The rich young master who was hugged wrong was reborn

After the Tanabata Festival/Past Life

At first, Zhong Yi felt that he had a nightmare from which he could not wake up.

He was driving on the airport expressway, with night and lights in front of him.The street lamp stretches forward, like a long dragon, lying in Haicheng.

He felt that he forgot something, but he had another thought: I'm going to pick up Chi Jun.

Chi Jun came back from Beijing.

Win or lose here.

……

……

He remembered the flames, the crackling, the panicked talking with the man.

Open your eyes again, still in the car.

It seems that I forgot something, I only know to hold the steering wheel.There is an empty road beside him, as if he is the only one left in the world.And he didn't even feel lonely, he just thought: Ah, I'm going to pick up Chi Jun.

This cycle repeats itself.

He gradually had more memories, more thoughts.I remembered where the male voice came from when the truck driver was talking on the phone.

Can't remember at first.However, I have seen the same scene a thousand or eight hundred times, not to mention Tang Huaijin's voice, he even remembers the wrinkles on the truck driver's cuffs.

Sometimes, Zhong Yi felt that he had gone crazy.He was trapped in this cycle of death, and it wasn't that he didn't want to get out of it.He tried turning the steering wheel to the other side when the truck was coming, tried to speed up to avoid the truck, and even went the wrong way, speeding on the empty highway.

But he will slowly lose consciousness.When I woke up again, there was still the long dragon of lights in front of me.

So Zhong Yi thought: I have gone crazy.

He couldn't remember how long he'd been in this cycle.

Suddenly one time - at the very beginning, he still remembered the number of times.But at the end, his interest faded, and he realized that he couldn't break free from everything, so he pushed the boat along.He was in the car, too lazy to step on the steering wheel. After all, the invisible hand behind this nightmare would do everything.He slowly thought about all the things he had done since college, sorted out his memories, and found out what he could have done better.A little later, he reluctantly pulled out the chess rules deep in his mind, and played against himself.

He was not good at it in the first place, but now he is dealing with himself, and it is even more messy.

Zhong Yi is very interested in trying to expand the world in his brain.He couldn't be more bored, idle is idle.

And just when he thought "let's live like this", a drop of rain suddenly fell on his hand.

Zhong Yi was taken aback.

He looked up at the sky and saw the clouds gradually gathering.There is a tombstone beside him, and he is standing beside a tombstone.

It took Zhong Yi half a second to realize: I... have changed places?

how to say.

It's very novel.

He turned his head to look at the tombstone, and saw his name and photo on it.The photo is still a passport photo. If I remember correctly, it was taken on the day I joined Shengyuan and went through the formalities.Look at the time - oh, can't see it.

Only his own dates of birth and death.

Zhong Yi lowered his eyes, raised his hand, and gently stroked those numbers.

And his fingers through the photos, through the stele.

Zhong Yi closed his eyes: Oh, I'm dead.

Dead for a long, long time.

He turned his head again, looking ahead.

Yes--

Chi Jun?

……

……

He heard Chi Jun say: "Tang Huaijin's sentence has come down, the death penalty."

He watched Chi Jun light a cigarette.The smog is faint, and it is supposed that I should be ignorant at this moment.But Zhong Yi smelled a little peppermint.

Surprised, he walked—no, he floated forward—and tried to raise his hand, wanting to touch Chi Jun.

Did not touch.

The hand still went through.

Zhong Yi withdrew his hand, not surprised.

But when he tasted the peppermint flavor, he felt as if he had passed away.It has been too long, too long, he has been trapped in a small space in the car, and he doesn't know what day or night will be.

Zhong Yi heard Chi Jun say a lot, and gradually understood that it was three years later.He looked at Chi Jun's eyebrows, but in just three years, his face seemed to have a lot of frost.The temples are also slightly whiter.

Even so, his eyebrows and eyes are still as outstanding and good-looking as when he was young.Zhong Yi suddenly thought: He is also 30 years old, maybe already married.

He thought: I don't know what my siblings will be like.

Then I heard Chi Jun say, "I'll see you another day."

The smoke went out and there was no more mint.The raindrops fell again, and this time, they touched Chi Jun's hair.Someone came over, held an umbrella for Chi Jun, and called him "Boss Chi".

Zhong Yi listened, smiled, and thought: He is already "Mr. Chi".

He has many thoughts on his mind.I understand a little bit, maybe because I "revenged my big vengeance", I was finally able to get away.Next, it should be ascension to heaven.

But seeing Chi Jun go down the mountain, Zhong Yi was still where he was.

Zhong Yi: "..." Where is heaven?

In the previous countless reincarnations, he has developed a strong mind and great patience.

So from dawn to dark.

Zhong Yi: "..." It seems that there is no heaven.

He was originally sitting on his tombstone.Now he jumped down and patted the dust that didn't exist on his body.It's funny again: Why do I still treat myself as a living person.

He thought: Otherwise...go to see Chi Jun again?

As soon as he thought of this, his eyes flashed.When I wake up again, there is a bright room with mist in front of me.

Zhong Yi was stunned: I can still teleport?

He heard the patter of water.There was a mirror in front of him, on which it was hazy, but he could still see the figure not far away.

It's Chi Jun.

Zhong Yi's sight, through the fog on the mirror, saw his friend for many years.He stood in the stream, hot water rolling over the texture of his skin.He calmly lathered his hair and closed his eyes.

Opening her eyes again, Chi Jun's pupils shrank suddenly.

— there is something.

Separated from the mist.

Standing not far in front of him.

He held his breath.The "thing" is transparent and appears to be a human form—

Chi Jun reflected: Today is Qixi Festival?

Instead of Zhongyuan?

Although these two days seem to be very close.

But after all, it seems... not quite right?

……

……

Zhong Yi still didn't know that he had frightened his friend.

He has no interest in peeking at other people's showers.After realizing what Chi Jun was doing, she turned her head, not to look at evil.

Afterwards, Chi Jun asked, "But why do you have to stop in the bathroom?"

Zhong Yi thought for a moment, and replied: "Well, I'm not very familiar with the operating mechanism of the new identity."

Chi Jun: "..."

Back in time, Chi Jun had countless thoughts in her mind, and for a moment she wondered if she was too tired during the day to have such an incredible illusion.

He meditated in his heart: the origin of the world is matter.

Then quickly rinse off the foam on his body, turn off the water, pull the bath towel over his body, and take a deep breath.

Go outside.

The journey was smooth, without bumping into anything, and without any other strange feelings.After leaving the bedroom, Chi Jun rubbed the center of her brows when the cool breeze blew, thinking: I am really too tired.

Go to sleep.

He had a good night's sleep, but he didn't know that this night, his friend who had passed away for three years was by his side.

Zhong Yi couldn't touch anything, so he had to look at the documents on the desk in the study—only the cover.

It is a student aid program.He flicked his fingers slowly over the text, and remembered that this plan was exactly what he proposed back then.Looking at the title, Chi Jun seemed to be planning to improve the whole project.

At this moment, Zhong Yi couldn't tell what mood he was in.

I have been "dead" for three years.

Chi Jun helped him find the murderer and let the murderer get the punishment he deserved.

Not only that, but continuing his unfinished business.

It is a blessing to have such a friend.

With nothing to do, he began to think about what he is now and what kind of operating mechanism it is.

Zhong Yi thought silently: I want to go to——

Where do you want to go?

He thought: I want to go to the Oriental Pearl Tower.

Then blink and look around.

It was still Chi Jun's study.

But the body is not unresponsive.It was a little tired, as if reminding him: You need to replenish your energy.

Zhong Yi lowered his head, looked at his hands that seemed to be more transparent than in the afternoon, thoughtfully.

What should a "ghost" eat?

The "essence" of a living person?

But when he faced Chi Jun in the bathroom just now, he didn't have any "appetite".

Zhong Yi thought about it, and felt that he should make a bold assumption and carefully verify it.

He floated back to his friend's bedroom and looked at Chi Jun on the bed.

It's August in the Gregorian calendar, the hottest time.The air conditioner was turned on in the room, and it was only over 20 degrees.

Chi Jun's shoulders were exposed outside the quilt, and she frowned slightly in her sleep.

Zhong Yi felt: He seems to be having a bad time.

Not very happy.

Looking at the surrounding furnishings, this room does not look like it has a mistress.

Think about it too.Chi Jun is so busy, she probably doesn't have time to fall in love and start a family.

Zhong Yi sighed, thinking: I really don't want to eat him.

But he needs energy.

His eyes turned around and landed on the cigarette case beside the bed.

Zhong Yi floated over and looked at the cigarette case: We are so close, and I didn't smell the cool mint smell in the afternoon... Do I still have to light it?

This is a little trickier.

Zhong Yi has a headache: I can't go to the waste incineration plant... I can't eat it either.

He hesitated all night, and on the second day, he unexpectedly found that the breakfast bought by Assistant Chi Jun was delicious.

Zhong Yi leaned forward, sniffed, and soon felt full again.

Zhong Yi: "..." This is too easy to support.

Then I heard Chi Jun say, "Xiao Fang, where did you buy today's porridge?"

The assistant Fang Yuan sat in the co-pilot seat, and now he turned his head, "It's in the store before."

Chi Jun frowned: "I always feel that there is no taste."

Beside him, Zhong Yi looked at his hands that seemed firmer, thinking silently: I'm going to Chi Jun's house.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared in the bedroom where he stayed yesterday.

There was a little more smile in Zhong Yi's eyes: Ah, I found it.

Now the operating mechanism of the identity.

A little fireworks can bring him back to life.

It's so easy.

……

……

This night, after spending a whole day in the back kitchen of the restaurant downstairs, Zhong Yi reappeared in Chi Jun's bathroom after "tasting" every dish, carefully controlling the scale so as not to make the food tasteless.

no way.He discovered that he seemed to only be able to touch some illusory mist.

Taking advantage of this fog, he slid his finger on the mirror and wrote: I am Zhong Yi.

Chi Jun was carelessly flushing the water.He has already forgotten the bad experience last night, and put it into the illusion of "bad spirit".

But as soon as she looked up, the words on the mirror directly hit Chi Jun's eyes.

Chi Jun: "..."

Chi Jun: "—?"

Chi Jun: "!!!"