Qianye closed his wet umbrella and hung it in the corner next to the shoe cabinet.
It's raining heavily outside.
His shoes were covered with dirty water and mud.
Even though he stepped lightly on the floor, he left a very obvious footprint...
"Hey, Xiaoye is back. Hurry up and eat. The food on the table has just been heated."
A man who was much older than when we first met him came out of the kitchen wearing an apron and carrying a bowl of soup.
His hair has become a little whiter.
The wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are also very noticeable...
"What are you going to eat? It's raining so heavily outside. You must be wet all over your body. Change your clothes first and then dry your hair, otherwise you will catch a cold!"
The mother in pajamas walked out of the bedroom. She took off the mask from her face and threw it into the trash can. Then she sat in front of the dressing table and looked at her face carefully.
"Tsk, this mask doesn't work at all. It has no effect at all. No, I have to go to his store to return it!"
She murmured to herself.
Qianye didn't say much.
He followed his mother's request and put on a clean set of clothes before sitting at the dining table.
I have lived in this world for a long time.
He needs to almost get used to life here...
"Hey, Xiaoye, how did you do in this exam?" His father put a piece of fish meat into Qianye's bowl and asked him very kindly.
"Needless to say? He must be the first! Has Xiaoye's performance ever changed? Every time, he is far behind the second place. Our child is the best!"
Before Qianye could answer.
The mother scolded the man from the side.
Then he looked at Qianye with a look like "I'm right!"...
"Well, first place."
Qianye swallowed the food in his mouth.
He replied calmly.
Yes.
From a certain perspective, this can be compared to his second life.
As a person with past life memories.
And in the case of "rebirth" with poor results in the first place.
Qianye's life in this world can simply be described as being like a fish in water...
In the eyes of parents.
He has a maturity and calmness beyond ordinary children.
In the eyes of the teacher.
He is a genius who is very talented in everything...
In the eyes of classmates and friends.
He is a big, fussy guy who is not interested in Internet cafe games or anything like that.
And in the eyes of neighbors.
He is what is called someone else's child...
Life in this mode.
It can be described as a refreshing article about urban rebirth...
Thanks to the good conditions at home.
Qianye never encountered any difficulties in his life.
He only needs to do things from a normal person's point of view, and everything will be smooth sailing...
…
Finished the meal.
Qianye left the transcript on the table as usual.
Then he returned to his bedroom alone.
on the transcript.
The title of "High School Final Mock Exam Paper for Sophomore Year" above the head is particularly eye-catching...
Secondly.
These are the scores for each subject marked below.
Watching Qianye return to the bedroom.
Parents also took a symbolic glance at the report card...
The expected almost perfect scores were also reflected in their eyes.
They looked at each other.
It's like they can see through each other's thoughts...
"You said, Xiaoye always locks himself in the bedroom as soon as he comes home. Is it not good for him?"
"It's possible. I saw the news a few days ago that there was a child who had very good grades, but didn't like talking to others, and ended up suffering from depression."
"Well, I think you should take advantage of this vacation time to compensate him. The college entrance examination is coming soon. If there is any unexpected situation and you fail, it will be a pity."
"Yeah, that's what I planned too... By the way, there is a gift in the room for Ono when I come back this time. Remember to bring it to him later."
"OK……"
"This kid Xiaoye is indeed well-behaved, but he's just a little too boring."
…
in the room.
Qianye just sat in front of the wooden table.
He stared at a diary on the table without moving his eyes...
The ballpoint pen he held in his hand kept spinning.
It seems that I want to record something on it, but in the end it seems that there is nothing to write down...
The contents of the diary.
Finally, I stopped at an article titled "Yandere Female Boss".
for a long time.
He sighed.
I started to look through what I had recorded before...
Familiar yet unfamiliar words came into view. Qianye looked at the things that seemed like his own experience and also seemed like his own imagination, and felt that he could not calm down for a long time.
"Can I still go back..."
"Perhaps, in fact, I am already dead, and this is my reincarnation."
"It's just a memory."
After he touched the words with his fingers.
Finally close the diary.
I threw it in my wooden desk cabinet...
There.
Besides this one, there are other diaries that are already full...
"Fourteen years."
He leaned back in his chair and whispered.
Didi!
The phone's ringtone rings.
Qianye took his cell phone out of his pocket slowly.
He unlocked the lock screen expressionlessly.
Then he saw in the communication software that a female classmate sent him a message...
It was an ignorant expression of love in youth.
The words are full of shyness and childishness.
This female classmate is his deskmate.
I have a pretty good relationship with him.
Normally, if there was nothing serious, he would be willing to lend his homework to others to copy...
certainly.
This is just because the relationship is relatively good.
Qianye has not thought about the development of any special relationship with the opposite sex during her school days...
Just like rejecting other female classmates.
First, he sent a message saying "Read well".
Then I clicked on the page to see the screen for deleting and blocking friends...
He did a lot of such things.
In fact, I have already gotten used to it.
only.
Just when Qianye was about to press the black button, he unexpectedly hesitated for two seconds.
In these two seconds.
He thought a lot...
Do you want to really give it a try, live a serious life here, and experience real life?
I thought, I can't go back to my original world anyway.
Just do your best and forget about it.
Treat this as the place where you really live...
Tell the truth.
It was rare that he wavered in his desire to "go back".
Although it was only two seconds.
But at this moment he was still shaken...
Of course, the female classmate was eventually deleted and blocked.
He also started to write the homework assigned by the teacher tonight.
Days like this.
He doesn't know when he will be taller.
When will it end...
Every day I try to open the novel panel ends in failure.
It seems like he really has nothing to do about it...
…
…
Another six years.
Six years have passed again.
Most of my parents' hair has turned white.
Even if you use black hair dye...
But it is still difficult to conceal their gradually aging faces and postures.
In these six years.
Qianye still hasn't found a way out.
He can only follow the current normal flow of life.
Got into a very good university.
Then graduate and start working...
During this period, he still met many girls who showed love to him.
But he refused them all.
subconsciously.
Qianye knew that he did not belong to this world.
Just like the world that does not belong to "Mom".
Except for the prosperity in front of me.
There is still someone waiting for him at the end of the years...
Although the longer I spend here.
The more he has the illusion that he has actually died long ago and is now just in his second life...
But he still stuck to his heart.
I think these are just illusions caused by the plot of the "Yandering Female Boss" that was arbitrarily changed by him...
Even this thought.
Look at it from the perspective of current reality.
It would feel very childish...
But he still felt that way.
…
Three years and three years.
Because Chino's ability is very outstanding.
He is also doing well at work.
However, in just a few years, he has pushed his position to a very high level in society.
With the memory of two worlds.
He has always been the boss's favorite...
To use a sentence his boss once said to him.
That is, the company can fail.
But he can't...
so.
in the eyes of others.
Chino became known as a successful person.
Plus he has always been single.
There are also many relatives who come to the house for matchmaking...
His parents followed him in an elderly tone and advised him that he was not young now, so he could consider trying to find a good family and start a new family.
After all, they can't stay with Qianye forever...
only.
Chinodu still refused.
It wasn’t that the women his parents arranged for him to go on blind dates with were not good-looking, nor was it that the conditions of those girls were not good.
It's just because he has always had a knot in his heart.
This knot kept reminding him.
There is another person.
Waiting for yourself at the end...
In the wooden table and cupboard in the bedroom where I used to live when I was a child.
Those diaries written down have long since become moldy.
Plus it's because of the humidity in the room.
The papers in the diary are also stuck together, and even the writing on them is difficult to read...
Chino never opened those diaries again.
Never mentioned it to anyone again.
He actually does not belong to this world's "middle-class" discourse...
Every night when I have a rare rest.
He would always buy himself a few cans of beer.
Then sit on a park bench.
Looking at the lake at night, pouring the bubbling beer down my throat...
"I don't belong here."
"Someone is waiting for me."
"I have to go back..."
Qianye always tells herself this.
…
This day.
The calendar has been turned over one article after another.
The ivy on the wall of my hometown also spread from the corner to the window...
Half of a cactus planted when I was young.
Nowadays, you can also fill several flower pots...
The news came from home that my mother had passed away due to illness.
Dragging his tired body, Qianye passed by the sunflowers in front of his neighbor's house, and finally stood at the gate of his hometown.
Reflection in the glass window.
Reflecting his middle-aged face...
My father sat on the threshold in rare silence.
Holding her mother's urn in her hands.
He raised his head and glanced at his son who was returning home.
A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Although at the corners of his eyes covered with crow's feet, there were still tears that had not been wiped clean not long ago.
But he still wants to be in the best condition.
Come to welcome my son back home...
A lot happened on this day.
A lot happened.
Even if Qianye is a heartless person, he doesn't want to mention it...
After his father saw him.
That night this humorous man committed suicide on the big bed where he and his wife were sleeping...
Next to the bedside table.
There are also wedding photos of the two of them when they were young.
And in the living room.
There is also an old refrigerator that has not been used for many years, but he has been reluctant to throw away when his wife came here as a bride...
Qianye buried the two elders together with his own hands.
In front of the cold grave.
I put a bouquet of white chrysanthemums that also had no temperature...
In the end, Qianye did not follow his father's last words and find a good girl to start a new family.
in this world.
He has always been very rebellious against his parents' instructions.
This day.
That was the last time he rebelled...
…
A few days later.
Qianye walked into the familiar company with a lonely figure dragging his luggage.
He made a decision that no one had ever thought of...
At a time when his career was reaching its peak.
He resigned...
Not only did this surprise everyone.
Even the boss was surprised.
He also thought that Qianye was poached by other companies and was preparing to change jobs.
So in order to keep Qianye at that time.
He reluctantly raised Qianye's salary to an exaggerated level...
But even so.
Chino still resigned.
He didn't do anything eye-opening, nor did he say "I quit" to his boss as domineeringly as in movies and TV shows.
He was just taking advantage of the afternoon.
When the sunset just sets in the Western Mountains.
He placed the resignation letter lightly on the HR desk...
Then walked out of the door alone.
Walking towards the bean curd rice restaurant across the road that has been open for many years.
I spent ten dollars to fill my belly...
Qianye doesn't know.
Is this the right thing to do yourself?
He only knows.
Keep doing this yourself.
That's the wrong choice...
When he returned home again, he cleaned the bathroom inside and out, then put the computer on the table and turned it on.
Repeat his work in that world.
Write a novel...
The pen name is still the same pen name.
It's just that he wanted to write something different from before.
I thought about it for a long time.
Finally he typed the new title "The Playwright of Destiny" on the keyboard...
He didn't write much.
The plot is not substantial enough either.
Even the twist in the story is cliche...
But he didn't care at all.
Because this is everything he has experienced in that world...
…
The sunset will still fade away.
Time is moving forward after all...
In the end, Qianye didn't find anyone to be her partner.
But in old age.
I pushed my wheelchair hard by myself, holding bread in my hand, and came to the beach to quietly feed the seagulls resting on the ground...
His hair looked whiter in the setting sun.
The wrinkles on the face also look more aged...
Qianye knew that his time was running out.
He doesn't expect to be able to return to the world in his memory...
Even at the end of life.
He felt that as long as he knew.
Just don’t belong here...
The waves are lapping.
The seagulls also flew farther away with the wind.
They just flap their wings occasionally.
Just make sure you don't fall...
Qianye stared at the seagulls going away.
He didn't know if they were staring at him too.
In these last moments.
He forgot many, many things.
But I haven’t forgotten the name that has always been hidden in my heart...
"There is room."
He relies on a wheelchair.
Looking at the sea level, I said this name with a kind face...
No matter what, as long as the direction is right, just follow that line, it doesn't matter if you go slower.
It's good to know that someone is waiting for you at the end...