Revenge of Rebirth: Miss Femme

"Simple, simple, simple..."

Calls kept ringing in her ears, Jian Jian only felt that her head was heavy, and she wanted to wake up from the drowsiness, but she couldn't open her heavy eyelids, but the voices in her ears kept urging her to wake up.

"Mr. School Doctor, how is she? Does she need to be sent to the hospital?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the weather is too hot, it's just a heat stroke, and you can wake up after taking a rest."

"Thank you, Mr. School Doctor, it's really troublesome for you."

Who is talking in the ear, crisp and immature, with eagerness in the tone, but after going through so many things, who has long since betrayed her, who will care about her?Who would care about her who had nothing and lived under the illusion?

Maybe this thought was too strong, Jian Jian struggled to open his eyes slowly, trying to see the person who spoke clearly.

When Jian Jian opened his eyes, what he saw was a young face, just like the face that had never changed in memory.

"Zhuang Qingqing?"

Hearing this sound, the people standing by immediately showed joyful expressions, "That's great, it's simple, you woke up, and you passed out suddenly, which scared me to death. The school doctor said you had heatstroke. If there is something wrong, you should What to do, how is it, is there any discomfort?"

Jian Jian blinked his eyes, but didn't realize what was going on, why did Zhuang Qingqing appear, and she still looked like she was in high school?

Seeing that the person on the hospital bed remained silent, just looking at her in surprise, Zhuang Qingqing stretched out his hand and waved in front of Jian Jian, trying to call the attention of someone who was distracted.

"Simple, what's the matter with you, are you all right?"

Simply being dazzled by the shaking, my head was still groggy, but after being shaken like this, my head became even more confused, and I turned my head slightly to avoid the hands that kept moving back and forth in front of my eyes. Unexpectedly, when I saw the calendar on the wall, The year and month numbers on it made the confused Jian sit up suddenly, staring at the wall calendar in disbelief.

Zhuang Qingqing was taken aback by Jian Jian's sudden actions, and before she could ask Jian Jian what was going on, she was caught and questioned by Jian Jian.

"What's the date today?" Jian Jian couldn't take his eyes off the wall calendar, his voice trembling.

Zhuang Qingqing frowned, and the place where Jian Jian grabbed was a little painful. Although she didn't know why Jian Jian suddenly became agitated, she could see that Jian Jian was very, very eager to know the answer.

"number 22."

Jian Jian slowly turned his eyes from the wall calendar to Zhuang Qingqing who told her the answer, his eyes were calm before the embankment broke, and his voice was cautious, "How many years, how many months."

"January 2012."

As soon as the words fell, Zhuang Qingqing saw the person who was originally on the hospital bed, whose face turned red and pale for a while, and ran out of the door, but there was no one there, leaving her scratching her head alone, thinking about what happened today What a special day that makes simplicity so stressful.

2012 6 Month 22 Day.

Jian Jian will never forget what day it is, it is her mother's death day, and it is also a day that she constantly regrets and regrets.

That day, her mother made an appointment with her to go to Aunt Xu's house together. After school, she waited at the door as promised, but after waiting for a long time, she never saw her mother. Because her mother broke the appointment, she went angrily. The friend's house didn't go home, and the phone was turned off. When she turned it on again, she received the news that her mother had died of illness, and she didn't even see her for the last time.