Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Jingle Bell--

"Hello, this is the president's office." Ji Shumiao picked up the landline phone immediately, speaking in a clip-on voice that was emotionless and full of technique.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and then Zhou Bapi's low and equally emotionless voice carried electricity into Ji Shumiao's ears: "It's me, take my phone down."

Ji Shumiao smiled politely: "Okay, boss."

The phone Zhou Hui wore was the Huawei Mate 60 Pro, which was released last week. Anyone who saw it would have to say it was “far ahead”.

Zhou Hui was having a meeting in the conference room downstairs, which was only one floor away. Ji Shumiao chose to take the stairs. The moment he stepped on empty air, Ji Shumiao's mind went blank. He only heard a clear sound of bones breaking coming from his cervical vertebrae, and instantly his whole body was in pain.

Fortunately, the pain was short-lived and Ji Shumiao quickly lost consciousness.

……

What will my epitaph say?

——This 26-year-old woman died from her high heels and tiled stairs.

Ji Shumiao suffered from a headache, nausea and vomiting, and was in so much pain that he kept crying.

The hard body beneath her made her bones ache. Ji Shumiao cried even harder. Did she have to suffer even after death? Didn't Zhou Paopi bury her properly out of humanitarianism?

A pair of gentle and powerful hands picked her up, and then she fell into a warm and broad embrace.

Ji Shumiao opened his eyes with difficulty, wanting to see which Bodhisattva came to save him, but instead he saw a face he had been thinking about day and night.

"dad……"

Are you here to pick me up?

so good……

Thinking back on the years he had lived alone, Ji Shumiao burst into tears out of grievance.

Ji Zhenhua's heart was broken. He held his daughter in his arms along with the quilt and coaxed her softly, "Miaomiao, don't cry. You'll be fine after taking the medicine."

What kind of medicine is she taking? Why does she need to take medicine now that she has gone to heaven?

Ji Shumiao cried loudly: "I want my mother——"

The next second, Qin Rong came in with a bowl of egg custard: "Little annoying guy."

Ji Shumiao was stunned. Heaven was so wonderful. Everything you wanted was there.

That's right, how come there's a leak when you speak?

Ji Shumiao pushed it with his tongue and cursed in his heart.

Where are my teeth! Where are my side teeth! Where are my side teeth that I spent so much money and went through so much pain to have orthodontically corrected!

Did he eat it when he fell to his death?!

Qin Rong blew on the egg custard and fed it to Ji Shumiao's mouth: "Open your mouth."

Ji Shumiao opened his mouth obediently. The stubble on his father's chin and every strand of his mother's hair were clearly visible. He could also clearly feel his father's body temperature and the egg custard in his mouth.

At this time, the IQ that had left her regained its high ground, and Ji Shumiao's mind gradually became clear. She realized that this might not be a dream, and it didn't seem to be the world after death...

Ji Shumiao was eating the egg custard that Qin Rong fed her while her eyes were darting around the room. It was a narrow, old single room filled with old sundries. The already cramped space was divided into two areas by a curtain. Her single bed was at the innermost position and the light was very dim.

This is the house that their family of three rents in Beijing!

Opposite the bed, on the mottled wall, there is a calendar hanging - June 2007, 6!

At this time, she was not even ten years old!

Looking down at herself, she realized that it was impossible for her to have a body of only 26 years old, as her father could hold her whole body in his arms.

Sure enough, he looked like he was ten years old.

Ji Shumiao opened his mouth to take the egg custard Qin Rong fed him, his brain working rapidly.

The current situation is not right. She doesn't seem to be dead, but more like she has been reborn or traveled through time.

Qin Rong fed her a bowl of egg custard in no time, and then fed her medicine. She thought her daughter would have to be coaxed to take the medicine, but she didn't expect her daughter to swallow all the pills in one gulp, and then gulp down water to swallow them.

Qin Rong was surprised: "That's weird. I used to take pills one by one, and if they were a little bigger, I would crush them and add sugar. What happened today?"

Ji Shumiao chuckled: "It won't be bitter if you eat the whole thing."

Ji Zhenhua pinched two pieces of rock candy and put them into her mouth: "My daughter is really smart."

"My daughter is smart, but my father is stupid." Qin Rong rolled her eyes. "Are you stupid? You gave your daughter two popsicles in such hot weather, and also gave her pineapples, candied haws, and pigeon meat. Is there any father like you?"

Ji Zhenhua was scolded like a coward, not daring to breathe and nodding his head repeatedly to admit his mistakes.

Ji Shumiao remembered that her father took her to visit a fellow villager who sold fruit yesterday. It was too hot on the road, so they bought some popsicles. After Ji Shumiao finished hers, she wanted more, so Ji Zhenhua gave her his.

The pineapple and candied haws were given by the uncle, but her father was wronged about the pigeon meat. On the way home, the father and daughter saw someone selling pigeon meat. Ji Zhenhua wanted to stew pigeon soup for his wife, but Qin Rong felt sorry for her daughter, so most of the pigeon went into Ji Shumiao's mouth.

Ji Shumiao has been in poor health since he was a child. Maybe it was because he ate too much or was too weak to be nourished, but he started vomiting and having diarrhea and had a high fever last night.

Tears kept falling down her face, and she almost forgot that she used to be so delicate that she needed two people to coax her even when she took medicine.

Later, when she was without her family, she even went to the hospital alone for surgery.

Qin Rong didn't bother to scold her husband anymore. She reached out and touched her daughter's forehead: "Where else is it hurting? Tell mom quickly."

"Why don't we go to the hospital for an injection?" Ji Zhenhua suggested.

Qin Rong said strangely: "You don't have a fever."

Ji Shumiao burst into tears: "I just... miss you guys so much."

This made the couple so distressed that they wished they could take out their hearts and coax their beloved child with gentle voices.

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It was late at night and everyone was asleep. Ji Shumiao tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep. He was reluctant to fall asleep and he didn't dare to fall asleep, for fear that he would wake up and find that this was just another dream.

The weather in June was already hot, and Ji Zhenhua sat beside the bed and fanned her, yawning continuously as he did so.

"Dad, go to bed. Just fan me."

"No, you can't use the fan. It's not okay if it makes you sick again!"

"I don't want to cover myself with this quilt! It's hot!"

"No, what if my stomach gets cold again?"

Ji Shumiao sighed, picked up the pillow and wanted to change the direction to sleep so that Ji Zhenhua could fan him more conveniently. But as soon as he picked it up, he put it back suddenly and pressed it down tightly.

Oh my God!

That thing that almost blinded my eyes just now, is it... Kunlun glass?

"What's wrong?" Ji Zhenhua was yawning just now and didn't see what was under the pillow.

Ji Shumiao waved his hands repeatedly: "Nothing!"

Ji Shumiao closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. Ji Zhenhua fanned her for a long time, and only left quietly after seeing that she had fallen asleep.

Ji Shumiao breathed a sigh of relief and took out the "Far Ahead" from under the pillow.

Fortunately, she knew Zhou Gouder's cell phone password, so she covered the light with a quilt and turned the brightness to the lowest.

Ji Shumiao didn't dare to move too much. The wooden bed was not stable and would make noise if she moved. Once the noise came, her parents would come to see if she had kicked the quilt again.

2023年9月8日 上午10:46——手机显示的是她摔下楼梯的时间。

The cell phone signal is full, can I use it?

Ji Shumiao opened WeChat and sent a message to his own chat box, but it always showed that the message was not sent successfully.

Ji Shumiao slapped his head - WeChat was only launched in 2011, and now it doesn’t even have a server.

The same goes for QQ, SMS, etc., messages cannot be sent.

If we can’t send it to the future, what about now?

Ji Shumiao searched for the QQ number he used when he was ten years old and tried to send a message to a stranger - it worked!

Does that mean the Internet is available? But there is not even 3G now!

Ji Shumiao clicked on a certain website, and the recommended entry on the homepage was:

Japanese media reported that the first batch of nuclear contaminated water discharged into the sea has reached 6100 tons;

South Africa joins the International Lunar Research Station program;

North Korea launches its first tactical nuclear attack submarine;

……

Thinking of a possibility, Ji Shumiao searched in the input box with trembling fingers: major events in 2007.

The search results popped up in the blink of an eye, including all the major events from the beginning of the year to the end of the year.

Ji Shumiao was so excited that his heart almost stopped beating. He pinched himself to make sure he was not dreaming, and searched for events in 08, 09, and 10. Without exception, they all appeared on the mobile phone page.

If I were to use the word time travel to describe it, then my soul has traveled back to the body of my elementary school days, and the phone in my hand has traveled back to 2007. The strange thing is that 3G will not be developed until next year, and will not be widely used until the year after, but this 4.99G phone can actually be used normally.

It is indeed far ahead!

With an excited heart and trembling hands, Ji Shumiao entered the winning numbers of the latest issue of the Double Color Ball.

After memorizing the winning numbers, Ji Shumiao burned eight incense sticks to the God of Wealth on the desktop widget.

Eighty-eight means prosperity!

With the phone against his chest, Ji Shumiao tried to calm himself and sort out his thoughts. The most important thing right now was to save his father's life.

On November 2007, 11, Dad was stabbed to death by gangsters for protecting them. Mom did not want any compensation and insisted that the murderer pay with his life. The murderer was sentenced to 30 years in prison in the first instance. Qin Rong appealed, but the second instance upheld the original verdict. The mastermind behind the scenes was perfectly invisible.

Her mother couldn't bear the blow and her health deteriorated. At the end of the second year, she took her back to her hometown and eventually passed away in her sophomore year of high school.

If I could start over again in this life, I would never let tragedy happen again.

Ji Shumiao held the phone and swore secretly in his heart.