After the adopted daughter of a wealthy family was reborn, everyone was cremated

It rained yesterday, and the wind blowing in through the window in the early morning brought a bit of coolness.

In the elegantly decorated restaurant, the servant gently replaced the table flowers in the bottle.

An Ran held her fork, crossed her legs, and looked at the salad on the plate absently.

"Did you hear what I just said?" Mrs. An was originally unhappy because her daughter had lost her temper in the past few days and did not want to participate in the piano competition. Seeing this scene, she directly emphasized her tone, "Anran, pay attention to your deportment!"

An Jing, who was eating breakfast seriously, looked up at An Ran across from her. Seeing her pale face and incomprehensible expression, he poured a glass of warm water and put it in front of her, "Baby, what are you thinking about?"

The eighteen-year-old boy started to care about people, his voice was clear and gentle, An Ran couldn't help but trembled when he heard it, "An Jing... are you dead too?"

What did the lady say?

The restaurant fell silent for a moment.

"An Ran, why are you so vicious, cursing your brother so early in the morning!" Mrs. An slapped An Ran backhand, obviously very angry.

The servant who was changing the flowers was so frightened that he didn't pay attention. The vase in his hand was rolled off the corner table by several overly long flower branches.

It fell to the ground with a "pop-" sound and shattered all over the ground.

An Ran has been more afraid of pain than most people since she was a child, and her adoptive mother used all her strength to slap her. Her face quickly became red and swollen, which looked particularly scary against her snow-white skin.

An Jing looked at it with pain and was also shocked.

He quickly stood between his sister and mother, "Mom, the baby may have just woken up and is talking nonsense because of unclear thinking. Don't be angry."

"It's not intentional, so I can curse you?!"

Mrs. An was still angry after giving An Ran a slap, and now she was throwing the tableware in front of her with a clattering sound.

Mom is the ancestor of the family, the one-and-done queen. No one can touch her except grandma.

An Jing knew that she always only spoke her own truth and could not listen to anything else said, let alone being angry now.

He had no choice but to turn around and gently slap his sister on the back of the head, who was sitting motionless on the chair, "I see you've made mom so angry, apologize to her quickly."

After patting An Ran on the head, he turned around and said to Mrs. An, "Mom, are you still angry? I'll help you beat her together."

Only then did Mrs. An stop throwing the tableware.

She glared at An Ran, "You're still standing there, are your feet stuck?"

An Jing's intervention gave An Ran time to sort out her thoughts.

She looked up at the upright young man in front of her, and remembered that her memory still lingered on the day of her death, which was in the middle of summer.

The lotus flowers in the pond less than fifty meters away from Jiangbei's old house are in full bloom, adding a touch of gentle beauty to this simple village.

Her biological father, mother and biological brother, whom she had only recognized ten years ago, were all dressed in white. They knelt and sat beside her body, crying so hard that they could not breathe. The wrinkled clothes of the three of them were rolled off. Soaked with sweat.

Her body was covered with a layer of white linen cloth as new as snow, and was placed smoothly on the cement floor in the hall of the old house.

The white ceiling fan above the head is rattling, fanning the wind. In front of it are seven glasses of water and three lit incense sticks. The yellow paper on the silver-black stainless steel plate is burning brightly, one after another, from After she closed her eyes completely, the fire never let up.

The hall becomes a mourning hall.

She became a piao, sitting on the beam on the roof of the old house, looking at everything around her in surprise and silence.

Then all this appeared in front of me——

"Baby." An Jing coaxed Mrs. An for a long time. Before his sister came over to apologize to her mother, he turned to look at her, only to see the girl's face full of tears.

"What's wrong? Does it hurt? You're crying like this." He hurriedly took out a tissue from the napkin box next to him to wipe his sister's tears, but found that the tears on his sister's face seemed to have burst and could not be wiped away, "No Cry, be good.”

Mrs. An had been coaxed by her son, but when she saw her adopted daughter crying like this, she exploded again, "Why are you crying? Did I allow you to cry? If you said that, a slap in the face would be considered a light thing. You still feel wronged to me." Return after getting on."

"An Jing?" The touch of the tissue on his face was so real that An Ran couldn't help but want to reach out and touch him to see if he was real or fake.

This time, he encountered a hand with distinct joints, and his palm felt hot.

The boy's hands were always warm, as if there was always a fire burning in his body that would not go out.

Looking at An Jing, who was slim and still looked like a handsome young man in front of her, An Ran's hands trembled slightly. She felt that everything at the moment was so unreal.

"Are you serious?" She looked up at An Jing and murmured.

"Am I not real or fake?" An Jing picked up his other hand and touched An Ran's forehead. The touch was cold, "It's so cold and I don't have a fever. Why can't my brother scream?"

Mrs. An next to her was still losing her temper, "An Jing, don't spoil her. The more you spoil her, the less of a person she will be."

An Ran turned her head, and her dark eyes fell on Mrs. An. She was still crying, but her eyes seemed to have knives falling on her.

Mrs. An looked at her and felt a chill down her spine for no reason, "What's that look in your eyes?!"

"I'm dizzy now and feel very uncomfortable."

"I feel uncomfortable even if you feel uncomfortable!"

"What do you need me to do?" An Ran looked at her with a faint look and asked.

"I need you..." Mrs. An choked, "I need you to get better quickly and don't have to go to the airport at the last minute. It's your fault."

After regaining consciousness, An Ran was not very clear about the situation in front of her, so she could only nod, "Okay, then I'll go upstairs and take a rest."

She guessed that she was reborn through An Jing and Mrs. An, who were obviously more than ten years younger in front of her, but she didn't know when she was reborn. She wanted to go back to her room quickly to see if she could find any clues.

mobile phone!

By the way, if you can find your phone, you can tell what time it is.

She held the table and staggered as she tried to get upstairs.

Seeing that An Ran was unsteady, An Jing immediately held her shoulders and said, "I'll help you go upstairs."

"No need." An Ran lowered her head and stretched out her hand to push An Jing away, "I can go up by myself."

Seeing his sister's slender figure leaving without looking back, An Jing's heart skipped a beat for no reason.

He couldn't help but think back to the way his sister stared at him just now. He always felt that there were many things in her eyes that he couldn't understand.

When An Ran returned to the room, she locked the door immediately, then stood by the door and carefully looked at the bedroom in front of her. The walls of the room were covered with dark silver patterned wallpaper, and a handmade crystal lamp hung on the ceiling. White logs The wardrobe, white iron frame bed, log-colored desk, and silver-gray functional chair are placed in front of the desk. From her aesthetic perspective ten years later, this kind of decoration will not be outdated.

She remembered this bedroom. In her third year of junior high school, she, her adoptive parents and her brother moved out of An's old house and moved into this new villa.

Then, she walked to the desk and picked up a book placed on the table. It was an English textbook for the first year of high school, and it was still very new.

She opened the book cover and quickly saw her signature written on it: "Grade 11, An Ran".

She was reborn twelve years ago, when she was sixteen.

There were tears falling from her eyes and dripping on the book, instantly leaving a soft water mark.

After reading quietly for a while, she put down the book and went to look through other things on the desk, but she couldn't find her phone.

She clearly remembers that when she was a freshman in high school, she had a mobile phone, the latest model released by Motorola in 05. She can't remember the specific model now, but she still remembers the general appearance, a flip-top color screen mobile phone.

Thinking of some of her habits, she turned around and walked to the bed, lifted the quilt and pillow, and found that the phone was indeed hidden under the pillow, but there was a photo with the phone.

Seeing this photo, An Ran went to find scissors to cut the photo into pieces without much thought. However, after searching in the room for a while, she couldn't find the scissors, so she had to pick up the utility knife in the drawer and cut the photo into pieces beyond recognition. He threw it into the trash can nearby.

"Miss, clean up." A servant knocked on the door.

"come in."

An Ran stood in front of the desk, with his back to the direction of the servant's entrance. His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse, "Just take the trash can and throw it away. You don't need to worry about the rest today."

"Let me tidy up the bathroom and bed for you," the servant said, looking at the messy bed in the room.

An Ran coughed lightly and said, "No, I'm not feeling well and want to lie down for a while. I don't want to be disturbed."

"Okay." The servant obediently picked up the trash can next to the desk and walked out.

As soon as she went out, An Ran seemed to have lost all her strength and collapsed on the bed.

It was raining outside the window, and with the sound of rain, she looked at the ceiling above her head quietly, thinking about the situation she was facing now, and hot tears flowed down her cheeks from the corners of her eyes.

It's joy and regret. 1314