I stole your luck and caused my wife's death, making you regret being a human being.

"Really?"

Zheng Wendong felt that all his fatigue was swept away, his heart skipped a beat, and was replaced by a strong sense of surprise.

In October 1999, he stood in front of a telephone booth under the starry sky of Beijing, wearing a vest and slippers. He seemed to be unaffected by the chill of the autumn wind, which attracted the attention of others. They were all curious about what good news this stranger had encountered, which made him look so surprised.

Su Ying was also excited, "Yeah."

Su Ying's tone was quite gentle, "Wen Dong, I feel like she's greeting me."

It seems to be saying.

Mom, I'm here.

Su Ying wanted to cry.

Zheng Wendong's eyes were also red, and he wished he could fly to Su Ying at this moment, put his hand on her belly, and feel the presence of the child.

Isn’t it true that she can’t wait to be with her parents?

After an excited chat about fetal movement, Su Ying suddenly said, "Is my sudden call not frightening you?"

Zheng Wendong also calmed down and said, "No."

I was actually quite scared.

Su Ying never contacts him so late.

There were risks associated with a woman's pregnancy, and he almost thought something had happened, looking down at his slippers as if nothing had happened.

Su Ying said, "I don't know why, but when I felt it, I wanted to share it with you as soon as possible. I think you will be very happy."

Then, I didn't care about running out in the middle of the night to make a phone call.

I guess everyone in my husband’s family is very confused.

Zheng Wendong said, "Yes, I am very happy."

Really, really happy.

He even wanted to hear Su Ying say more, but unfortunately it was too late, so he could only ask her to go back and rest early and contact her tomorrow.

When Zheng Wendong returned to the rental house, he ran into his roommate. The woman next to him had changed again. He probably didn't change his clothes as fast as the woman did.

"I just saw you rushing out. Was it a call from your wife?" the roommate asked with a smile.

"Yes." Zheng Wendong nodded gently, "My wife felt the child kick her."

His roommate said, "It's not easy for you either, you work hard outside, and your wife always comes to you for advice on everything. And you have a good temper." If it was his wife, he would definitely be annoyed.

Zheng Wendong said, "You'll understand when you're older. It's such a blessing if your wife is willing to share with you."

If you don't care.

Then I wouldn't have called right away.

After a lifetime of loneliness, Zheng Wendong cherishes this kind of sharing very much. That is the desire to share that only people who care about you can have. If a couple does not have the desire to share, it will be very boring.

So, Zheng Wendong was very happy that Su Ying was willing to share.

And the other side.

Su Ying took out the phone card and was about to return home, but suddenly someone came in the night.

"Su Ying?"

Su Ying looked at the other person, it was Yang Yao.

Yang Yao smiled and glanced at the phone booth. "Why are you calling so late at night? Is it to Dongzi?"

Su Ying smiled and nodded, "Yes, you're out for a walk so late?"

Yang Yao said, "I'm different from you. I'm braver."

Su Ying thought to herself, who asked you this?

She always felt that Yang Yao's personality was somewhat indescribably unique, a uniqueness that seemed to highlight something.

Su Ying said, "Take your time for a walk. I'll go back first."

She returned home.

Yang Yao looked at her back, which was still slim despite her big belly, with a hint of sarcasm in her eyes.

She had actually been here for quite a while, and she heard Su Ying calling Zheng Wendong.

It's ridiculous that she called a man so late just because the child kicked her.

Zheng Wendong must have been very impatient after receiving the call, as he had to call for such a small matter.

Only Su Ying is naive and thinks that men will be happy with this kind of sharing.

But fortunately, Su Ying is a naive person.

Otherwise, it would not be so easy for me to plunder her luck.

In the plot that Yang Yao dreamed of, the heroine's luck was the combination of the luck of several generations, so even though she was born very ordinary, or even had a rough life, she ended up having an extremely outstanding partner and many people who doted on her.

Zheng Wendong obviously has nothing to do with excellence, but Yang Yao guessed that he and Su Ying should be struggling together. Isn't this the standard configuration of period novels? Except for the heroine, everyone else's life is average. If she doesn't plunder luck, her end will be miserable, because she has a pair of vampire parents, and her bad mother also found her a stepfather who is eyeing her covetously.

What Yang Yao wants to do is to replace Su Ying, get her life, and reach the peak of her life.

So far, things are not going very smoothly.

She failed to conquer Zheng Wendong, which resulted in her luck progress being average. In any case, she did not have the great opportunity that the heroine should have.

Yang Yao was a little anxious.

Su Ying returned home, gently stroked her belly, and said softly: "Mom, I seem to feel the happiness you said."

Beijing.

Zheng Wendong was so excited that he tossed and turned until the early morning before falling asleep.

He couldn't help but imagine what his daughter looked like in his mind.

Is it like Su Ying, or like myself?

Then inevitably an old and ugly kid would appear and call him dad.

He opened his eyes wide in horror.

I wondered how much money I would need to make to have plastic surgery.

Finally, I fell into a deep sleep in the second half of the night.

In his dream, he was in his forties, and his brothers and friends were all married and had children.

He was the only one living alone. In the evening, when he returned to his rental house, there was only a lamp to keep him company. The cable TV could not receive any channels and he didn't know what to do. The scene then turned to the next day. Someone on the street was setting off firecrackers and saying that an extraordinary person had come and was arranged by the street office to give a speech.

Wang Liang came and patted his shoulder with a sour and jealous tone and asked, "Do you know who that person is?"

He’s Yang Yao’s husband!

Zheng Wendong went to the scene of the speech. On the stage was a man in his forties or fifties, who looked very young. His every move and gesture revealed the unattainable nobility of an upper-class person. Standing next to him were Yang Yao and their daughter. The family of three looked so happy.

The picture focused on the face of Yang Yao's husband. Time seemed to go backwards on his face. That face changed from middle-aged to young. It was Liang Hua!

Zheng Wendong suddenly opened his eyes.

Coming out of the bathroom half an hour later, he muttered, "Fuck, no wonder it feels familiar."

It turned out that Liang Hua was Yang Yao's husband. In his previous life, he met Liang Hua when he was in his forties. He was a successful man, sought after by people in society, and enjoyed being in the spotlight. He felt that even the attention was an insult to them.

In this life, I met Liang Hua in advance and had some interactions with him.

Zheng Wendong remembered that when he heard about him later, he had already become an academician.

Moreover, his daughter took over his mantle and became a remarkable person. She appeared on TV and was hailed as the youngest Chinese and Western medicine practitioner. She was also loved and cultivated by the two heads of the Su family in Shanghai. She is truly unique.

Zheng Wendong felt vaguely strange.

But I can’t figure out what’s so strange about it.

He murmured, "Rebirth really doesn't mean the brain can evolve."

If you can't figure it out, just give up.

He carried his things and knocked on the upstairs door.