Aoba Office

I am packing more and more things, but my suitcase cannot fit in them, so I have to pick and choose. After doing this, I kept helping my sister pack things until about eleven o'clock. My father came over to remind us that the three of us, mother and son, had gone to bed before it was over.

After I washed up, I went to bed directly.

Half asleep and half awake, I heard a piece of melodious music.

I seemed to be walking, but after a few steps, I stopped and reached out to grab something.

"Which one?"

A girl's voice.

But not my sister's.

"express delivery."

"Well, we shouldn't have anything to collect..."

"503, Ma Guoping, is this your family?"

"Oh. Wait a minute, I'll open the door."

My brain seemed to be struck by lightning, and I woke up immediately.

The view lit up, showing the open door and a man in a courier uniform.

"Sign for it."

A package was handed over. The tentacles feel slightly hard.

Sign, say thank you, goodbye, close the door.

"What express?" a voice came from the kitchen.

"It's daddy's express delivery." The girl answered.

Not long after, there was the sound of a key opening the door.

Director Ma's familiar face appeared in view, but his expression was much softer than usual.

"Why are you standing at the door? What did you buy?" Director Ma asked while changing his shoes. The sound is also very soft.

"It's your thing." The girl replied.

"Mine? What is mine?" Director Ma was surprised.

His current state should be very relaxed, and his expression is more vivid and varied than when he was in the unit.

Handing the package over, Director Ma curiously watched as he opened the plastic bag outside.

A black hard-cover copy appeared in view.

I felt the body tremble.

"What is this?" Director Ma muttered, walking towards the living room with his notebook.

My eyes followed Director Ma and saw him opening his notebook. He heard a surprised sound and the sound of turning pages.

"You're back. Who sent you something?" A woman came out of the kitchen. While wiping her hands, she walked towards Director Ma and looked up at me. "Linlin, why are you so stunned?"

Director Ma also looked over and replied: "I don't know who it is, and I didn't write a name." He looked down at the shipping information on the plastic bag, "This seems to be my notebook from college."

The woman said "Ah", "Is it from your old classmate? Who is it?"

"I don't know. I don't know who it is. This note seems to be mine. I may have lent it to someone else at that time." Director Ma laughed, looked at me, then at the woman, "My My grades are good now, and I am among the top ten in the class. Many people borrowed my notes.”

"Just blow it. I've cooked the food. You can help me carry it. Linlin, stop standing there stupidly and go get the dishes and chopsticks." The woman rolled her eyes and said to Director Ma, "Wash your hands." . This express bag is the dirtiest.”

"I know, I know." Director Ma agreed and put the notebook on the coffee table.

I felt that my brain was muddled, as if something emerged from the depths of my memory, stirring it up and washing away my consciousness.

Uncontrollably, he walked towards the coffee table. His hands were shaking a little, but he still picked up the notebook.

The small piece of paper on the cover, the blurry writing.

Edge wear, some rough texture.

After opening it, the first page is blank, and then there are neat handwriting and dense records.

Turn a few more pages and you'll see graffiti in the margins.

My heart seemed to have been hit.

It’s not what I feel, it’s another person’s strong emotion.

There is a feeling of "that's it" and a bit of "relief".

found it……

In every sense of the word…

"Linlin, let's eat first."

"Those were high school mathematics notes. I have almost forgotten them now. I was very good at high school mathematics at that time. If you have to study them after college, you will know how difficult it is."

"Okay, okay, don't brag to your daughter."

Familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar people, familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar conversations...

My brain is still very confused, as if I am dreaming. Sometimes I know who I am and that I am dreaming, and sometimes I am immersed in it.

"Linlin, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Did you cry when you read Dad's notes? What's wrong?"

The two men surrounded me and stared at me with concern and confusion.

The heart is contracting, contracting to the point of pain.

I was so excited that I felt completely separated from the person I possessed. But the emotions were still coming to her.

It's not love, nor regret, it's a mixed feeling.

I turned around and looked at the girl.

"What's wrong, you kid?" The woman touched the girl's forehead, "What's wrong with you?"

"No. It's just that I didn't expect..." the girl said dryly.

"Your dad went to college and was a good student. Didn't you expect that you wouldn't need to shed tears?" The woman laughed.

Director Ma seemed a little angry, and when he spoke, he had a helpless tone, "What are you doing? Isn't it bad that your father is a college student? Is it embarrassing for you? I still have a master's degree."

"Don't talk about that kind of night school literary appointment." The woman said, hugging the girl's shoulders.

"What kind of night school is it? Is it a regular university? Minkyung University!"

"You're not a full-time graduate student from Minkyung University. Aren't you a graduate student from one of Minkyung University's branches?"

"That's also a master's degree from Minkyung University, okay?"

I watched the girl lower her head and remain silent.

Ruan Yuxia...

This is really...

I do not know how to put it. My current mood is similar to Ruan Yuxia.

This may not be a coincidence, but an inevitability.

Ruan Yuxia was reincarnated as Director Ma's daughter. The owner of the notebook she has been looking for is Director Ma. On the day when the notebook was delivered to the original owner, Ruan Yuxia also thought of her previous life.

Is this what Chen Xiaoqiu felt strange?

My thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

No, that's not the point!

I dreamed of Ruan Yuxia!

No, no, I dreamed about Director Ma’s daughter!

When I thought about this, I felt like my heart skipped a beat.

The objects in my dreams...the objects in my dreams are all dead.

This girl...

died?

I looked at her in disbelief.

She was brought to the dining table by her mother, wiped away her tears, and ate without feeling satisfied.

Director Ma seems to have a very good relationship with his wife, and he also loves his daughter very much.

Ruan Yuxia suddenly remembered her previous life, and she probably wasn't used to it yet.

This scene is a bit warm no matter how you look at it.

But……

After the meal, Ruan Yuxia went back to her room and lay on the bed blankly.

"It's really...ah..." Ruan Yuxia covered her face, "How could this happen!"

She complained slightly.

I could feel that her girlish feelings for Director Ma were gone, and her current mood was the same as when I saw Director Ma, a subtle embarrassment.

She didn't sleep well at night, and when she woke up the next day, Director Ma and his wife had already gone to work. There is a note on the dining table. They left porridge for her in the rice cooker.

After Ruan Yuxia finished her breakfast, she caught a glimpse of the notebook on the coffee table and walked over to pick it up.

She could already recite the contents of the notebook by heart.

Seeing it again, Ruan Yuxia's eyes couldn't help but turn red.

She was not crying about Director Ma at the moment, but she was crying about herself.

I picked up on the thoughts in her head. She thought of her previous life and her parents.

Wiping tears, she put down her notebook and took out her cell phone.

She couldn't press her finger and struggled for a while before opening the browser and searching for the name "Ruan Yuxia".

Some scattered information popped up on the web page, but nothing about her.

"That's right..." Ruan Yuxia lowered her eyes and searched for the names of her parents in her previous life and the address of her hometown. Those are all anonymous things, leaving no records on the Internet.

Ruan Yuxia collapsed on the sofa, slowly sliding down, her head resting on the armrest. She fingered her phone and searched for the ticket information. The destination was her hometown.

However, she didn't just embark on the journey. After staring at the web page for a long time, her eyes moved to the notebook, then back again. She stayed in a daze for a while before sitting up from the sofa.

She changed her clothes, picked up her bag, and left home.