My whole family is the protagonist, and I am the only cannon fodder!

Shen Xingyao seemed to want to say something, but Lu Aotian grabbed the corner of her clothes. Within just a few seconds, Lu Aotian ran away, leaving only a back view in the sight of several people, and then disappeared.

Shen Xingyao's breathing became heavier and her chest rose and fell. She seemed angry and very dissatisfied with Lu Zaozao's rude and neurotic behavior of running away.

Lu Aotian patted her back gently, glanced at the dark night sky outside the window, and said, "Forget it, it's late, let's go back to the room."

After sitting on the sofa for a few more minutes, Shen Xingyao seemed to have finally calmed down and followed Lu Aotian back to the room.

Lu Shiqing said in the middle of the meeting that there was something urgent going on at the company, so he took a phone call and left. Now he has disappeared.

At the same time, Shen Xiyan also went upstairs to sleep. Only Lu Qingwan and Shen Huaijin were left downstairs. They were as silent as two ghosts at night.

Lu Qingwan had finally trimmed her flowers and placed them neatly one by one in a plain white porcelain vase.

A few minutes later, Shen Huaijin also started to walk up the stairs. Lu Qingwan carried the vase of flowers and slowly prepared to return to her room, the two of them walking one in front and one behind.

I don’t know how many cigarettes he smoked, but Lu Qingwan could smell the bitter smell of cigarettes on the stairs when Shen Huaijin passed by.

Their rooms were not on the same floor, one was on the third floor and the other on the fourth floor. At the last step of the stairs, they were about to reach the third floor when there was a crisp "pop" sound. Lu Qingwan's hand was unsteady and the vase broke on the stone steps. Flowers of various colors scattered, and most of the water in the vase splashed onto Shen Huaijin's trouser legs.

Shen Huaijin turned around indifferently. Lu Qingwan lowered her eyes to glance at the fresh flowers on the branches and stems on the ground, then looked up at Shen Huaijin without any shame.

The dim warm light above illuminated their faces. They looked at each other and Shen Huaijin said indifferently:

"If you can't hold it steady next time, you can ask the servant to help you move it to your room, so as not to ruin the fruits of your labor all night."

Lu Qingwan didn't respond. She looked away, staring at a certain spot. She didn't even look at his face. She just said, "Second brother, you're almost eighteen this year, right?"

Shen Huaijin said this inexplicably, and without waiting for any reaction from him, Lu Qingwan had already withdrawn her gaze, holding a handful of wet camellia flowers in her hand, and calmly walked past him and went upstairs.

When Shen Huaijin came back to his senses, he found that Shen Xiyan had opened the door without knowing when and stood at the door. He put out the cigarette in his hand, walked over and asked, "Why did you come out suddenly?"

"I heard a noise and came out to see what happened."

"Nothing." He turned the doorknob, put his arm around Shen Xiyan's shoulders and walked in together. "Qingwan broke a vase casually. I reminded her to be careful, but she left without saying anything."

Shen Xiyan nodded, "She has always been aloof and cold, and would only say a few words to my eldest brother."

She crawled into the quilt, and Shen Huaijin stood beside her bed and asked, "Why aren't you sleeping yet? Are you having that dream again and suffering from insomnia recently?"

Shen Xiyan shook his head and said, "I haven't done it for about half a year. It was a bit noisy outside so I couldn't fall asleep."

"Yeah." Shen Huaijin nodded, his hands unconsciously pressed against the edge of his pants, and he said in a stammering voice, as if he was talking to himself, "We are almost eighteen years old. Things like that are over and will never happen again."

After saying that, he stared into Shen Xiyan's eyes and spoke softly, as if expressing comfort.

"Don't be afraid, it's all over."

When she returned to her room, Lu Zaozao's palpitation-like feeling slowly subsided. She opened the drawer and took out her diary, which was brand new and blank.

Lu Zao Zao supported his wrist, thinking about what to record on the first page. After thinking for a long time, he finally wrote down -

Never expect and you will never get hurt.

Then, she recorded every detail of her time with Li Jianan, including those moments that made her happy and joyful.

Some of the things that happened before were far beyond her expectations. She was not sure what other changes would happen after her rebirth, whether the future trajectory would shift, and she might forget some things again.

Then let’s record the happy things first.

After the eighth day of the New Year, Li Jianan had returned from her hometown. At her invitation, Lu Zaozao went out with her for a day.

It snowed heavily that night. Lu Zao Zao woke up the next day with a low fever, which then became high fever, which came and went intermittently. He lay in bed sweating profusely.

During the chat with Li Jianan, the other party accidentally found out about this. Li Jianan was very sorry and said that it was because he wanted to take Lu Zaozao out to play that she caught a cold and had a fever. Lu Zaozao denied it.

Her physical condition has never been very good, and it is very common for her to have a fever and a cold in such cold weather, so Li Jianan should not feel any psychological burden.

In the afternoon, his fever started to rise again. Lu wrapped himself tightly with his hat and scarf and took a taxi to the hospital to get an IV or some medicine. He was already very familiar with the whole process.

Originally, the aunt wanted to accompany Lu Zaozao, but was rejected by Lu Zaozao. She had just returned from her hometown and it seemed that she had been busy at home during the New Year. She looked very tired. Lu Zaozao asked her to have a good rest for a few days.

Bumps and stumbles, colds and fevers were nothing to Lu Zaozao, she was used to it. People were coming and going in the hospital, and the children were always accompanied by their parents, asking about their health and with worry between their brows.

Lu Zaozao was alone, smelling the familiar scent of disinfectant. He suddenly remembered that when he died in his previous life, he should have been sent to the hospital. What about his relatives?

Will it be a little sad?

Or does it not matter?

Or is it that after a brief period of sadness, you will feel grateful for a long time because you have finally gotten rid of such a burden?

The nurse came over to give her an injection. The coolness of the needle rushed into Lu Zaozao's body, making her shiver uncontrollably.

"If you feel uncomfortable, please press the bell immediately."

"Okay, got it, thank you."

The liquid on the syringe dripped slowly, like drops of water hanging down from the edge of the eaves. Lu Zao Zao was half lying on the bed, his head dizzy, and he fell asleep in a daze.

In the past, my symptoms were more serious than this. I often had alternating hot and cold spells, my stomach was always uncomfortable, and sometimes I would vomit acid. The nights were so torturous that I couldn't fall asleep, and even if I fell asleep, I would have frequent nightmares.

This time it was much better, just a simple fever, and I didn't have a nightmare, just some intermittent memories of my past life -

A piece of white shirt blown up by the wind, a sunset that sinks and will never rise again, a ring that will never be given away and unknown to others, and some words that were spoken accidentally or perhaps intentionally for her to hear.

and also……

A clear and indifferent face.