Chapter 3: Eighteen Years of Rebirth (1)

At this moment, the steel frame on one side suddenly fell upside down and smashed into Jin Juefeng in the air......

"Ahh Don't go over! ”

In Xu Wanwan's ears, a girl's frightened cry sounded, which was the last voice she had heard in her life.

Red light.

The traffic was endless, but Xu Wanwan walked to the middle of the road in a distraction, and a speeding vehicle avoided it and crashed into her body......

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Well, the curtains were opened a little rudely, making a sharp sound, and the dazzling sunlight hit Xu Wanwan's face at once, she instinctively covered her eyes with her hands, and muttered in a low voice: "Mom, I still want to sleep for a while." ”

"Sleep on, the sun is up to your buttocks, and your dad is still waiting for you to go to the street with him to buy marinated products. Hurry up and get up, the noodles you have ordered are all mushy. Get up. Wu Peiping's voice was like a machine gun, and he fired a lot.

Xu Wanwan was rudely lifted and dragged up by her.

"Mom." Xu Wanwan still closed her eyes, tired, "What's wrong with you, my father just died, where will he wait for me to go with him to buy marinated products......"

Syllable!

Before the words were finished, Xu Wanwan's head was patted lightly.

"What nonsense, sleep confused, stinky girl, your father is still alive, curse him early in the morning, I really hurt you in vain!" Wu Peiping drank lightly.

Xu Wanwan: "......"

A feeling of discomfort suddenly swelled in my heart, my father was cremated, and my mother couldn't accept the fact that he was leaving...... No, why is Mom's voice so young all of a sudden?

Xu Wanwan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Wu Peiping, who was stacking sheets on the side.

The sun was shining on the side of her face, and there were shallow crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, but her skin was still firm. His hair was still blue, and he was haphazardly twisted into a knot, and he was tied tightly with tendons that were wrapped in wool.

This is clearly Wu Peiping twenty years ago, when she was only forty years old.

"Look, I haven't seen your mother." Wu Peiping glanced at Xu Wanwan, patted the folded quilt and urged her, "Hurry up and get out of bed and eat noodles, I'll be in my third year of high school soon, and I'm still so lazy." ”

Coming to a junior year of high school?

Xu Wanwan was stunned and looked around the room. Old desks, old bookshelves, yellowed walls with posters of stars, green floral curtains swaying in the morning breeze, and a few stickers on the glass windows, are her favorite stars.

This is her room from twenty years ago.

Xu Wanwan slipped her throat hard, she suddenly jumped out of bed, rushed to the wardrobe and opened the cabinet door, there was a dressing mirror hanging behind the cabinet door, and she saw herself in the mirror.

Wearing a floral nightdress, with long messy hair, a pair of big black and bright eyes, clear and simple, full of aura, like the brightest mountain spring, it is difficult to hide the vitality and sunshine of youth.

Eighteen-year-old self, like a flower, everyone loves.

Xu Wanwan hesitantly held her face, tears suddenly burst out of her eyes, but the next second, she laughed again.

Wu Peiping was startled, she pulled Xu Wanwan's arm and looked at her anxiously: "Girl, what's wrong with you, crying and laughing early in the morning, don't scare your mother......"

"Mom, I'm fine." Xu Wanwan threw herself into Wu Peiping's arms all of a sudden, hugged her tightly and let go, "Mom, how many are today?" “

"7, July 28." Wu Peiping muttered.

"What year?"

"'98."

"Mom, I'm going out for a while."