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And the next moment, boundless darkness struck...

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Chapter 2 Flying one centimeter above the ground

You can see each other at a glance, one step is like a heavy city, and your love is separated by mountains and seas, which cannot be flattened.

There are many difficult times in life. When you leave school and enter the society, when you see the person you like and the opposite sex are sweet, when no one around you believes in you, when you are sad and need company but lonely, when you see family and friends When you are in trouble but can't do anything about it, when you have to lie to important people.

Also, when you're tired.

And if we get through all of these, maybe we will become another person.

People always say that when faced with a choice, you must try it. Even if you can't prove that I can, then I must prove that I can't.Only such a life can be fulfilled.

But in fact, life is to keep doing multiple-choice questions, walking left and right, the sun is shining on the face, and the rain is pouring on the top of the head. In the end, what is left is endless regret and remorse.

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Endless darkness struck, accompanied by a pain like being stabbed in the head.

"Perhaps, this is the punishment of death."

Such a thought flashed through his mind, Zhao Fusheng tried his best to open his eyes, and what caught his eyes was the white roof.

There are two misunderstandings in life: one is to show people how to live, and the other is to watch other people's lives. If you want to avoid stepping into the misunderstanding, you must live your true self.

This was written in a book that Zhao Fusheng read a long time ago. He liked this sentence very much at the time.

But now, he doesn't understand.

Because at this moment, Zhao Fusheng could clearly feel that he was still at home in his memory.

Didn't wake up from the dream?

Such a thought flashed through his mind, and Zhao Fusheng shook his head immediately. The throbbing pain in his head made him think he was still in a hangover.

Sitting up with his hands on the bed, trying not to fall down, Zhao Fusheng staggered to the window, opened the window, and saw a piece of emerald green.

The warm sun shone on the body, making people feel lazy and want to sleep.

"The gentle starry sky should move you. I am behind you and arrange a piece of sky for you... I will accompany you to watch the meteor shower, fall on this earth, and let your tears fall on my shoulders. I want you to believe in my love, I can only be brave for you, and you will see where happiness lies."

I don't know which song the child played, it seems familiar, but it makes people feel very friendly.

But at this moment, Zhao Fusheng was dumbfounded.

After a long time, his eyes suddenly widened, and he suddenly thought of a possibility that only exists in movies, TV dramas and novels.

Could it be, reborn?

Like a drum beating heavily on his chest, Zhao Fusheng even had a little shortness of breath.

Turning his head, he walked towards the bedroom door.

In the living room, his mother was sitting there comforting Uncle Fan's wife. Zhao Fusheng remembered that her name was Li Yuan, and she was his mother's high school classmate.

On the sofa, there was the Fan family's youngest daughter, three-year-old Fan Beibei.

Pink dress, white shoes, the little girl sitting there like a doll, like an angel spirit who fell from heaven to earth.

The big crystal clear eyes stared at the boss the moment Zhao Fusheng appeared, waved his white hands, stood up tremblingly, rushed to Zhao Fusheng unsteadily, and hugged Zhao Fusheng legs.

"Pot pot, pot pot..."

Fan Beibei, who was just three years old, was still a little unclear in his speech, and even had a milky smell on his body.

Zhao Fusheng quickly picked her up, but looked at his mother: "Mom, what day is it today?"

Mother Zhao glanced at her son strangely, feeling that he was inexplicable today, but she still said patiently, "June [-]th, what's wrong?"

"which year?"

"In [-], I said you kid, what's going on? Why are you talking nonsense today?"

The conversation between the mother and son ended, but Zhao Fusheng's heart was full of shocking waves.

Maybe everyone has thought about what it would be like if their life was repeated.

But if that day really comes, how many people can remain calm?

The older we get, the less adept we become at taking our soul's feelings into account.The skin packs its weight and moves forward, and the soul hides its face and weeps.Even if fog and cliffs can be seen everywhere along the way, you still have to go to the distance; even if the river is full of mist and the ferry is vague, you still have to go to the other side.

"Jingyi, I'm going back first." Li Yuan glanced at Zhao Fusheng, and said to Zhao's mother, Zhao's mother's full name is Zhang Jingyi.

"Hey, Yuanyuan, if you bear with it, you will be fine in the future."

Zhao's mother glared at her son, then turned her head to persuade her friend.

Li Yuan smiled bitterly, with a touch of sadness: "I can't even see it now, let alone in the future..."

This sentence was like a heavy hammer, causing Zhao Fusheng's heart to ache for no reason.If he remembered correctly, a month later, Li Yuan took her little daughter and left home without a trace.

Gently rubbing the little girl's head, Zhao Fusheng said to Li Yuan: "Aunt Li, otherwise, you can go to the court to file a divorce lawsuit, at least the house can be reserved for you."

When a person is looking forward, it is impossible to connect these pieces together, only when looking back, he can connect the dots.Therefore, one must believe that these fragments will be connected one day in the future, and one must believe in one's courage, purpose, life, karma, and all kinds of things.

This process will not make people sink, it just makes people's lives more unique.

Sometimes, what we need is actually a little determination and a way of thinking about problems from another angle.

Li Yuan was stunned when she heard Zhao Fusheng's words, she glanced at Fan Beibei in Zhao Fusheng's arms, and left Zhao's house silently, Zhao's mother glared at her son, and suddenly said in a low voice: "You boy, what are you doing carelessly?" Nosy business, when I see people come to ask for money, what do you do?"

Zhao Fusheng was startled, and then remembered a thing that he had almost forgotten.

It seems that Uncle Fan's gambling debt of 5 yuan was taken down by himself.

What the hell!

Ten thousand harmonious monsters rushed past his heart, Zhao Fusheng felt that he was not well.

Originally thought it was in the dream that he was so proud.

But I never thought that this is actually true!

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Fusheng tried his best to straighten his body. Before he could speak, Zhao Ma went straight to Fan's house to help Li Yuan clean up the messy house that was smashed by those debt collectors.