I'm not unlucky at all

After five years, Song Wenlu returned to Jiangcheng, taking the ashes of the young man with him.

He went to the cemetery in the suburbs, where many people lived, his parents, grandpa, and his lover.

After personally burying the young man's ashes in the tomb where they were buried together, Song Wenlu's hands were stained with gray and black, and his face was pressed against the cold tombstone, silently looking at the young and handsome face in the photo.

From dawn to dusk, Song Wenlu squatted in front of the tombstone for a whole day. When the sun was about to set, he raised his head stiffly and showed a gentle and bitter smile to the young man on the tombstone.

He moved slowly, wiped his eyes that were blinded by the wind with his fingers, took out the diary that he had been covering for a whole day from his arms, quietly watched the notebook burn slowly under the light blue flame of the lighter, and said softly: " I thought about it carefully, but I'm still afraid that you, a heartless little guy, will forget your man."

"This diary is what you are used to reading. You can walk slowly on the road. After you finish reading it, I will come to you when I finish handling the company's affairs."

"wait for me."

Time will never stop or accelerate its pace because of the passing of anyone, spring, summer, autumn and winter, 360 five days, year after year, all joy and crying fade in the torrent of time and become dull strange.

Technological progress, times change.

The pace of the world is moving forward steadily and slowly, and major breakthroughs are happening every day, but those things are too far away for ordinary people after all.

Life is still normal and ordinary.

Another autumn, Lu Daliu was startled to realize that the boy in his memory was already blurred. He had already become a grandfather at that time, with white hair on his temples, and he was taking Lu Jun's youngest son to play flying high all over the house. Gao, suddenly stopped walking.

The eager voice of the little grandson rang in his ears: "Drive, drive, grandpa, why don't you run away?"

Lu Daliu came back to his senses, looked at the innocent and clear eyes of his little grandson, stroked his head, and smiled kindly.

On the seventh day of July, Lu Daliu asked Lu Jun to ask for leave and took him to the cemetery.

The weather was gloomy that day, and Lu Daliu suffered from rheumatism, and his legs were always sore and swollen.

Lu Jun walked slowly with him. Passing a few tombstones, Lu Daliu asked Lu Jun to bow a few times, and then said to him slowly: "This is your Uncle A Yuan's mother, and this is his father. There is a big brother, they died in a car accident that year, and in the blink of an eye, more than 20 years have passed."

"In that car accident that year, only your Uncle Luhu's wife, surnamed Shen, had a bad relationship with your Uncle A Yuan. After taking the compensation and leaving, there was no sound. The year before last, I went back to the village with your mother to visit your grandma's grave. , I heard people say that they have seen her, it seems that she is addicted to gambling..."

"This person, you can't be too greedy, there is no reward for being greedy."

Lu Daliu thumped his legs, stopped his nagging, "We're almost at Uncle A Yuan's place, let's go, let's go see him."

The weather was gloomy and severe, and it gradually became foggy.

They walked to a place not far from the tomb of the joint burial. Lu Daliu's eyesight was not working well. He squinted and looked forward, and he could vaguely see the outline of the tombstone.

"Xiaolu, brother is here to see you." He wiped the corners of his eyes, stepped out but stopped suddenly.

On the tombstone of the joint burial, there was another person's name in the vacant space.

In the photo of the tombstone, the young man is clear and handsome, and the man is calm. Their heads are slightly leaning towards each other, with smiles on their brows and eyes, piercing through time.

Beside the tombstone, the middle-aged man froze in place.

As soon as the wind blew, he burst into tears.

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"The solitude value of the task target is cleared to zero, the task is completed, and the next world is traveling, please prepare the host." 030's cold voice echoed in his mind.

The second after Song Xing stopped breathing, Song Wenlu kissed his lips slowly, and the loneliness value completely returned to zero at this moment.

The mission did not fail at all.

As if a breeze was blowing across his face, Song Xun's vague consciousness gradually became clear. He opened his eyes with difficulty, and vaguely saw an old woman with gaps in the front teeth and a wrinkled face, and kept talking. Said: "Why don't people wake up? Still not awake? By the way, pinch someone, yes, yes, pinch someone... Oh, ouch, open your eyes! Open your eyes! My son, my life is miserable Son..."

There was a sharp pain in Song Xing's body, he opened his eyes suddenly, startling the people around him.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" The old woman was wearing a half-new coarse cloth clothes, hugged Song Xing and wiped his body with tears and snot, crying and laughing, "My son, how can you You have woken up, and you said that if something happened to you, how would Liu Niang live alone."

Song Xing felt uncomfortable being strangled by her, and coughed twice.

A woman next to her came over with her child in her arms. The child was still crying. The woman coaxed the old woman anxiously, stepped forward to stop the old woman and said, "Mother, Lian Ping just woke up, please let him have a good rest."

The old woman wiped her tears with a blue coarse cloth handkerchief, first scolded Li's family a few words, then was helped out by the woman tremblingly.

Song Xing's ears were finally quiet, he took a breath and got up from the bed.

The back of my head hurts a bit, and it's still a little swollen when I touch it with my hand.

Silently looking at the surrounding furnishings, there are two half-new wooden tables and chairs, one or two pieces of ancient clothes on the wooden frame, the door is ajar, looking out like a courtyard, you can see a few fat dogs Lu's old hen pecked rice on the ground to eat.

Song Xing still doesn't understand why he appeared here, and his body doesn't seem to be his own.

Just wondering if it was time travel, a bunch of memories rushed into his mind soon.

The owner of this body is named Song Lianping, who has just turned [-] this year. He is gentle and introverted. He is the only male in the Song family. Sericulture and spinning pulled him up.

Song Lianping was smart, well educated, and was selected as a scholar at a young age.He is well educated, and now he is an enlightenment teacher in a private school in Sifang Town, and he can get twelve months of cases every month.

Song Lianping also has an older sister called Song Lianyu, who just got married the year before last.

Not long ago, Song Lianyu ran back from her husband's house crying and crying with her son who was less than three months old. When asked why, the reason was that the mother-in-law at home wanted to marry her husband-in-law. Kiss cousin.

Song Lianyu couldn't bear it anymore, and returned to her natal home for half a month, when her husband's family couldn't hold back and finally found her.

Speaking of Song Lianyu's husband's family, her husband's name was Li Qingsheng, and the family had a silk shop in the town. Because Li Qingsheng's younger brother Li Qingnian had always been in charge of the business, Li Qingsheng seemed particularly dull and taciturn.

At that time, Li Qingsheng came to the door, and when he was arguing with Song Lianyu at the door, he happened to be bumped into by Song Lianping, who had just finished school.

Song Lianping hit a stone on the back of his head and died.

Just as Song Xing broke free from Song Lianping's memory, a cheerful voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "Xing Xing, Xing Xing, you're awake!"

Song Xing was startled, "Who are you?"

030's joy came to an abrupt end, and he stammered, "Xiao, you, you won't forget 030, will you?"

Song Xing frowned, feeling a headache.

030 didn't want to believe it, and several people's names popped up one after another: "Lu Daliu? Suhang? Lu Sa? Smelly?"

Seeing that Song Xing was still dazed, 030 said again: "Song Wenlu! You will never forget this person, right?!"

When Song Xing heard this name, his head hurt, and his heart was also pulled together. He blinked, his eyes were a little red, but he didn't understand why.

After a while, 030 asked cautiously, "Do you remember?"

Song Xing shook his head silently.

030 wanted to say something, but stopped in the end.

What can it say?

As if whatever was said would make things sad.

It's actually good not to remember.

Simply, 030 simply re-introduced himself and introduced tasks.

It deliberately ignored the things in the previous world and told Song Xing how to complete the task.

After Song Xing finished listening, his expression was flat, "Who is Song Wenlu?"

030: "..." Hey, haven't you forgotten all about it?What did you mention him for?

It may be that the name brought too much familiarity and throbbing to him. A vague figure appeared in Song Xing's memory. He could imagine the gentle eyebrows of the other person, but he couldn't remember the appearance and appearance of the other person anyway.

A moment later, a sharp pain flashed across Song Xing's mind. He was in a trance for a while, covered his forehead and said softly, "I seem to have forgotten some very important things."

After a pause, he asked, "System, can you tell me what I am?"

030 was silent for a while, and said in a dejected tone, "...Xiao, I'm sorry."