The beautiful president loves me alone

On the way, he kept recalling the scenes of his previous life.

What he can be sure of is that at this time in his previous life, Yan Jinbai was definitely not dead.

Of course, many things that are happening today are out of his control.

For example, in his previous life, he didn't know that he was not the real "Xu Tian" until his death, and Tang Bingyan didn't disappear suddenly, and she had been presiding over the overall situation in the Tang family.

But after rebirth, many things have changed.

His rebirth would produce a butterfly effect, which Xu Tian had already prepared for.

But this time, Yan Jinbai's death seemed a little too off track.

As far as he knew, Yan Jinbai had always been in good health, and he had never heard of any sudden illness in his previous life. How could a healthy middle-aged man die suddenly?

Just as the taxi was about to enter the main road in front of Yan's old house, a wild cat suddenly sprang out in front of it.

"Damn it!" The driver cursed and had to slam on the brakes.

Xu Tian, ​​who was sitting in the back row, didn't pay attention and bumped into the back of the front seat.

"Sir, are you okay?" The driver looked back nervously at Xu Tian who was sitting in the back seat, "I'm sorry, a cat jumped out of the front."

"It's okay." Xu Tian waved his hand, the violent impact on his forehead made him a little dazed.

However, just when he had just adjusted his sitting posture, there was a sharp stabbing pain in his head, as if an invisible needle pierced his brain directly from his temple.

Xu Tian gritted his teeth and pressed his head on the seat in front of him, trying to relieve the sudden pain.

In a trance, many fragmented memories flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, but these fragments were too fragmented, making it impossible for him to piece together a coherent memory.

He saw a little boy standing in the martial arts field full of wooden stakes, and in the distance was an old man in white clothes with wrinkled faces.

"Grandpa, why don't my parents come to see me?"

The little boy's tone was a little aggrieved and a little frustrated.

"It's impossible for them to come to see you." The old man in white looked at the little boy seriously, "You will live with me from now on."

"Why don't they come, don't they want me?" The little boy continued to ask him.

"They are all dead, you have no other relatives in this world except me."

"what?"

The little boy was stunned, and it took two seconds before he burst into tears.

"Grandpa, you lied, my parents will not die, and neither will my family!"

"Why are you crying? A man can't cry!" Seeing the little boy crying, the old man reprimanded him with a straight face instead of comforting him.

"In the future, if I see you cry again, I will practice [-] more push-ups, run [-] kilometers fast, and you will not be allowed to eat or rest until you finish!"

"The only person you can rely on is yourself. You have to grow up quickly. Do you understand me?"

"Understood...understood."

The little boy wiped away his tears and looked at the old man in white with half understanding. Then the old man in white took his hand and led him to the outside of the training ground.

When he walked out of the martial arts training ground, all the pictures stopped abruptly as soon as he saw the scene outside.

Xu Tian shook his head vigorously, and when the tingling pain in his temple gradually disappeared, he leaned against the back seat of the taxi as if exhausted.

He can be sure that those pictures just now are his childhood memories, and the little boy in the picture is almost exactly the same as his childhood appearance.

Xu Tian still remembered what the little boy called the old man in white in the picture. That old man in white should be his grandfather.

And the style of the martial arts training ground seems to be very similar to the traditional martial arts gym of the martial arts family here in Huaxia. The rows of simple and simple buildings outside the martial arts hall should be the traditional ancient buildings in City A that he had visited before on a business trip.

In other words, he and his grandfather should both be Chinese, living in City A since childhood, and through the conversation between himself and his grandfather, he can also know that he has no other family members except his grandfather.

Xu Tian sighed a little disappointed.

Unexpectedly, even the real self has no parents, no other family members except grandpa.

But the fragments he recalled just now were too limited, so he didn't remember what happened to his parents and family members before they all passed away.

Originally, because of memory transplantation and overwriting, Xu Tian had given up hope for his original memory, but he did not expect that the taxi driver's sudden brake made him accidentally recall sporadic fragments of his own memory.

Maybe he didn't think of this before, because he firmly believed in Xu Tian's identity. Once he learned the truth, his intense exploration of his true identity would allow him to gradually recover the part of his memory that originally belonged to him.

After all, operations such as memory formatting and transplantation have not been recognized by the world's medical community, so many accidents will definitely occur in actual operations.

Knowing that his lost memories are likely to be retrieved, Xu Tian was looking forward to it, but he was suddenly told that he had also lost his parents and family members, and this news made him unable to face it.

Because of Xu Tian's experience and Xu's family's attitude towards him, he longed for a complete family. He originally thought that he might reunite with his real family in his lifetime, but now he has to accept that he has no other family members except his grandfather, and the only one. His grandfather's whereabouts were also unknown, and his life and death were uncertain, which made him unable to calm down for a while.

Soon, the taxi arrived at Yan's old house. Xu Tian managed to suppress the complicated emotions in his heart, and after transferring the money to the driver, he opened the door and got off.

When he walked to the door, he saw Yan Qingxue who also just got off the car. Yan Qingxue saw that his expression was not good, and asked with concern: "Xu Tian, ​​are you feeling unwell?"

"No, I didn't sleep well last night." Xu Tian rubbed the center of his brows, pulled himself together and said in a low voice, "Did the godmother call you too?"

"Yes, it woke me up early in the morning, but Xu Tian, ​​don't you think this is very strange? The Yan family will go for medical examinations on time every year, and my second uncle has always been in good health. How could he suddenly die in the Are you home?" Yan Qingxue whispered in Xu Tian's ear mysteriously.

"And I heard from my mother that he died in his own bed. If it was really a sudden illness, wouldn't anyone in the entire Yan family find out?"

"Let's go in and have a look first." Xu Tian also felt that this matter was very strange.

As soon as the two walked into the Yan family's old house, they could feel the oppressive atmosphere inside. The two walked quickly inside, and they could still hear a few cries from time to time.

The servant opened the door for them, and as soon as the two walked into the living room, they heard Second Aunt Yan crying.

"Mom, you should also pay attention to your body. You must not fall down again at this time!" Yan Hongyu comforted Second Aunt Yan's arm softly.