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Pedestrians walking on the road are eager to shrink their heads into their clothes. Perhaps this is the only way to escape the cold winds howling from distant Siberia.

But in such weather, pedestrians were surprised to find that at the door of a welfare home, there was a stupid roe deer standing in a daze.

He didn't wear a hat and didn't stoop his head. Just stood stupidly, looking at the clean sign.

This person, of course, is Park Jung-hyuk.

It's been seven years.

After seven years, he finally returned to the place he knew best.

But he was so timid that he couldn't even take a step.

How happened to Dean Song, who is like a mother?

At this time in her previous life, she was on the verge of dying, but she had no money to treat her illness.

Park Jung-hyuk still vividly remembers that several of their brothers and sisters were standing in front of Dean Song's hospital bed, crying in the dark.

How's Liangzi doing?

At the beginning, that kid was very naughty, because the fight punctured someone's car tire. For this, Park Jung-hyuk lost a month's salary.

And what he misses the most is his youngest sister Xinyue.

She didn't call it by that name, but the day she was picked up happened to be the beginning of the month. A crescent moon hung in the sky, so Dean Song gave her a name called Song Xinyue.

When she was reborn in a car accident, this girl had just found a job at the front desk.

I don't know if she can do a good job of this kind of reception?

Now, she's probably still a high school student.

Those familiar people, every time I think about it, Park Jung-hyuk's heart is surging.

But what he was most afraid of seeing was a person.

That's Yang Hao, himself.

If, here, he saw a living Yang Hao, a complete self, what should he do?

That kind of confused, fearful and apprehensive mentality, Park Jung-hyuk can't tell others.

Just looking at the signboard of the New District Children's Welfare Center, Park Jung-hyuk's tears couldn't help but fall.

I've been waiting for so many years, isn't it just for today?

I've even experienced things like rebirth and crossing, so what are you afraid of?

With that in mind, he took a step and prepared to step in.

At this moment, a crisp and pleasant voice sounded behind him.

"Sir, have you come here for something?"

The familiar voice exploded in his ears, and Park Jung-hyuk's hairs all over his body seemed to be open. Suddenly turned around, and saw a slim high school girl, who was carrying a schoolbag at this time, looking at him curiously.

"Little ...... Ah, hello! ”

Park Jung-hyuk was about to call him by his first name, when he suddenly remembered that he was a stranger now. If you call her name for the first time, it will definitely scare her.

The person who called him was the little sister Song Xinyue, who relied on him the most back then.

Sure enough, as he guessed, this girl is still a high school student.

It's just that Park Jung-hyuk is more surprised that the little sister is not the same as the image in his memory.

It turned out that none of their children had much money. Most of the clothes worn were donated by well-wishers. Then, through Dean Song's skillful hands, it was changed to a size that they could wear.

But look at the current Song Xinyue, she is much taller than the original contemporary, not to mention, and the clothes are also brand new school uniforms.

On top of that, the schoolbag she was carrying turned out to be new as well. Even the shoes on the feet are new sneakers this year.

These changes surprised Park Jung-hyuk and made him more cautious at the same time.

"Well, hello little sister. Are you from this welfare home? ”

Although Song Xinyue is still a high school student, because of the environment in which she grew up, her social experience is far richer than that of her peers.

looked at Park Jung-hyuk suspiciously, but the etiquette was in place.

"Yes, I grew up here. Yes, sir, are you here to do charity? ”

Their welfare home receives donations from many well-wishers every year, so Song Xinyue is used to this kind of thing.

Park Jung-hyuk shook his head and suddenly thought of a solution.

"Well, I'm from Korea. A few years ago, I received an email from a person named Yang Hao here. So I came to China this time to meet him. ”

When he said this, Park Jung-hyuk was short of breath, and there was hot sweat flowing in the dry and cold weather.

What an amazing experience it was to see yourself!

Hearing that someone knew Yang Hao, Song Xinyue was surprised.

"Do you know Brother Yang Hao?"

"yes, yes, we've talked a lot via email. He told me about the things here, the amiable Dean Song, the mischievous Liang Zi, and the most understanding little sister of the Crescent. So I finally came to China this time, and I wanted to come here to see it. ”

He was excited, but Song Xinyue's tears couldn't stop flowing.

"You...... You're late, Brother Yang Hao has passed away. ”

Park Jung-hyuk's eyes darkened, and his brain seemed to be dizzy as if it had been hit by a voltage of 100,000 volts.

I'm afraid to see it, and I don't know how to deal with it. But learning the news hit him even harder.

"You...... What did you say? Yang Hao, he ......"

Song Xinyue sniffed hard, and then wiped the tears from her face.

"Brother Yang Hao suffered a car accident two years ago and was rescued for a long time, but he still hasn't been rescued. Before he died, he kept muttering strange things, but we couldn't understand them. Later, I accidentally remembered what Yang Hao's brother said, and after watching a Korean TV series, I realized that he spoke Korean. But he wasn't very sober at that time, so I didn't hear what he said very clearly. ”

She said sadly, but Park Jung-hyuk was already shocked.

From Song Xinyue's words, he received important information.

The first is his predecessor, Yang Hao has passed away.

The second is that this Yang Hao understands Korean.

Especially the latter point, it is enough to illustrate a problem, that is, this Yang Hao experienced what he experienced in his previous life and was possessed by the crossing.

The biggest possibility, the soul attached to this Yang Hao, should be the real Park Jung-hyuk.

While he was digesting here, Song Xinyue asked curiously, "Sir, are you Korean?" Are you Mr. Park Jung-hyuk? ”

Park Jung-hyuk lost his mind again and asked unexpectedly, "Do you know me?" ”

Song Xinyue's mood was much better than just now.

"Well, when Brother Yang Hao was still sober, he told me that when I grew up in the future, I would go to South Korea to find you. He left a copy of it and kept it with his mother. He said, "If you don't find it, let me send it over; If you find it, I'll give it to you. If you read it, you'll understand it all. ”

Hearing that Yang Hao left something for himself, Park Jung-hyuk was eager.

"Then let's go to Dean Song now."

"Okay, you come with me."

Song Xinyue led the way in front and walked into the welfare home with Park Jung-hyuk.

Park Jung-hyuk walked very slowly, observing the places where he once lived and grew up. But the more he looked, the more he found a lot of differences.

"Hey, it's different from what Yang Hao said. He said it was bare, how did it become a basketball court now? ”

Park Jung-hyuk's eyes were drawn to a new basketball court on the side of the road, which he remembers as a depression. When it rains, it turns into a pond.

Later, in order to make it easier to walk, he also took his younger brothers to pick up bricks, and then paved the place with mud.

Looking at the beautiful and clean basketball court, and the children laughing and running crazy on it, I can't imagine when the welfare home became so good?

Speaking of this, Song Xinyue was even more radiant.

"This is also the credit of Brother Yang Hao. I think it was '06, and I don't know how his luck was so good. I bought a lottery ticket for the World Cup in Germany, and I won it all. That's a lot of money, much more than the donations we received from the orphanage combined. At that time, this incident was in the news, and it was said that it was a miracle that could not be replicated. But Brother Yang Hao didn't keep a penny, and handed it all over to his mother. Because of the money, life in the welfare home is much better. It's a pity ......"

Later, tears appeared on her face again.

"It's a pity that Brother Yang Hao is gone, otherwise we must be the happiest people."

Park Jung-hyuk stood stunned and muttered for a long time, but only turned into two lines of tears.

Now he can make it clear that this Yang Hao must be possessed by Park Jung-hyuk. Otherwise, how can you guess all the games of a World Cup correctly.

Even in China, where the prize money is not high, it is impossible to guess the score of every game correctly, from the group stage to the final final.

Only people who are born again, or who love football, will remember it so clearly.

After Park Jung-hyuk inherited this body, he also liked to play football very much, and he was also the main player of the Goryeo Dahe MBC team.

With this foundation, it is possible to rely on a large fortune during the World Cup competition.

Anyway, if he had to guess the World Cup score in '06, it would have been impossible.

In addition to remembering Zidane's header in the final against France in Italy, there was only Huang Jianxiang's "Long Live Italy".

However, when he learned that Yang Hao did not keep the money for himself, but took it out to improve the situation of the welfare home, Park Jung-hyuk's heart suddenly warmed.

"Good boy, well done! Such a person is worthy of me to come to see you! ”

He stood there alone and muttered to himself, but Song Xinyue stuck out his tongue.

"Mr. Park Jung-hyuk, we've arrived."

Park Jung-hyuk came back to his senses and saw her pointing to a small building not far away.

"Well, that's where Mom and we live. We are all older children and can't live with children. So my mother took the money and built a small apartment here. I'll take you inside. ”

Park Jung-hyuk hurriedly retracted and carefully tidied up his clothes and appearance, for fear that there would be something unsatisfactory.

I want to see my lovely and respectable mother again, just like a child who has returned from a long trip, no matter how hard and tired he is, he must dress himself up beautifully, so as not to worry his mother.

Rubbing his cheeks, Park Jung-hyuk barely managed to squeeze out a smile.

"Let's go inside." (To be continued.) )