, in the darkness, there was a portrait of a fifteen-year-old girl, with her big moist and sensitive eyes, always looking at everything in front of her quietly and gently.
She has a pair of big moist and sensitive eyes, and she always looks at everything in front of her quietly and gently.
In the blink of an eye, there seemed to be a clear spring flowing inside.
She was still very young, only fifteen years old, as young as a young sapling that had just sprouted in the spring.
She was still very young Tong Yao twisted her eyebrows slightly, and she stared at herself in the mirror and looked carefully.
Chen Siqi said that she seemed to be frozen, and she still looked like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, but now she looked at the girl in front of her carefully, and then realized that the appearance when she was young was not at all the same as later.
When he was young, he was more full and vivid, and his timid eyes had a pool of spring water in his eyes.
She raised her hand and touched her cheek, and saw that the girl in the mirror had also touched her cheek.
Yes, that's who you are, your fifteen-year-old self.
She was born again Born again She bit her lip, as did the girl in the mirror.
A tingling pain came, the stinging was real and vivid, and she looked at her fifteen-year-old self in a daze, thinking that it was really reborn, it was not an illusion, it was not a dream.
Confused for a moment, she looked around the room and realized that it was her own room when she was fifteen.
Obviously there is no diary, why would he be reborn How long will this rebirth last?
She could vaguely feel in her heart that she didn't have much time and had to do a few urgent things.
The first thing is to find a way to save my mother.
She had been reborn so many times before, why did she ignore the most important thing that should have been in her mind Blaming herself, she rushes out of the room trying to find her mother.
But when she came to the living room, she found that there was a note on it.
I grabbed it, and it was written in a familiar font, written by my mother.
"Yaoyao: Your uncle and I went on a trip to Japan, and it may take a week to return.
There is a week's worth of ingredients in the fridge, you remember to cook your own food, if you don't want to do it, go to the restaurant downstairs and buy some.
I have some money in the second drawer at the head of my bed, enough for you to spend this time.
Mommy stays" Tong Yao looked at this note, and actually had the urge to scold the heavens and the earth.
But her mouth opened and opened, and at last she didn't make a sound.
She doesn't swear.
Holding the note tightly, she wanted to laugh and cry, stayed for a while, and finally fell into tears.
Her mother, her former uncle, can't escape this catastrophe after all, right?
She knew that she didn't have much time to be reborn and couldn't go to Japan to get them back, and she also knew that if she managed to call them and tell them something at this time, they would definitely think they were crazy.
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Now, she is also deeply aware that the so-called rebirth has not changed much at all, at least the substantial progress of her life has not changed at all because of her rebirth.
This may be the iron law of the operation of the planets in the mysterious and vast universe, and it is more likely that a person is born with an inviolable destiny, of course, at the extreme, this may even be a shocking lie brewed by a conspirator.
Either way, she understands her vulnerability and incompetence.
She can't really change anything.
I can't even change my own life, let alone save my mother and Uncle Yuan.
She clutched the note, half-crouched on the ground, and covered her face tremblingly.
She is so incompetent, what can this incompetent self do now Back at the age of fifteen, she didn't come to pay attention to the eyes that were once like a clear spring, let alone to look at the boudoir of her youth.
She always has to do something for herself in the future.
After a moment of silence, an idea suddenly occurred in her mind, and she hurriedly ran back to her room.
Although she was already a little unfamiliar with the room she used to have, fortunately, the familiar scene quickly recalled her memories and touches, and she found her diary.
It's the diary, the diary that was torn apart page by page, and the pages on it are densely packed with diaries.
It's just that at this time of fifteen, at this point in time, this diary has no content about the encounter with Yuan Xun later.
She took the diary as if she had found it, and drew another pen from the pen holder next to her, and her hands trembled, thinking about what to write.
I hope to write something that will be useful to me in the future.
She first found a blank page, and after thinking about it, she solemnly began to write. "17 September 2003 Today, I called my mom and said that there was no class today, and I would go back to dinner in the evening.
My mother promised me to make me a delicious fish soup.
I used to have a politics class in the afternoon, and after the class, I would not be able to get home in the evening.
But I felt as if something was going to happen at home, and my heart was pounding, so I should skip class and go home immediately. ” After writing this, she stared at it again, and finally added another sentence at the end: I must go home early, today is more important than the day, so I must go home early.
Don't do the bus, the bus is stuck in traffic, I have to take a taxi home.
September 17, 2003, was my mother's death day.
When she returned home, her mother had collapsed in a pool of blood, and the person standing next to her was Yuan Xun.
This incident was a thorn in her heart, and although she had pondered it countless times, knowing in her heart that Won-hoon had absolutely no motive for killing her mother, she still had doubts.
Why is he in their house, why is his mother lying in a pool of blood What the hell is going on Why no matter how much I pressed to ask, I felt that the answer he gave was problematic He couldn't give an answer that he felt was flawless.
This is the pimple she can never let go, the original sin that tortured her to death, and the cause of the pain that she didn't even dare to look at her own son.
She had to find a way to save her mother, and she had to know the truth about it.
To do this, she had to be reborn back to the day of September 10, and not too late, before evening.
Otherwise, she could only watch her mother's life pass away.
After writing this, she picked up the pen again, changed the page and continued to write: "17 October 2003 On this day, don't get drunk, don't lock the door, and don't see Wonxun.
If you meet someone named Hara-hoon, remember to let him go.
No matter how sad and desperate you are, no matter how much you need a hug to comfort, that person is not Wonhoon, he can only let you step into never-ending entanglements, he will make you unable to control your body, he will sink you into boundless darkness.
He's a demon.
Always remember to stay away from him. ” After she finished writing, she bit the pen and looked at it carefully, but she felt that it was wrong.
Do you really have to let Yuan Xun leave?
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