Wangzai Milk Candy

"Mingming, are you still going home for the New Year this year?"

Siming quickly signed the document, raised his chin slightly at the secretary, and motioned her to take it out.

"Mom, I won't go back during the Chinese New Year. I have to work overtime this year."

He didn't say anything on the other end of the phone, just told him to pay attention to his body.

Right now there is still a lot of work to be done, Siming raised his hand and was about to hang up the phone, when his mother suddenly said: "Mingming, do you still remember your classmate Xia You?"

The finger holding the signature pen paused slightly, and Siming replied a little hastily: "...I remember."

The tone on the phone became heavy: "Hey, I just heard that this child just passed away last week."

Siming's chest suddenly seemed to be pressed by a stone, and she couldn't breathe. She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Siming's mother continued: "I heard that the cancer was in the terminal stage when it was found out. Alas, such an excellent child."

"Mom, who are you talking about...?"

She clutched the pen in her hand hard, forcing herself to calm down.

"Just that classmate who had a good time with you before, a fair-looking little girl who studied well..."

Siming didn't hear what was said at all, and when he realized it, the screen of the phone in his hand was automatically locked.

As if she suddenly remembered something, she found out the old account number, and there were former classmates and teachers on it.

Once opened, 99+ messages pop up inside:

"Si Ming, Xia You has passed away."

"Si Ming, next week is Xia You's funeral."

"Si Ming, I never would have imagined that we had a dinner party two days ago, and Xia Youren disappeared in a blink of an eye."

……

Siming flipped through the records one by one, and it turned out that the whole world knew about it, but she was the last one to know about it.

At this time, her gaze was fixed on the headshot of Wangzai Cowboy Candy, and the owner of the headshot wrote down a few numbers as if regretting: "Si Ming, I wish I had listened to you back then, Luan Hechuan had already had a relationship outside." I lost my mistress, and I still foolishly believed him, that girl came to my door yesterday with a child in her arms, and she begged me to agree to a divorce, Sima, what should I do?"

This account number belongs to Xia You.

Siming naturally knows her situation these years: her parents have passed away one after another, and she still has a younger brother who needs to be taken care of by her;

All in all: Xia You is having a bad time.

Siming didn't think much of it all day, so she immediately booked the earliest flight and flew back to her hometown.

Along the way, she tried hard to find out all the clips about Xia You in her mind, but she still refused to accept this reality.

On a cloudy day, there is a damp smell in the air.

On the tombstone, the girl in the photo has a pretty face and a slight dimple in her smile.

Siming's fingertips touched the cold stone tablet, and Xia You's ashes were buried underneath.

How ridiculous, she thought, that seeing each other meant life and death.

Tears were finally unbearable and welled up in my eyes.

After packing everything up, she immediately took a taxi to Luan Hechuan's company, just as Luan Hechuan came out of the company, kissing me with a beautiful woman.

Siming immediately became angry, walked up to the couple without thinking, and slapped Luan Hechuan.

Luan Hechuan didn't react, and roared angrily, "Who are you?!"

Siming questioned: "Luan Hechuan, Xia You's bones are still cold, you are cuddling with other women here, are you still human! Your conscience has been eaten by dogs!"

Luan Hechuan clutched his aching face, the beautiful woman next to him couldn't stand it any longer, and said in a sharp voice: "Where did you come from, crazy woman, don't care about your business!"

Luan Hechuan rubbed his sore cheeks and nodded his memory, remembering that the woman in front of him seemed to be Xia You's friend.

Although a little angry, Luan Hechuan softened his tone: "Are you Xia You's friend?"

Seeing Luan Hechuan's obsequious and flattering appearance, Siming was really furious with hatred.

"Luan Hechuan, let me tell you, what you owe Xia You, I will double it."

Luan Hechuan didn't even bother to pretend to be polite, and said arrogantly: "So what, Xia You is dead, I'm afraid you won't succeed."

Siming quickly turned on the phone screen, and a male voice came from inside, "Hello, is this President Si?"

"Mr. Qin, you said before that you owe me a favor, and now I just need your help with something here."

"That's a good thing, Mr. Si, tell me."

"I know I can't interfere with your company's affairs, but now there is an employee named Luan Hechuan in your company who recently had some conflicts with my friend—"

Siming's words stopped abruptly, and the other end of the phone naturally understood, she meant to cut off Luan Hechuan's money first.

The other end of the phone hesitated for a moment, and replied straightforwardly: "President Si, don't worry, he's just a small employee, we can't hurt our peace because of such a trivial matter."

"Then thank you, Mr. Qin."

Luan Hechuan looked at Siming's posture, wishing he could cramp and skin him.

"Stinky, what the hell are you trying to do? Xia You bitch, she deserves her death, she can't make money, can't even give birth to a child, and is better than her at raising a pig, she's better off dead Leh!"

At the beginning, it was Sim Ming who felt sorry for Xia You, so he introduced a relatively stable job to this wimp, which relieved Xia You's burden.

Sim Ming was so angry that he slapped him again, "Bastard! You have no right to say Xia You! Over the years, Xia You gave up her favorite university for you. Even when her parents died in a car accident, you The bastard won't let her go back to see her for the last time!"

Siming gritted his teeth and threatened word by word: "Luan Hechuan, let me tell you, Xia You is dead, I will not let you go!"

Luan Hechuan raised his eyes and saw that she was a woman who was about to beat someone up. Fortunately, the security guard received the order in time and stopped Luan Hechuan.

The beauty on the side also became anxious, "Bitch, let me go!"

Before the words fell, there were loud applause in the air.

"Go away if you know something!"

The palm of his hand was aching slightly, and Siming took down the beauty because he was also annoyed by the sudden slap, so he rushed towards Siming's.

As a result, he was stopped by security guards halfway.

"I'm sorry, President Si." A man dressed as a secretary came out and apologized hastily.

Siming glanced at him coldly, "You of course know what you should do and what you shouldn't do."

After finishing speaking, he left without turning his head, leaving only the dogs and men and women behind him cursing dirty words in their mouths.

The secretary frowned, and gave the security guard a look, signaling them to deal with it privately, so as not to embarrass the company.

The security dragged the two of them to the underground garage, beat them up first, and told them to be honest.

The secretary followed and threw a few banknotes to Luan Hechuan: "Next month's salary is here."

"Secretary Zhang, what do you mean?"

Secretary Zhang looked at him, and slowly spit out two words: "Silly/B!"

Then he said: "You have offended someone who shouldn't be offended, so please yourself."

She returned home distraught, her parents were happy to buy things, but she was not in the mood at all.

Lying on her long-lost bed early, she couldn't sleep, and could only cry over and over again, like a child.

There was only one thought in my mind: that girl—never coming back.

"Jingle Bell--"

The alarm clock beside the bed was ringing like crazy, Sima had only slept for four hours, and her eye sockets were still a little swollen, she couldn't help shouting irritably: "Whose alarm clock, please turn it off!"

Mei Yue, Siming's mother, urged Siming enthusiastically: "Baby, wake up! Today your father will take you to school to go through the admission procedures!"

Siming instinctively took a pillow to cover the back of his head, and murmured, "Who wants to go to school?"

After realizing that something was wrong, Siming suddenly jumped up from the bed, rushed to the kitchen with messy hair, and saw that Mama Mei was about to turn off the fire.

"mom!"

"Hey, my Bao'er, why did your hair look like this, go and comb it quickly."

Siming looked at the scene in front of her in disbelief: her mother looked exactly the same as when she was young, except that there were some fine lines around her eyes, but it could be seen that she was not very old.

Siming stood there without moving, and after a long time, he slowly said a word: "Mom, what year is this year?"

Mei Yue smiled and patted her on the head, "I'm sleepy, go wash up quickly, don't make your dad worry."

A crazy idea grew, and without a word, Siming ran directly to the calendar board at home, on which was written: Thursday, March 2019, 3

Is she... transmigrated? ?

It wasn't until sitting in the car that Siming digested a little bit of reality.

It is absolutely true, she has really time-traveled, to the time of her sophomore year in high school.

She really wanted to explain these phenomena with the scientific theories she had learned, but in the end she could only attribute them to the word "metaphysics".

Somewhere, it was destined that she might finally be able to make up for her mistakes with her own hands this time.

"Mingming, do you want to stay?"

Siming was brought back to reality by this voice, Si Nanhuai - Siming's father was holding several registration forms.

"Well, Dad, I've made up my mind, give it to me, I'll write it myself."

After completing a set of procedures, Siming sent Si Nanhuai to the school gate.

Si Nanhuai patted Siming's head in relief, and said, "When Mingming grows up, she can live on her own."

Since starting work, Siming has always been busy with work in other places, and the time he stays at home throughout the year is only a week, gathering less and leaving more.

The warmth from Si Nanhuai's palm made her feel extremely nostalgic.

After working for a long time, his words became unreasonable. Siming tried his best to soften his voice, and said obediently: "Dad, I will call you after class at night."

After finally clearing everything up, Sim Ming moved into her dormitory with ease. Just as in memory, her roommates, furnishings, and location all remained the same.

"Student Siming, how's the cleaning going? I'll take you to report to the new class after cleaning." It was the head teacher of Siming's new class who spoke. He looked about 40 years old and was very enthusiastic.

"Teacher, let's go."

When Siming spoke, his tone was indifferent, and the teacher couldn't help being in a trance for a moment, as if the classmate in front of him was not a high school student, but a social person who had already worked.

The teacher was slightly taken aback, but he was bluffed by this unreasonable idea: at such a young age, his posture is so strong, it seems that this child will be a talent when he grows up.

Siming walked ahead on his own, naturally unaware that the teacher had already looked at her from beginning to end in his heart.

When he got to the door of the classroom, Siming suddenly realized that he was too proficient in walking the way just now, no one was leading the way, and even the teacher almost couldn't keep up with her.

She glanced at the teacher with some guilt, only to see that the latter didn't seem to care at all, and encouraged: "Student Siming, don't be nervous, the students in our class are all very good."

Only then did Siming heave a sigh of relief in his heart. If someone noticed something abnormal, he would be in big trouble.

She forced a smile, and said in agreement: "Yeah."

Siming was not in the mood to listen to the content of the next class, and kept thinking about when to go to Xia You.

When evening self-study was over, Sim Ming walked to the door of Xia You's class. Their class was a key class. Every time after evening self-study, students had to race against time to write questions, and Xia You was no exception.

But this time Siming looked around, but couldn't find anyone.

It happened that two girls were walking towards them. Siming still vaguely remembered that the one on the left seemed to be Xia You's roommate. She went straight up and asked, "Student, is Xia You still in class?"

Xia You's roommate was a little dazed when she saw Siming. She had never heard of anyone Xia You knew. What was the relationship between this outstanding girl in front of her and Xia You?

Unable to guess who this person is, the roommate can only answer: "Is it Xia You? Xia You has already returned to the dormitory."

"OK, thanks."

Looking at Siming's back, the roommate patted his companion in a daze, "She's so beautiful! Is this person from our school? How come I've never seen her before?"

Early the next morning, when the alarm clock rang, the entire dormitory building became noisy.

Xia You really wanted to struggle to get up, but she was powerless, and fell asleep again without paying attention.

Until her roommate patted her bed and kindly reminded: "Xia You, wake up!"

Xia You was so sleepy that she immediately buried her head in the pillow, wishing she could sleep in the dark.

The roommate took a look, but there was nothing he could do, so he was busy with his own affairs.

"Dengdengdeng-"

Siming stood at the door of Xia You's dormitory with his schoolbag on his back, and asked politely, "Is Xia You here?"

One of the roommates recognized at a glance that she was the beauty she met yesterday, and replied eagerly: "Yes, yes."

She also pointed to Xia You's bed, "She's just not awake yet."

When Sim Ming walked to Xia You's bed, she was still sleeping soundly, her face was peaceful, but her brows were still frowning, as if she was still struggling mentally to get up.

Siming was a little dazed, she stretched out her finger, and gently brushed the side of Xia You's face, feeling a little dazed: the sound of shallow breathing, the warm touch,

Finally, she realized that what was in front of her now was the living Xia You, not the photo on the tombstone of that side.

"Xia You, wake up." Siming called softly.

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