Those years, those jokes, those scum

He couldn't remember how many times he had stood on this rooftop. He couldn't remember how many years it had been. People often said that people who committed suicide would repeat the moment of death after death. It would not end until one day when his sins were paid off.

In this world, good and evil, right and wrong are never fair. Good people may not be rewarded, and bad people may not get the punishment they deserve. On the contrary, they still live happily after doing evil.

Looking back on his short life, he had never done anything bad. He respected his mother, studied hard, and respected his teachers. But in the end, he ended up like this. Those who did evil became famous entrepreneurs, stars, and writers when they grew up, and then returned to their evil places to set successful examples for their younger classmates.

Oh~ God is watching over us.

——Ding——Ding, the bell that had been heard countless times rang again. The thin boy stood outside the rooftop in danger. He looked outside the rooftop with a sad and hopeless look in his eyes. Without a moment's hesitation, he let go of the hand holding the protective net and jumped...

As the boy fell from the sky, the familiar tension came over him again. Qiao Niansheng repeated the fall countless times.

With a bang, bones broke, hands and feet twitched, and the ground was instantly covered with blood. There were piercing screams of fear, and more and more people gathered.

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing on the empty rooftop again.

He raised the corner of his mouth in self-mockery. From anger, hatred, unwillingness, fear to the current numbness. What else can he do? Novels are all lies. He has neither turned into a ghost to seek revenge, nor has the devil appeared to give him a chance to sell his soul.

——Ding——Ding, he could only listen to the ringing and get ready, again and again...

He thought maybe he was atonement, atonement for hurting his mother, the only person in the world who cared about him. Thinking this way would make him feel better. But when would he be able to end this sin day after day?

He didn't know and closed his eyes to start a new round.

"Bang!!" The heavy impact sound stopped abruptly.

The tension I just felt suddenly disappeared. The thin boy on the rooftop was hanging outside the rooftop, looking up at the people above him.

"Young man, you are not afraid of death anymore, why don't you take revenge before you leave!"

This time, he heard two sounds that shouldn't have appeared, one full of vitality and reassuring, and the other was the beautiful sound of his heart beating when he was a human.

He knew her. Leng Nuan, the second in the grade. But they didn't know each other when he was alive.

Qiao Niansheng watched her pull herself back.

He watched Leng Nuan teach him exercises, healing, homework, and how to use his strengths.

He watched them study and play together, and help their mother run the business.

He watched his mother smile more and more and her health get better and better.

He saw that his once weak and timid self had become more and more like a man.

He saw that he, who was once lonely and helpless, now had more people who truly cared about him.

He saw himself as a handsome and outstanding adult with a successful career and a happy family.

He could only watch, and only watch—

He regretted and was jealous. Why wasn't he the one being saved? Obviously, they were the same person...

"Hey, what are you daydreaming about? Now that you're awake, get up and eat." A strong hand slapped him rudely.

"Cold, warm or cold?" Qiao Niansheng sat on the bed in a daze, feeling the reality of someone touching his shoulder.

"You've been sleeping so much. Hurry up, auntie said dinner is ready. So many people are waiting for you alone." Leng Nuan said with a look of disdain.

By the way, he hasn’t had a rest for two or three months because of a case.

"You go first, I'll be there soon. Let me relax for a while." Qiao Niansheng licked his slightly dry lips and said with a tired smile.

"Here's some water for you." Leng Nuan held a big mug in his left hand.

"Thank you."

After drinking the water, Qiao Niansheng felt much better. He reviewed his memories from childhood to the present. Those beautiful memories appeared clearly in his mind one by one. He clenched his fists tightly, and he felt the beating of his pulse, the tension of his muscles, and the lines of his veins. All of this told him that he was real and alive.

Is this a dream? But it is so real that it makes people feel their souls tremble.

Qiao Niansheng took another big sip of warm water. It was his favorite lemon honey water specially prepared by his mother. It flowed down his throat, into his stomach, and warmed his heart.

He held the cup in his hand and slowly opened the bedroom door. The bright light in the living room was so dazzling that he squinted his eyes unconsciously. After he got used to it, he could see the situation in the room clearly.

He watched his mother setting the table with a smile on her face.

He looked at Leng Nuan who was mixing the salad seriously.

He looked at Qin Shuangjiang standing gently beside Leng Nuan and helping her roll up her sleeves that were too long.

He watched Luo Shuai chatting and laughing while opening a glass of red wine.

"Nian Sheng, are you still feeling unwell?" Mother Qiao looked at her son standing aside, and quickly put down the dishes in her hands and walked towards her son.

"Hey, what kind of nightmare did you have? Look, your eyes are full of tears. Come on, don't be afraid, come into your brother's arms." Luo Shuai, who was closest to him, stretched out his long legs and came to his side, and noticed with his sharp eyes that something was wrong with Qiao Niansheng.

"Hey, stop teasing him. He's not feeling well." Leng Nuan rudely slapped Luo Shuai away.

"Nian Sheng, wipe it." Qin Shuangjiang took out a handkerchief from his pocket, his tone full of concern.

Tears welled up in his eyes, and he wanted to tell them that he was fine. But the first sound he made was a broken, suppressed grumble.

"Nian Sheng."

"It's okay, Nian Sheng."

"Niansheng, don't be afraid, mom is here."

The tears in his eyes made him unable to see clearly. His ears were filled with the worried and concerned voices of his friends. His back was filled with his mother's strong and warm hands.

Lawyer Qiao, the 'Jade-faced Fox' who had made his opponents tremble in fear and suffer from headaches in just one year, was now crying like a helpless child, which was heartbreaking.

He's still alive, thank goodness -