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Yan Shao opened his eyes, and the object he entered was a log table.

no water.

His body was very dry, and the furnishings in front of him made him feel familiar for a long time, and he straightened up from the state of lying on the table.

He was in a room with a neatly arranged desk in front of him. All kinds of books were placed in the upper right corner, and the bookshelf on the right wall of the room was full of books.

Yan Shao was too surprised, but became calmer.

This was his room, his real room, furnished just as he had left it.

He is back.

Are Yu Lian, Chi Jun, Chi Nan, Wei Zeyan, and the novel all his dreams?

He quickly dismissed his idea.

There was no sheet on his bed, only a bare board, there were cobwebs in the four corners of the room, and a layer of dust fell on the desk.

Yan Shao looked down at himself.

Everything shows that it is not just a few days since he transmigrated into the book, it may be months, or even a few years. When he transmigrated into the book, does he still exist in this world?

he couldn't help thinking.

He's back, where is Yu Lian?There was a feeling of loss in his heart, and he felt a little bit sad.

Yan Shao walked towards the door, he wanted to tell his mother that he was back.

However, before he opened the door, it was opened from the outside first.

A small head popped out of the door, and Yan Shao was stunned when he saw that face.

Yan Yao! ?

No, not Yan Yao.

The five or six-year-old boy's face is tender and healthy, his eyes are rolling, as if he is thinking about it, he looks mischievous and cute, this is a look that Yan Yao will not show.

He pushed open the door and walked in, as if he hadn't seen Yan Shao, he walked straight towards him.

Yan Shao opened his mouth: "Wait—"

In the next moment, his words got stuck in his throat, "Yan Yao" passed through his body directly, and Yan Shao froze on the spot.

Behind him, "Yan Yao" climbed onto the stool in front of the desk, opened the drawer, and took out a photo frame from it.

On the photo frame is a photo of a fierce woman in formal attire and a young boy standing under a tree under the setting sun. The woman has sharp eyebrows and the young man is wearing a school uniform with a pale complexion, holding the hem of his clothes in his hands, and his small movements reveal the slightest uneasiness .

"Yan Yao" lifted the photo and looked at it again and again.

"Yan Yao." A woman's cold voice came from downstairs.

Yan Shao raised his head.

The crisp sound of glass shattering resounded in the room, Yan Yao jumped off the stool, looked at the shards of the photo frame on the ground, knowing that he had done something wrong, his round eyes showed anxiety.

Sure enough, the woman heard the sound and went upstairs.

When she entered the room and saw the scene in the room, she passed through Yan Shao standing in the middle of the room like Yan Yao.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." Yan Yao said crisply.

The woman walked to Yan Yao's side, picked up the photo frame on the ground, carefully took out the fragments of the photo with hands painted with bright red nails, and was relieved when she saw that the photo was not damaged.

She touched Yan Yao's head, looked him straight up and said, "It's getting late, go to sleep."

She didn't ask Yan Yao why he was here, and why he knew that there was a photo frame in the drawer. Yan Yao always knew that he had an older brother whom he had never met. It's not a bad thing for a child to be a little curious.

Yan Yao glanced at the woman, "Good night, Mom."

The woman also said "good night", and Yan Yao ran out of the room on short legs.

Yan Shao couldn't take his eyes off the woman in the room who bent over and cleaned up the debris on the floor.

His mother has changed.

In his impression, women have always been vigorous and decisive. They are a workaholic and have high demands on him. The obsessive-compulsive disorder generally does not allow him to relax.

And the woman in front of her had a gentle temperament.

Yan Shao's parents divorced when he was young. Yan Shao had no impression of his father. His mother raised him alone. She had to work and take care of him. Don't worry, I will try my best to do what my mother asks.

When he was a child, his spare time was filled with studies and extracurricular interest classes, painting, piano, violin, his childhood was different from those around him, boring, only rhythm accompanied him.

When he was in the second grade of high school, Yan Shao wanted to choose science, but his mother wanted him to study liberal arts, and he obediently did so.

His grades must not fall behind. Every time the monthly exam, his mother will carefully look at his report card. If there is a slight drop, he will be criticized.

Words such as "useless" and "waste" are the words he has heard most from his mother. He must be obedient, obedient, and sensible. This is something engraved in Yan Shao's bones. He has never complained about her. Because my mother is very hard and tired.

During the sprint stage of his study, he often saw the lights in the study room being on at three or four o'clock, and she would not stop like a spinning top.

But every time he heard his mother scolding him, he would inevitably feel sad.

But now, in Yan Shao's room, the woman is wearing a light purple pajamas, her hair is casually tied into a low ponytail, and a little bit of hair is falling on the sides of her face. Shao's face.

There was no light in the room, and the only light came from the corridor. The woman walked out of the room holding the photo. Yan Shao followed her. She entered the study and sat at the desk, holding the photo and looking at it. Nearly 10 minutes, then pull a sheet of paper from the drawer.

Yan Shao walked up to the woman, and the light hit him, passing through without a shadow.

She bowed her head and wrote a letter, a letter that no one received.

[Xiao Shao, it's been more than a year since you left, how are you doing there?Is there enough money?Have you ever been bullied?I am an unqualified mother. Looking back now, I still regret not caring more about you.

I found you a younger brother named Yan Yao. I don’t know if I would like you if you were here. He is sometimes naughty, but most of the time he is cute and obedient. This reminds me of you when I was a child.

……

Xiao Shao, my mother never told you that my mother loves you. 】

The woman wrote a lot of trivial things about taking care of little Yan Shao, who at that time didn't remember much.

Mom loves you.

Just this one sentence made Yan Shao feel as if he had fallen into a net of emotional fluctuations. Scenes from the past emerged in his heart, and seemed to be blown away by the wind. The rock in his heart loosened—he is not a waste.

The silhouette of the woman's side face was full of lonely sadness, Yan Shao was stunned, his eyes were blurred by tears, but he didn't feel too sad.

A teardrop fell on the paper, and she raised her hand to wipe the corner of her eye.

Yan Shao knew that she loved him. Ever since he was a child, no matter how busy his mother was, she would take time to spend with him on his birthday. Sometimes it was a day, sometimes it was an hour or two. It was a space exclusively for the two of them.

She said that birthday is to have someone grow up with him.

She had high hopes for him, and he didn't want to disappoint her.

Obviously he should be sad, but now he actually feels so damn happy——so happy.

Tears slid down his cheeks, down his chin, and dripped to the ground without a trace.

The vision in front of Yan Shao became more and more blurred, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and suddenly found that his body began to become transparent.

Putting his hands in front of his eyes, Yan Shao murmured softly, "Do you want to say goodbye?"

*

The swimming pool was full of people, and someone in the crowd was helping to call an ambulance. Yu Lian pressed Yan Shao's chest repeatedly, and the wet hair dripped on Yan Shao's cheek.

"...cough, cough cough." Yan Shao spat out two mouthfuls of water, and finally had a reaction.

He frowned, and slowly opened his eyes. In his blurred vision, there was a face enlarged in front of his eyes.

"Yan Shao, Yan Shao?" Yu Lian supported his shoulders, leaned over and called, his face dark and terrifying.

Yan Shao's eyes fell on his hair, he closed his eyes and recalled what happened: "You..."

His voice was a little low, Yu Lian couldn't hear clearly, "What?"

However, Yan Shao became dizzy and passed out again.

When he woke up again, he was in the ward with the smell of disinfectant on the tip of his nose. Yan Shao looked at the snow-white ceiling. He was rescued, went back and came back again.

He was sure that it was not his dream to go home halfway.

In the two months he stayed here, more than a year had passed in the original world.

Yu Lian was sitting by the hospital bed, and when Yan Shao woke up, he realized that he had already changed into dry clothes.

"Yan Shao?" Yu Lian called him.

Yan Shao looked at him, opened his mouth, his throat hurt and his voice was hoarse: "Yu Lian, did you fall into the water?"

He remembered that Yu Lian was wet before he passed out.

Yu Lian was taken aback by his question, "No, you fell into the water."

"Then why are you wet?"

Yu Lian was silent, and said, "Isn't it just to get you, I said you can't swim, why are you running to the pool when you have nothing to do?"

Yan Shao was stunned, Yu Lian couldn't swim, and was afraid of water, thinking about it now, he seemed to see Yu Lian's gloomy and frightening expression.

He pulled the corner of his lips and smiled softly, "Thank you, Yu Lian."

He didn't ask much, his heart was swollen, as if a new sapling had burst out of the ground, his existence was not meaningless, since he passed through books, including the past, his world was so small that it could only accommodate learning , stubbornly drilled into the horns.

Because he doesn't know what to do and what to do except for studying, he is used to it, and he has no other goals except chasing grades.

Yu Lian felt that something had changed about Yan Shao, that relaxed posture was a little different from the rigid image in the past.

Now Yan Shao felt relieved.

Life should not only be tedious yes or no, there can be countless possibilities in the middle.

When Wei Zeyan found out that Yan Shao was awake, he rushed over to see him, and the person who accidentally knocked him into the water also came over to apologize.

"Damn me, I'm blind, I'm a fucking sinner..." An old man cried and yelled, attracting people's attention frequently.

Yan Shao blinked, and said to the tool man, "Medical expenses..."

"Don't worry, I have already paid, and I am willing to be responsible for you. If you have any sequelae in your body, just contact me, and I will definitely not shirk it!"

"Oh." That's all right.

"But you really surprised me." Wei Zeyan was peeling an orange beside him, looked at Yu Lian, and said, "You don't know how to swim, so just jump straight in. Fortunately, the pool is not deep. If you all If something happened there, I would be sorry for the rest of my life."

He tilted his head and smiled, and handed the orange to Yan Shao. Yan Shao shook his head and refused, so he broke open and ate it himself.

Yan Shao looked at Yu Lian, Yu Lian frowned, thinking that Wei Zeyan was talking too much, he said: "I can swim, but it's too cold to jump into the water twice."

lie.

Yan Shao pursed his lips, this time he added to the chaos, Yu Lian just treated him too well, so good that he felt guilty for not being able to help him.

"I see." Wei Zeyan finished eating one orange, then wiped the paper with a paper towel, "It's fine as long as there is nothing wrong."

Yan Shao woke up, his health was fine, and he didn't need to stay in the hospital any longer. The four parted at the hospital gate, and Yan Shao and Yu Lian returned to the rental room.

Yan Shao was sitting in front of the desk, looking down at his hands repeatedly, looking over and over again.

In fact, authenticity is not that important. He can no longer treat people in this world as paper people. They all have their own thoughts. The book he read is not so much a novel as a book. Book of Prophecy".

The changes in the surroundings change with the changes in people's behaviors. There is no definite answer to the illusory things like the future.

Yan Shao clenched his fists, feeling the solidity.

He decided to let go of the past.

It's not forgetting, it's walking down with memories, he doesn't want to stay where he is.