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He told his mother that he wanted to go back to school, and despite his mother's almost humble begging, he returned to school without looking back.

The boy is a very famous figure at school, and the boy is not a gangster who dominates the school, but he has a good mind and an easy-going temper, and his appearance adds a bonus point to him. It can be said that at school, the life of a teenager can be said to be like a fish in water.

However, school life has also become difficult for teenagers.

He went to have lunch with his friends, and his friends looked embarrassed and found a lame excuse to shirk it, he went to find his little girlfriend, who stammered and politely rejected him.

As a matter of course, the little girlfriend proposed to break up.

Only then did the boy realize that almost everyone in the school knew about it - he was the product of his father's affair, and he and his mother were still shamelessly not leaving, unwilling to let go of the poor man.

The pain of the teenager is indescribable, and he wants to tell it, but he doesn't know who wants to listen.

"Did I do something wrong," it was the first time the teenager had found someone to confide in, "why did you punish me like this?" ”

"Do you blame your mother?" Zhang Ziche, who was sent by the ghost, asked the young man such a sentence.

"How so," the boy smiled, "how could I resent my mother?" ”

"Losing everything that once belonged to me is what hurts me the most." The young man looked at Zhang Ziche and told him what he thought.

"Do you want everything back?" Zhang Ziche smiled and said to the young man, "If you want everything back, make a contract with me." ”

He was convinced that the child would make a contract with him.

"Uncle, is this the deacon's restaurant?" The young man was a little helpless, how old a person would be to say something like that seriously.

"Of course not," Zhang Zi Che smiled, and then said softly, "What I said is true. ”

"Uncle, you're kidding." Feeling the solemnity in Zhang Ziche's words, vaguely, the young man also became nervous, "I'm just a student, I don't have any money." ”

"I don't want money," Zhang Zi smiled warmly, "I want your ten years of self." ”

"Ten years of what?" The boy didn't understand.

"I will give you ten years of rebirth, and you will live as another person's name," Zhang Ziche paused, "Your memories will be mine, for the time being. ”

"Then ......" for such conditions beyond the reality of understanding, the teenager is very convinced, "What about ten years later?" Am I gone? ”

"Of course not, in ten years I will give you a chance to be re-elected, which identity to live with, it's up to you."

The boy seemed to hesitate, and just then, the boy's cell phone rang.

The word "Mom" popped up on the phone.

"I agree." The boy glanced at the caller ID on his phone, nodded and said.

"Then, the contract is concluded." Zhang Ziche's somewhat muffled voice disappeared into the wind.

When the boy opened his eyes, a woman was sleeping beside him.

He was a little dizzy, as if he had a strange dream, in which a man said something to him.

"What's wrong, Wei Ran." The woman woke up at the boy's movement and asked sleepily.

"It's nothing," the boy got up and went to the bathroom to wash his face, and the dream made him a little stunned, "go to sleep, honey, I'll go to the bathroom." ”

The mirror in the bathroom reflected the appearance of the teenager, and he couldn't seem to describe him as a teenager. There were some slight wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and there was no innocence in his eyes.

Now he is a man in his thirties.

He had a wife who loved him, who was not striking but mild-mannered.

He also has a five-year-old son, whose eyebrows and eyes are very much like himself, and his personality is more like his wife.

Such a harmonious and beautiful family is the envy of many people.

Only sometimes, when he fell asleep, he would dream of a deep male voice, but what that voice said was not really what he heard.

After a long time, he got used to it.

Still on an ordinary day, he received a phone call while working in the unit, "Wei Ran, Wei Ran, Xiao Geng, he ......"

His wife's crying filled his ears, and he could only comfort her with kind words and let her speak slowly.

The wife was sobbing and intermittently told him that their son had been in a car accident and was now in emergency at the hospital.

He hurried over, and outside the operating room was his pale wife, "Wei Ran, what should I do, Wei Ran." ”

His wife's crying reminded him that he had to take on the responsibility of being the head of the family, so he asked his wife to sit there and rushed to the clinic to pay the money, and when he hurried back, he heard the doctor asking for a blood transfusion from his family.

"I'll do it." The man followed the doctor to draw blood, not noticing that the emergency patients in both operating rooms were called Xia Geng.

The man who had finished drawing the blood was a little pale, pressed the needle tightly with one hand, and hurried to the operating table, but did not find that two bags of freshly drawn blood were sent to another operating room.

Another elderly woman also had her blood drawn, and her blood bag was sent to the man's son's operating table.

The door to the operating room finally opened, and the doctor stepped out of it.

"Who are the relatives of this patient?" The doctor's voice was as cold as ever, and he turned his head and reprimanded the nurse who had just drawn the man's blood, "How can you find a random collateral relative for blood transfusion, don't you know common sense?" ”

The man and his wife outside the operating room were stunned.

In the entire corridor, only the nurse's explanation voice remained, "No, Director Cui, listen to me, he is the father of this patient, so I ......"

"How is it possible, it won't, how can it be like this." The wife was the first to react and shouted a little uncontrollably.

The ......man stood there, and he suddenly felt like a fool, but he vaguely felt that this matter seemed familiar.

……

"What will he choose?" Zhang Ziche, who was stirring coffee in the years, said with some expectation.

"Do you want to make a bet," Yang Jinse closed the "Red and Black" in his hand, "what do you bet he will choose?" ”

"If you want to win this bet," Zhang Zi thought about it and smiled like waking up from a dream, "Then I'll bet on the same outcome as you." ”

"......" Yang Jinse was a little helpless, "You really make people want to talk to you like this." ”

When you take care of your son for fifteen years, and suddenly someone tells you that he is not your own child, and he doesn't even deserve the fact that his blood type is not worthy, the man doesn't even know how to express his anger.