After rebirth, I gave up Bai Yueguang

Jiang Yi sat pale, leaning against the wall, silent and weeping. The young man's words were like a sharp knife, cutting into his heart. He felt the pain, but couldn't tell where it was.

He didn't understand. There were so many things he didn't understand. Why so many? Was he wrong?

Zhang Ya left, silently, just like that year. She abandoned me again, and this time, when I only had a few days left to live.

When the drawer was opened, he fell into the ice cave again.

The documents that were originally placed in the drawer were gone: the passbook, the property certificate for the house she was planning to marry, her ID card... There were only a few of her old clothes left at home, which she probably didn't want anymore.

He lay in bed, wondering over and over why this woman had abandoned him again. That day, when his classmates had visited him in the hospital, she had clearly told them she would be with him through his final steps. But now she was gone, without a single word, taking everything with her: the house they'd planned to marry in, hundreds of thousands of dollars in savings...

Those things were meant for her. Now that she's back, I'll give them all to her. But why did she leave without telling me? Even if she left now and wanted to find another good man, I would still give them to her. I don't have time anymore, so there's no point in keeping those things.

But why? Why? Couldn't she just wait a few more days, until she was reduced to ashes?

Jiang Yi woke up crying. When he woke up, his heart was still beating wildly and a large area of ​​his pillow was wet.

The scene in the dream was so real, so real that the pain of cancer attack was so clear, the pain that penetrated the bone marrow seemed to have not dissipated until now.

He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and found that his body was cold, the kind of coldness that comes from being soaked in sweat. Jiang Yi got up and went to the bathroom, took off his pajamas, and stood in front of the mirror.

He looked at his current body, the body of seventeen, not the pale and frail body in his forties with terminal cancer in the dream just now.

The boy in the mirror was youthful and handsome. His skin was healthy, a pinkish white. His features were exquisitely handsome yet not overly sharp. His muscular lines were youthful, not overly strong, but distinct: a not-too-full chest and slender abdominal muscles.

A boy who has not yet fully grown up, with broad shoulders, slightly thin waist, and a thin but very beautiful body that belongs to a teenager, this is me.

In my dream just now, that pale, thin old man who barely had the strength to speak couldn't be me, absolutely not! That ugly old man, with his vampire-like appearance, how could he be good-looking? Were those passersby blind? How could they be so attentive in that state?

Jiang Yi stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, still frightened by the dream he had just had.

He stroked himself with his hands, from his face to his neck, to his chest, abdomen, and then to... the healthy, strong and beautiful Xiao Xiaoyi.

He couldn't believe that this body would turn into a walking skeleton. He couldn't accept it. He couldn't accept that such a beautiful person like him would become like that.

He turned on the water pipe, and the ice water poured down from the top of his head, which made Jiang Yi shudder. He shook his head and told himself that it was just a dream and he should not think too much about it.

The hot water came and wrapped his whole body with warmth. His body, which had been cold and sweaty in the dream just now, gradually warmed up. It was all just a dream.

But in my dream, that woman, the woman who took everything from me, that face, yes, that face, where have I seen it before? I must have seen it before, but where?

She wasn't a dream; she was a real person. I'd seen her before, I must have seen her before. But where had I seen her before? And why did he say in his dream that the woman had abandoned him again?

The reality of this dream lingered, and for days, Jiang Yi kept replaying those images before his eyes: that frail, pale, forty-year-old self, and that "girlfriend" who wasn't particularly pretty but whom he treasured.

What did that woman named Zhang Ya look like? She had been so clear in his dream, but now he couldn't picture her in his mind. Jiang Yi repeatedly recalled the plot of his dream, trying to make the face of that woman named Zhang Ya clearer.

He showered in the hot water for a long time, caressing every inch of himself repeatedly. Jiang Yi suddenly felt a sense of dread, not knowing what dimension he was in. Was that sick, zombie-like self a dream, or was this self the dream?

For several days, Jiang Yi went to many familiar places, looking for all the girls he could remember, knew, and could still find. But there was no one named Zhang Ya, and no one who looked like the woman in his dream.

He was sure that, at least until now, he definitely didn't know the woman in the dream, so this dream was just a dream, right?

But the feeling was too real, and the memory was too clear, so Jiang Yi couldn't let go of this dream completely. While other dreams would disappear within a day at most, this one, after so many days, he could still remember every detail and feeling. He couldn't get out of it.

He began to observe everyone passing by, trying to identify who was the woman who appeared in his dream. Although it was just a dream, Jiang Yi firmly believed that the woman in the dream existed in his life and was a real person, not just someone who appeared randomly in the dream.

He'd remembered some dreams clearly in the past, but none as vividly as this one. When he woke, not only was the pain of his cancer still there, but so was the heartache of abandonment. The pain left him breathless for a long time after waking. He was convinced this dream must have some meaning, and it wasn't just an ordinary dream.

After a few days of aimless searching, Jiang Yi felt a little discouraged, and his desire to find out who the woman was was beginning to fade. But when he arrived at the classroom that afternoon, Lin Feng reignited his urge to find out.

"Xiaoyi Xiaoyi, why didn't you come earlier?" Lin Feng stopped him with a gossipy look on his face.

"What?" Jiang Yi asked absentmindedly.

"Just now, just now, your number one fan went to cause trouble for your rumored girlfriend!" Lin Feng's expression was exaggerated.

"Huh?" Jiang Yi looked confused, not sure who Lin Feng was talking about. "Who's the number one fan? Who's the rumored girlfriend?"

"Oh, it's that Xu Meijuan. Just now, during lunch break, she went to cause trouble for Su Jing." Lin Feng said.

Is Xu Meijuan my number one fan? Jiang Yi was puzzled. Of all the girls pursuing him, Su Jing seemed to be the most persistent. But she's given up on me now, so when did she become my rumored girlfriend again? We're just buddies now.

"What trouble did she cause Su Jing? Did she hit Su Jing?" Jiang Yi asked

"No, it seems that he threw a popsicle at Su Jing's face while she was sleeping, and then Su Jing chased her out and punched her. I heard that her face was swollen." Lin Feng said with his eyes wide open, as if he had seen it with his own eyes.

"Oh, that's right," Jiang Yi said

"What's right?"

"Su Jing beat her," Jiang Yi said. "You said she went to cause trouble for Su Jing, and I thought Su Jing was the one who got hurt. Now I hear she was the one who got beaten, which is totally normal."

"Why is it normal for her to be beaten?" Lin Feng was very curious.

"Su Jing and I have been classmates for nine years, and I have never seen anyone beat her," said Jiang Yi.

"Su Jing is so powerful? That's impossible. Her classmates said that she usually ignores everyone and does homework all day long. How could such a good student like her fight?" Lin Feng didn't believe it at all.

"Really? She used to be really wild and amazing," Jiang Yi said after a pause. "But, for some reason, she suddenly became very studious in her third year of junior high."

"Oh, it changed suddenly." Lin Feng repeated. Before he could say anything else, Jiang Yi suddenly turned and left the classroom. He shrugged and said the few words he wanted to say: "Gene mutation."

Jiang Yi hurried to another classroom. Su Jing was not there. He stood at the door for a while, as if he had thought of something. Then he turned around and went directly to the teacher's office.

He wanted to know something, and Su Jing must know it. So, he had to transfer to the same class as Su Jing and keep an eye on her.

The homeroom teacher was confused by his sudden request to transfer, but didn't bother to delve into the reason. After all, the boy had paid a high price to get in, and he was a drag on the class, which might even affect his own excellent teacher evaluation. So, Jiang's request to transfer was granted the next day.

"Oh, so, you think I can help you find this person?" Su Jing asked, looking at him sideways.

"Probably, that's it." Jiang Yi couldn't explain it clearly, it was just an intuition.

"Then you don't need to change classes. There is something wrong with you, definitely something wrong!" Su Jing raised one eye and looked at him.

"No, I just want to be closer to you." Jiang Yi smiled mischievously, his eyes full of affection, which made Su Jing's heart flutter again.

"Don't come here, don't mess with me. I said I won't chase you anymore. Don't use your tricks to pick up girls against me. I'm so immune now!"

Su Jing refused, but her face was visibly flushed. Jiang Yi was secretly delighted. He knew that this girl liked him. No matter how she said she would give up, no one could replace him in her heart, past, present and future.

"It's true. I feel particularly at ease seeing you right now. I don't know why." Jiang Yi put on a serious expression. "Maybe it's because of your sixth sense that night."

"The woman's name is Zhang Ya," he paused and continued, "Do you know anyone with this name?" Jiang Yi's eyes were expecting her affirmative answer.