The Lin family's little boy returns to being eight years old, taking his family to new heights.

Winter nights are always exceptionally cold. A gust of cold wind blows, making the unlit intersection seem even more eerie and adding a touch of dread.

Lin Xi shrank her neck and wrapped her down jacket tighter around herself.

Looking at the dimly lit neon lights on the street, unable to flash a single complete word, my eyes sparkled as if they had been reddened by the wind.

In the past, when she walked along this path, she would always quicken her pace, cursing in her heart that it was bad enough that there were no traffic lights, but there wasn't even a street lamp.

She wasn't afraid of the dark, but rather of windy nights.

I always feel that when the wind blows at night, something strange will follow me.

But she stopped being afraid when there was no light left in the house.

This once terrifying and gloomy path is nothing special now.

Didn't someone say that the ghost you're afraid of might be someone else's beloved relative?

She preferred to blend into the darkness, hoping that she might be able to see her family whom she longed for day and night.

The girl's pale face defiantly faced the cold wind, her eyes vacant, as she slowly walked forward.

However, just as they reached the middle of the intersection, the roar of a motorcycle came from afar.

The roar grew closer and closer. Whether it was the cold wind that made her stiff or she was frightened, she remained motionless, as if frozen in place, watching the distant lights and the roaring sound approach until they enveloped her.

The moment I was thrown to the ground felt like an eternity, so long that it felt like I had relived my entire life.

Until the very end, the thought that came to her mind was: "I knew it, this road can't function without traffic lights."

However, she didn't notice that before the motorcycle arrived, a golden, diamond-shaped ball of light flashed into her mind.

The small room contained only a bed and a set of worn-out wooden table and chairs.

The soft, orange lighting and pink sheets create a warm and inviting atmosphere.

Lying on the bed was a little girl with a flushed face and a thin figure; her thin clothes seemed to blend into the bed sheet.

Three people were crammed together on the edge of the bed, all with worried expressions.

"Dayuan, why isn't Xiaoxi awake yet? She's been sleeping all afternoon."

At the bedside, Lin Guiying spoke softly with a face full of tenderness and love, as if afraid of waking the sleeping little girl.

Lin Guojun stretched out his wrinkled and cracked hand, carefully touched his forehead, and sighed, "Still burning up. Even Master Ma's methods aren't working."

Lin Xi felt pain and weakness all over her body, as if her body had fallen apart.

My head was spinning, and I could hear whispers around me.

“I told you it was a scam. You keep falling for it. Burning paper money by the bedside, burning paper money at the crossroads. If you’re sick, you should go to the hospital. This old man can only fool senile old men like you.”

The old lady rolled her eyes at the old man, then looked at the silent middle-aged man at the foot of the bed, pondered for a long time, and said, "Dayuan, do you think Xiaoxi... might end up like her mother..."

Before he could finish speaking, the other two men's expressions turned serious.

Lin Dayuan pursed his pale lips. "Mom, I'll take Xiaoxi to the hospital tomorrow."

"Okay, okay, let's get a full body check-up, that will put our minds at ease."

The kind and gentle voice rang out again, but Lin Xi was struck dumb!

What's going on?! Did he hallucinate before he died?!

She heard her grandmother's and father's voices; their conversation was so real and clear, as if it were right next to her ear.

She desperately tried to open her eyes to see what was going on, but her eyelids felt like old, sluggish machinery, heavy and sluggish.

It seemed like an eternity before the heavy double eyelids slowly opened, and the blurry image gradually became clear.

What comes into view are the walls, some of which are peeling, the white walls are slightly yellowed, and there are some colorful graffiti on them.

Isn't this my bedroom?

His eyes rolled to the right and suddenly trembled. Was it Grandma?

The grandmother in front of me had full cheeks and a rosy complexion. Her thick silver hair was neatly combed back, and she looked as clean and presentable as before she was hospitalized, and she was full of energy.

She hadn't seen her grandmother like this for a very long time. In her last memory, her grandmother lay lifeless on the hospital bed, her white hair as sparse and messy as withered grass, her cheeks sunken, and her deep-set eyes empty and lifeless.

But when he saw her, he mustered his strength and smiled kindly. His thin, bony hands gently patted the back of her hand, trying to soothe her panic and helplessness.

Just as Lin Xi was in a daze, the old man's cloudy eyes suddenly brightened, and he said with surprise, "Granddaughter is awake! Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?" He asked while gently patting the back of the girl's hand.

It's warm, and a little rough; this familiar feeling feels so real!

"Oh dear, is this child feverish? Xiaoxi, don't cry. Tell Grandma where it hurts."

Lin Guiying looked at her granddaughter, whose eyes were blurry with tears, and was extremely anxious.

"Ying, Ying, go get some canned yellow peaches for the child. He hasn't eaten all day, he's probably hungry."

Was that Grandpa's voice? My gaze shifted, and the old man in front of me had dark skin and a sparse, white beard that trembled as he spoke.

His back was slightly hunched, but he tried his best to straighten it, and his head was slightly raised.

Not that sickly old man in the hospital bed.

Grandma always says that although your grandpa is hunchbacked, he has never lowered his head.

By the way, Grandpa and Grandma are very loving.

Grandpa always called Grandma by her nickname, Ying-ying, all the time. He called her that his whole life, and he wouldn't listen to anyone but Grandma.

The gaze shifted again.

At the foot of the bed was my father, who used to be a man of few words. He was tall and upright, with slightly graying temples, but not a single white hair on his head, and life had not bent his back.

In her hasty previous life, she was self-righteous and never understood this middle-aged man burdened with heavy responsibilities.

It wasn't until his truck overturned and he perished in the fire on the highway that he realized what he had lost.

Only a few seconds had passed, but Lin Xi's mind was in turmoil, with the scene before her eyes constantly intertwining with her past memories.

Pain, surprise, guilt, elation, and endless longing...

When she confirmed that her family members beside her bed were alive and healthy, she could no longer hold back her tears, which streamed down her face uncontrollably.

"Grandpa and Grandma, I miss you so much! Dad, Dad, I miss you so much! I'm so sorry, sob sob sob..."

She wanted to shout, but no sound came out. She screamed wildly in her heart, tears flowing silently, soaking a pillow.

This terrified the family members sitting by the bed.

Grandma Lin hastily wiped away the girl's tears, saying, "Don't cry, don't cry."

Grandpa Lin called out anxiously, "Xiao Xi, Xiao Xi, what's wrong? Are you hungry?"

Mr. Lin didn't know what to say, looking anxious and at a loss.

"I want to eat canned yellow peaches."

A childish and hoarse voice rang out, each word deliberate and slurred, like an old gramophone, tinged with a slight sob.

She was finally able to speak, but her body and soul seemed to be separated, requiring focused consciousness to control them.

The man at the foot of the bed seemed to finally realize what he could do, and immediately agreed, then rushed out of the room in a hurry.

Lin Guojun's wrinkles smoothed out, and he looked relaxed. "Hey, I knew it! The child must be hungry. He hasn't eaten all day, he's so hungry that he's crying like this."

Then he reached out and touched Lin Xi's forehead.

"Hmm, it's not so hot anymore, the fever should have subsided. What else would you like to eat, Xiaoxi?"

The little girl stared intently at her family by the bedside, sobbing as she said, "I still want to eat dumplings." Her voice was still hoarse, but it had gained a bit of energy.

"Alright, alright, stop crying, you've ruined your face. I'll go make it for you right away, old man, come on, let's do it together, it'll be faster."

Lin Guiying deftly pulled Grandpa Lin out of the house.

Footsteps were mixed with muffled grumbling, "Oh dear, every day, I need someone to help me cook, I can't do it without you."

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