The Dream of Rebirth

Meng Jiang felt as if he was a piece of stubborn iron in a furnace, being repeatedly calcined and quenched.Hot and cold, I don't know when it will end.

Gradually, Meng Jiang seemed to have found himself, but his whole body was limp and he had no strength.His throat was dry and thirsty, his eyes were heavy and he couldn't open them, and he wanted to move, but it was as if his body and soul were separated.He could only shout as hard as he could, hoping that someone could hear his voice.

"Doctor Zhang, the young master seems to be awake."

"Well, you moisten his lips with a cotton swab!"

Suddenly clear and sometimes indistinct voices rang in his ears, but Meng Jiang found a icy cold touch like spring water nourishing his lips, but his mouth was still thirsty, and he couldn't drink the spiritual spring, so he had to struggle Fell asleep in exhaustion.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already bright outside.The golden sun shone brightly in the room.

Meng Jiang groaned and wanted to get up, but found that his hands and feet were still weak and accompanied by severe pain.

"Are you awake?" A crisp voice rang in my ear.

"You are?" Meng Jiang reluctantly raised his head to look at the unfamiliar person in front of him, but his voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

"Oh, I'll get you a glass of water." The girl went out quickly, leaving Meng Jiang looking around the room alone.

"Have I time-traveled? Cough..." Meng Jiang coughed a few times.This decoration, this decoration, is obviously the house he lived in when he was in the Tang family.

"Drink some water." The girl pushed open the door just in time to hear Meng Jiang coughing, and quickly brought the warm water in her hand.

"Why am I here?" Meng Jiang moistened his throat before making a sound.Entering this room where he had lived for nearly ten years, he felt a lifeless feeling that made him almost out of breath.

"Young master, you are sick. Steward Chen picked you up." The girl had a beautiful appearance, and her voice was crisp and sweet, but Meng Jiang sounded like a demon's voice.

"Chen..." State this bastard!Meng Jiang was a little speechless.

The girl didn't know the inside story, and thought it was because she didn't know who it was, so she quickly smiled, "The young master doesn't know who Steward Chen is, right? It doesn't matter, he will come soon."

"Hmph." Meng Jiang snorted softly.He didn't want to see any members of the Tang family, and neither did the housekeeper.I wanted to get up and leave, but my head was still dizzy with the pain, so I had to lie down again. "I'm very tired and I need to sleep for a while. You go out and don't disturb me!"

"Okay." The girl went out obediently.

Meng Jiang watched the other party go out and closed the door again, and began to observe the whole room.It's still the same here, even the furnishings are the same.The Tang family was like this, except that they couldn't give themselves fair family affection, everything else was considered generous, at least in terms of money, they never wronged themselves.It's just... More money is just a kind of accumulation of numbers, what effect can it have.Money can buy food, things to use, and superficial envy and jealousy.But can it buy affection and love?

Meng Jiang covered his face with his hands and wept silently.

After he was reborn and returned, he resisted all the time to return to the Tang family, rejecting the beginning of all the pain in his previous life.But now that he has returned here, he realizes that the reality in his heart is completely different.

He was not as heartless as he thought, nor was he as strong as he thought.The desire to give a little affection from the biological parents has never changed.

When the statement entered the room, what it saw was a beautiful picture.In the beige-colored room, the pure white window screen fluttered with the wind, and on the soft big bed, a young boy fell asleep, but there were still wet tears on his face.

"Why are you crying?" Chen asked himself softly.His fingers couldn't help but want to wipe off the water.

When I woke up again, it was completely dark.Meng Jiang stroked his head which was not too painful and sat up.

The room was empty, there was no one else but him.Meng Jiang habitually reached out to turn on the desk lamp, and looked at the ceiling that he used to stare blankly at every night.

"Ah, young master, are you awake?" A low cry sounded at the door, and the girl wondered why the young master leaned against the bed with the desk lamp on, his expression was hollow, like a soulless doll, an exquisite doll.

"Young master, I brought the freshly cooked porridge here, you can drink some." Looking at Meng Jiang's expressionless eyes, the girl waved her hand in front of him.

"Yes." Meng Jiang glanced at the other party and nodded slightly.He didn't want to embarrass anyone.

The rice porridge was very fragrant, with fish slices rolled in it, and it tasted extra sweet and smooth, but Meng Jiang couldn't taste any taste, so he ate a bowl mechanically, shaking his head and rejecting the girl's move to serve him another bowl .

"Young master, do you want to continue to rest? Or do you want to go down for a walk? The old man and his wife are all down there."

Meng Jiang sneered.What year is it, and it belongs to the old lady.This family always likes to put on this kind of spectrum.

"I want to go home." Meng Jiang said.He doesn't expect the girl in front of him to be the master, but he needs a microphone.

The girl looked at Meng Jiang in surprise, "Isn't this... your home?"

"How could this be my home?" Meng Jiang curled his lips, "A family can only be considered a home if it has a father, a mother, and family ties." After finishing speaking, regardless of whether the girl understood or not, she got out of bed .

The clothes on his body had long been changed into a pure white soft pajamas.Meng Jiang frowned, "Where are my clothes?"

"Your clothes are dirty and have been taken away by the housekeeper." The girl opened her eyes wide, unable to believe that such a handsome boy would lose his temper so easily. "There are still clothes in the closet, I'll get them for you."

Meng Jiang nodded.That being the case, he doesn't need to be hypocritical.Staggering towards the bathroom, he ordered without looking back, "Bring me the clothes."

The girl was taken aback.How did this young master know where the bathroom was on his first day home?But this thought was just a flash, and he quickly went to the closet to get the clothes and sent them over.

Meng Jiang let the warm water rush down from the top of his head, feeling a little more comfortable, and tried to communicate with Shen Cong in the space.

Accompanied by acupuncture-like pain, Meng Jiang finally heard Shen Cong's dissatisfied hum.

Meng Jiang knew that his arrogance had finally annoyed the senior brother, so he could only apologize with a smile.In the Tang family, he didn't dare to enter the space at will.Now that his consciousness is damaged, he feels a splitting headache even if he mobilizes his spiritual energy even a little bit, and he can't even check whether there is a camera in this room or not.

He didn't think the Tang family would relax and accept him just because he was their close relative.When he came to the Tang family back then, he was repeatedly tested for blood. After seeing the DNA comparison report, the old man was relieved.

After finally communicating with Shen Cong, Meng Jiang picked up a soft towel and wiped himself clean.

In the dressing room outside, the clothes had already been put away. From the inside to the outside, they were made of very soft material, that soft milky white color.

Meng Jiang's pupils shrank sharply. It seemed that the Tang family really knew his preferences clearly.It is much more detailed than what I did in my previous life.

Without further thinking, Meng Jiang finished putting on the whole set of clothes.It was still a bit cold in the late autumn evening, beige trousers, beige shirt, and a bright gray woolen vest, against the blush cheeks that had just been baked in hot water, they were particularly eye-catching.

The girl has been waiting outside the bathroom.Seeing Meng Jiang coming out, I was very surprised. I didn't expect that the young master who just came home was so eye-catching, and he was not inferior to the elder master.

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Letter No. 8 Short Story Theater: The Son Desires the Father

"Expose!" The king roared, and the naked prince below trembled in fright.

"Father..."

"Slutty child, have you started acting like a baby before touching you?" The king walked off the throne with a lewd smile, and reached out to touch the prince's fair body.

"No... Father..." The prince's tears were about to fall.He didn't understand how the king who had always loved him the most would suddenly...could it be because of a new concubine...the prince didn't dare to think about it anymore.