Reborn with a Cell Phone 2007

Ji Shumiao's perception changed to the third perspective again. She saw herself falling down the stairs, with her cervical vertebrae bent at a terrifying angle.

Upon receiving the news, Zhou Hui stumbled and pushed through the crowd, looking more embarrassed than ever before. His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were empty, as if his body had lost its soul.

He almost crawled towards her on his hands and knees, and stretched out his trembling hand to feel her breath.

Zhou Hui let out a trapped beast's wail from his throat, the blood rushing to his heart, and he was filled with despair and helplessness. He gasped and groaned, and spat out a mouthful of blood, staining his usually crisp and tidy shirt red.

Ji Shulang rushed over after receiving the news. He couldn't believe that his sister died in such an unclear manner and insisted on performing an autopsy.

After receiving the report, Ji Shulang turned around and punched Zhou Hui in the face: "Beast!"

——There is a four-week-old fetus in Ji Shumiao’s belly.

Zhou Hui returned the punch with bloodshot eyes. The two men refused to give in to the other and wrestled with each other with all their strength. No matter how others tried to persuade them, they could not separate.

Zhou Hui's smile was uglier than crying: "What qualifications do you have to teach me? She has always been alone, and you are a brother who suddenly appeared from nowhere? Who knows what ulterior motives you have? Are you here for the inheritance?!"

Ji Shulang punched him in the abdomen, his eyes also red: "Who do you think you are?!"

The two tried their best, both trying to turn their pain into resentment and vent it on each other in order to find relief.

The two fought until they were exhausted and in tears.

Although no one wanted to talk to the other, the two of them still tacitly held a funeral for Ji Shumiao and dealt with Ji Shumiao's belongings - all her property was donated free of charge, as a way of accumulating merit for her. After all, dying from falling down the stairs was somewhat unlucky.

Ji Shulang insisted on taking her ashes back to her hometown for burial, and this time Zhou Hui did not object.

There is another grave mound next to the joint tomb of Ji Zhenhua and Qin Rong.

"I will soon forget you."

Zhou Hui stood in front of her tombstone and spoke softly, as if he was speaking to her, but also as if he was speaking to himself.

She said she would soon forget about Ji Shumiao and become her relic.

But within a year, Zhou Hui, tortured by remorse, sold the company, bought her family's old house, and restored it to its original appearance based on old photos.

Zhou Hui settled down in Jijiagou and went up the mountain every day to clean the tombstones for her and her parents and chat with them.

"I want to carve my name on your tombstone and add the word 'wife' before your name, but I'm afraid you'll be angry."

Zhou Hui lowered his eyes, and two tears fell on the ground and seeped into the soil.

"How could you forget? Do you hate me? Or have you really forgotten?"

No one answered him. The only sound in the forest was the rustling of leaves in the wind.

At first, the people in Jijiagou used Zhou Hui as a topic of conversation after dinner, but over time, they accepted the existence of such a person in the village. The elders often guided Zhou Hui to grow vegetables in the open space next to the house.

A few years later, Ji Shulang brought Ji Shiqian, who was in the late stage of cancer, back to his hometown. He and Zhou Hui reconciled their past grudges, and the two of them accompanied Ji Shiqian through his last moments together.

When the world was in complete chaos, the people of Jijiagou were unprecedentedly united and helped each other.

Faced with bandits who came to raid and loot the village, someone came up with an idea - hide the living people in the graves and disguise the village as an empty one.

So the young men took turns to stand guard, and if they saw any strangers approaching the village, everyone would hide in the graves of their ancestors.

Every time the crisis was resolved, people would dig up Ji Shumiao's grave and pull out Zhou Hui, who was holding her urn and refused to come out.

The villagers didn't dare to farm anymore, so they shared their limited food and chewed leaves and picked wild fruits together.

Faced with the survival crisis, the elderly were the first to collapse from the dual torture of mental and physical suffering, and died one after another. Zhou Hui attended one simple funeral after another, seeing off one deceased person after another, including Ji Shulang, who was sick but had no medicine to treat him.

Longevity has become the most vicious curse.

China uprooted the Doomsday Organization, and the survivors of Jijiagou listened to the radio with tears in their eyes, celebrating the new world.

People picked up their hoes and went to the fields, full of fighting spirit to respond to the policy call and resume production and life in the shortest possible time.

The days seemed to have returned to the time before the end of the world.

Zhou Hui still went up the mountain every day to clean her tombstone, sit in front of her grave and chat with her about trivial matters.

Someone's sow in the village gave birth to twelve piglets. He scattered pea seeds in the vegetable field today. He will go to the town to buy some chicks to raise...

A good president has become a country bumpkin and a widow.

In the past, people had to wear a well-ironed suit before going out, and their shoes and trouser legs were always covered with fresh mud.

When the big earthquake came and the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, Zhou Hui stumbled up the mountain, looked at the cracked grave mound, jumped down without hesitation, and was swallowed by the earth while holding Ji Shumiao's urn.