Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

As if noticing he hadn't hung up, the person on the other end started to make conversation: "What did you have for dinner? It didn't snow today. Oh, by the way, I remember it snowed during Chinese New Year. You asked me to build a snowman that night, but when I went to see it the next day, someone kicked me. My face was flat, and my nose was stuck in my head. I took a picture, and it's in my photo album..."

Jing Chen stared at Lian Qingyang, brought his phone closer, and interrupted the other person's reminiscence attack in a deep voice: "Qingqing and I also wish you a happy new year. I hope that next time we meet, we won't talk so much. Qingqing doesn't seem to like it very much."

Before he could make a move, the voice on the other end paused and hung up the phone.

Lian Qingyang finally spoke, explaining somewhat bewilderedly, "Don't believe his nonsense. I even called Ma Sixue and the others at the time, and it wasn't very late, around seven or eight."

Jing Chen just stared at Lian Qingyang for a long time before speaking with regret: "It didn't snow today."

"...It will all be there in the future." Lian Qingyang spoke softly, changing the subject.

As he spoke, he looked at Jing Chen's expression tentatively: "Let me tell you about my childhood. I was very naughty when I was young. I ran around with a bunch of kids. I met a very beautiful child. I didn't know any better back then, so I grabbed her and kissed her. I ended up kissing her until she cried. My brain short-circuited at the time, and I just coaxed the child and said I would marry him when I grew up. I don't know how he is now."

Seeing Jing Chen keep his head down and remain silent, he continued, "Come to think of it, something seemed to have happened a year after I came to the Lian family. My memories of that year are always fragmented, and Mom only said that I had a high fever. I kind of suspected that I might have been kidnapped. A few days ago, I secretly asked Dad about it, and sure enough, it was confirmed. He also said that I was smart and knew how to escape, and collapsed at my doorstep before fainting. In fact, there was always a calm voice that led me to escape the fear from the dream again and again when I was about to wake up, as if I had experienced it before."

Jing Chen didn't worry about whether it was snowing or not. He looked up and held Lian Qingyang's face in front of him with a serious look on his face. He gently leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes sparkling with tears. His low voice was filled with some grievance: "It's me. The child is me, and the voice is also mine. Only I can kiss you, and only I can rescue you safely. Qingqing, you can't forget me. In the remaining memories of my past, you are the only one left."

"Crybaby, I recognize you."

On New Year's Eve, Jing Chen stayed in Lian Qingyang's room. They hugged each other in the warm bed and said Happy New Year to each other for the first time at midnight. Ignoring the mobile phone that began to vibrate wildly beside the pillow, Lian Qingyang suddenly covered the quilt over their heads, threw himself on Jing Chen, and gave him a hot and restless kiss.

The sweet voice was so low that it sounded like a whisper: "I'm just pretending to play with them, but I'm really playing with you. In the new year, don't be a crybaby anymore, be my baby."

Holding the person in his arms tightly, Jing Chen said in a low voice: "My New Year's wish is to build a snowman with you next New Year."

Ma Sixue shuddered and sneezed, then picked up his phone to reply to the message, his mouth still chattering: "What's wrong with Brother Jing and Brother Qing? They didn't even reply to the message. It seems that they don't care about me anymore. Sigh."

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At the beginning of the new semester, classmates all found that Qingge had turned over a new leaf. Not only did he no longer come late or leave early, but he also followed Jingge to the library after evening self-study every day. Ma Sixue also began to restrain himself and followed the two of them everywhere, making the other classmates panic.

So at the beginning of the school year, the learning attitude of the students in Class 2 was solemnly praised by the grade director at the flag-raising ceremony. Lao Ma has been walking with a lot more confidence these days.

Even sitting in the office, I can't help but sigh from time to time: "Oh, these kids in the class, they won't listen no matter what I say. They just sit in their seats and study like crazy, and they don't exercise properly. I told them to exercise, but just went to the classroom, and they all walked to the library for their study session. Tsk, I guess they're balancing work and rest. Don't you agree, Lao Li?"

Teacher Li is the head teacher of Class 1. He was already annoyed that the top student in the grade was transferred to Class 2, and then Mr. Ma did something stupid. He was so angry that he rolled his eyes and strode out of the office with his textbook and water cup.

Teacher Zhang is a physics teacher who teaches three experimental classes. She was packing up to leave when Lao Ma saw her and called her: "Teacher Zhang, I just happen to be free, so I'm going to see you off and find out about the learning situation of the children in our class."

Teacher Zhang had a stiff expression and responded with "OK". As they walked, he repeated the learning situation of Class 2 to Lao Ma for the fifth time.

This semester, everyone seemed to be holding back a lot of energy, especially Lian Qingyang. After every test, he always said that he didn't do very well. As a result, his ranking gradually improved, and finally he was among the top ten in the grade in the last test of his second year of high school.

After the results came out, the Lian family had a fish feast for three consecutive days.

Even if Lian Qingyang loved eating fish, he would get tired of it after just three days. On the morning of the fourth day, he said to Jing Chen with a gloomy face, "I feel like I'm spitting out fish bones while I sleep. When I woke up today, I saw traces of saliva on my pillow."

Jing Chen was silent for a moment, then tilted his head to the furry head resting on his shoulder and said, "The fish we eat has very few bones, and if I remember correctly, I was the one who picked out the bones."

Lian Qingyang raised his head quickly and defended himself, "I just wanted to express my frustration at eating fish for three days in a row and my temporary aversion to fish."

"That's no excuse for drooling on your pillow." Jing Chen couldn't help but touch the fluffy short hair, and after successfully ruffling it, he curled his lips and said, "Let's go, my scholarship has come in, let's go out for dinner today, it's my treat."

Lian Qingyang said, "Okay, didn't you say to save the money?" and already pulled Jing Chen in the hand and went to get in the car.

Jing Chen opened the car door for him. After he got in, he put one hand on the roof and the other on the door. He bowed and said, "I save money to spend on you. I read your fortune and it tells me that I need to raise you well, starting with food."

Lian Qingyang waited until he got in the car before curiously asking, "When did you go to learn fortune-telling?"

"After meeting you, I learned everything on my own."

"From the first time I saw you, I felt that you would become my lover in the future."

"That's probably the most accurate fortune telling I've ever done."

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postscript

On the third New Year they spent together, there was a heavy snowfall. They worked together to build a huge snowman and took a photo with the snowman.

Jing Chen posted a circle of friends for the first time, attached the photo, and wrote: The first white-haired reunion after a long separation, my love and our snowman.

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