Chapter 2

A glance can bring us face to face, a step can feel like a heavy city, the one we love is separated by mountains and seas, and the mountains and seas cannot be leveled.

In life, there are many difficult times to endure: leaving school and entering society, seeing the person you like with someone else, when no one around you believes in you, when you are sad and need company but are alone, when you see your family and friends in trouble but are powerless to help, and when you have to lie to someone important.

And then, when you have endured all of these, perhaps we have become a different person.

People always say that when faced with a choice, you must try, even if you can't prove that you can, you must prove that you cannot. Only then can life be complete.

But in reality, life is a continuous series of choices, left or right, sunshine on your face, rain on your head, and in the end, what remains is endless regret and remorse.

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Endless darkness came, accompanied by a pain in the head as if being pricked by needles.

"Perhaps, this is the punishment of death."

Such a thought flashed through his mind, and Zhao Fusheng struggled to open his eyes, only to see a white ceiling.

Life has two major pitfalls: one is living for others to see, and the other is watching others live. To avoid these pitfalls, one must live a true and authentic life.

This was something Zhao Fusheng had read in a book a long time ago, and he had liked it very much at the time.

But now, he was a bit confused.

Because at this moment, Zhao Fusheng could clearly feel that he was still in the home he remembered.

Was the dream not over?

Such a thought flashed through his mind, and Zhao Fusheng shook his head, the throbbing pain in his head making him think he was still suffering from a hangover.

Using his hand to prop himself up, he sat up and tried not to fall over. Zhao Fusheng wobbled to the window, pushed it open, and saw a sea of green.

The warm sunlight on his body made him feel drowsy and want to sleep.

"Gentle stars should move you, I am behind you, setting up a sky for you... accompanying you to watch the meteor shower, falling on this earth, letting your tears fall on my shoulder. Believe in my love, I can only be brave for you, you will see, where happiness lies."

The song, which seemed familiar yet endearing, came from some child nearby.

But at this moment, Zhao Fusheng was stunned.

After a long time, his eyes suddenly widened, and he suddenly thought of a possibility that only existed in movies and novels.

Could it be that he had been reborn?

Like a drum beating heavily in his chest, Zhao Fusheng's breathing became rapid.

Turning around, he walked toward the bedroom door.

In the living room, his mother was consoling Mr. Fan's wife. Zhao Fusheng remembered her name was Li Yuan, his mother's high school classmate.

On the sofa was Mr. Fan's young daughter, three-year-old Fan Beibei.

Wearing a pink dress and white shoes, the little girl, like a doll, sat there like an angelic spirit fallen from heaven.

Her crystal-clear big eyes widened the moment Zhao Fusheng appeared. She waved her small, white hands, wobbled to her feet, and stumbled over to Zhao Fusheng, hugging his leg.

"Guo Guo, Guo Guo..."

Three-year-old Fan Beibei, still a bit unclear in her speech, even had a hint of baby talk.

Zhao Fusheng quickly picked her up and looked at his mother, "Mom, what's the date today?"

Mrs. Zhao gave her son a strange look, feeling that he was acting strangely, but still answered patiently, "June 6th, what's wrong?"

"Which year?"

"1999. What's wrong with you? Why are you talking nonsense today?"

The conversation ended, but Zhao Fusheng's heart was in turmoil.

Perhaps everyone has thought about what their life would be like if they could live it again.

But if that day really comes, how many people can remain calm?

The older we get, the less we are adept at taking care of our souls. The body carries the burden forward, while the soul weeps in hiding. Even if the journey is filled with fog and cliffs, you must still go forward; even if the river is shrouded in mist and the ferry is distant, you must still cross to the other side.

"Jingyi, I'll go back first." Li Yuan glanced at Zhao Fusheng and said to Mrs. Zhao, whose full name was Zhang Jingyi.

"Ah, Yuan, bear with it a bit longer, everything will be better in the future."

Mrs. Zhao glared at her son and turned to comfort her friend.

Li Yuan smiled bitterly, with a hint of sorrow, "I can't even see the present, let alone the future..."

These words felt like a heavy blow, causing Zhao Fusheng's heart to ache. If he remembered correctly, a month later, Li Yuan left home with her young daughter, and no one knew where they went.

Gently stroking the little girl's head, Zhao Fusheng said to Li Yuan, "Aunt Li, why don't you file for divorce? At least you can keep the house."

When a person looks forward, it's impossible to connect the dots, but only in retrospect can the pieces be put together. One must believe that these pieces will connect in the future, and one must believe in one's courage, purpose, life, and destiny.

This process doesn't lead to despair; it only makes life more unique.

Sometimes, what we need is just a bit of determination and a different perspective on problems.

Li Yuan was stunned by Zhao Fusheng's words, glanced at Fan Beibei in his arms, and silently left the Zhao family. Mrs. Zhao glared at her son and whispered, "You, meddling in other people's business, what will you do when they come asking for money?"

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, suddenly remembering something he had almost forgotten.

It seemed that he had taken on Mr. Fan's 50,000 yuan gambling debt.

"Shit!"

A thousand harmonious beasts ran through his mind, and Zhao Fusheng felt terrible.

He thought it was just a dream, and that's why he had been so bold.

But he never expected it to be real!

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Fusheng tried to stand straight. Before he could speak, Mrs. Zhao had already gone to the Fan family to help Li Yuan clean up the mess left by the debt collectors.

"Guo Guo, what's wrong?" The little girl's soft voice sounded.

Zhao Fusheng bent down and kissed Fan Beibei's forehead, saying softly, "Beibei, what do you think is the happiest thing in the world?"

Fan Beibei blinked her big, innocent eyes, bit her finger, and thought for a long time before saying, "Of course, it's having endless money."

"Ha ha!"

Zhao Fusheng burst out laughing, never expecting to hear such an answer from this little girl.

"You're right, the happiest thing in the world is not worrying about money." He stroked the little girl's head and turned on the TV, intending to let Beibei watch some cartoons.

For a child of her age, cartoons are undoubtedly a powerful tool to make them quiet.

"Black Bear Police Chief?"

Zhao Fusheng looked at this strange cartoon and felt terrible. What was this thing?

If he remembered correctly, this should be the plot of "Black Cat Police Chief," which he had watched as a child.

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Fusheng tried to calm down, picked up the remote control, and started changing channels. But as he changed channels, he noticed the brand of the TV, and his pupils contracted.

"Feitian brand?"

If he remembered correctly, the TV at home should be a Konka brand.

"Famous director Ma Dajun's latest work 'Military Flag Flying' has grossed over 100 million yuan."

"Pop diva Zhou Feifei's romance ends, may choose to retire to heal."

"Recently, US President Arthur announced economic sanctions on South Korea to punish the ban on US beef imports."

"Nobel Prize in Physics winner, renowned Chinese-American scientist Professor Yang Zhenning, announced his return to China to spend his retirement."

Zhao Fusheng frantically pressed the remote control, trying to find traces of the world he remembered.

However, everything in the news, even the advertisements, seemed familiar yet different to Zhao Fusheng.

He thought he had been reborn, but it turned out that history had taken a slight turn at some point, and everything had changed, some things had, and some had not.

Sitting there, Zhao Fusheng felt a bit lost.

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