Star Iron: Maple of Reincarnation

"Daddy, play..." The little girl with purple eyes and black hair snuggled in Mo Feng's arms and said coquettishly, the windmill in her hand turning slowly with the breeze.

Mo Feng felt dizzy and felt like he had forgotten a lot of things. What on earth was going on? The memories in his mind told him that his name was Mu Feng, and he was just a low-level employee working 996 in a shady company. The girl nestling in his arms was his only daughter, Mu Qingwan.

Mo Feng picked up Mu Qingwan and gently stroked her little head, as if he was thinking about something.

Is this really the case? It's such a strange feeling, I always feel like I've forgotten a lot of things.

Mu Qingwan blinked her big eyes and looked at Mo Feng curiously: "What's wrong with Dad? Wan'er is very obedient and got full marks in the final exam. Dad promised me that he would spend some time with Wan'er this summer..."

It should come from fatherly love. Mo Feng sincerely wants to love this well-behaved girl who makes people feel a little distressed.

"Okay..." Mo Feng nodded and started playing paper airplanes and building blocks with Mu Qingwan. Although she was a little girl, her interests and hobbies were very similar to those of little boys. Other girls should be playing with Barbie dolls, but she preferred toys like aircraft carriers. However, the family conditions did not allow it, so she could only let Qingwan play with these as a second choice.

But Mu Qingwan never made a fuss. She knew that her family was completely supported by her father, and her mother was bedridden, so Wan'er should cause less trouble to the family.

But children are children, and their playful nature still makes them hope that their father can spend more time with them. From a certain perspective, this is also a kind of selfishness, which is understandable.

My father is really busy, so Qingwan cherishes every minute with his father.

The time for playing passed quickly, and Mo Feng took Mu Qingwan back to their home, a small house on the edge of this magical city.

Although our home is small, it has always been very warm. Although my wife is ill, she still insists on doing housework. But every time she does a little more, she has to rest in bed for a while.

Her name is Lin Yixue, and she is my childhood sweetheart whom I met in the orphanage.

Both are children abandoned by fate, and that is probably why their hearts are so close.

Mo Feng skillfully prepared dinner and brought it to his sick wife. Mu Qingwan was tired from playing and went to sleep obediently. The rest of the world belonged to him and his wife.

Looking at the somewhat familiar dinner, Mo Feng felt very strange.

This... doesn't seem to be for Lin Yixue, but if not for his wife, who should he do it for? Mo Feng couldn't figure it out. His head hurt, as if he had really forgotten something important. Was it because the plan for next week hadn't been completed yet?

"Afeng, do you still remember your ideals?" Yi Xue asked while holding up the miso soup.

"Ideals? In this cannibalistic city, I don't deserve ideals." Mo Feng said subconsciously, "Ideals should be left to the grown men."

"Actually, you could have joined the army back then. You got full marks in shooting training, and you had superiors..." Yi Xue hadn't finished her words.

"If I join the army, who will take care of you and Wan'er?" Mo Feng retorted, "Ideals are too extravagant. When I was a kid, it was a complete joke to think I was a general..."

General...why? So familiar?

Mo Feng couldn't understand...

"Sometimes it's quite contradictory. I'm obviously greedy for love with you, but... I always hope that you have never met me in this life... You obviously..."

"Don't say that. I have never regretted anything. Take care of yourself. Wan'er also hopes that you will be healthy."

Mo Feng has to go back to work overtime again, and he often stays out all night.

There is no other way. To survive here means to be exploited. For the sake of this family, he is no longer a human being, but just a naked machine.

Sitting in the crowded subway, Mo Feng headed to his workplace with an expressionless face.

My head hurts. What on earth did I forget? Why is it so painful? Why?

After a two-hour transfer, Mo Feng arrived at the office, sat at his workstation and began to mechanically type on the keyboard.

Then just numb your brain with this mechanical work and stop thinking about those trivial things. I still have to support this family, and I can get double pay for overtime, and my wife still needs the money for medicine.

"Mu Feng - your plan is wrong?"

"Mu Feng - what's wrong with you? Others work 22 hours overtime, but you can only work 18 hours. What are you going to do when you go home?"

"Mu Feng - you have no performance points this month."

This is not 996 at all, but hell. 996 is just a lie told by the black-hearted company, but Mo Feng has no education, no background, and really needs this money, so he can only join this black-hearted company.

It's true that money can make a hero fall.

Mo Feng felt that he had gradually adapted to this kind of life. Even so, if living was difficult, why bother thinking about those troublesome problems?

Make money, make money, make money!

But after a short period of selfless and numb work, Mo Feng still couldn't help but fall into confusion. Unbeknownst to him, the tranquilizing jade had been emitting a faint light.

Money... Is the purpose of earning money to support this family?

If not, then what? Mo Feng was a little confused. This sentence kept echoing in his mind.

"If you don't want to work anymore, just go home and rest. I'll support you."

Who said this?

She seems to be an important person to me. Who is she? I don't seem to be Mu Feng. But where is this place?

After returning home from the shady company, he continued to cook. He had to prepare three days' worth of food for this one meal. This was life.

Mo Feng looked at Lin Yixue's face and gradually became confused again.

"What's wrong, Afeng? Are you having troubles at work? Tell me about it." Yi Xue said with a smile, holding her sleeping daughter in her arms.

"Yi Xue, are you really Yi Xue?" Mo Feng asked a question that made no sense.

"It's the real deal. My name is Lin Yixue, and I'm your wife." Yixue smiled and said, "If you're tired, just take a rest. It's okay. My illness is congenital, and I can stop taking the medicine. It doesn't have much effect. Buy Wan'er some more delicious food, and don't be so tired."

"Am I Mu Feng?" Mo Feng asked.

"Huh? Didn't you sleep well? Afeng?" Yi Xue asked curiously.

Mo Feng covered his head and felt that his personality was about to split. No... no... not here... definitely not here. The most important person is not here. I am not Mu Feng at all! Who am I?

She is not my wife, not my lover!

She lacked the thing that was most familiar to me.

Yes! That smell, whose smell is that? Why can't I remember?

As Mo Feng's consciousness began to collapse, the space around him began to shatter.

Just like a dream destined for tragedy, it began to shatter. Lin Yixue's face and Mu Qingwan's eyes began to blur and disappear along with the shattered space.

Only a few faint words were left in my ears.

"A Feng - you must be happy in that world. I have Wan'er here, and I am very happy."

"A Feng - you are tired too, just close your eyes and have a good rest this time. Thank you for staying with me for so long."

"A Feng - if there is a next life, please don't meet me again. I am your misfortune, and you deserve someone better. She will be cuter and prettier than me, she will be virtuous and capable, and more importantly, she will love you more than I do, instead of dragging you down for the rest of your life."

"Afeng - thank you...really...goodbye forever. Forget me."

"Mom...you're crying...where's Dad?"

"He is living happily in another world. Please bless your father."