Chapter 1 Rebirth at Fourteen

The warm spring sunlight sporadically fell on the white sheets through the gaps in the curtains. The face of the person on the bed was pale, and the fine sweat on the forehead soaked the hair, which was randomly stuck to the face.

Her brows were lightly wrinkled, and in the confusion, Jian Ai felt that her head was as heavy as lead, her nerves were throbbing, and she felt like it was about to explode. The sweat-soaked underwear was extremely uncomfortable against her body, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and Jian Ai slowly opened her eyes with difficulty.

In a daze, the first thing that catches the eye is an old-fashioned wardrobe with peeling yellow paint, a cyan glass vase on the simple handmade bedside table beside the bed, a dying narcissus is crumbling, and it looks like a small cherry ball. The alarm clock was staring at him with wide eyes.

Jian Ai only felt a white light flash in her mind, her sluggish spirit was suddenly aroused, and her weak body sat up from the bed with a 'bass'.

Looking around, this is not her high-end apartment in the capital at all, but she is so familiar with the white sheets, the light gauze curtains, and every furnishings in the house.

This is not her own house, not even the capital, but the home of Baiyun City where she grew up!

incredible! Jian Ai looked at everything in front of her with a dull expression. Why did she appear here? Isn't this old house demolished long ago?

And myself...

Jane Ai closed her eyes and let herself try to recall everything that happened before. She lived in this old house until she was admitted to a university in Beijing at the age of seventeen. When she was nineteen, her mother died of cancer. In order to make money for herself to study, her eldest brother followed. The engineering team went out to work, but unexpectedly passed away. Since then, the two most important relatives in Jian Ai's life have left her one after another, leaving only her still in her junior year.

But this did not completely defeat her. After immersed in grief for a period of time, Jian Ai chose to face the future life alone.

The construction site of the eldest brother's death lost some money, and when the old house was demolished, Jian Ai got a lot of money for demolition. With this money, Jian Ai used his unique vision, wisdom and skill to start the demolition work in the capital. The road to entrepreneurship seems to have a natural acumen for doing business. In just a few years, Jian Ai has become a successful businesswoman in the Beijing real estate industry and has become a female boss worth millions.

The picture freezes in the last frame in my mind. On the way the driver drove himself to sign a contract with his partner, at an intersection, a truck driving on his side suddenly rolled over...

So... are you dead?

She opened her eyes and looked at everything that made her feel dazed but familiar, or said that her real life was just a dream.

Getting off the bed, Jian Ai proficiently came to the closet and opened the door. There was a mirror on the inside of the door. In the mirror, she was pale and thin. It was obvious that she was not healed from a serious illness. But this is what it used to be!

She raised her hand and touched her face carefully. The touch was so real that Jian Ai couldn't help but redden her eyes.

On the top of the wardrobe are her high school uniforms, old-fashioned styles and friendly colors.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of the door opening, and Jian Ai's heart followed with a "crack", and her body trembled involuntarily.

She rushed to the door with her feet, and slammed open the door of the room. In the small living room, Wang Yunmei was putting down the fruit in her hand. When she heard the voice, she couldn't help but turn her head. When she saw her daughter was only wearing a jacket, she looked haggard. He stood at the door, and even exclaimed: "Oh Xiaoai, why did you get out of bed like this, go back and lie down, don't catch a cold again."

While speaking, Wang Yunmei had walked quickly to Jian Ai, and was about to help her into the house, but she didn't want her daughter to hug her.

"mom!"

This 'mom' seemed to have exhausted all Jian Ai's strength, she couldn't control herself any longer, and threw herself into her mother's arms and began to cry recklessly.

In Jane Ai's memory, from the time she can remember, her mother has been working as a wine escort at night. Even the so-called relatives such as grandfather and uncle never had any extraneous contacts with their family.

In addition, my mother rented a small shop on the street not far from home, and got up early every morning to sell fried dough sticks for breakfast. And this kind of life, the mother has been repeating for more than ten years, just to support herself and her brother.

Neither Jian Ai nor her eldest brother knew about her father. They didn't ask her if her mother didn't tell her. In her heart, only her mother and her eldest brother were the most important.

But when she was nineteen years old, God played a joke on her again. Her mother was diagnosed with advanced liver cancer and passed away in just two months. This made this already difficult family even worse. When I was in college, I didn't even see my mother for the last time.

Feeling the familiar aroma on her mother's body at this moment, Jian Ai cried until she was almost paralyzed. If all this was a dream, she would use what she had to switch this dream and not wake up.

But Wang Yunmei was startled by her daughter's sudden hug, and after reacting, she quickly patted her back in a soothing way: "Okay, dear daughter, why are you crying? Go back and lie down, you are burning. You just left, don't catch a cold again."

Looking at her daughter's crying eyes, Wang Yunmei couldn't help but smile fondly: "The doctor said that you were frightened and your mood might fluctuate. How did I know the fluctuations were so big, it's the first time Mom saw you cry so hard. ."

Wiping away her tears, although she couldn't calm down quickly, Jian Ai pretended to be normal and said, "Mom, I want to take a shower first, my body is sticky and uncomfortable."

"Okay, then you take a bath first, and Mom will give you

The sheets were changed, probably soaked with sweat. "

Wang Yunmei only thought that her daughter was frightened, so she didn't think much about it at the moment.

In the bathroom, the simple shower head was spraying water intermittently. After rinsing, Jian Ai's heart gradually calmed down.

It was the early spring of 2002, and it had been twelve years since my car accident happened, and all this was not a dream, but I had really returned to twelve years ago, when I was fourteen years old!

It's just this life, if nothing can be changed, what's the use of her taking this opportunity? So Jian Ai clenched her fists and vowed secretly that this time, she must save her mother and eldest brother who died young, and change the life of the family.