"Boss, go quickly, don't look back."

"Xiaojing, if your mother is going to die, you have to live well."

"Mom, let's go!"

There is a lingering nightmare in my ears.

Snowy wilderness. A dilapidated and airy cabin collapsed in an instant, unable to withstand the ravages of the blizzard.

Jing He crawled out of the rubble in embarrassment, dragging her long-broken leg to find the next shelter.

The wind and snow mercilessly scratched her face whose blood was about to be frozen, and Jing He's trembling body was tightly wrapped in tattered and thin clothes.

She opened her mouth to breathe violently, and opened her mouth sharply so that the wound on her mouth that had already scabbed open again, and the blood that flowed out was frozen in the next second.

It's been almost a month since she was sent here, and as the weather and temperature change so suddenly that she can no longer find food, she has not been able to get a drop of water for three days.

Jing He saw a deserted temple in front of her in a daze, she forced her last breath and stumbled to the door of the temple, and just about to walk forward, she tripped over something on the ground.

Jing He fell too hard, half of her face fell out of some blood, she no longer felt the pain, and when she tried to get up, she saw a black steamed bun on the ground.

At that moment, she seemed to see hope, which was the hope of life.

She grabbed the dirty black steamed buns on the ground like a wolf and tiger, and desperately stuffed them into her mouth.

"Uh..... uh."

The steamed buns that were frozen into ice were stuck in Jing He's throat, blocking all breathing.

Her pale face gradually turned from red to purple, and gradually she lost her breath.

In the wilderness ravaged by the cold wind, the trembling body of the girl in front of the dilapidated deserted temple gradually stopped trembling.

Jing He's consciousness was confused, and she felt a pair of cold hands pick her up, and she fell into a generous and familiar embrace, the man's breath made her feel at ease, and there was the sound of a wheelchair pushing in her ears, and she didn't have time to think about who it was that began to dissipate her consciousness.

In 1990, Jing He choked to death with steamed buns.

Suddenly, a strong force attracted her, as if to pull her out of her body, the unbearable pain made Jing He miserable, and the memories of death suddenly came to her.

Those who loved her and those she loved left her one by one, and she didn't even know the reason for all this.

If she could do it all over again, she would make those who hurt her pay.

If you could do it all over again......

If......

"Do you want to do it all over again?" A long, ethereal voice rang out.

"Yes, of course I do!"

When the last snowflakes of Xijiang fell on her forehead, she felt her body regain strength.

"Mom?"

A familiar and reassuring little milk sound sounded in my ears.

Jing He opened his sore eyes in a daze, and his thoughts returned from the wilderness to reality.

Jingbao?

Jing He looked hard at her son, the son who had long since passed away.

Could it be that her son came to pick her up?

"Jing Bao?" Jing He opened her mouth slightly, and her hoarse voice couldn't help but startle herself.

Jing Bao's cute eyes were full of worry, he took small steps to lie down in front of Jing He's bed, rubbed Jing He's forehead with his small forehead, and then said seriously: "It can be regarded as a fever." ”

This touch, this breath..... Doesn't it mean that people don't breathe anymore after they die?

Jing He suspiciously probed Jing Bao's pulse.

How can this sonorous and powerful beating be a soul?!

Her brain suddenly buzzed and she sat up sharply, looking at everything in the room in disbelief.

The room was small, with only a wooden bed, and the walls were covered with colorful paper.

The wooden door was half-closed, and the window paper had broken a few holes.

This is where they settled down at the foot of Dragon Vein Mountain ten years ago!

"Do you want to do it all over again?" The ethereal sound came to her ears again.

This.... Is everything true? She, she's really reborn?!

Jing He suddenly grabbed Jing Bao's hand, took Jing Bao into his arms and kneaded it vigorously, and pinched Jing Bao's immature cheeks a little uncontrollably.

"Mom, it hurts!" Jing Bao resisted in Jing He's arms and muttered dissatisfiedly.

Jing He hugged Jing Bao tightly, and her excitement occupied her whole body.

At this moment, the joy is indescribable.

She! She's reborn!

It's God who can't look past what happened to her, sympathize with her, and let her live again!

"Mom.... I'm going to be out of breath...."Jing Bao struggled to bite the words and struggled in Jing He's arms.

Jing He immediately let go of Jing Bao and laughed embarrassedly: "Are you okay?" ”

Jing Bao's slightly red cheeks gradually faded, and he shook his head and laughed: "Mom is fine, I'm fine." ”

"You suddenly had a fever last night, and my grandmother and I were worried about dying." Jing Bao sat in Jing He's arms, grabbed her hand, and spoke in a milky voice.

Jing He coughed lightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mom wants to drink water." ”

"I'll get it." Jing Bao spoke actively, immediately jumped off the bed, opened the door on tiptoe, and looked back at Jing He before going out, "I'll be back soon, mom will wait for me for a while." ”

Jing He smiled softly and nodded at Jing Bao.

As soon as Jing Bao closed the door, the expression on Jing He's face became deep.

Run a fever?

It turned out to be this day! ’

Jing He thought about time and began to see what had happened.

Five years ago, she fell off a cliff to protect her son and suffered from brain amnesia. A year ago, I regained some memories before I came back from abroad to find my family together.

She stumbled into a job in Mingcheng half a month ago, and she was a martial arts stand-in for a movie actor.

In her previous life, she remembered a lot one after another, but the only thing she couldn't remember was Jingbao's father.

"Hmph, which dog man is not responsible, he wants to let the old lady find it and slaughter it directly!"

Jing He muttered angrily.

"Mom." Outside the door, Jing Bao's immature voice came.

Jing He instantly put all the troubles behind him, and said with a smile: "Come in." ”

Jing Bao held an enamel white cup with large red and yellow flowers on the cup, cautiously walked into the room and handed it to Jing He.

Jing He looked at Jing Bao wearing blue and white striped short sleeves and a fleshy little face, his heart was about to soften, and he took the cup with satisfaction and drank it without a drop: "Baby, where are your grandmother and Uncle Jie?" ”

"Uncle Jie is farming, and grandma went to the river to wash clothes." Jing Bao said softly.

Jing He nodded, got up, lifted the big red quilt, turned to Jing Bao and said, "You go to your Uncle Jie first, and Mom will come over later." ”

Jing Bao nodded, and walked out of the room with cute and cute steps, and the originally worried look when he just left the room instantly became low and terrifying, exuding a temperament that was not what a child of his age should have.

Jing He casually took out a small white floral shirt from the wooden box and put on black leggings.