Travel through the long dream millennium

"This child, there is no need to be so polite among family members."

Mother Mo was taken aback by Gu Changli's thanks, and then quickly realized that he patted the last piece of colored paper on the shoulder of the laggard, and then smiled complacently.

Gu Changli pursed his lips and did not speak.

As if aware of the inexplicable awkwardness in the atmosphere, Mo Huaiqian rolled his eyes, and quickly changed the subject, "Brother finally came back, that big table of food can't be wasted, it will get cold if you don't start it."

"Yes, yes, look at my memory—"

Papa Mo slapped his forehead, happily took the suitcase from Gu Changli's hand, and signaled that his wife felt like taking the child to the restaurant.

"The dishes I cook today are all Changli's favorites, such as braised pork ribs with sweet and sour fish, they won't taste good after a long time."

After Mo's father settled the luggage, the four sat quietly on the rectangular table and looked at each other two by two. No amount of eagerness in their eyes could conceal the strange and stiff atmosphere spreading.All of a sudden, even the fragrant and tempting delicacies seemed to lose their appeal, and no one touched their chopsticks for a while.

"We don't have any fairy air on our faces, and we don't look very hungry, so why is there no one to eat?"

Mother Mo couldn't help urging.

"The taste of 'I' is relatively light. Dishes such as braised pork and sweet and sour fish are edible, but I definitely don't like them."

Gu Changli stared indifferently at the blue porcelain bowl containing snow-white and translucent rice on the table, and the rising mist obscured his expression.

"When did you find out?"

His calm eyes fell on the opposite side of the dining table, and he put down the bowls and chopsticks early in the morning, staring at his child with wide eyes.

Under the gaze of such eyes, Mo Huaiqian couldn't help straightening his back, clenching his teeth, and it took him a long time to force out words from his throat.

"...It was a bit strange in the early days."

"At first, I just thought that my brother suddenly wanted to change his image. Although he became better-looking, it was not a bad thing, and he could always accept it. But later... I felt that this was not something that could be explained simply by changing his image. "

"My brother is afraid of the dark, and he always keeps a small bedside lamp on before going to bed. The habit of more than ten years suddenly disappeared."

"Although my brother and I have a good relationship, his temperament has always liked to hide from the crowd, get close to me, or do group activities. I don't know how long ago."

"My brother has a bad appetite and is a very picky eater. I tried to persuade him many times but it didn't improve. I somehow improved. I can eat anything and I don't feel disgusted."

"Most of the books, newspapers and periodicals my brother put on the desk have traces of flipping through them, but during the few months I went, some of the books were covered with dust, obviously the owner hadn't touched them for a long time."

"My brother doesn't like fluffy animals, and he always avoids them when he sees them. Later, he often returns home with animal hair on his body, saying that he is a volunteer in a pet shop."

"Brother... My brother's health has not been very good since he was a child, and it got worse because of his eating habits. Then suddenly there was a day when he could teach several tall students by himself, and he could face a murderer without batting an eye. It’s not good for the other party.”

"All the changes came so drastically and completely differently, but the time it took place was only so short... Counting the vacation you didn't come back, it was no more than a year at most."

"A lot of times, I tell myself in my heart, don't think too much, worry about nothing, these changes are possible, the environment changes, although it is very rare, it is always possible, isn't it?"

"I kept telling myself this, over and over again... Later, it seemed that I really believed it..."

"Brother... tell me..."

"What kind of accident can make a person reborn, and become a different person from before, without even the slightest sign?"

The child's eye sockets were already wet and red, and he tried his best to keep his eyes wide open, preventing the starry liquid from flowing out, as if forcing himself to look away from the person opposite him, cruel and firm.

"You should already have a few guesses in your mind."

Gu Changli sighed softly, and never dodged the baptism of the substantial eyes, he looked at him calmly, and then spoke a paragraph of fluent English.

"ains must be the truth." (1)

Clenching his palms tightly, Mo Huaiqian felt great pain in his heart.

As a true fan of detective novels, he naturally knew that this sentence was said by a person who was recognized as a world-class detective even though it was fictional. The next one, no matter how inconceivable it is, is still the truth] - the meaning of Gu Changli's words has already been clearly revealed.

"...what should I call you?"

After the deadly silence caused by Gu Changli's answer lasted for a moment, Mo Huaiqian showed a smile uglier than crying.

"I'm 'Gu Changli'. I have the same name and surname. It's also a kind of fate, but it's not very beautiful."

"It's just an old, ordinary soul who wakes up inexplicably, only to find that he has been attached to a young body."

After pondering for a moment, Gu Changli lowered his voice and said slowly.

"What the hell is going on, brother A Li..."

At the same time, Mo Huaiqian and Mo's mother, who couldn't wait to ask this question, looked at each other, both of them looked embarrassed with red eye circles, and quickly looked away.

He lowered his eyes to cover up the turmoil in his eyes. In all fairness, Gu Changli didn't want to tell them the cold truth.

Perhaps for a family that regards the original body as its own and also implements the concern of love, it is better for the original body to be mutilated and killed than to accept the result of self-inflicted death.

After all... For a person who chooses and has the courage to commit suicide, everything in this world is not enough to be a reason for fetters, such as love, friendship, and family affection-how cruel to his family.

But what can he do?Inventing lies out of thin air?Well-intentioned deception?Or just keep silent so they can fool themselves?

Someone once said that sometimes a lie needs countless lies to make up for it. Instead of covering up the truth for a while, it is like planting a dangerous bomb without knowing the risk, waiting for the day to destroy the destruction, and worrying about it all day long. It is better to start The scar was broken open, it was extremely painful, but there was still a possibility of recovery.

"Take poison and commit suicide."

The short four words, like thunder on the ground, shocked the other three people for a while, and all of them turned pale. Mother Mo waved her hand irregularly, and the glass next to her right hand was swept down and shattered with a bang. The sound is like their state of mind at this moment, they are in a mess.

Although the scene in front of him was much earlier than what Gu Changli expected, it was still within his expectation.

Although he has received most of the original owner's memories, some small details and hobbies are still a little different from before. What's more, he himself has no intention of hiding it at all.

Trembling and shrinking, in order not to expose himself, he pretended to be exactly the same as before, learned other people's hobbies, and imitated other people's lives... Then, is he still living as "Gu Changli", or is he still living as the original owner? over again?From the moment his soul came from another world and opened his eyes again, ashes return to ashes, the dead embark on their return journey, and the living continue to walk.And the nostalgia left by the former will also become the responsibility of the latter.

The same as "Gu Changli", the alternation of fate seems to start from here.

But for the family members of the original body, for them to truly accept such a truth, perhaps it is nothing more than a spark hitting the earth.

Gu Changli originally thought that even if he had doubts and concerns in his heart, there might still be a long way to go when everything is revealed. After all, when facing real life, human beings are always more willing to naturally go for the better and positively. Thinking on the side; what's more, it is aimed at issues related to important family members.

What he didn't expect was that Yuanzheng had a younger brother who knew his living habits like the back of his hand, and was sober and rational that he was almost scary.

He may have foreseen the unfortunate and tragic ending, but he still needs to confirm...to understand...

Just to prevent the important brother from leaving quietly, but no one in the world knows.

Death is so terrible and cruel.

Can't eat, can't see, can't hear, can't speak, can't laugh, can't mourn, can't be angry, can't be afraid.

The wounds of the body cannot be restored, and the pain of the mind cannot be healed by time.

There is no chance to regain what is lost, and there is never a chance to recover what is regretted.

This is death, the end of all things.

So he lives again and again, different worlds, strangers, far-sighted, no relatives in the world, but he still works hard to grit his teeth, live as much as he can, and live freely.

Because Gu Changli is greedy for life, he is also afraid of death.

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In the huge restaurant, at some point, Gu Changli was the only one sitting quietly.

After maintaining the rigid and fixed posture like a stone sculpture, like a wooden statue for a while, he suddenly raised his hand to hold the chopsticks on the table, and stretched out to the braised pork that had been so cold that the fat had condensed into a thick layer.

He took a bite, put it in his mouth, and couldn't help but let out an admiration.

Sweeping away the food that belongs to him, Gu Changli's adventure career in his previous life made him habitual not to waste a single drop of food.

After tidying up the dishes and chopsticks, Gu Changli pulled out his suitcase from the corner, opened the door and walked out.

The bright incandescent lamp made his shadow tall and slender, and his departure and return were generally silent.