Three words popped out of Zhuang Mengdie's mouth, and then he opened his eyes and looked at everything in front of him. Suddenly, could it be that Zhuang Zhou really dreamed of a butterfly? Was that a dream? Or did it really happen?
If it was a dream, why was the heartache and heartbreak so real?
In front of his eyes, those people forced his mother to death, hacked his little brother to death, gouged out the eyes and tongue of the man who had always cared for him the most, and made him become that man. The prostitute who was so helpless took a knife and stabbed it into her heart...
Zhuang Mengdie was carefully recalling the memory that had been distorted by time and space, when a gentle and sweet voice came to her ears, "Die'er, get up soon, wake Bu Zhou up by the way, breakfast is ready for you. You two siblings should go to school quickly after dinner; Die'er, you are in your third year of junior high school, and the high school entrance examination will be in a few months. You have to work hard and work hard to get into a key high school and bring honor to your mother. I have to leave right away. , Someone from the head office came to inspect today, and he is the prince of the Fang Group. If he is late, it will be tragic..."
Zhuang Mengdie could no longer listen to what else was said behind this voice. She only felt that these words were very familiar and familiar, a strong and rich sense of familiarity. Someone must be somewhere, at a certain moment, using I said the same thing in this tone.ćć
"Third grade? High school entrance examination? Prince?" Zhuang Mengdie muttered, looking at the very familiar environment around him, he was suddenly confused, and then he heard a voice full of magnetism and love. : "Die'er, I'm not careful, hurry up, after breakfast, daddy will take you to school!" This voice is still so familiar, exactly the same as in the memory!
"Dad? Dad was killed by the Fang family six years ago..." Thinking of this, Zhuang Mengdie shuddered all over, "Six years ago? Did I go back to six years ago? I am now six years ago Me? Did I travel through time? Travel back to six years ago? Iām only fifteen years old this year?ā
With these thoughts in her mind, Zhuang Mengdie jumped off the bed and rushed out with bare feet. As soon as she rushed out of the room door, she bumped into her father Zhuang Tianqing. She looked up and saw the familiar resolute face. With his face on his face, he shouted excitedly: "Dad!"
"Die'er, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Are you having a nightmare?" Zhuang Tianqi said lovingly, but Zhuang Mengdie hugged her father tightly with both hands, so tight, and murmured: "This This is not a dream, this is not a dream, this is real, real, my dad is still alive, still alive..."
"Die'er, what's wrong? What nonsense are you talking about? Your father and I are alive and well, why aren't we alive?"
"Yes, dad is alive, alive..." Zhuang Mengdie's eyes were moist, and another question popped up in his mind. He left Zhuang Tianqing's arms suddenly and asked in a shocked voice: "Dad, what is today's day?" Number?"
"What happened on September 21st? Die'er, I feel like you are different from usual!" Zhuang Tianqing touched his daughter's head and said.
Zhuang Mengdie's voice began to tremble, "Dad, is it August 14th on the lunar calendar?"
"Yes, tomorrow is August 15th, the Mid-Autumn Festival!"
"Mid-Autumn Festival?" Zhuang Mengdie's face suddenly turned pale, she turned and rushed out, shouting loudly: "Mom..."