After rebirth, I gave up Bai Yueguang

Su Jing simply felt sick after eating something sweet and was used to eating something sour and spicy, so her bowl of noodles was very small. She quickly finished her meal and went back to her room. When she finished preparing the book she was going to read and came out to wash the dishes, she found that the kitchen was already clean. She checked her watch and realized that she had only been in the room for ten minutes.

She smiled knowingly and turned back to her room. As she passed the living room, Su Jing looked up at Jiang Yi's door. It was closed. He must have been exhausted and bored today. He was probably already in the bathtub.

At this moment, Jiang Yi was indeed sitting in the bathtub. The faucet was on, and water was flowing into the bathtub. The warm water gradually surrounded his body, just like the long-awaited warm feeling just now.

This feeling was so strange. It had happened so many times because of Su Jing. She'd gotten up early to make breakfast for me, she'd been nervous about getting burned, she'd been worried about making me unhappy, and she'd been so exhausted that she'd made my favorite lemon cake for me...

She said she gave up on me, not because she no longer loved me, but because she was discouraged and saw no hope. Was my previous attitude too cold? Why was I so cold before? Was it because I didn't like her? But did I really not like her?

The warm water gradually submerged him, and he slid down a little, lying in the tub. His body felt warm and comfortable in the hot water, but the lingering steam made his vision blurry. The water's warmth also weakened his body, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in his heart. He tilted his head back, his gaze following the rising steam, which drifted further and further away.

Jiang Yi admitted to being jealous of Song Ning today because Song Ning had put his arm around her waist. But what kind of feelings did he have for her? He was daydreaming, worried about her well-being, and yearning to see her all the time. Could it be that he was truly in love with her now? But why now? She had already given up on him and now only considered him a brother. So, was his feeling for her truly love?

In the haze, the scenes shot during the day flashed before my eyes frame by frame. The man's bare chest, the slender white arms resting on his chest, the slender butterfly bones, the slender waist wrapped in a black suspender...

Jiang Yi's breathing quickened, and the blood in his body began to heat up like water, flowing faster and faster to the place below...

Various emotions intertwined in his heart, tangled together like a tangled mess, making Jiang Yi feel indescribably irritated.

He took a deep breath, slid down, and immersed himself in the water. He held his breath until the veins on his forehead popped, then Jiang Yi suddenly raised his head out of the water and breathed in big gulps of air.

Jiang Yi shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of all the random thoughts and swaying shadows in his head. He took a deep breath, stood up from the water, and took the towel and draped it over his shoulders.

He wiped the water off his body, wrapped his head with a towel, and rubbed his hair vigorously. Then he walked to the mirror and threw the towel into the dirty clothes basket in the corner.

Jiang Yi took a tissue to wipe off the mist on the mirror. He was ready to wipe his face and go to bed. He didn't want to think about anything today.

After throwing the tissue used to wipe the mirror into the trash can, Jiang Yi looked up and was stunned when he saw himself in the mirror.

He stared at himself in the mirror, but his mind was thinking about Song Ning's body in the gym while he was showering. Damn, that guy was definitely stronger than him. Even Xiao Song was that strong. Damn!

Looking at himself again, Jiang Yi looked at himself from top to bottom several times. Damn, only Xiao Xiaoyi looked stronger. Compared to that guy, he was indeed thinner. It wasn't obvious when he was wearing clothes, but as soon as he took off his clothes...

No wonder Su Jing keeps saying that guy has a good figure. Could it be that she really doesn't like me anymore and now likes that type? Okay!

Jiang Yi didn't sleep well that night and had many dreams. When he woke up in the morning, he felt like he had not slept at all.

He was woken up by the heat, and when he opened his eyes, Xiao Xiaoyi was still holding up the towel blanket. Jiang Yi looked at him for a while and sighed: Oh, he is full of blood!

He got up and went to the bathroom. Standing in front of the toilet with his eyes closed, he thought, "What did I dream about yesterday?" Jiang Yi closed his eyes and tried hard to recall his dream last night.

He felt like he remembered it clearly, but now, when he tried to think about it, he couldn't recall a single detail. After a long thought, Jiang Yi couldn't recall anything at all. He gave up, shook his head, and pressed the flush button. He then walked to the sink, ready to wash his face, but when he saw himself in the mirror, Jiang Yi lost himself in thought again.

He stared blankly at the mirror for a long time, then gave up. Jiang Yi walked under the shower and turned on the cold water. The moment the water hit him, Jiang Yi shuddered and screamed, and then he felt fully awake.

Just as he finished putting on his clothes and came out, he heard his door being slammed. He hurriedly took two steps to open the door and met Wu Wanqiu's anxious eyes: "Xiaoyi, you..."

"Mom, what's the matter?" Jiang Yi asked puzzledly.

"What's wrong with you?" Wu Wanqiu's eyes widened, and she said unhappily, "What were you screaming about just now? I heard it from next door, and I was so scared that I ran over here. You even locked the door, and I knocked for a long time."

"Oh," Jiang Yi smiled, "I just turned on the cold water in the shower and I'm still not awake. I'm so cold that's why I'm crying."

"Oh my, I was so scared. I thought something happened to you." Wu Wanqiu patted his chest. "Okay, I'll leave if you're okay. School starts next week. If you're free, find some time to go see your grandma in the next two days. You haven't been to her for a long time since you moved here. If you don't go, she'll be angry."

"Okay, I'll go this afternoon," Jiang Yi agreed readily. He was raised by his grandmother, and everyone in the street knew how much she doted on him. He and his grandmother had a deep bond.

When he went downstairs, Su Jing wasn't at the dining table. There were two fried eggs, a bowl of porridge, and a plate of stir-fried cucumbers on the table. Jiang Yi smiled softly. After finishing his meal, he walked to Su Jing's door and, without knocking, simply turned the doorknob. The door wasn't locked.

But Jiang Yi didn't push the door open directly. Instead, he pressed the handle and shook it twice before speaking: "I'm coming in."

"No one is stopping you from coming in, young master." Su Jing's lazy voice came from the room.

When I opened the door, Su Ran was already reading a book.

"Are you busy today?" Jiang Yi asked.

"Read and sleep." Su Jing didn't look back and just said four simple words.

"I want to go to grandma's house. Do you want to go with me?"

"No, I was exhausted yesterday. I need to rest."

"Come with me." Jiang Yi's tone was soft and he started to act coquettishly.

Su Jing heard the boy's voice, which was just beginning to change. It was a little deep and rustling, with a bit of... nostalgic jazz texture. It felt like something was caressing her heart, smooth and soft, making her feel itchy.

"No, I'm not going."

Jiang Yi stood at the door, staring at Su Jing's back as she lowered her head to do her homework. He was stunned for a moment before he said disappointedly, "Okay, I'll go by myself. You can have dinner by yourself tonight."

"it is good."

On the way to my grandmother's house, the late summer sun was scorching the earth, and the air conditioner in the taxi was turned up a little high.

Jiang Yi was still thinking about his dream last night. In the dream, there was a huge stone pressing on his chest, making him use all his strength to breathe. He felt his consciousness gradually becoming blurred and his body becoming heavier and heavier, as if countless hands were pulling him, trying to drag him into a bottomless abyss where there was only endless darkness and coldness.

But in his mind, there was always a figure running towards him. The figure kept running and running, and seemed to keep saying to him: "Wait for me, don't leave."

He couldn't see the face of the person running towards him, she was too far away. But Jiang Yi knew that she was the one who loved him the most besides his mother. He reached out to her, trying hard to hold her hand, but he couldn't reach it.

"Don't go, wait for me, you must wait for me." The figure running over shouted heartbreakingly.

I can't sleep, he told himself in the dream, I must not sleep, she will definitely come, will definitely come to hold my hand, and prevent me from being dragged into the abyss of endless darkness.

She will come, she will definitely come, I must wait for her. When she comes, I will treat her well, only her well...

Jiang Yi closed his eyes and slapped his head a few times, trying to dispel the shadow of that strange and terrifying dream from last night. He didn't think that the person running towards him in the dream would be Su Jing, but who could that person be?

Grandma's house was as cozy as it had been for over a decade. The faint scent in the room was the familiar, faint pine aroma that Jiang Yi was familiar with. He had never known where this fragrance came from. He asked his grandmother, but she said she never had the time to wear any perfume. With a lifetime of work and housework, she never had the time for such things.

During the meal, Jiang Yi had his favorite fried crispy meat. He chewed it with a crunching sound while talking to his grandmother: "Grandma, do you still remember the stories you told me when I was a child?"

"What story? I've told you so many." Grandma picked up another piece of stir-fried shrimp and cabbage for him and scolded him, "Eat some vegetables. You can't just eat meat."

"Well...it's just some Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio," Jiang Yi said as he ate the piece of cabbage. "Do you think those stories are true?"

"How should I know? It's been passed down from ancient times to the present day, so maybe it's true," Grandma said. "Otherwise, who could know it so clearly? Take the Eighteen Levels of Hell, for example. They're described so realistically. If no one has actually seen it, how can they describe it so clearly?"

My grandmother was illiterate, having only learned to read in a literacy class after liberation. The stories she knew were passed down by her elders.

"So do you believe that people have past lives and future lives?" Jiang Yi asked his grandmother seriously.

"Me?" Grandma thought for a moment before saying, "I think I believe it." Then she stood up and walked to the kitchen, not knowing what else she wanted to get. As she walked, she muttered softly, "Then I'll be able to see your grandpa again."

When Jiang Yi heard his grandmother's words, he put down his chopsticks and looked at her slightly hunched back, thinking about what she had just said: That way, I can see your grandfather again...

So, do Su Jing and I also have a past life bond? She's said more than once that she loved me in her past life. So could it be her that I'm waiting for in my dream? If not her, who else could it be?