Life is bitter, death is bitter, love and parting will be bitter, resentment will be bitter, and there will be no suffering, the Buddha has eight sufferings, Nie Yan accounts for a full five, his life is basically a history of suffering, fortunately it is a short story, because he only lived twenty-eight years old.

His life may have ended there, but fate took a turning point at that moment.

Nie Yan turned over, there was a wet feeling from his back, his clothes were sticky to his body, very uncomfortable, he vaguely remembered that he was hit in the back of the heart by a bullet and fell to the ground, bleeding all over the ground.

Isn't it just death, Nie Yan is also calm, just dying quietly like this is not a relief.

He lay in ambush at the door of Cao Xu's villa for five whole days, and finally waited for Cao Xu to appear, pulled the trigger at the moment when Cao Xu couldn't get into the car, and sent a bullet into Cao Xu's head with a sniper rifle.

Cao Xu's eyes were full of confusion, and finally gradually drifted away and lost focus.

The process of the bullet headshot replayed in Nie Yan's mind, which made him extremely happy in his heart, it was the catharsis of hatred.

Cao Xu has a lifetime of glory, but he died in the hands of Nie Yan, a little person, and it is estimated that he is not very willing to be a ghost. In the face of death, everyone is the same, even if he has the wealth of the country, he can't save his life.

If you do too much evil, it will be difficult to escape the reincarnation of retribution.

At the moment when Cao Xu's head blossomed, Nie Yan found that his outlook on life had undergone a complete transformation, and everything turned out to be just a bullet. Tomorrow's morning paper, his photo may make headlines. It will be written that the richest man Cao Xu was killed, and then a big close-up of the bandit will be pasted for the world to admire.

After Nie Yan shot Cao Xu, Cao Xu's personal bodyguard found him, tracked him down and hit him in the back of the heart.

There was a tingling pain in Nie Yan's back, it turned out that this was the feeling of being pierced by a bullet, his heart gradually became numb, and he could feel that the life force was rapidly flowing from his body.

Is he going to die, but he laughed, laughing at the fact that life is short, laughing at his own life, and only when he died did he wake up.

So tears flowed down her face.

The deep hatred of his parents is over, and the scenes that happened before appear in his mind like a movie, Nie Yan's only concern in this world is her smile that is not stained with a trace of dirt.

She is Nie Yan's high school classmate, and now she is married to a wife, but her beautiful face, as before engraved in Nie Yan's heart, as time goes by, becomes more and more unforgettable, I wonder what kind of reaction she will have when she sees the news that Nie Yan and Cao Xu have died together, is it a sigh, or sad tears?

The dusty memories were like a flood that burst the embankment, floating in his mind, and he regretted that there were some things, but it was too late to understand. In this life, he has too many regrets and too many unfulfilled wishes.

Nie Yan stretched out his hand to grab something, but found that everything was gradually moving away, his life had come to an end, and there would be eternal darkness ahead.

Remorse and frustration were like a sharp knife, constantly cutting open on his heart, and his heart ached so much that he couldn't help himself.

What did I do wrong in my last life to be punished and tortured so by God!

Nie Yan was angry and unwilling, he screamed in his heart, tears rolling down.

Slowly, I don't know how long it took, Nie Yan's mind slowly calmed down.

His mind is still active, his head can still think, is this death, maybe this is my soul.

For a long time, Nie Yan's fingers had a hint of touch, and it was so real, why did it take so long, I still have consciousness, he sat up, looked around, and was at a loss.

Is it hell?

Nie Yan's godless eyes slowly regained focus, and when he looked around, some old items came into view, wooden beds, chairs, and somewhat broken floors.

Where is this? Am I not dead?

Suddenly like a dream, there was an unreal feeling, he touched the back of his heart, his hands were full of viscous liquid, and he took a look at the front, and there was no blood in the palm, but sweat. The clothes on the back are soaked with sweat, so it will feel wet.

What's going on?

Didn't I shed a lot of blood, he vaguely remembered the blood, as scarlet as red wine, the color of withering life.

Nie Yan pinched himself, and felt pain, this was not a dream, could it be that the things that assassinated Cao Xu before were a dream?

Why is it so real?

Just like the ancients Zhuang Zhou muttered when he woke up from a dream, did I dream of Zhuang Zhou of butterflies, or did I dream of Zhuang Zhou's butterflies?

Which is real and which is dream?

He looked around suspiciously, he had too much to understand.

The dim lighting, some dilapidated wooden beds, desks, chairs, and Dad's so-called antique wall clock on the wall were making a ticking sound, and Nie Yan remembered that none of its time was accurate.

Memories are like an old photo album, slowly opened.

The environment here is so familiar, isn't this the house he would live in in high school?

The sunlight shone through the holes in the curtains, and the pain of the pupils being violently dilated by the light gave him a harsh sense of reality.

I'm still alive, Nie Yan spread his right hand in front of him, and his slightly immature hands were a sickly pale.

"What's wrong with me? Am I the person I was ten years ago, or am I the one ten years from now? Nie Yan scratched his hair, extremely distressed.

He sorted out his thoughts, and some fragments of his memory gradually became clear.

This was the year he was eighteen years old, the summer vacation of his sophomore year of high school, his parents were not at home, he had a fever of 40 degrees, almost died, and he was lucky to pick up a life.

During that time, his parents left him some money, and then said goodbye, he didn't come back for two or three months, and his mobile phone couldn't get through, as if it had disappeared, at that time he thought that his parents didn't want him, frightened, frightened, scared, all kinds of emotions accompanied him, plus he had a high fever, and his psychology left a deep shadow, and he became cowardly and timid, and this surname did not change until he was twenty-five years old.

Later, when he grew up, he learned that his parents did not want him anymore, but borrowed money from relatives and friends, and did some smuggling business on the border, at that time, the country was in urgent need of a metal called polonium, which is an important strategic material. Nie Yan's parents didn't know where to find a way, collected this kind of thing, smuggled it back to China, and was purchased by the state at a price hundreds of times higher, so they made a huge amount of money.

During that time, the situation was very tense, Nie Yan's parents could not talk to Nie Yan on the phone, and that incident was a military secret, if it was leaked, it would lead to death, and the misunderstanding between Nie Yan and his parents was buried like this, and it was not until many years later, when the matter passed, that his father told him the truth, and Nie Yan forgave them.

It was in that year that his father used the first pot of gold he earned to open a metal smelting company, and made several large orders, and his career progressed by leaps and bounds, solving the family's predicament, and Nie Yan was transferred to the aristocratic school in the city.

Am I really back in time?

Can everything really start over?

Surprise and apprehension are intertwined, Nie Yan can't describe the mood at this time, his heart is suffering from gains and losses, he is worried that everything now is just a dream.

Nie Yan got up from the bed and opened the curtains, the blazing sunlight released the temperature like a flame, and this burning feeling really told him that he was not dreaming now.

As soon as he lowered his head, there were still his textbooks on the desk by the windowsill, such as mechanical theory, automation theory, language, advanced mathematics, intelligent programming language, and so on.

Nie Yan opened the book, these familiar words flowed like a clear spring, accompanied by the memories of the past, refreshing people's hearts, these textbooks are his lost youth. In the third year of high school, he transferred to the aristocratic school in the city, his father's career was successful, and the material conditions were extremely abundant, so that he became a rich second generation of rich, and he sprouted a lazy psychology, and his grades were not very good after the third year of high school, and then his father spent money to let him enter a prestigious university, but until he graduated from college, he did not learn anything, and he had nothing to do all day.

At the age of twenty-five, his father's career was surrounded and suppressed by Cao Xu's Century Consortium, several relatives and friends trusted by his father were bought by Cao Xu and betrayed him, the company suffered setbacks one after another, the family fell into trouble again, his father committed suicide by taking poison, and his mother became ill and died of depression. After the loss of his parents, Nie Yan learned to be motivated and taught himself a lot of courses, but at that time he had missed a lot of things.

Nie Yan was once full of longing and ready to fight for a piece of the world, but how could Cao Xu let the enemy's son make a comeback? Under Cao Xu's interference, no company dared to ask Nie Yan and forced Nie Yan to a situation where there was no way out, if it weren't for Nie Yan playing virtual online games, he still had a little income, and he wouldn't even be able to eat.

There is no hope of defeating Cao Xu in a dignified manner, the rabbit will bite when he is in a hurry, and the desperate Nie Yan finally chose to die with Cao Xu. The gunshot sounded and vented Nie Yan's resentment.

Heaven is clear, Cao Xu shouldn't have expected that he would have such an ending.

Nie Yan thought he was dead, but he didn't expect that time played a joke with Nie Yan, and he returned to the summer vacation of his sophomore year of high school.

Although he couldn't contact his parents, Nie Yan could be sure that they were still alive, and every time he thought of this, he burst into tears.

In his previous life, he wanted to raise but didn't wait for his relatives, and the sorrow in Nie Yan's heart was not something that others could understand.

God gave him another chance, and he would never be in a mess again.

His father and mother would not return for more than 20 days, and he was left alone at home during the summer vacation.

"In the second half of the second semester of high school, that year, I remember that it wasn't long before the virtual online game Faith was launched." Nie Yan clearly remembers that in the year when faith was opened, countless consortia entered the hot scene of faith, and it was precisely because of the injection of huge funds from these consortia that faith was developed on a large scale, making faith truly deservedly become the second world of mankind.

He later went to an aristocratic school, and after more than a semester, he was introduced by a dead friend before he entered the faith, but at that time, many people were very high-leveled, and he missed the best time to level up, so he could only desperately catch up in the back.

The pages of his memory have been recolored and colorful, and those times in the game are the most unforgettable in his life, he has met a lot of friends, and he is lonely, and it is because of them that he will not seem too boring.

Before shooting Cao Xu, Nie Yan was a great thief of more than one hundred and eighty levels, although he was not the top, he was barely among the masters.

Nie Yan suddenly remembered that he still had a bank card in his drawer, which was all his deposits.

"I have money to buy a helmet." Nie Yan thought to himself, opened the drawer and rummaged through it, and finally found the silver-white bank card from the corner, if the memory is correct, there are two thousand credits stored in it, and one credit point is one dollar. It was a few years of thrift that he had saved, and he wanted to buy a state-of-the-art X3 computer, but within a few years, before he could save enough money, the X3 computer became obsolete. Of course, after his father's career was successful, his pocket money was more than that. Because his father wanted to compensate Nie Yan, he almost responded to Nie Yan's requests, and he could basically buy whatever he wanted.

Eighteen-year-old Nie Yan has a twenty-eight-year-old soul, everything starts all over again, and life has opened a new chapter since then. He can't do anything without enough capital, so let's start in the game, with his previous experience playing games, it's still very simple to make some money as a professional gamer.

He remembered that when the Faith Game Helmet was first released, in order to popularize, the price was very cheap, there were three models of A, B, and C, each model had a different configuration, and the degree of virtuality ranged from 76%-98%, and the cheapest Type C was enough for only 1,300 credits. With Nie Yan's current deposit, it is enough to buy the lowest model of helmet.

He clearly remembers many things in the game, and if he starts again, it will not be difficult to break into some fame.

Putting the bank card in his pocket, Nie Yan's eyes fell on the textbook of advanced mathematics next to him, as if he would be a god, picked up the textbook, shook it, and a new hundred-yuan banknote fell, and some things in his memory came to mind again.

suddenly remembered that the first time he and Xie Yao met was today, and the reason was that he went out to the pharmacy to buy medicine with the 100 yuan.

Xie Yao was his tablemate in his third year of high school, and he was also the class flower of their class. Ten years later, Xie Yao fell in love with Liu Rui, a recognized talent in their class, and the two moved to the moon. Later, he talked to Xie Yao on the phone a few times, and Nie Yan knew that Xie Yao was not happy at all. When talking about high school, they are all embarrassed.

If he had been brave at the beginning and had not been so cowardly and inferior in front of Xie Yao, maybe he would not have missed it.

Sometimes, when you turn around, it becomes a lifetime and becomes an irreparable regret.

Xie Yao liked to wear a white dress at that time, beautiful and pure, her appearance has always been deeply engraved in Nie Yan's heart, that kind of melancholy longing, just like the sound of the flute at dusk, distant and quiet.

Nie Yan glanced at the dilapidated table clock, which was placed at three o'clock, and it should be too late. He picked up the note and ran downstairs.

They lived in the suburbs, very depressed, the dilapidated roads were not open, and when the wind blew, they would kick up a lot of dust, but there were many trees planted on both sides, which were still flourishing in the blazing sun, casting a green shade on the ground.

It was hot in the afternoon, there were no pedestrians, and there were few cars, except for the occasional hovercar or two.

In his previous life, Nie Yan hated this city very much, but when he came back and saw this deserted place again, Nie Yan not only felt disgusted, on the contrary, it was so kind, this was the place where he had lived for eighteen years.

Nie Yan's cowardly surname before the age of twenty-five is not unrelated to the living environment after that. The wild boy in a small city, because the family suddenly had money, transferred to the aristocratic school in the city, originally in the first and second years of high school, he could only count down when he got there, and he was often ridiculed for not having a taste for dressing, plus what happened during the summer vacation, he was insecure, leaving a psychological shadow, and when he arrived in the new environment, he was even more timid and inferior, and he seemed out of place everywhere, if he didn't know a few dead friends, he might have a nervous breakdown.

Unexpectedly, after a lifetime, he actually returned to the original point, and Nie Yan would never be like in his previous life again.

He ran all the way to the pharmacy.

With the acceleration of urbanization, people in these small cities are crowded into large cities, and there is a large area of urban famine in small cities, and the population is getting smaller and smaller, and in more than a hundred years, this place will be demolished and turned into fields again.

"There's a school over there, and there's a supermarket over there." Nie Yan knew the way, and when he saw these familiar buildings, his mood gradually brightened up a lot, I came back, I really came back!

In the past, he always resented the injustice of fate, but now, he has to be grateful to God.

I'm going to do it all over again! Well done! Nie Yan couldn't help but want to shout and vent his excitement in his heart.