#754 - sorry

Dad, Mom.

Since these two words were used, instead of "father and mother", then what Wei Changtian was seeing at this moment would definitely not be Wei Xianzhi and Qin Caizhen.

Clearly, he was seeing his parents from his previous life.

Wei Tian, an ordinary person.

Born in the 90s, growing up in the new century.

As the only child advocated by the family planning policy of "better birth, better upbringing", he naturally received all the love from his parents, like most of his peers.

They would never let their child suffer, and would never skimp on education, Wei Tian's parents perfectly implemented this saying.

And Wei Tian, who grew up in this environment, could barely be considered to have lived up to their earnest expectations.

A childhood occupied by extracurricular tutoring classes and interest classes.

A middle school era of "knowing astronomy above and geography below."

A university filled with games and skipping classes.

A corporate slave rushing around in a big city.

If nothing unexpected happened, he would stay by the hospital bed watching his parents slowly close their eyes, and then one day become the old man lying on the hospital bed.

Finally, as the line on the heart rate monitor became flat, he would have lived such an ordinary life.

But unexpectedly, he transmigrated.

Unlike those web novel protagonists who can forget everything from before in a very short period of time no matter what world they transmigrate to, Wei Changtian still occasionally thinks about some things from his previous life.

But since transmigrating, he has been consciously trying not to think about two people, and that is his parents.

The reason for this may be a feeling of guilt in his heart that he is unwilling to face.

Transmigration, or rather soul transmigration, inevitably brings a question after such a super-scientific thing really happens—

What will become of the "self" from the previous life?

In fact, the answer to this question is not difficult to guess.

Just like Xu Sui, who was terminally ill, in that world, the young man named Wei Tian has most likely already died.

And this means that Wei Tian's parents have lost their son without any warning.

The only son they painstakingly raised, and placed all their love and expectations on.

This is why Wei Changtian has always deliberately avoided this question.

He couldn't imagine what his parents would look like when they heard the news of his "death", he couldn't imagine that this couple, who had worked hard for him for most of their lives, would still have to struggle in pain for the rest of their lives because of him.

He hadn't had time to fulfill his filial duties, hadn't had time to let them see their daughter-in-law and hold their grandson.

He hadn't even had time to say goodbye to them.

Wei Changtian has never been able to, and cannot, tell anyone about this guilt.

It has been two years since the transmigration, and he has only not spent four nights in the "Dream Dao".

This is not because he is so "diligent and hardworking".

In fact, he is just afraid to sleep.

He fears that once he falls into a real sleep, he will dream of them.

Wei Changtian didn't know what he should say if he had the opportunity to see his parents again, even in a dream.

He has been escaping, escaping.

But now, he can no longer "escape".

"Dad."

"Mom."

The white illusory realm seemed real and unreal, and in a trance, Wei Changtian seemed to have returned to the two-bedroom house where he had lived for more than ten years.

The gray fabric sofa, with a few cushions made by his mother on it.

The balcony filled with the smell of washing powder, with a few of his own clothes always hanging on the clothes rack.

The kitchen piled with firewood, rice, oil, and salt, the TV that should have been eliminated long ago, the guitar bought the year he was admitted to university, and the lush green pothos on top of the air conditioner.

The sunlight outside the window, whether it was morning or dusk, sprinkled in, covering everything with a layer of orange-red light.

Wei Changtian stared blankly at all of this, unable to distinguish between illusion and reality, and just walked step by step towards the two people standing in the center of the room.

And the man and woman were also looking at him with tears on their faces.

"Son."

Trembling, the man stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Wei Changtian's shoulder.

That all-too-real touch and temperature made Wei Changtian's body tremble violently, and his eyes instantly became wet.

Regardless of his previous or current life, he had forgotten how long he hadn't cried.

But at this moment, when the man gently patted his shoulder, when the woman grabbed his hand and cried, Wei Changtian's tears instantly welled up in his eyes.

"Dad!!"

"Mom!!!"

"I'm sorry!!"

"I'm sorry for you!!"

In his previous life, there was a question on Zhihu called "If you have the opportunity to see your deceased relatives again, what would you say to them?"

The answers under the question were varied, some told stories, some made up stories, some played with memes, and some even analyzed from a scientific perspective whether this was possible.

And among the vast number of answers like "I miss you" and "I love you", there was one answer that had far more likes than all the others.

That was "I'm sorry".

I'm sorry.

These three simple words contained the most complex emotions.

And from this perspective, perhaps what really makes people unable to let go after the death of a loved one is always those regrets and guilt.

Now, for the three people in the illusion, it is difficult to say who is the "deceased" relative.

However, as far as Wei Changtian is concerned, this is not important.

At this moment, he is no longer the Wei family's only son, a third-rank expert, nor is he a big figure who dominates this world.

He is just the ordinary young man who died from electric shock, just the closest relatives separated from the man and woman in front of him by life and death.

"Son, son, where have you been."

"Mom misses you so much."

"After you left, your dad started drinking again."

"Didn't you say that you would come home for the New Year this year."

"But Mom and Dad have been waiting for two years, why don't you come back?"

"If you're really busy, it's okay to give us a call."

"Mom dreams of you every day when she goes to sleep."

"But why don't you ever look at Mom."

"."

The choked female voice echoed in the warm sunset, each sentence expressing the most simple emotions of a mother.

A gust of wind blew by, the fragrance of washing powder was very pleasant, and there seemed to be children playing outside the window.

As everything around him gradually became more and more real, Wei Changtian seemed to gradually adapt to all of this.

"Dad, Mom."

"I—"

He opened his mouth, wanting to tell the man and woman in front of him about what he had encountered in the past two years, wanting to pour out his pain and struggle.

But at this moment, the woman suddenly took a small step back blankly, and trembled in disbelief:

"Son, you killed someone?"

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His body stiffened as if struck by lightning, and Wei Changtian's breathing became extremely rapid in an instant.

He subconsciously reached out his hand, but was avoided by the woman in fear.

Looking at the woman's painful appearance, Wei Changtian only felt as if a hand suddenly grabbed his throat, and an unparalleled panic instantly filled his entire mind.

"Mom! Listen to me!"

"I don't want to kill people! I really don't want to kill people!"

"But if I don't kill them, they will kill me!!"

"I want to live, I just want to live!"

"I have no choice!"

"I, I have no choice!!"

"."

The sunset outside the window had disappeared at some point, replaced by endless darkness.

Wei Changtian opened his mouth wide and explained urgently, but he couldn't change the woman's desperate expression in the slightest.

Until a heavy sigh sounded.

"Alas, son, wrong is wrong."

"But no matter what happens, Mom and Dad will never give up on you."

"Let's go."

"Come back with us."