Reborn in the 1980s: As a supermodel, I dominate the fashion world

Fang Hongmei had already set the table in the living room and saw Zhou Mi coming in with a cake.

"Hey~ Xiao Zhou, is it your birthday today?"

"Auntie, it's my birthday on the lunar calendar."

Zhou Mi carefully took the cake out of the box.

Birthday cakes in this era are not as colorful as they were 35 years later. They are usually simple white cakes decorated with some pink flowers and light green leaves, and the words "Happy Birthday" are written on them.

Zhou Mi took out 22 candles and inserted them on the cake one by one.

At this time, Tian Xiaojuan walked out of the bedroom and saw a cake on the table. She playfully said to Bai Sitian: "Sitian, I'm so touched that you still remember my birthday! But today I can't... Tomorrow is my birthday."

Zhou Mi smiled and responded: "Oh, what a coincidence, today is my birthday. Our birthdays are so close to each other, and you are one day later than me."

With that said, Zhou Mi took out a lighter and lit the candles one by one.

The warm candlelight shone on everyone's face, and everyone sang happy birthday together.

Bai Sitian felt that this scene seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember the specific details.

At this moment, Zhou Mi blew out the candle in one breath, and a long-standing memory suddenly flashed in Bai Sitian's mind.

In her previous life, October 1988, 10, which is tomorrow, Tian Xiaojuan will hold a birthday party at home. At that time, just like now, Bai Sitian lit birthday candles for her, watched her make a wish and then blew out the candles.

However, the next day, a shocking news was broadcast on TV, newspapers and radio in Shanshui City.

On the evening of October 10, a fire broke out in Zhengda Shopping Mall.

As the stalls in the mall were closely connected and there was a lack of effective fire safety management, the large amounts of clothing piled up by the merchants quickly became fuel for the spread of the fire.

What's worse is that some merchants just rest in their stalls at night in order to open their doors the next day.

As the fire ignited, merchants rushed to the door to escape. Previously, in order to prevent thieves from entering the mall and stealing, mall security directly locked the mall door.

When the fire broke out, the security guard was drinking with someone, and he took away the key to the mall door.

This leaves merchants with nowhere to escape and end up trapped in the mall.

The result of the tragedy was that all the merchants trapped in the mall were burned, and no one was spared. The death toll was as high as 12 people.

The fire accident caused huge losses, and was followed up and reported by TV news for several days. The person in charge of the shopping mall was also dismissed and investigated.

Therefore, Bai Sitian remembers this incident very deeply.

The specific time when the fire occurred happened to be Tian Xiaojuan's birthday.

Tomorrow is October 1988, 10. Bai Sitian couldn't help but wonder, will there be another fire in the mall tomorrow?

If a fire really breaks out tomorrow and she knows in advance that many people will die, what should she do?

Bai Sitian's face turned pale and her mind wandered. These subtle changes did not escape careful eyes.

He could see her uneasiness and was filled with worries, so he decided to find an opportunity to have a good chat with her.

After dinner, Bai Sitian went to wash the dishes silently, while Zhou Mi stood by to help her.

He asked tentatively: "Are you worried about something?"

Bai Sitian said "hmm" softly. She was in a bad mood and didn't want to say anything more.

"Can you tell me?"

Bai Sitian stopped what she was doing. She had so many thoughts, but she didn't know where to start.

How could she explain it? Saying that she can predict the future and knows that many people will die tomorrow, but is not sure whether she has the ability or obligation to save them?

Can Zhou Mi believe it?

No wonder!

Zhou Mi seemed to see her confusion and encouraged her to speak out: "It's okay, just tell me and I'll see if I can give you some advice.

Bai Sitian took a deep breath, organized her words, and finally spoke with difficulty: "I'm thinking of a story... If a person can predict the future and knows that the person he knows will die the next day, should he go Save this person? If you save this person, you may expose your ability to predict the future and get into a lot of unnecessary trouble. You may even be mistaken by the police as the murderer of that person. If you... you write this story , will you let the protagonist save people?"

"Yes!" Zhou Mi replied without hesitation.

"reason?"

"If I were the protagonist and I chose not to save him, I might regret this decision later and want to make amends. But if I can't resurrect the dead, then I will never have the chance to make amends. Regret will accompany me throughout my life." Zhou Mi explained.

yes! Bai Sitian felt that she was thinking the same thing in her heart. If she doesn't save it, she will definitely regret it later.

"What should I do if the protagonist is misunderstood by the police? He saves people, but harms his own interests." Bai Sitian expressed the biggest concern in her heart.

After Zhou Mi listened, he thought for a moment, and then said firmly: "I will find a way to protect myself and save others. There must be such a way."

After an in-depth exchange with Zhou Mi, Bai Sitian made a decision in her heart.

To save people!

Bai Sitian's character makes it impossible for her to sit idly by.

She doesn't think she is such a great person. She believes that someone else would have made the same choice.

The key is how to save?

Bai Sitian thought a lot. Should I call 119 in advance and tell them that there will be a fire in Zhengda Mall tomorrow, October 10?

How can you let people believe what you say? Before it even happened, you said there would be a fire.

If a fire does break out, others will suspect that you started the fire. Either your gang is going to set a fire, and you can't stand the pressure and surrender in advance.

If there is no fire, then you are a lunatic or mentally ill, and you will be sent to a mental hospital in minutes to learn how to kill gods.

After careful consideration, Bai Sitian felt that this plan to call the police was not feasible and she had to think of other methods.

She thought about it all night, but couldn't think of a way to get the best of both worlds.

……

The next day, the imperial capital.

At 6 o'clock, Bai Siyuan got up. After briefly freshening up, she waited for Ma Bole at the front desk of the hotel.

There were not many guests in the small hotel at this time, and only the proprietress was sitting behind the front desk knitting.

Bai Siyuan wanted to inquire about the hospital registration, but when he had nothing to say, he asked: "Sister, is this a sweater you are getting?"

"Yeah" the landlady didn't even raise her eyes.

"Sister, you are so skillful with your hands. This sweater is so beautifully knotted. Sister, you must be the most fashionable person around here, right? Since I was a child, I have never seen anyone who can knot a sweater so beautifully. ." A rainbow fart.

The landlady smiled a little, nodded and said, "That's not true. Who's daughter-in-law around here can match mine in craftsmanship? Even foreigners often compliment me on how beautiful my sweaters are."

When Bai Siyuan saw that the landlady was loose, she took out a pack of melon seeds from her canvas bag, which she bought specially when she went shopping yesterday.

She invited: "Sister, let's eat melon seeds together. You can also take a rest."

"Sister, where are you from? What brought you to the imperial capital?" The landlady looked at this little girl, who was pretty and sweet-mouthed, so she took the initiative to start a family conversation with her.

"I'm from Shanshui City, and I came here specifically to see my dentist this time. Is the dental hospital across the street good at medical quality?"

"Hey, you've asked the right person. Most of the people who stay in my hotel here come to see a doctor."

The landlady deliberately lowered her voice and said mysteriously:

"I bet you can't get registered."