The whole world let's remarry [Rebirth]

Today happens to be December 7st.

On this day of that year, there was a mudslide on a certain section of the cemetery in the western suburbs of Beishi, and Ji Qianning died there.

Then she was reborn.

She thought that only she knew this secret.

There was a lot of people around, and the tree was chirping non-stop, but she couldn't hear anything.

The surface temperature was close to [-], and the scorching sun made her dizzy, and her blood coagulated all over her body, as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Sunglasses covered most of Ji Qianning's face. Ding Ling couldn't see the abnormality on her face. Hearing what the old lady said, he became furious and cursed: "You are sick! My sister is alive and well, why did you curse her to die?" ? You old woman has a bad conscience, return the money to me."

The old lady was neither angry nor annoyed, she just looked at Ji Qianning.

Ding Ling took out the one dollar that he threw in from the broken bowl, and shook it dirty.

The old grandma didn't seem to notice, she stared straight at Ji Qianning with her cloudy eyes that seemed to see through everything, and said, "I can see your past life."

Ji Qianning's figure swayed violently, crumbling.

Ding Ling thought she was suffering from heatstroke, so he quickly supported her with one hand on his hip, and scolded the grandmother: "Hey, you old woman, you can curse people to death, and you want to extort money to tell people's fortunes, don't you? Sis, don't listen to me." She is talking nonsense, this person is a liar at first glance, don't believe it. Let's go!"

The old lady was still holding Ji Qianning's hand.

Ding Ling tried to break it open, but no matter how hard she tried, the old woman's hands locked Ji Qianning's arm like iron tongs, and she couldn't shake it a bit, threatening: "Why are you so unreasonable, old woman, if you don't let go, I will call someone !"

The old grandma didn't even look at Ding Ling, she grinned, showing a few sparse yellow teeth, and a weird laugh came out of her throat.

Ding Ling was terrified, he pushed Ji Qianning for help, and said, "Sister, you should say something!"

The grandma's sunken eye sockets looked like two holes, and something was hidden inside.Ji Qianning seemed to be fascinated, her lips trembled, and she murmured, "What else can you see?"

"Want to know, come with me."

"Sister, why do you still believe such nonsense!" Ding Ling was sweating as he watched Ji Qianning go with the old woman.

The old woman let her go.

Ji Qianning couldn't hear what Ding Ling said at all, her soul seemed to be hooked by something, pulling her forward, step by step towards the unknown road.

They stopped under a tree.

The old lady was in rags and smelled bad, and she was holding a broken begging bowl. The people resting next to her ran away after seeing her. In a blink of an eye, there were only three of them left within a five-meter radius.

The shadows of the trees were mottled, and the sporadic sunlight shone on the gray and dirty hair of the old lady. Amidst Ding Ling cursing, she took out a round mirror from the old cloth bag.

The mirror is an ordinary mirror, but if you look closely, it is actually different from ordinary mirrors: the frame is made of iron, with unknown patterns embroidered on it, and tied with a faded red ribbon, which is recognizable as a mirror. The mirror is covered with dust.

The old grandma rubbed the mirror against her body, then took out a rusty pencil sharpener from her bag, and said to Ji Qianning, "Let your blood drip on the mirror, and you can see whatever you want. "

"it is good."

Ding Ling's expression changed in shock, and he quickly pressed Ji Qianning: "Sister, are you crazy! Don't listen to her!"

Ji Qianning shook off Ding Ling's hand, raised the rusty knife, and cut towards the pulp of her index finger without hesitation.

The bright red blood came out with a "poof".

Ding Ling gasped, she pushed the grandmother hard, and cursed: "What kind of witchcraft did you cast on my sister!"

The old woman staggered and stood still, but the mirror fell out of her hand.

The mirror surface was smashed on the stone, and it was amazing that it was not broken.

The blood pooled into strands and "ticked" onto the mirror.

Something even more miraculous happened.

Ji Qianning's eyes seemed to be covered with fog, and she couldn't see anything.After the white faded, there was only darkness left.

There are figures swaying in the dark, the sound of wine glasses clinking, and the sound of people talking and laughing.

The light began to gather in front of my eyes, and the scene gradually became clear.

This is a restaurant, and there are only two tables of guests in the huge private room. The filming of "The Mist" has not yet started, and some actors of the crew can't help but want to meet together.

Familiar or unfamiliar faces, each holding a glass of wine, some are already drunk, and some are still sober.

"Should I ask Sister Han to come over?" Lin Yi said, who was slightly drunk.

"I yelled just now, but I can't do it." Sui Feng said: "She said she doesn't like the excitement, and she's trying to lose weight recently, so she doesn't want to eat at night."

Someone muttered: "Why don't you like the excitement?"

"Hush—" Lin Yi held up a finger and lowered her voice, "I've heard that Sister Han is cold and doesn't like to talk to people. It's the first time I saw her today. She is really cold. I dare not look at her."

"Brother Gan, why don't you give it a try?" Someone urged Zhao Gan.

Zhao Gan is the film king, except for Mo Hanka, who is the biggest among them.He waved his hand and said, "I've filmed with her before, and she refused every time I invited her to dinner. I don't want to lose face again."

Everyone looked at each other.

You don't even give face to the movie king, bull.

Across two empty tables, a woman dressed casually but not casually was standing by the window on the phone, with long hair draped over her shoulders, a charming figure, and delicate facial features carved on her cold and white face. Watching is not to be played with.

As a student of the North College who has not yet graduated, Ji Qianning has no works and no reputation. It is easy for others to ignore her existence.She had the cheek to come to the party, holding a trace of luck, just hoping to meet the idol in advance.

Did not expect to see it.

Mo Han came, but he was out of tune with everyone.

The idol was so far away from her, she was a little scared that even the movie king didn't dare to approach her so coldly.

But she was not willing to just watch like this.

Ji Qianning drank half a bottle of beer, her blood surged and her head became dizzy.The wine extinguished the timidity in her heart, she hugged the bottle, followed the figure with her eyes, and walked over in a nonchalant footstep.

Getting closer and closer.

She faintly smelled a refreshing fragrance and took a deep breath.

"belch--"

The movement disturbed the people standing by the window.

Mo Han put down the phone, turned around slowly, and saw a strange girl with beautiful eyebrows and a green face, and asked without emotion: "What's the matter?"

That was the first time Ji Qianning saw Mo Han at close range, her heartbeat and breathing stopped for a few seconds at the same time, she subconsciously clenched the beer bottle in her hand, and said, "Hanhanhanhan..."

Ahhh, it's even more embarrassing, why do you always lose the chain at critical moments!

Ji Qianning raised her hand and slapped the disobedient mouth.

Mo Han: "..."

Lips no longer tremble, tongue no longer tangles.Ji Qianning looked up at her and said loudly, "Sister Han, I like you!"

Mo Han: "..."

Air stagnates.

Everyone was drinking and chatting, but no one noticed this side.

After Ji Qianning finished speaking, she regretted it, she was too direct and not reserved at all!

There has been a slight change in those cold and unwavering eyes, which are playful, and more meaningful emotions that are difficult to see through.

Ji Qianning's face turned hot, and she hurriedly said: "I, I, I just want to say, I like your movies, and I am a long-time fan of yours!"

It's not the first time someone has confessed to her. Mo Han didn't feel too upset, and said lightly, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Ji Qianning's face was full of spring breeze, and her bright eyes were bent into beautiful crescents.

Mo Han choked on her three words, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, looked at her with interest, and said, "You are so interesting."

Ji Qianning said in her heart: She smiled at me!She even praised me! ! !

"I..." I got stuck in excitement.

"Ok?"

It's over, what am I going to say?

Ji Qianning raised the wine bottle and took a few sips to replenish her courage.Raising her eyes, meeting Mo Han's playful gaze, her brain twitched, and she said, "Do you want to drink?"

Mo Han looked away from her clear and bright eyes, and landed on her white hands. Looking at the little liquid swaying in the transparent glass, she chuckled and said, "Give me the rest of your drink." ?”

"Ah?" Ji Qianning was slow to react, and said embarrassedly, "No. I... I'll get you a new one!"

She couldn't think rationally because of the alcohol, Le Diandian ran to find beer, and ran back with a smirk: "I haven't drunk this before."

Mo Han didn't answer, tilted his head to look at her, and said quietly, "I came here by car."

Ji Qianning slapped her forehead and said, "Drinking instead of driving! I'll get you a drink."

A few minutes later, she came back with a bottle of orange juice, and she couldn't unscrew the cap even with all her strength.

Cool hands touched hers.

Ji Qianning was slightly taken aback.

Mo Han took the orange juice away, unscrewed the lid easily, took a sip, and looked at her: "Is there any more?"

what else?

Ji Qianning was in a daze, and said blankly: "No more."

"I'm leaving."

"Wait!" Ji Qianning came back to her senses, stopped her, and said weakly, "I haven't had a drink yet."

Mo Han raised her eyebrows, tapped the wine bottle in her hand with her chin, and said, "It's not safe for girls to drink too much at night."

"I look safe."

Mo Han sized her up presumptuously, smirked slightly, and said, "It's not safe."

Is this a compliment for her good looks?

Ji Qianning was in a turbulent mood, biting her lower lip lightly with her white teeth, with a shy face, complacent and unable to extricate herself.

"What's your name?"

"My name is Ji Qianning."

Unlike the excitement on the other side, this side seems very quiet.

Mo Han brought her a chair and motioned her to sit down.

Holding the wine bottle, Ji Qianning babbled, "I've liked you since high school. I was admitted to film school because of you, and I came here to meet you."

Mo Han: "What if I don't come?"

Ji Qianning: "If you don't come, hiccup, I won't come. I'll see you later."

Mo Han: "Don't drink indiscriminately in the future."

Ji Qianning: "Okay, if you don't let me drink it, I won't drink it. Cheers."

Glass bottles of different colors collide with each other, making a crisp sound.

Ji Qianning raised her neck, before drinking, the bottle was snatched away.

Mo Han frowned and said, "You're drunk."

"No." A drunk will never admit to being drunk.Ji Qianning took out a mug from her bulging bag, and offered it with both hands like offering treasures.

"what is this?"

"I made it myself, and I'll give it to you."

Mo Han's eyes changed slightly, and he said, "Cups can't be given away casually."

Ji Qianning's eyes were blurred, but she said seriously: "It's not casual, this is for you."

Mo Han hesitated for a few seconds, picked up the mug, saw the pattern on it clearly, wanted to laugh, and said mercilessly, "It's so ugly."

Ji Qianning seemed unable to hear the disgust in her words, patted her chest, and said proudly: "I drew it!"

Mo Han: "..."

The alcohol evaporated quickly, and Ji Qianning's tongue grew bigger, her mind was not clear, and she was half dragged and half hugged into the passenger seat in a daze.

There was a nice scent of eau de toilette in the car, the same as the cold fragrance on Mo Han's body, she closed her eyes.

Mo Han leaned over to help her fasten her seat belt, looked at her peaceful sleeping face, poked her tender face with slightly cool fingers, and said softly, "Is that so reassuring?"

"..."

"Don't sleep, tell me where you live first?"

Ji Qianning was woken up and rubbed her eyes.

In front of her was a face that appeared in her dreams all the time, cold and white, beautiful, with a faint orange fragrance from her slightly parted red lips.

She stretched out her hand out of nowhere, and touched the flower of Gaoling, her fingertips trembled.

The opponent didn't dodge.

Encouraged, she became more courageous, closed her eyes, and took the initiative to send her lips up.

No matter how cold the appearance is, the lips are soft and warm.

Ji Qianning is like a gluttonous child, eating the hard-earned pudding without any rules.

She didn't know what she was doing, she thought it was all a dream.

She was pushed away and woke up from the dream with timid eyes.

Mo Han's eyes were deep, and he gently pinched her chin with his fingers, looked at her for a long time, and said, "Go back to my house?"

She nodded.

She gave up her body and mind without reservation, and she asked for anything.

"It hurts—" she cried out.

Mo Han withdrew little by little, kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said softly, "Are you afraid?"

Ji Qianning shook her head desperately, wrapped her arms around her neck, begged her silently not to leave, and said with sobs, "I like you."

"Who do you like?"

"I like Mo Han."

"Call me Ah Han."

"Ahan..."

A night of chaos.

On the crew of "Mist", Mo Han called her into the exclusive dressing room and said, "Are you thirsty?"

Ji Qianning didn't dare to look directly at her, she shook her head first, then nodded again, at a loss for what to do.

A bottle of drink was stuffed into his hand.

Ji Qianning took a closer look, it was a bottle of orange juice, and her face was blushing.

"Do you still remember what happened that night?" Mo Han looked down at her.

She bit her lower lip and nodded.

Mo Han patted her head and said, "Leave after drinking."

"Ah."

She has always been obedient, and she drank the orange juice with a "gurgling", her stomach was swollen, and she couldn't taste what it was.

Log cabin, blasting scene.

The props made of foam caused a fire. Ji Qianning instinctively pushed away Mo Han who was closest to the danger, but she accidentally fell into the fire.

She was rolling in the fire, unable to cry out in pain, and when she was being carried on a stretcher, someone whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid, I won't let anything happen to you."

Under the dark treatment, she lost interest in the world.

Mo Han took her scarred hand and said sincerely: "I want to marry you."

The candle in her heart suddenly lit up, and she saw hope again.

They got a marriage license.

They had a lavish wedding.

They were having crazy sex in their new house in the suburban villa.

She became Mo Han's agent.

She accompanied her to see all the prosperity, and watched her reach the pinnacle of her career.The person she loves is still radiant and aloof.And what accompanied her was always ugliness, inferiority complex and restlessness.

She thought the road was long, but looking back it was so short.

There are dense documents on the glass coffee table, and the property is clearly divided. Mohan gave her the suburban villa and the luxury car, including half of the sky-high deposit.

Ji Qianning didn't want any of these alms.

It was only at the moment of divorce that she thought of saving that poor self-esteem.

Holding back tears, she signed the "Divorce Agreement" one stroke at a time, because her hands were shaking badly, the handwriting was crooked, and she was as ugly as her.

Mo Han's neat handwriting is in stark contrast to hers.

The agreement is in duplicate.

"Wife..." That was the last time Mo Han called her that.

Tears welled up.

Ji Qianning broke away from Mo Han's hand, grabbed an agreement, and rushed out of the house where they had lived together for ten years in embarrassment, and drove away in the face of the pouring rain.

She didn't realize that the silver car was coming after her.

Tears quickly blurred her eyes, and she couldn't see the road ahead.

"Boom—"

After the huge thunder, sand and stones fell from the sky, burying her and the car under the ground.

"Shallow Ning!"

The silver-white car stopped suddenly.

A slender figure stumbled over and fell on the place where she was buried, digging the soil with his hands frantically.

The mournful voice was almost drowned out by the sound of rain and thunder.

"You can't die, you haven't gone to the Civil Affairs Bureau with me to get a divorce certificate, you can't just leave!"

"I was wrong. I shouldn't have promised you a divorce. Please don't leave me."

"I won't let you die, I will definitely save you!"

It turned out to be Mo Han.

"Boom—"

Heavy rain poured down, sand and stones flew everywhere.

A boulder rolled down and hit Mo Han on the head without deviation or obliquely.

The rain continued, and the water on the ground turned into a river of blood.

When the rescue team came, the rain had stopped, and the blood was still all over the ground.

Someone burst into tears.

Someone shouted in surprise: "Here is a living one!"

The ambulance took the unconscious Mo Han to the hospital, and the operation was successful.

The doctor said: "Fortunately, it was delivered in time, and I can wake up after the dangerous period has passed."

"Di—" The last thing that got into my ears was a panicking electronic sound.

The picture in front of him suddenly disappeared.

Ji Qianning saw the blood solidified on the mirror, and her pale face reflected in the mirror.

"What's the matter, sister, wake up!" Ding Ling's voice brought her back to reality.

Cicada voice, human voice.

Cool sun, green trees.

In reality, only a few minutes passed, but she "walked" through her previous life.

Is this the end of the previous life?What about the back?

Is it because there is not enough blood and the mirror has failed?

Ji Qianning picked up the mirror and wiped her bloody finger on the mirror.

This time the miracle did not happen.

She still wanted to see what happened next, but only her tear-stained face was in the mirror.

She pushed away the anxious Ding Ling, rushed to the old woman's side, and asked in a daze, "What about the back, why is there no back?"

"No more," said the old woman.

"I want to see if she is awake, please let me watch again, okay?" She shook the old woman's body.

"I can't wake up." The old woman sighed heavily, took the mirror away while she was in a daze, and put it in a cloth bag.

"Why?" Ji Qianning asked tremblingly.

"died."

Ji Qianning's legs went limp and she fell to the ground.

She seemed to have grasped the life-saving straw, hugged the old woman's leg tightly, and said while weeping: "You lied to me...the doctor said that she would wake up after the critical period, how could she die?"

The old woman gave her a pitiful look, shook her head, and said, "In exchange for your life!"

There was a "boom" in my head, and something collapsed.

A second before fainting, Ji Qianning vaguely heard a voice saying: "Dead and alive again, go find her."