[Comprehensive] Aftermath of time travel

The snow-white ceiling is not very high, and it is a bit irritating when you look at it. The whiteness makes the sight a little dull and dazed, and the sudden cry of surprise in the ear is somewhat familiar.

"Xiao Mo, you finally woke up, Xiao Mo woo..."

Turning his head with some difficulty, the face that caught his eyes was both familiar and unfamiliar. After searching in his memory for a while, the boy on the bed yelled out with some hesitation.

"Mother?"

The boy's voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but it sounded like heaven to the mother's ears, "It's mom, Xiao Mo, it's mom, mom's Xiao Mo finally woke up."

"Mom...Mom..." This time was much more coherent than the last time, and all the memories that had been suppressed in his heart surged up in an instant, and the familiar embrace made him cry bitterly, "Mom, it's really mom... "

"Little Mo..."

When the doctors came in, they saw mother and child embracing and crying. Even though they were used to seeing life and death, they couldn't help but feel sincerely relieved by the scene before them.

After the examination by the doctors, they confirmed that there was nothing serious and could recover as long as they recuperated well, and then they left, leaving room for this miraculous reunion that had been waiting for more than two years.

Ten days later, the woman, Yi Chuan Haruko, took Yi Chuan Mo away from the hospital where he had been staying for two years and returned to Yi Chuan's house. The house was small, because there were only mother and son. The man in the house passed away very early, but it was very warm.

Looking at the room that was exactly as in his memory, Yi Chuanmo only felt that his eyes were hot, the quilt on the bed still smelled faintly of sunlight, and the clothes in the closet were all bought new according to his current body shape. Toothbrushes, towels, and baths are all as clean as ever, and everything can be seen from my mother's intentions.

Letting out a long breath, Yi Chuan Mo stood in front of the big floor-to-ceiling mirror. The boy inside was pale and much thinner than children of the same age, but his unopened face was very familiar. This was Yi Chuan Mo's face , is also Lin Mo's face, and Yichuan Mo is Lin Mo.

This is a secret that only belongs to Lin Mo. He was only five years old when his parents died. When he woke up, he became Yi Chuan Mo who was just born. Lin Mo became Yi Chuan Mo, he just wanted to find his parents, but all he could do was cry.

Gradually, the child's immature memories began to disappear, or be forgotten, and he completely became Igawa Mo, an ordinary boy in an ordinary Japanese family, with a serious but caring father and a gentle but tough mother.

Later, his father died in an accident, and he and his mother depended on each other for life.Until the age of ten, he was accidentally knocked down the stairs at school and fell into a coma. He changed from Yi Chuan Mo to Lin Mo again, and the memory belonging to Lin Mo was also liberated. He almost thought that Yi Chuan Mo was just him in a coma A dream when he was not awake, a dream that made him wish he would never wake up.

But it is a pity that since he woke up as Lin Mo, he never had Yi Chuan Mo's dream again, but had many strange dreams one after another, until Lin Mo died, he became Yi Chuan Mo again, Only then did he finally confirm that Lin Mo was him, and Yi Chuan Mo was also him. It was unbelievable, but both were reality rather than dreams.

Looking at the face in the mirror, Yi Chuanmo sighed silently, stretched out his hand, and covered the boy's eyes in the mirror.Whether it's his parents or his aunt, they all say that his eyes are beautiful, and they always have a warm light that makes people like him.But only he himself knows that his nature has long been unable to warm up, and these eyes are really deceiving.

The corners of his lips were raised, and he simply let himself show a slight smile. The handsome and lovely boy looked incredibly soft. The saying that the eyes are the windows of the soul does not count for him at all. He who smiles is everything. A model of a good boy in the eyes of adults: well-behaved, obedient, sensible, and just right shy.

"Xiao Mo, a guest is here."

"Come down immediately." The mother's voice made the boy turn his head, and he bounced out of the room like a real 14-year-old child with his eyebrows curved. He is Yi Chuanmo, a 14-year-old ordinary boy.

"Mom." Before walking down the stairs, the boy's voice rang out crisply, making the guests sitting on the sofa turn their heads.

Haruko Yi Chuan hugged her son who was running towards her with a smile, patted his head and pulled him to look at the big and small sitting on the sofa: "Xiao Mo, this is Mrs. Xiang Ri and her son Xiang Riyue. .”

Yi Chuan Mo Wenyan bowed obediently to say hello: "Hello."

Mrs. Xiangri's attitude was very kind. She smiled and touched Yi Chuanmo's head and seemed to like it very much, but Xiang Riyue was a little awkward. He stood in front of Yi Chuanmo, his eyes dodged and his face was flushed. A ninety-degree bow.

"sorry!"

"Huh?" Puzzled by this apology, Yi Chuanmo looked up to his mother to find the answer, but it was obviously unnecessary, because the red-haired boy had already explained the reason in one breath.

"It was my fault before, causing you to fall down the stairs and be unconscious for so long, I'm sorry."

It suddenly dawned on me that this was the culprit who made him fall down the stairs.Yi Chuanmo's eyes slowly swept over the young man's face. Although the young man sounded a bit fierce, he couldn't hide the guilt on his face.His mother has already told him that all his expenses in the past two years have been paid to the Japanese family, and it was their family who helped his mother find a good job.

Therefore, Yi Chuan Mo stretched out his hand with a smile, and touched the boy's head who still refused to stand up straight: "I forgive you, Xiang Ri Sang." It was just an unintentional mistake, but it did not actually cause any substantial harm to him.

Xiang Riyue actually hates being touched on the head, because his height is a pain in his heart, and being touched on the head is tantamount to reminding him of this pain.So when Yi Chuan Mo touched his head, he almost reflexively wanted to pat that hand down.

But in the end he held back, he always remembered that this thin-looking boy who would run away at a blow was just because of his own recklessness, he fell into a coma in the hospital for two years and seven months, even when he secretly visited him several times I heard doctors and nurses commenting that this boy might become a vegetable for the rest of his life. At that time, he almost hated himself to death. Why did he play around on the stairs?Why put an innocent boy in a coma?

Fortunately, the boy woke up, so even if he doesn't like being touched on the head, it doesn't matter if it's a boy, he has already decided a long time ago, as long as the boy is fine, he is willing to do anything.

Turning his head, Xiang Riyueren's voice was a little soft: "You can call me Yueren."

"Okay." Yi Chuan Mo nodded with a smile, "I'm Yi Chuan Mo, you can call me Xiao Mo, Yue Ren."

"Yeah!" Nodding vigorously, Xiang Riyue turned his head to look at Yi Chuan Mo, with a bright smile and a resounding voice, "Xiao Mo, we will be friends from now on."

Yi Chuan Mo Yitong, friend?Seems...not bad either.

"Well, friend."