In the early morning, when the first rays of sunlight warmly shone into the window, the rain was still sleeping. On the dining table next to it, the snack packaging bag is mixed with the drink bottle, which looks out of place in the sun.

If nothing happens, then today will be another leisurely day for her.

On the expensive mahogany floor, the alarm clock had already been torn apart, and that was a few days ago. It's not that it keeps making noise all day, it's that Shioyu doesn't know how to stop it. In this new environment, she felt very unfamiliar with everything.

The world, to her, used to be so well understood, but now she feels unfamiliar. God had nothing else to tell her but to arrange her place on earth.

Yes, yes, although it is a luxurious place, there is not even an alarm clock to use.

The sleepy look of the girl on the bed is very cute, and after a long time, Xiyu slowly opens her hazy sleepy eyes. She got up and looked out the window.

The hour is already twilight. She turned her head and couldn't help but frown slightly.

I've eaten up that kind of thing called a snack. She didn't know what to do with the things here, anyway, there were no more things that could directly fill her stomach.

The angels of the heavenly realm would never have thought that Xiyu, who was once an angel of the deceased, would now be reduced to such a state.

In order to descend to earth, she did not hesitate to say goodbye to her companions, and did not hesitate to give up the comfort of the heavenly realm, just because of the news of it. For thousands of years, when there is nothing to do, the tide and rain are quietly waiting for it. In the heavenly realm, the only thing that accompanies her life is the wisps of clear voice and soft white hair. She dances with her hair and plays the sound of the piano, playing a divine comedy like a heavenly sound. Almost everything in the heart and eyes is almost all about it———— a soul that has not been reincarnated for a thousand years.

On the windowsill, an ancient book glows slightly in the morning light, as if trying to convey some kind of message. Seeing this, Xiyu hurriedly waved his jade hand to open it, only to see a snow-white page, vaguely recording part of the news of that soul. The pages of the book seem to be very unstable, and they are constantly looming.

"Mo Yan, male, cause of death: suffocation. "In this book, the news about other souls is recorded in great detail, but the information about this soul is very little, but it is enough for Shioyu, and I saw a smile suddenly flash on her face, which had not been smiling for many years, and she finally had news of him.

Looking back in time, she had already understood what she couldn't understand before. But the loneliness and chaos in the heart gradually dissipated with its news, flying up and falling.

Yes, after a thousand years, this soul has already gone through many reincarnations, and those memories of the past, as long as she still remembers.

But no matter how far away, she swore that she would find him.

However, it is better to fill your stomach for now.

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In December winter, there is no snow in the south.

The hot water bottle under his feet had become cold, and his hands began to tremble involuntarily, but the harsh conditions could not stop the boy from writing. The computer was as sluggish as a dying old man, and the room, with one room and one bathroom, a small bed and a second-hand computer, was enough to show his current embarrassing situation.

"Well, let's get here today. As the last sentence hit the paperwork, the boy fell to the bed relieved.

If nothing happened, how much he wanted to sleep until death, the pressure of life and the death of his parents once left him confused. But he still laughs at life after being confused. When the living expenses were not enough, he worked and studied, and he didn't care about the poor conditions of low-rent housing. Because he has his own dreams and knows how to make trade-offs.

He also heard his grandparents say that he was a hard-working child. Relatives and neighbors also think so. When he was young, it was as if an invisible doom was with him, and the people around him began to distance themselves from him as they gradually sensed it. His childhood memories are only his mother.

His father died early, and his mother struggled to support the burden of the family for him, and never thought of remarrying. Mo Yan is also very sensible, since he was a child, when he knew that no one wanted to play with him, he developed the habit of keeping a diary. Then, as he grew older, his mother found out and began to encourage him to create. He readily agreed.

I just never thought that after his mother left the house on the day he turned 16, he never came back.

His mother used to tell him that he was a man who had been blessed by angels. He also asked why. Whenever this happens, my mother would smile and say, "Silly boy, do you know? Every child is a gift from an angel to his mother, and so are you." So you are a child who has been blessed by the angels. ”

Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but squeeze out a wry smile. In his opinion, his life was not so much blessed by angels as cursed by demons...... He spent three years in loneliness and sorrow, and was admitted to the provincial university with excellent grades, but he was still alone, just like when he was young. The low-rent house next to the school, which is also this cottage, is the only place for him to rest when he is tired. No matter what he says, whether he is happy or sad, there is always a hut to spend with him.

After a long time, the boy was already asleep.

The darkness faded, and the light came again. A series of knocks on the door gradually broke the calm of the morning, waking up the sleeping boy. Mo Yan was puzzled, he rarely talked to people on weekdays, and he had no relatives in this city, could it be ...... Is it the landlord who is collecting the debt?

As if he had lost his soul, the young man hurriedly adjusted his mentality and hurriedly climbed out of bed. When he opened the door, he didn't forget to smile on his face: "Yo, what kind of wind will give you ......" He paused halfway through the sentence. In front of him, a white-haired girl was standing by the door, her ethereal eyes suddenly moistened.

A thousand years later, even after being reincarnated, he is still the same as he was a thousand years ago. Xiyu stared at this person, although she was only a door away from him, but it seemed to be the end of the world. How she wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel the familiar smell.

Xiyu forcibly suppressed the feelings in his heart and said coldly to him: "Mo Yan, age 19 years old, passed away last night. ”

Mo Yan felt that he hadn't woken up, and early in the morning, a beautiful young lady told him that he was dead? He rubbed his eyes vigorously: "Beauty, don't be kidding, I'm not alive and well!"

"This is the Realm Book of the Heavenly Realm, well, read it for yourself!" Xiyu said, took out the ancient book, and handed it to Mo Yan, who was a little puzzled.

He looked at his name and the date of his death, and felt a little incredulous.

Suddenly, a smell of gas came out of the house. Mo Yan's hands trembled, but the person became surprisingly quiet. And then, as Xiyu expected, a wave of anger instantly surrounded Mo Yan.

"I ...... I'm really a child cursed by the devil......" For some reason, he thought of his mother's words at this time, and suddenly felt very ridiculous.

"Cursed by the devil...... child," Mo Yan muttered over and over again. However, Xiyu poured a basin of cold water on him: "The curse of the devil? Don't joke, it's your own life that can't do it." ”

"Don't say it!" Mo Yan's sentence was almost roaring: "I still have dreams that have not been realized, how can I die like this?"

"Life and death are destined by heaven, in fact, there is nothing to be sad about, follow me to heaven. Xiyu looked at him like this, although he couldn't bear it. But for her, it's no surprise. After all, she has been an angel of the dead for hundreds of years, and she has long been accustomed to this situation.

"You really are...... Angel?" After a long pause, Mo Yan looked back at Xiyu: "Then may I ask, where have we met, you look familiar." ”