Rebirth: My Mother is a Virgin Mary

I didn't care about Cheng Xinyuan and the others' reactions and just walked to the parking lot. Ms. Lin and my second aunt were already waiting by the car.

When she saw me coming over, she immediately rushed up to me and hugged me, "I'm sorry, darling, we didn't know..." Ms. Lin explained self-reproachfully.

I broke free from Ms. Lin's embrace, opened the trunk and took out my things. "I'm tired. I'm going to the hotel to rest first and will be back early tomorrow morning."

Ignoring Ms. Lin's self-blame, I shook off my second aunt's hand, and walked towards the hotel indifferently without any emotion.

The hotel was booked before departure. It was not easy to book three rooms during the peak tourist season. One standard room and two double rooms. We had already discussed how to stay. Three boys stayed in one room, Ms. Lin and my second aunt stayed in one room, and I stayed in one room. I opened the door, threw my things on the floor, ordered a takeout as quickly as possible, touched my forehead, and ordered a thermometer and cold medicine.

I lay on the bed exhausted, tears streaming down my face. Now I know they are worried, and I apologized. What did they do before? They kept saying they cared about me, but if they really cared, how come no one noticed that they took my bag and my clothes? If they really cared, why didn't they reply to my messages? Even if they were preparing a so-called surprise for me, or even just telling me a lie, they trusted me so much, but they didn't even want to be perfunctory...

I can't understand it, and I can't forgive it.

There was a knock on the door. I thought the takeaway had arrived, so I called out to leave it at the door. There was no response. I turned on my phone and found that none of the takeaway had arrived. There was another knock on the door. It was Cheng Xinyuan's voice: "Sister..."

"Get away from me! I don't want to see you now!" I yelled.

"You need to eat, sister...can you please open the door..." I knew he was crying from his voice, and his crying made me upset.

"Now you know I need to eat? Don't worry, I won't let myself starve! I just want to be alone! Go away!" I continued to yell.

The noise outside the door stopped. I opened the peephole on the door and looked around, but it seemed like there was no one there. Who knows if someone was waiting next to me?

The takeaways arrived together, and I quietly opened the door a crack to make sure there was no one around before bringing the takeaways in. I took my temperature before eating, as I was feeling very cold and increasingly uncomfortable.

Thirty-eight and a half degrees, he indeed has a fever. His little body really can't take it.

The hotel environment is very good, with a large French window, lush park natural scenery in sight, winter can have such a rare scene. There is a coffee table in front of the window, I sat there and ate while looking outside.

There is a small square in the center of the park, with steps, like a small theater. I heard that it is rented to guests for wedding ceremonies. It was a festival, and the center of the stage was decorated with bright lights, not red ones, but bright colors, full of childishness. I couldn't help but take a second look, it was my favorite style.

I once went to a very famous amusement park. Although it was just for work, the style there deeply attracted me. It was like a fairy tale, without worries, without sorrow, only happiness. I yearned for such a place, and even bought an annual pass for such a place for the first time at a high price, just to come here to sit when I had time. Even if I have to return to the cruel reality after indulging myself, I am willing to hide here and be isolated from the world for a while. But in my previous life, I didn’t have time for leisure... That annual pass became the most unfair money I spent, and it also became my lingering obsession. I naively believed that only there could I be truly happy.

The preserved egg and lean meat porridge I ordered was not that tasty. Maybe it was because of my health, I couldn't finish it after eating half of it. My eyes unconsciously glanced at the joyful scene that looked like a circus.

The sign in the middle seemed to still have words flashing, but it was a little hard to make out. I took out my glasses, put them on, and wiped the small window glass in front of me. It was a little far away, but I could barely see it.

There were seven words. I read them softly as I read them:

"Lin, Lin, wants, to, be, happy, forever..."

I stood there in a daze, with a bitter smile on my face. So, this was the surprise they had prepared for me?

I'm sure I'm the only one who said I liked these.

After Cheng Xinyuan was discharged from the hospital in my previous life, my relationship with Ms. Lin eased for a long time. During that time, I was willing to talk to her about my work troubles and life worries, and I would also have unintentional joy. During one phone call, I excitedly described to her what I saw and heard in that paradise-like amusement park, but she interrupted me when I was excited: "How can you still have the time, mood and spare money to go to such a place? Don't you know what's going on in my family?"

Every word is accusing me of being unworthy...

Since then I have never told anyone what I really like, but that wonderful amusement park has always become my obsession.

Did Ms. Lin suddenly remember what I said when she was looking back on the past? So she wanted to make up for the guilt she felt for me back then on the twenty-year-old me now?

But how could she know that she was facing me, a person of the same soul as her?

It was she who extinguished hope, and it was also she who wanted to make up for the regret.

But the way she made up for her regret hurt me in another way.

If the cost of fixing one mistake is making another, it’s better not to make it in the first place.

I don't like this surprise at all.

I closed the curtains and stopped looking at the scene outside the window. I can handle my obsession by myself, and I don't need her so-called surprise preparations. Her compensation is not for me, but for her, to make herself feel better. When she carefully prepared those things with Cheng Xinyuan and others, she must have imagined how surprised and touching it would be...

Are you touched? Maybe I would be touched in my previous life...

Everyone dies once, it’s all a dream, and many things don’t matter anymore.

In the end, she was the only one who was moved.

I sent a message to Cheng Xinyuan: I saw it, thank you for your trouble, but I don’t like it, please tear it down. I’m very tired, so I’m going to sleep first.

I hope the fever will be gone when I wake up tomorrow, I thought. After all, I still have to drive, and at least I have to make sure I get home safely.

On the way back, the carriage was still eerily quiet, different from the quietness I had suppressed on the way here. This time it was ice-cold silence, and the air pressure was eerily low.

I was in no mood to pay attention to them, I was concentrating on driving. My head was still a little dizzy, the fever had not subsided as I had hoped, I had to force myself to be alert.

Practice makes perfect. This time the driving was not as stressful as the first time, and we arrived twenty minutes later than expected.

As soon as I got off the car, I said to Cheng Xinyuan: "Accompany me to my grandfather's clinic. I feel very uncomfortable and my fever has not subsided yet..."

I can imagine how sad and self-blaming they must be, and I just want to make them feel guilty. I try to learn not to compromise, and if I am unhappy, I will show it. I tell myself and them that I am not good at everything, so don't trust me so much.

I knew that even though I only called Cheng Xinyuan, Qin Luotian and Yao Yuan would definitely follow. I didn't stop them because they couldn't be driven away anyway.

When we arrived at the clinic, Grandpa and his family were having lunch. When they saw us coming, Aunt Zizi hurried upstairs to get new bowls and chopsticks. Grandpa came over to check my pulse without saying a word.

His lifelong practice of medicine enabled him to master both Chinese and Western medicine, and he was adept at "observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation". With just one look, he could have a general idea of ​​my condition.

He frowned and said in a deep voice: "Girl, you are so angry! If you don't reduce the fever, something bad will happen. It's useless to hang the water, I will give you a few injections."

"Come, eat first. The beef soup your aunt stewed is very delicious." Grandpa pressed us all to the dining table without saying a word, and Aunt Zizi's father, also my uncle-in-law, was busy adding more food to us.