Going further, he even still has some impression of the old woman who served him soup on the bridge.

Thinking about the past life again...

Well, among the countless textbooks and questions, there are still two pairs of faces that are gradually blurring.

They said: "You don't have to worry about anything, just study hard. Before you leave school, we will take care of everything in life..."

Those were his parents in his previous life. Although he was dissatisfied with their education methods, he still didn't want to forget them.

He touched his chest, and there was a diary stuffed there, the one Hongli had coveted for a long time. He had always carried it with him, fearing to throw it away.

In the first few years after traveling through time, he was always afraid of being "assimilated" by this world and afraid of forgetting that he once did not belong to this world.

He thought and quickly recorded every bit of his past life to remind himself of it all the time.

But then, why did he stop keeping a diary?

Oh, by the way, it’s when he feels his parents’ care for him...

It’s when you realize that your younger siblings are relying on you...

It was when that girl sweetly called him Brother Heiyang, played with him, fought wits and courage together, and grew up together...

It’s time to feel the warmth of this life...

There are too many things he doesn’t want to forget!

Parents in the past life, parents in this life...

Xiaolong, Xiaohui, Sister Xiaoqi...

And the girl who always shouted angrily, "Heiyang, are you going to die?"...

Hei Yang couldn't help but smile, but felt the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

【Heiyang:Xiaoli.】

[Hongli: Huh?]

[Heiyang: It’s okay.]

【Hongli:?】

The soup in the bowl gradually bottomed out, and the old woman beat her legs, which were aching from bending for too long, and prepared to get up to put away the bowl and spoon.

"Xiaoran..."
Chapter completed!