Rebirth of the rich and powerful

Yan Mo's heart was empty.

He helped Jiang Yun take care of the funeral, was in a daze for a few days, and heard something strange from Jiang Yun's uncle, and found that Jiang Yun's death might not have been an accident.

This made him cheer up a little bit, track down the real culprit, and avenge his child.

In the end, the murderer was unexpectedly easy to find out, just like a group of insignificant clowns who smashed his most precious treasure.

In particular, there was another person among them, who was Yan Jian, who he had sensed was wrong before and didn't care to let it go.

The sky full of self-blame and guilt completely drowned out the words.

He easily crushed these clowns into mustard powder, but what's the matter, his children will never come back.

What is frozen in my memory is always only that pale and young face.

He stroked the face that was always sleeping for a long time, and once wanted to keep this body bound by his side, but after hesitating for a long time, he finally chose to bury Jiang Yun.

Long ago, they had casually chatted about what kind of funeral they wanted.

"Of course it's cremation," Jiang Yun's eyes sparkled. "I feel that only by burning my body completely can my soul gain absolute freedom. It's better to bury my ashes under a big tree. It's also considered waste."

After speaking, the child giggled to himself.

Unexpectedly, the word became a truth.

Yan Mo complied with his wishes, leaving only a little bit of ashes, put them in a glass pendant, and carried them with him, as if Jiang Yun had never left.

Later, Yan Mo became obsessed with ancient witchcraft and occultism, stories about ghosts and reincarnation, as well as heaven and hell.

At first, Yan Mo's family and friends didn't care much about his behavior. Everyone else thought that Yan Mo was just temporarily depressed, but he would soon recover. There are so many outstanding men and women in this world. , At the end of the sentence, you will soon be attracted by other people's attention, which is always the best way to treat a broken relationship.

However, things backfired, and Yan Mo became more and more addicted to it.

He visited every famous master, Chinese, Egyptian, and even Indian wizards, just looking for a possibility.

He hoped that in the next life, he could meet his child again, and this time, he would definitely hold on to Dumb Rabbit's hand tightly and never let go.

This thorough materialist, in his later years, suddenly became a firm soulist, just because of a slim expectation.

He traveled around the world, but never dared to return to Paris, the city that made him sad.

Later, until he was dying, he suddenly returned to Paris.

Because he wanted to die with Jiang Yun.

It was also autumn, and even the weather was similar to that day. He walked slowly on that street, and then suddenly wanted to go to the intersection where the accident happened.

For so many years, Yan Mo had never been there.

That street intersection was only more than 300 meters away from the place where I was waiting, but it was this 300 meters that became a natural moat.

Yan Mo was already very old, his back was no longer straight, his footsteps were no longer steady, his eyes were a little blurred, and he couldn't see clearly at a distance.

But Yan Mo still saw his child at a glance.

Jiang Yun was standing in the middle of the road, a floating translucent shadow, smiling at him.

He was still exactly the same as before, with a snow-white face, bright red smiling lips, and soft and affectionate eyes like water.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time," his child complained softly, "but I can't wait for you. I just want to say goodbye to you."

Jiang Yun smiled and waved to him, still with that playful and charming look.

Yan Mo stretched out his hand and successfully grabbed him.

"This time, I will never let go!" he said.

However, the misty shadow only gave him a faint smile before dissipating in the wind.

An old man also suddenly fell on the streets of Paris and never woke up again.

Later, the police discovered that the old man was a rich man with a lot of money, but he had no children and lived alone.

At the end of Yan, he felt light all over his body, as if he had returned to his youth. He realized that he was dead, so he turned over in a hurry, trying to chase his child.

But he was firmly enveloped by a beam of light, unable to move no matter what.

There was some sort of suction force at the top of the beam of light, trying to lift him up. At the end of the speech, he subconsciously felt something was wrong, and struggled hard.

"Ahhh, what a mess!" An unknown male and female voice suddenly sounded out of nowhere, "You have lived to this age, what else is there to be unwilling to do? Let me take a look..."

"Tsk tsk, it's another boring relationship problem," the voice was a little contemptuous, and then stopped suddenly, "Huh? You seem to have another chance..."

The originally light voice suddenly became serious: "Do you want to do it all over again? Go back to the beginning, when all the tragedies haven't happened yet."

"Do it all over again?" Yan Mo's struggle suddenly stopped: "Of course I am willing!"

"There is also a price to pay. You will completely lose an important ability—tsk, you can still choose by yourself? By the way, and all your memories," the voice said, "Maybe, everything will start all over again , has not changed in the slightest, or even worsened, are you still willing?"

"Of course I would!" Yan Mo said loudly.

A compass appeared in the light, with various options marked on it, some serious, such as blindness, such as deafness, and some could hardly see any impact, such as no armpit hair, or a missing appendix...

"Choose one," said the voice, "as the price of your rebirth."

At the end of the speech, I looked at it for a long time, and I didn't choose those options that seemed more favorable.

He chose yes, no longer being able to identify anyone by their looks.

"Aren't you worried that you won't recognize your sweetheart?" the voice asked strangely.

"No," Yan Mo said with a smile, "In this way, I can see him at a glance."

No matter what appearance you appear in front of me, I can recognize you at a glance, that is the imprint carved deep in my soul.

Yan Mo followed Alejandro to a banquet held by a certain family in Huaguo.

He jumped out of the car casually, surrounded by similar faces, men or women, in his eyes, it was like engraved from a mold, without the slightest difference.

He raised his head, but suddenly saw a thin and delicate boy standing aside, his skin was white, his lips were bright red, and his eyes were big and bright.

At the end of the sentence, he was slightly taken aback.

He felt that in the depths of his soul, he seemed to be pricked lightly, causing a small vibration.

The vibration was so insignificant that he almost completely ignored it.

A brand new beginning begins here.

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