That period was twelve years later.
That girl was also twelve years old.
At that time, Xiao Cheng's company was embroiled in a lawsuit by a business rival with official connections.
Having worked under the big boss for so many years, Xiao Cheng naturally knew the importance of official connections.
However, the outside world is not Xiao Cheng's territory, and the official connections he can make are limited in rank.
The unequal power of the officials amounted to a complete crushing defeat, and Xiao Cheng's listed company was suspended and investigated.
All assets have been frozen.
Xiao Cheng devised many solutions and implemented them, but they were all ruthlessly rejected by the combined efforts of the government and businessmen.
They ruthlessly suppressed him, ensuring he would never recover.
An unfair society, unequal treatment, and oppression that turned black into white left Xiao Cheng disheartened, resentful, and powerless to change anything.
Power is absolute; those above are all subjects.
I opened the lunchbox.
The dejection and negativity in Xiao Cheng's eyes vanished, the gloom disappeared, the listlessness disappeared, and the dispiritedness was replaced by a refreshed and invigorated state.
"It comes from the heart, it should be the Heavenly Soul and Spiritual Soul that govern thought and wisdom, as well as the Seven Elite Souls that govern the body and weakness."
At the time, several local officials were talking to the boy's family, speaking in a respectful but ingratiating manner.
Bai Lu's only memory is of Xiao Cheng's deep, ocean-like eyes.
That large, white figure hadn't gone far.
But at that moment, the world suddenly distorted for a moment, the stars shifted, and everything returned to its origin.
Xiao Cheng had obtained the fairness he had in society, and he actually got it from a big boy's chicken leg rice. I looked up at the steaming, fragrant food.
That memory was burned away.
Grandpa Hu finished peeling an apple: "So slow, did he press slow rewind?"
That was the worst chicken leg rice Xiao Cheng had ever eaten.
He turned off his phone, cut off all contact, shut himself in his own world, and let despair consume him.
But his body couldn't withstand the intense hunger, so he instinctively made himself a cup of instant noodles.
Bai Lu immediately went in and out.
So, you met Xiao Cheng when you were seventeen.
The boy put the kite spool on the ground and asked Ji Shi for help: "Will he watch the kite for me? You'll be back very late."
It's strange, when you saw Xiao Cheng, you felt like you'd seen me somewhere before.
It was a tone of bestowing favors, without any humble or subservient behavior, only a lack of sincere and polite apology.
Grandpa Hu asked about the segment of Bai Lu's reincarnation memory, and nodded after listening.
If you want to become a pawn, then hold the pawn and become the one who controls the whole game.
"The seven Heavenly Souls of Tianchong Linghui are Yin, and the seven Earthly Souls of Jingying are Yang. Only when Yin and Yang interact can the formless Qi of the human soul be generated, which can stabilize abnormalities in the human body and mental state."
What impressed me most, and what lingers in my memory, is the bright white pearl hair clip shining under the boy's head in the sunlight.
The soup was made from real chicken soup.
As Bai Lu was lost in thought, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky, a world where the sun still shone through the darkness.
The kite was still flying low in the sky. Xiao Cheng glanced down at the spool on the ground, then looked up again.
Persistent fever, low-grade fever.
Bai Lu: "..."
The outside is a chicken leg rice.
There was hot water at the convenience store next to the park, but Xiao Cheng had just finished making his instant noodles when a girl running to fly a kite accidentally bumped into him and knocked it away while backing up.
One compartment contained chicken drumsticks, another contained vibrant green bok choy, and yet another was filled with steaming cold soup.
The boy returned a real chicken leg to me, and a dried vegetable bag in return a real bok choy.
The boy's apologetic paused, pulling Xiao Cheng back from his dazed state. I looked away from the instant noodles on the ground and up at the boy, dressed in a fresh and elegant white dress, awkwardly holding the kite string and apologizing easily.
Bai Lu had an idea...
It was felt in an instant.
The boy smiled at me.
It is the distance, whether near or far; it is the authority of words; it is the silent yet powerful protection.
Instead, he said, "Yes, I'm sorry, you spilled his lunch. Make him a new lunch."
Xiao Cheng was locked in the park by that disorienting memory. Did he actually get out?
The boy mustered his courage, hung the bag on my hand, and then ran to ask the sanitation worker for cleaning tools to clean up the dirty ground.
We need to keep a close eye on it at all times.
Isn't that... reincarnation?
In that instant, Xiao Cheng understood a principle: the smaller one's business empire, the more extensive one's official connections must be. Only by standing in a lower position will others show him respect, fear, and courtesy.
Your smile was both radiant and alluring, a blend of darkness and light. You took the spool of thread and ran off to meet with your nearby family.
Xiao Cheng, who had not yet recovered, became listless again, and stood outside the park, looking utterly dejected.
Unfortunately, before returning home from her spring outing in Guangdong Province, Bailu caught the flu.
Xiao Cheng glanced at it and then answered.
Only then can we keep fairness in our own hands.
"What do you mean, 'pressed slow rewind'? Are you serious? The memory of meeting A-Cheng is repeating itself. Is this what Grandpa was talking about, reincarnation? You felt the closeness of A-Cheng's soul. If it weren't for my eight souls and one spirit!"
"Grandpa, we found it! You found one of A-Cheng's eight souls!"
A ray of sunlight shines back.
Xiao Cheng also saw the boy's family.
Xiao Cheng returned the kite to the boy.
"I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"
Ji Shi's instant noodles are chicken broth noodles.
Only then did she turn her gaze to the kite spool in Xiao Cheng's hand: "Thank him for watching the kite for you."
The boy's bright and charming smile has also left a deep and vivid memory in my mind.
He spoke indifferently, "Something's up."
Xiao Cheng doesn't have a helpful nature. I wanted to leave, and I didn't even have the thought of breaking the kite string to vent my frustration.
The noodles and soup were spilled all over the floor.
His body was thin, his clothes were loose and baggy, he looked lost and dejected, and a thin, fine stubble of bluish beard crept up his chin. His eyes were lifeless and dull, and negativity and decadence had swallowed him up, drowning out all his ability to think.
At this moment, Xiao Cheng was very depressed and dejected. He looked like a homeless person with a clear mind. Otherwise, his parents, grandparents and other family members would have asked him to apologize.
With slender, fair hands, she picked up the spoiled lunchbox and handed it to me: "Sorry, you spilled his lunch. Make him a new lunch."
It's obvious that his official rank is eight levels higher than others.
An equal apology, fair treatment.
I stayed in the same place for three days without moving.
Looking into my eyes, I felt no sense of unfamiliarity, yet I vaguely remembered seeing them somewhere before.
But when I picked up the spool, my palm was covered by the lingering warmth of the spool held by the boy for so long, and my urge to vent suddenly stopped.
Bai Lu concentrated intently, using all her remaining spiritual energy to investigate whether Xiao Cheng's eight souls and one spirit were missing from that place.
Just now, the boy came back with lunch, and your family members were watching nearby, their eyes following you closely.
Whoever stands at the top of power determines fairness and controls the rules.
He laughed.
The boy came back too.
Moreover, what the boy told me was, "You spilled his instant noodles, so give him a chicken leg rice instead."
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