Rebirth of the Uncrowned King

I seem to have slept for a long time.

The whole body is comfortable, there is no pain, the eyelids are not heavy, the body is very refreshing, there is no stickiness and tightness after the sweat and blood have dried off, and there is no bloody smell around.

Is this heaven?

No, as a materialist and a party member, how can I believe that there is such a place as heaven in the world?

Also, am I already dead?Even if there is a soul, what about this living physical touch?

I slowly opened my eyes, and what I saw was a white ceiling with a simple chandelier in the center.

On the left side of the room, the entire wall is blocked by a bookcase, and the bookcase is full of books; the window is on the right wall, and under the window is a desk. On the desk, there are laptops, chargers, and various data cables. group.

Everything in front of me is too familiar, so familiar that it makes me feel strange and scared.

If it's not my memory that's wrong, then isn't this my room?

Had I been rescued and sent home?

I lifted the quilt and looked at my body.

The skin is smooth and there is no trace of injury at all.

How long have I been lying down?Has it been so long that the injuries on your body have healed?What about the broken leg bone?Why can't I feel anything in my legs, and they seem to move freely.

Faced with the knowledge that I was alive and my body was perfectly fine, my first reaction was fear, yes, great fear.

Everything I felt was so out of the ordinary that I couldn't even tell if it was reality or a dream.

The door was suddenly opened, and a face came in.

When I saw that face clearly, my brain exploded with a "boom".

How could it be him?Isn't he already dead?He was hit by a car and was smashed to pieces, bleeding all over the floor, and died right in front of me.

Where exactly is this place?Is there really a heaven, where we meet again?

"Stinky boy, don't get up yet, don't cry if you don't get the perfect attendance award!" The face suddenly spoke.

"Wang, Wang Jiawen..." I tried several times before I could make my voice.

"What's the matter with you?" I watched him walk over, his hand touched my forehead, it was warm and soft to the touch. "I don't have a fever..." he said to himself.

My eyes were hot, and as soon as I stretched out my arms to hug him tightly, tears began to flow down involuntarily.

Although I don't know what's going on, it's really the most beautiful thing to see Wang Jiawen alive.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Have you had a nightmare? Or have you been possessed by an evil spirit? Ye Shuzhen, don't scare me? If you don't change to normal, I'll beat you!" Wang Jiawen yelled loudly, but didn't use any force. struggle.

I wiped away my tears, let go of my hand and said, "Don't, I'm afraid of your muscles."

She lowered her head and avoided his scrutinizing gaze, but a flash of lightning flashed in her mind, Wang Jiawen's hairstyle...was clearly what it looked like two years ago.

Yes, two years ago, he had such a braid, and with his muscles, I have been ridiculed that he does not match up and down.About a year and a half ago, he didn't know why he came up with the idea, and suddenly went to the barber shop to have a shave. Since then, he has never had long hair.

"What's the date today?" I asked him full of doubts.

"April [-]st." Wang Jiawen threw a piece of clothing on my head: "Put it on quickly, I'll make you hot breakfast."

April 30st... I remember that the day I was taken away was September No. [-], and I was tortured for more than ten days before being stabbed in the chest with a knife.

I jumped up and lifted the quilt, searched the whole bed, and finally found the phone between the sheets and the mattress.

The mobile phone is also the one from two years ago.Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar machine, a strange idea came to my mind.

And the time displayed on the mobile phone also confirmed my guess: April 2011, 4. So I have gone back to the past?Back to myself two years ago?

absurd!I lay back on the bed again and looked at my right hand—the palm was very clean, with only shallow palm lines.A year ago, I accidentally cut a long cut on my hand. Even though it healed, it left a long scar.

My body, the people around me, the things I see, all point to the same fact - I really went back to two years ago.However, in the face of such a fact, should I rejoice or should I panic?

Wake up, shower, eat breakfast.

Sitting next to me, Wang Jiawen kept looking at me, maybe he also noticed the difference between me and the past.

I still vaguely remember that two years ago, I was a rough-headed kid who liked to joke and complain, often spoke without thinking, and liked to laugh heartlessly.

However, after experiencing so many things, experiencing disappointment and blows again and again, and experiencing the pain of being killed by my former lover, I am now, no matter what, I will never return to that state.

But now, the most important thing for me is to live well.

If you have not experienced death, you will never understand how precious life is.

At the moment of dying, a knife was stuck in my chest, blood flowed out, and my whole body was numb with pain.There are familiar or unfamiliar people in front of me, with regrets, sadness, resentment, and resentment in their hearts.

The only thing I don't have is regret, regret that I chose this profession, even if this profession caused me to lose my life...

forget about it.

Is the life I hold in my hand now a love from God or a karma?Let me go back to two years ago, is it to let me experience this pain again, or let me use my own power to change that bad ending.

Clenching my hands into fists, I looked at the young face reflected in the porridge, my eyes gradually sharpened: If I could choose, I would definitely choose the latter.

Try it, if you can prevent yourself and the people around you from leaving the world so easily.