Rebooting 60, let's go on a rampage with the orange cat!

In another time and space in the future

Autumn 2046

On the dimly lit balcony of a building in J City, a kind-faced, wrinkled old lady sat quietly in a solid wood rocking chair, wearing a light blue patterned nightgown, seemingly blending into the surrounding night.

She tilted her head slightly, gazing through the window at the mysterious and deep night sky, a faint light shimmering in her eyes.

In the night sky, countless stars twinkled, like dazzling gems embedded in the endless darkness, distant and unreachable, which made her immerse herself in memories and fantasies.

On her lap lay a plump old orange cat, purring peacefully and enjoying the tranquility. The old cat looked quite old, but its presence brought warmth and life to the room.

The old lady's hair had a silvery-gray sheen; it was short and curly, making her look exceptionally cute. She was relatively plump, but gave off a kind and approachable air.

As she stroked the orange cat's fluffy head, she murmured and sighed softly, "In the ups and downs of a hundred years, half of my future has already vanished. Life is but a fleeting dream within a dream, and worldly affairs are like the wind in the wind."

She hesitated for a long time before saying, "Duoduo, can you see the stars? My mother is watching me from heaven. Soon, I'll be going to see her too..."

Fat orange cat Duoduo lazily closed its eyes, making a 'meow~' sound in its throat, and gently wagged its tail in response to her words.

Her adoptive mother's elegant figure appeared vaguely before her eyes, as if gently calling to her: "Huai'an, Huai'an, I've come to take you..."

Shi Huai'an couldn't help but reach out his hand into the air, and the phantom vanished again...

Huai'an lowered his hands in despair, repeatedly recalling the past. Images of his former relatives lingered in his mind; some he longed to reunite with, others he never wanted to see again...

Perhaps the true meaning of life is suffering and hardship, and only after suffering comes happiness!

Life is a long journey of several decades, and the river of life will eventually flow towards the unknown.

Human emotions, so complex and intertwined, seem so insignificant in the face of the eternal sky, starlight, and universe...

She sighed, raised her hand, and stroked a small teardrop-shaped jade pendant on her chest with her chubby fingers. The milky white jade suddenly emitted a crystal-clear luster in her hand.

Huai'an suddenly felt a series of sharp pains in her heart, as if she were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, making it difficult for her to breathe. Then, it felt as if a thousand-pound stone was pressing on her chest, and a suffocating feeling of tightness and intense pressure swept over her like a storm.

In an instant, her eyelids drooped, and her thoughts suddenly sank, as if her aging body had exhausted its last bit of strength. Her vision went black, and she drifted away from this world in a dizzying spin.

Dying peacefully in her sleep was perhaps the ultimate care that God gave her after 95 years of suffering; allowing her to end her life without experiencing further pain and torment can be considered a reward for good deeds.

She suddenly realized that she was leaving this world. It was for the best; she wouldn't have to torment her children or suffer from illness. She felt at peace...

She felt herself begin to lighten, slowly rising into the air, her soul floating in mid-air, ethereal like a wisp of smoke slowly detaching from her original body, the objects around her blurring into streaks of light and shadow, flashing past silently and rapidly.

The road back is so long, it goes through a long, dark tunnel.

She didn't know if the exit led to hell or heaven, to endless darkness or a lush, verdant paradise...

Suddenly, the previously drifting soul seemed to abruptly gather again, attaching itself to a small body and slowly merging together. The body grew heavier and heavier, as if being enveloped by icy, surging waves, and sinking downwards with force.

Her previously lifeless and limp limbs suddenly felt a surge of boiling power coursing through them. Surrounded by surging waves, she instinctively stretched out her limbs and began to paddle, wondering: Why does this feel like being in water?

"Shi Huai'an, Shi Huai'an..." Many noisy voices shouted loudly through the water.

Who is calling me? Who is it? The jade pendant on her chest shone with a crystalline, glassy light.

She suddenly opened her eyes, somewhat surprised. It was the body of a vibrant child. Although the sense of danger and oppression was growing in her consciousness, her strength was also clearly increasing, completely different from the faint death aura she had felt before.

A cramp in her left leg left her in an awkward, immobile position, but it was a truly intense pain caused by life itself.

She tried to call for help, but immediately liquid rushed into her nose, mouth, ears, and eyes, and she was instantly submerged in a deep whirlpool. These sensations were so real, yet they aroused a desire to struggle for survival.

At this critical moment, a lithe figure darted across the distance like an arrow. He moved with incredible speed and agility, arriving beside Shi Huai'an in the blink of an eye.

Without hesitation, the boy reached out and steadily supported An'an's slender waist, as if holding a precious and fragile piece of porcelain. At the same time, he used his other hand to paddle forcefully towards the shore.

Shi Yaozu stretched out a long bamboo pole to them from the shore and shouted, "Grab the bamboo pole quickly, I'll pull you up."

Shi Huai'an glanced weakly at the handsome face of the young man in white, a flicker of surprise crossing his mind. Was he dreaming? How could it be him? He thought he'd never see him again…

She tried to call out, but no sound came out of her throat.

Huai'an was momentarily weak and exhausted, her face was pale, her braids were disheveled and flying wildly, and her dress billowed and bulged with the buoyancy of the water, making her look extremely frightening.

If the boy hadn't held her waist tightly, the weak and helpless original body would probably have slipped into the water.

Several adults rushed over from the shore and dragged the two of them ashore.

The intense sunlight gave Shi Huai'an a splitting headache and made him feel dizzy. He was dazed as someone kept patting his shoulders.

The boy took the white shirt handed to him by someone, and while putting it on, he shouted urgently to the crowd, "Scatter quickly, don't crowd together."

Huai'an had his eyes closed, his face was pale, and he was soaked in sweat. The crowd of onlookers offered various suggestions.

Shi Xiaoyan turned pale with fright, hiding behind the crowd and looking around in panic, muttering, "She won't die, she can definitely swim, she must have been lying to me, you've all been fooled!"

No one paid her any attention. Shi Xiaoyan was pushed out of the crowd and squatted on the ground crying. The surrounding noise seemed to be pointing and whispering about Xiaoyan.

Just then, a middle-aged man who seemed to have some rescue experience stepped forward and carefully helped Shi Huai'an lie down, trying to keep her in a flat position.

Meanwhile, the young man in white was not idle; he continued to perform chest compressions on Shi Huai'an. This action required extreme care and precision to ensure that Shi Huai'an could resume breathing and heartbeat.

Time ticked by, and everyone around watched anxiously, hoping Shi Huai'an would wake up soon. Finally, after some effort, Shi Huai'an's body began to respond. She couldn't help but vomit several mouthfuls of water that had entered her lungs, which relieved everyone's worries.

Just then, several adults, looking flustered, pushed through the crowd and rushed in.

Walking at the front, Shi Renmei looked to be in his fifties or sixties. He had thick, expressive eyebrows, large, bright eyes, and a healthy tan from years of working under the scorching sun. He was tall and sturdy, giving off a sense of stability and reliability. He wore a white cardigan, navy blue wide-legged trousers, and plastic sandals.

As soon as he entered, Shi Renmei grasped the white-clad boy's hand and repeatedly expressed his gratitude, then eagerly inquired about what had happened. His face showed a grave expression, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He then carefully examined Huai'an's physical condition.

The woman following behind had delicate features and was dressed simply. She should have been a gentle and charming woman, but at this moment her face was filled with anxiety and worry.

She rushed to An'an's side, knelt down, and pulled An'an into her arms. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out in a trembling voice, "An'an, don't frighten Mommy! Wake up..."

She held An'an's small body tightly, as if afraid that she would disappear if she let go. Her hand gently stroked An'an's face, and tears dripped onto her pale skin.

This person is Wang Xiuzhi, Shi Huai'an's adoptive mother.

She called An'an's name again and again, her voice filled with helplessness and despair, hoping to wake her from her slumber.

Another sturdy middle-aged man who looked very much like Shi Ren slapped Xiao Yan across the face after hearing the story from others, and cursed, "You reckless idiot, why don't you just die?"

Shi Xiaoyan screamed, covering her slapped face, and stammered as she cried, "Dad, I didn't mean to! I thought she could swim, I just wanted to play a joke on her..."

Shi Yaozu stood by, not daring to speak up for his sister, his heart and face filled with resentment towards Xiaoyan.

Wu Yue'e rushed forward with lightning speed, tightly shielding the wailing Xiaoyan behind her. At the same time, she shouted in her shrill voice, "Shi Renli, she's just a child! How could she be as bad as they say? What can you do besides act tough at home? If you're so capable, go out and fight those people!"

Seeing Wu Yue'e protecting her daughter like this, the people around couldn't help but start whispering and gossiping.

One older woman couldn't stand it anymore and said, "This is really too much. How can you spoil the child like this?"

Another man chimed in, "Yes, if this continues, her daughter will become increasingly unruly!"

Some people worriedly said, "Sigh, this kind of family environment is not good for a child's growth..."

Everyone chimed in, expressing their opinions and dissatisfaction.

However, Wu Yue'e seemed unconcerned about other people's opinions and gossip, still holding her daughter tightly, looking determined to protect her offspring.

Seeing his wife so protective of their daughter, Shi Renli felt a mix of anger and helplessness, and for a moment he didn't know how to react. He felt both angry and embarrassed, as if his weakness had been exposed in public. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, to vent his dissatisfaction and frustration.

So he could only squat down, trying to avoid the gaze of those around him; Shi Yaozu also stood by, at a loss, even though he had long expected that his father would compromise under his mother's domineering influence.

At this moment, Shi Huai'an moved slightly in Wang Xiuzhi's arms, a little water spilled from the corner of his mouth, and he coughed violently a couple of times.

She slightly opened her eyes and subconsciously looked at Wang Xiuzhi's crying face, uttering a weak and childish voice: "Mom... I'm fine... Don't cry..." A tear slid down her cheek, and then she felt dizzy again and fell into a deep sleep.

The person next to them had just breathed a sigh of relief when their heart started to race again. They kindly advised, "Mom, take the child home and let him lie down. Don't let him get heatstroke again. He should be alright."

Wang Xiuzhi hugged Shi Huai'an tightly, shaking her body frantically and shouting at the top of her lungs, "Huai'an, you're going to scare your mother to death!" Her voice was full of fear and anxiety, as if the whole world had collapsed at that moment.

Upon hearing his wife's cries, Shi Renmei rushed forward, bent down, and picked Huai'an up from Wang Xiuzhi's arms. He then said to his younger brother, Shi Renli, "Renli, hurry up and go find Wenbin and his brother to come and take a look. I'll take Huai'an home first."

Upon hearing this, Shi Renli seemed to wake up from a dream and, while running towards the street, replied, "Okay, brother and sister-in-law, don't worry, I'll call him right away to check Huai'an's pulse! He'll be fine!" After saying that, he disappeared into the crowd, as if racing against time.

Back home, Wang Xiuzhi felt a little more at ease, but she still stayed close to Shi Huai'an's bedside, constantly calling her name, hoping to wake her from her coma. Her eyes were full of tears, tears of deep worry and love for her daughter.

Time ticked by, and Shi Renli finally brought Shi Wenbin home. Shi Wenbin quickly examined Shi Huai'an, checking the whites of his eyes, pressing his abdomen, and taking his pulse.

Wang Xiuzhi and Shi's father stood by, anxiously watching Shi Wenbin's every move, filled with worry. It wasn't until Shi Wenbin told them that he was alright, that the fluid in his abdomen had been cleared, and that his breathing was even, and that he just needed to rest and recuperate for a while that they felt reassured.

The adults closed the door and left the bedroom, and the room became quiet.

On that sweltering afternoon, An'an was wrapped in several thin blankets and placed on the bed, shivering from the cold and feeling hot and cold all the while, and the white-clad boy who had saved her was nowhere to be found.

Shi Huai'an was delirious with fever, sometimes lucid and sometimes confused.

She heard a commotion outside the hall. The old house was partitioned with wooden planks, which had almost no soundproofing effect. The gaps between the planks could not stop the noise from all directions.

She heard her parents arguing with her aunt and uncle, the neighbor's child complaining, her aunt and uncle yelling at each other while the other tried to stop them, all mixed with Xiaoyan's wailing and howling...

Yeah, this world is just a giant makeshift operation...

But she didn't want to wake up easily.

Waking up at this point makes the situation seem too minor. My aunt is eloquent, and my parents are too kind and honest, so the matter could easily be glossed over.

Xiao Huai'an narrowly escaped death; we can't just let this go unpunished.

Although Shi Wenbin, a relative of the father, worked at a pharmacy and knew a little about medicine, after taking An'an's pulse, he diagnosed that An'an was in good health and had just been frightened. He said that after a few days of rest, An'an would be fine.

An'an was forced to drink a bowl of ginger and brown sugar water to ward off the cold. Her mind was clear, but she deliberately didn't wake up.

She secretly thought that as long as she didn't wake up, this matter couldn't be let go so easily. Anyway, she was exhausted after all this trouble, so she decided to take a nap first.