It rained yesterday, and the wind blowing in through the window early in the morning brought a little coolness.

In the elegantly decorated dining room, the maid gently replaced the table flowers in the bottle.

An Ran pinched his fork, crossed his legs, and looked absentmindedly at the salad on the plate.

"Did you hear what I just said?" Mrs. An originally looked unhappy because her daughter had lost her temper in the past few days and didn't want to participate in the piano competition, but when she saw this scene, she directly aggravated her tone, "An Ran, pay attention to your demeanor!" ”

An Jing, who was eating breakfast seriously, looked up at An Ran opposite, and saw that she was pale and inexplicable, so he poured a cup of warm hands and put it in front of her, "Baby, what are you thinking?" ”

The eighteen-year-old boy cared about people, his voice was clear and gentle, but An Ran couldn't help but tremble when he heard it, "An Jing...... You're dead too? ”

What did the young lady say?

There was an instant silence in the restaurant.

"An Ran, why are you so vicious, curse your brother early in the morning!" Mrs. An gave An Ran a backhand slap, obviously angry.

The maid who was changing flowers was frightened, and one didn't pay attention, and the vase in his hand was rolled off the corner table by a few overly long flower branches.

"Smack-" fell to the ground and shattered.

An Ran has been more afraid of pain than ordinary people since she was a child, and her adoptive mother's slap used all her strength, and her face quickly became red and swollen, and her snow-white skin looked particularly terrifying.

An Jing looked at it from the side, and he was also startled.

He quickly stood between his sister and his mother, "Mom, the baby may have just woken up and is not clear before talking nonsense, don't be angry." ”

"I didn't mean to, I can curse you?!"

Mrs. An gave An Ran a slap and was still angry, and at this moment she was smashing the tableware in front of her with a crackling sound.

Mom is the ancestor of the family, the queen who is said to be the same, except for grandma, no one has anything to do with her.

An Jing knew that she had always only talked about her own reasoning, and she couldn't listen to anything from others, let alone be angry now.

He had no choice but to reflexively slap his sister on the back of the head who was sitting motionless on the chair, "Look at your mother's anger, apologize to her quickly." ”

After patting An Ran's head, he turned to Mrs. An again and said, "Mom, are you still angry?" I'll help you hit her together. ”

Only then did Mrs. Ann stop throwing the dishes.

She glared at An Ran angrily, "Still not moving, are your feet sticky?" ”

An Jing's intervention gave An Ran time to clear his thoughts.

She looked up at the tall young man in front of her, and only remembered that her memory was still stuck on the day she died, which was the height of summer.

The pond less than 50 meters away from the old house in Jiangbei is in full bloom, adding a bit of gentle color to this simple village.

Her parents, mothers, and brothers, who she had only recognized ten years ago, were dressed in white, kneeling beside her corpse, crying breathlessly, and the crumpled clothes of the three were soaked with rolling sweat.

Her corpse was covered with a layer of white linen cloth as new as snow, and was placed smoothly on the concrete floor of the old mansion hall.

The white ceiling fan above her head was rattling and fanning the wind, and in front of her were seven cups of water and three incense sticks, and the yellow mounted paper in the silver-black stainless steel plate was burning vigorously, one after another, and the fire had not been small since she completely closed her eyes.

The hall became a mourning hall.

She was reduced to a Piao, sitting on the beam of the roof of the old mansion, looking at everything around her in surprise and quiet.

And then there was all this in front of me—

"Baby." An Jing coaxed Mrs. An for a long time, and without waiting for her sister to come over to apologize to her mother, she turned to look at her, but saw the girl's tearful face.

"What's wrong, does it hurt? Crying like this. He hurriedly took out a tissue from the napkin box next to him to wipe his sister's tears, but found that the tears on his sister's face couldn't be wiped as if the embankment had burst, "Don't cry, good." ”

Mrs. An was almost coaxed by her son, but when she saw her adopted daughter crying like this, she exploded again, "What are you crying about?" Have I allowed you to cry? If you say something like that, it's light to slap you, and it will give me back my grievances. ”

"An Jing?" The touch of the tissue on his face was too real, and An Ran couldn't help but want to reach out and touch him to see if he was real or fake.

With this touch, he touched a hand with distinct bones, and his palm was hot.

The boy's hands were always warm, as if there was a fire burning in his body that would not be extinguished.

Looking at An Jing, who was thin and still a handsome young man in front of her, An Ran's hand trembled slightly, she felt that all this was so unreal at the moment.

"Are you real?" She looked up at An Jing and muttered.

"Am I not real or fake?" An Jing picked up his other hand and touched An Ran's forehead, the tentacles were cold, "It's so cold, I don't have a fever, why can't my brother scream?" ”

Mrs. An next to her was still losing her temper, "An Jing, don't get used to her, the more you get used to it, the more it's not a thing." ”

An Ran turned his head, and his dark eyes fell on Mrs. An, obviously still crying, but his eyes fell on her like a knife.

Mrs. An looked at her for a moment, and felt a chill down her spine inexplicably, "What kind of eyes are you?!" ”

"I'm dizzy and hard right now."

"You're uncomfortable, I'm uncomfortable!"

"What do you need me to do?" An Ran looked at her with a faint look and asked.

"I need you...... Mrs. An choked, "I need you to get better quickly, don't go to the airport temporarily, and this is also a problem, that is also a problem." ”

Reawakening consciousness, An Ran was still not very clear about the situation in front of him, so he had to nod, "Okay, then I'll go upstairs and rest now." ”

She guessed that she was reborn through An Jing and Mrs. An, who were obviously more than ten years younger in front of her, but she didn't know what day she was reborn, and she wanted to hurry back to her room to see if she could find some clues.

Cell phone!

By the way, if you can find your phone, you'll know what time it is.

She propped up the table and staggered to the upstairs.

Seeing that An Ran couldn't stand steadily, An Jing immediately held her shoulder, "I'll help you upstairs." ”

"No, you don't." An Ran lowered his head and stretched out his hand to push An Jing away, "I'll just go up by myself." ”

Looking at the slender back of her sister who didn't turn her head back and left, An Jing's heart jumped for no reason.

He couldn't help but think back to the way his sister stared at him just now, and always felt that there were many things in her eyes that he couldn't understand.

An Ran, who returned to the room, locked the door for the first time, and then stood by the door and carefully looked at the bedroom in front of him, the walls of the room were pasted with dark silver pattern wallpaper, a handmade crystal lamp hung on the ceiling, a white log wardrobe, a white iron frame bed, a log-colored desk, and a silver-gray functional chair in front of the desk.

She remembers this bedroom, and in her third year of junior high school, she and her adoptive parents and brother moved out of An's old house and moved into the new villa she is now in.

Then, she walked over to her desk and picked up a book on the table, which was a freshman English textbook, and it was still very new.

She opened the book cover and soon saw her signature on it, "Freshman class, Enron".

She was reborn twelve years ago, when she was sixteen years old.

Tears trickled down her eyes and dripped onto the book, instantly imprinting a squishy streak.

After quietly looking through it for a while, she put down the book and went to look through the other things on the desk, but she couldn't find her phone.

She clearly remembers that when she was a freshman in high school, she had a mobile phone, the latest model from Motorola in 05, she doesn't remember the specific style now, but she still remembers the general appearance, a color screen mobile phone with a flip cover.

Thinking of some of her habits, she turned around and walked to the bed, lifted the quilt and pillow, and found that the mobile phone was indeed hidden under the pillow, but there was a photo with the mobile phone.

Seeing this photo, An Ran almost didn't think much about it, so he went to find scissors to cut the photo into pieces, but he didn't find the scissors after looking for a while in the room, so he had to pick up the utility knife in the drawer and scratch the photo beyond recognition, and then threw it into the trash can next to him.

"Miss, clean up." There was a maid knocking at the door.

"Come in."

An Ran stood in front of the desk, with his back to the direction of the maid's door, his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse, "Just take the trash can and throw it away, you don't have to worry about the rest." ”

"I'll tidy up the bathroom and bed for you." The maid said, looking at the messy beds in the room.

An Ran coughed lightly, "No need, I'm uncomfortable and want to lie down for a while, I don't want to be disturbed." ”

"Okay." The servant obediently picked up the trash can next to the desk and walked out.

As soon as she went out, An Ran collapsed on the bed as if she had exhausted her strength.

Outside the window, it was crackling and raining, and with the sound of rain, she quietly looked at the ceiling above her head, thinking about the situation she was facing now, and hot tears flowed down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes.

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