Don't think of rebirth.

On a domestic flight, in the first-class cabin, a black-haired man was lying quietly on a comfortable bed.

Xia He opened her eyes, looked at the familiar scene in front of her, and waited quietly for the familiar person to appear.

"Traitor." A childish and cold voice sounded, and Xia He looked in the direction of the voice.

This time, "he" appeared on the windowsill of the hotel.

The boy was about 1.12 meters tall, not much taller than the windowsill. He just sat there, wearing the college-style suit that Xia He was familiar with, a white shirt, light brown shorts, a dark brown twill tie, and black leather shoes. He looked polite and well-behaved.

He shouted again: "Traitor, why did you do that?"

The boy stared at Xia He and questioned her mercilessly.

"Why did you change Xia Suirong's medicine? Wouldn't it be better to let him become insane due to his two sons?"

"Why didn't you send Xia Xiuzhu the evidence of Xia Nanzhi's embezzlement of public funds? Why didn't you send Xia Nanzhi the evidence of Xia Xiuzhu's leaking secrets to the rival company? Wouldn't it be better to let them fight each other?"

"Why……"

"Why……"

One problem after another.

Until the last question.

"Why don't you just die?"

Xia He took a deep breath. Perhaps because he was dreaming, he didn't feel any better.

The boy turned his wrist, pointed the suddenly appeared sharp dagger at his neck, and cut it without hesitation.

Blood splattered everywhere, but returned to normal in the blink of an eye.

He leaned back again and fell off the windowsill. Even though Xia He couldn't see it, she knew that he would hit the ground and turn into mud.

Drowning, electric shock, taking poison, lying on the railway tracks, self-immolation, swallowing a gun...

The boy sat on the windowsill, his voice still cold: "Do you know what the most disgusting thing about you is?"

"We have agreed that you must not grow taller, must not reach adulthood, and must die as a 'child'."

"For this, we thought of so many ways to die together, and I died happily over and over again."

"But why did you take the initiative to ask to grow taller? Why did you live past midnight on December 12, your eighteenth birthday?"

"That's not right! You were supposed to die on December 12rd!"

"You are not a child anymore!!!"

The five-year-old Xia He roared angrily and desperately at the eighteen-year-old Xia He, as if she wanted to roar her heart out of her throat.

Xia He just looked at him quietly.

Little Xia He jumped down from the windowsill and looked at the only door in the hotel room.

"As long as you can die as a child, Mom and Dad will open this door and take me with them instead of abandoning me."

"I can die with mom and dad."

"How happy I am! I can't help laughing just thinking about it."

"But you ruined everything! Everything!!!"

"You traitor!!!"

"I won't come back." Xia He finally spoke, "Because mom and dad want me to live."

"You also know this fact, it's just my fantasy, just like you - just my fantasy." Xia He said.

"Every fantasy is a possibility." Xiao Xia He said, "You should have countless destinies that are destined to die on this day. Why do you want to change your fate?"

Xia He was in a trance for a moment before she slowly smiled: "It's not something that changes fate."

"Just... 'creating new possibilities for destiny'."

Xiao Xia He looked at him deeply, and finally said, "Get out of here."

"You are no longer qualified to be here. You are no longer mommy and daddy's child."

"You're just Xia He."

Xia He opened her eyes.

He looked out the porthole. Today was a nice, sunny day.

After getting off the plane and stepping on the ground, Xia He still felt a little uncomfortable.

Although there was WiFi on the plane, Xia He did not "mercifully" tell Xia Suirong that he was going back to China until just before boarding. It was easy to imagine how many messages he would be bombarded with if he turned on his phone, so he chose to turn it off.

Sure enough, as soon as he opened it, he saw many voice messages sent by Xia Suirong on WeChat. Even Cheng Dongshu had sent quite a few. He didn't know if Xia Suirong had sent them using his phone.

Xia He didn't plan to click on any of them. He just casually scrolled through his Moments and saw that Jiang Chuchu and Yu Xin had posted new photos of animal pendants of the same style but different designs.

The accompanying text is similar, probably "Thank you Qinghuan for the Christmas Eve gift."

Xia He thought for a few seconds and opened the chat box with Gu Qinghuan.

Xia He: [I also want a Christmas Eve gift???????????]

Gu Qinghuan: [Let’s talk after class]

When Xia He looked at the time, it was time for class, so she had to put her phone away in disappointment.

He didn't have much luggage and was wondering whether to go directly to Mingde. After walking a few steps, he saw Cheng Dongshu coming to pick him up.

Given his current appearance, even if he walked in front of Cheng Dongshu, he might not be able to recognize him, right?

Thinking so, Xia He walked over without looking around, but was quickly blocked.

"Master Xia He, welcome back." Cheng Dongshu was still polite.

Xia He pulled down her mask and also looked sullen: "How did you recognize him?"

"You look more like Mr. Zhihan now," Cheng Dongshu replied.

Xia He was silent for a few seconds: "Let's go."

When they got on the car back to Xia's house, Xia He sat in the back seat, looking at her face reflected in the car window, and suddenly asked, "How tall is my dad?"

Cheng Dongshu said: "Mr. Zhihan was 1.78 meters tall at the time."

As Xia Suirong's youngest child, Xia Zhihan was born with congenital deficiencies and was weak and sickly when he was young. His height was the result of the Xia family's care.

"What about my mother?" Xia He continued to ask.

"Ms. Xu Qiu is 1.62 meters tall." Cheng Dongshu replied.

Considering Xu Qiu's family situation, the fact that she started working right after graduating from middle school, that she didn't eat well and had to do hard work, being 1.62 meters tall was already very good.

Xia He sighed heavily.

So what if he is 1.7 meters tall? He has suppressed his growth for such a long time, and he can still grow to 1.7 meters. It's already pretty good.

As for whether he would be called short in the future, Xia He had already gotten used to it. Being short would not prevent him from beating others down.

But speaking of this, his height has changed so much that there may be many things in his movements that he is not used to, so he needs to practice more.

"Is Xia Xu still in the old house?" Xia He suddenly asked.

Cheng Dongshu paused and said, "Master Xia Xu usually attends classes at school and only comes back on weekends or holidays."

"This weekend, plus next week's New Year's Day holiday, right?" Xia He touched his chin.

"It's like this..." Cheng Dongshu continued with great difficulty.

"Let's go to the mall first. I'll buy a few new shoes." Xia He said, "New shoes are harder. I think they'll hurt more when I kick them."

Cheng Dongshu turned the steering wheel silently and drove towards the mall, praying silently in his heart.

I hope that when Master Xia Xu comes back on the weekend, the pants he wears will be thicker and more durable.