Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

After leaving Wanghu Tea Factory, the brother and sister went to Wuhan. Without any adults accompanying them, they were completely free. They fed ostriches in the East Lake Bird's Singing Forest, ate snacks in Hubu Lane, took photos at the Yellow Crane Tower, and watched the night view of the Yangtze River Bridge. They also had a barbecue in the evening before returning to the hotel.

The two stayed in a four-star hotel and asked for a suite. Ji Shumiao slept in the inner room and Ji Shulang slept on the sofa in the outer living room.

It's not to save money, but it's really unsafe for Ji Shumiao to live in a room at his age. He can easily be carried away like a piglet.

Hebei, Qianhua Brick Factory.

This group of temporary porters were settling their wages when Ji Zhenhua came out of the office, humming an old folk song and walking lightly out of the factory. He was going to the restaurant across the street to pack two main dishes and have a drink with his father-in-law and brother-in-law at noon.

An honest worker grabbed his clothes and said, "Fifty dollars short."

Ji Zhenhua: "Go to the finance department."

The finance department, who was distributing wages to the workers, heard this and raised his head and shouted, "He doesn't need it, Mr. Hua, don't trust him."

"There's nothing we can do about it." Ji Zhenhua shrugged and continued walking out of the factory.

A sharp blade pierced his abdomen. The man with triangular eyes and dangling needle lines smiled, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Ji Zhenhua lowered his head and saw his blood flowing out.

The moment he fell was infinitely slowed down and stretched out, and Ji Zhenhua saw the electronic calendar in the factory - November 2007, 11.

It was the time of his death in his previous life.

Ji Shumiao sat up suddenly, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He was in hysteria after the panic, and tears flowed like a spring.

She gently moved her numb and cold hands hanging by her side, and suddenly her whole body began to tremble and she shivered continuously. Something bitter surged out of her stomach. Ji Shumiao felt nauseous. She wanted to vomit out the powerless and suffocating fear in her body, but she couldn't do it.

There were sounds of doors opening and closing outside the room. The sound was not loud, but it was particularly clear in the quiet night.

Ji Shumiao pulled himself out of the cold pool of fear and sadness, sniffed, wiped away his tears, got out of bed and opened the door.

"You're not asleep yet?" Ji Shulang was stunned and waved at her: "If you can't sleep, come and watch the game with me."

An NBA game was playing silently on TV. Ji Shulang picked up the remote control, turned off the mute, and picked up the pillow on the sofa and threw it on the carpet.

Ji Shumiao moved over and sat on the pillow against the sofa.

There were two bags of duck products and a few cans of beer on the coffee table in front of him. Ji Shulang was taking these when he opened the door. He gave a tip to the hotel staff and asked them to buy them.

"Are you having a nightmare?" Ji Shulang asked.

Ji Shumiao said "hmm" sadly and aggrievedly.

"Poor little thing." Ji Shulang rubbed her head, "You are still a child, don't take everything to heart."

"You are just children in front of me."

Without my family, I'd be a worthless little piece of shit.

Ji Shumiao couldn't help wanting to cry again. After her aunt passed away in her previous life, she had seen her uncle and Brother Lang very few times, and they would be sad for a long time every time they met - Ji Shumiao's features when she grew up were so much like Qin Yun's.

How can time heal the pain of losing a loved one? The bloody wound in the heart will only turn into an indestructible scar under the washing of the tides carrying sand and gravel, and will grow fine thorns inwards, piercing into the heart muscles, causing hidden pain at every moment of life - if only she/he were still here.

Ji Shulang said gently: "Don't be afraid, we are all here."

"Let's go to Hebei tomorrow. I miss my dad." Ji Shumiao pursed her lips, with a hint of tears in her voice.

"Okay." Ji Shulang opened a can of beer and handed it to her. "You want to drink at the barbecue restaurant, right? Just drink if you want to. There's no need to make it so hard on yourself."

Ji Shumiao hesitated for a moment, then took the beer and held it in his hand: "Secret."

Ji Shulang chuckled and clinked the beer in his hand with hers: "Secret, I won't tell them."

Ji Shumiao took a big sip of cold beer and sighed comfortably: "I want to eat duck neck."

Ji Shulang narrowed his eyes and said, "Take it yourself. Don't you have hands? Do you still want me to feed you?"

"I don't want to get my hands dirty."

Ji Shulang threw the disposable gloves to her unhappily.

Ji Shumiao: "Oh oh."