After transmigrating, I became a mother of three?!

Regardless of the outside world's turmoil, Tang Min continued practicing calligraphy as usual.

Three times already, it seems like her bodily memory has returned, and Tang Min's writing is becoming smoother and smoother, even to the point where she can be innovative.

"Master, how do you think my writing is this time?"

Tang Min, as if presenting a treasure, picked up the Xuan paper in her hand and handed it to Lu Yun to look at.

Lu Yun had no choice but to stop grinding the ink and examine it carefully.

"Hmm, it's getting better and better. You need to pay more attention to this arrangement. Remember, if you want your work to sell, it has to be pleasing to the eye, understand?"

"Oh, I see"

Tang Min answered obediently, nuzzling her face against Lu Yun's shoulder. It's so good to have your master around.

"Are you still writing?"

Lu Yun remembered that Tang Min was going to the art museum in the afternoon. She glanced at the inkstone and saw that there wasn't much ink left in it.

I want to write it when I get back this afternoon.

Okay, go and rest.

"okay"

Having spent the morning in the room, Tang Min was already itching to go out.

With Lu Yun's permission, she nodded and skipped out, leaving Lu Yun shaking her head indulgently and cleaning up the mess she had made.

In the courtyard, the sun was exceptionally bright. Tang Min opened her arms and greedily breathed in the outside air.

A thought suddenly flashed through her mind: Did the "original owner" also stay in her room all day and night, practicing like her?

Are they, like her, greedy for this moment of freedom?

As she spent more time in the Zeng family, she seemed to develop some resonance with the "original owner" of the body.

There are still some things she doesn't understand, and she can't tell anyone about them.

.........................

The weather seemed to be getting colder and colder. Tang Min, who had just gotten off the bus, hugged herself tightly and pulled her clothes close, afraid that even a gust of wind would get in.

"Phew, it's so much warmer inside."

Upon entering the art museum, Tang Min finally felt alive again.

"Boss, Miss Hua is waiting for you in her office."

"it is good"

The things I can't say to others, I can only tell Hua Manyan.

"Just kidding~~"

"Alright, stop pretending."

Hua Manyan pushed Tang Min away with disgust and tried to break free from her embrace.

"Tell me, what's wrong?"

"Can't I just miss you?"

Hua Manyan rolled her eyes so hard they almost reached the sky. Missing her? Who would believe that? They had just met.

"If you don't tell me, I'm leaving."

Tang Min quickly grabbed Hua Manyan's arm, which was pretending to leave, and shook it coquettishly.

"I'll talk, I'll talk, please sit down."

Tang Min told Hua Manyan everything she heard in her mind.

"You said you heard that person's voice again?!"

Unexpectedly, Hua Manyan was even more shocked than she was, covering her mouth and looking at her in disbelief.

Tang Min could understand why the others were so excited, but why was Hua Manyan so agitated? It wasn't like she hadn't told her what had happened before.

"Yes"

Tang Min looked at Hua Manyan strangely.

Wow! You really remembered?

"I remember now, oh no, I heard it!"

Tang Min was so confused by Hua Manyan's behavior that she gave the wrong answer for a moment.

"Baby, listen to me, is it possible that what you heard wasn't just something you heard, but a real memory that exists in your mind?"

Hua Manyan gripped Tang Min's arm tightly, speaking excitedly.

She knew Tang Min would remember eventually; it was just a matter of time.

Previously, I only had vague sounds and occasional physical memories, but this time I can hear them so clearly. Doesn't that mean I've remembered?

Tang Min sighed and pried open Hua Manyan's fingers. Manyan had started talking nonsense too.

This body belongs to the "original owner," so of course it contains the memories in her mind. Could it be hers?

well..........

I thought I could get some useful information from this commentary, but now it seems that's completely impossible.

Hua Manyan knew that Tang Min didn't believe her and thought she was just a soul temporarily staying in this body, so she didn't care about Tang Min's eye roll.

Since Minmin's memories can be restored through the stimulation of events, could we take advantage of this?

Hua Manyan and the others had the same idea.

"Don't worry, calm down. If this person comes back, you won't be able to see me again."

Tang Min tried to bring back Hua Manyan's last bit of rationality.

But the thought that she will be leaving soon makes me a little reluctant to let her go.

She couldn't bear to part with the three little ones, her master, Manyan, or anyone who had been kind to her here.

"Minmin, I'm perfectly clear-headed. Do you remember? I told you that person would never come back, and you are that person."

Look, Manyan is talking nonsense again.

Tang Min had no choice but to move away from Hua Manyan, sit down to the side, and pick up the snacks on the table to play with.

If the original owner doesn't come back, how can she go back? She still prefers her little corner of the world; it's so comfortable there.

Tang Min tried hard to recall the small room she used to live in. Although it was small, it was fully equipped and had everything she needed. It was very cozy, and although her job was tedious, it was stable.

By all accounts, her life seemed peaceful and happy. She had no desire to face this challenge or that challenge every day here; it was exhausting.

Tang Min suddenly remembered her past ambitions. She was determined to lie down and live a peaceful life, but now she has caused so much trouble. Alas, plans really can't keep up with changes.

Sometimes, she really wanted to be a little willful and irresponsible, dealing with things like the TFBOYS and the art museum.

"Minmin, you have to believe me. You, Tang Min! are the person you thought you were."

Hua Manyan looked into Tang Min's eyes and spoke with an air of seriousness, her words full of sincerity, trying her best to make Tang Min believe her.

"impossible"

"Why is it impossible? Think about it, why doesn't that voice appear in other people's hands? It's only here with you. As soon as you picked up the pen, you felt the touch, and many things inexplicably felt familiar."

Tang Min gradually stopped turning the pastries and listened attentively to Hua Manyan's analysis.

"Think again, how much of what you call memory do you actually have?"

Hua Manyan simply laid everything out, revealing all her previous speculations.

"My memory?"

Tang Min muttered to herself.

"I'm an administrative specialist at a company. When I first 'time-traveled' here, the company was holding its year-end party, and I was in charge of it. I live in a small rented room, which is small but cozy and warm, and also..."

what else?

Tang Min's eyes gradually became unfocused. What else? What memories did she still have?

"Are you living alone at home? Who are your parents? What about your colleagues?"

Hua Manyan pressed on relentlessly, asking questions step by step.

My parents? Who are my parents?

Tang Min held her head in her hands, muttering to herself repeatedly, unable to recall anything.

Who exactly is she, and where did she come from?

Hua Manyan looked at Tang Min's helpless expression with heartache, but at this moment she had to harden her heart. Several months had passed, and finally there was a glimmer of hope. She didn't want to miss it.

She and Tang Min grew up together, and ever since the day Tang Min lost her memory, she had been hoping that she could recover.

Now, finally, that day has arrived...