"Ah! Boom! Ouch!" What's it like to dream of falling from a height and then falling off the bed? What's it like to wake up and find that the place you are in is strange and familiar, your home, but also not your home.
"Oh my god, what's going on?" Zhang Xiaomai rubbed his butt, looked at the surrounding environment, and then looked at his own hands and feet. His mind was full of confusion.
"Xiaomai, poof, mom, Xiaomai fell to the ground, hahaha." Hearing the sound, Zhang Xiaomai raised his head. This white and chubby little boy.
"Brother?" Zhang Xiaomai called softly.
"Well, get up quickly, Mom, breakfast is ready." Zhang Dami said.
"Oh." Zhang Xiaomai responded blankly, then followed him to the kitchen.
"Get up and eat quickly. After you finish eating the rice and cleaning up, you can go to school. Wheat, you stay at home and remember to take your medicine later. I'm going to the fields." Tang Suju looked at the two children, gave them instructions, and then hurried out. After all, her parents-in-law and her brother's family had already gone to the fields to work.
"Okay," Zhang Dami replied obediently. Zhang Xiaomai finished her meal, then packed up and headed out for school. Zhang Xiaomai, only four years old, was left alone at home, lost in thought. He wondered what was happening. He glanced at the calendar on the wall: Tuesday, March 21, 1995.
Zhang Xiaomai walked out of the room and went to the yard, looking at the old house that had long disappeared in history. It was an earthen brick and tile house with five rooms in an L shape. The separate room at the corner was a utility room, next to which was the kitchen, and next to the kitchen was the room where Zhang Xiaomai woke up in the morning.
The room is about 10 square meters and is divided into two rooms. There is a bed and several cabinets inside, leaving only a small space. Living in it are Tang Suju, Zhang Dami and Zhang Xiaomai, a mother and two sons. The outer room is occupied by my grandparents, and next to it is the main room. The last room is occupied by my father (my uncle, my father's younger brother) and his family of four.
The eldest cousin is sixteen years old this year and is already in junior high school. The second cousin is one year older than her and has gone to play with his cousin.
Three plum trees stand beside the dam, now in full bloom, about to bear fruit. The blossoms, pristine white as snow, are in full bloom. Since ancient times, various flowers and plants have inspired the writings of literati, and plum blossoms are no exception.
The poet Li Bai once wrote
Spring brings warmth and hundreds of flowers bloom.
It comes first when the spring flowers bloom.
The fire burns the leaves and the red clouds fall.
The plum blossoms are in full bloom, covering the entire tree in white.
It turns out that plum blossoms are also beautiful. At this moment, Zhang Xiaomai sat on a small stool under the plum tree, thinking about life. Occasionally, petals fell, and if someone passed by, the scene would be extremely beautiful. However, Zhang Xiaomai was very sad.
"Oh, my 1.8-meter-long bed that cost three thousand yuan, how long have I slept on it? My pink and fluffy sheets and quilt covers, how long have I covered them? My three-bedroom, one-living-room apartment that I just bought is still under renovation and I haven't moved in yet. Wuuuu." The more he thought about Zhang Xiaomai, the more he wanted to cry.
As a 21st-century homebody, she naturally read a lot of novels, and for a long time, rebirth stories were her only preference. There was even a time when, due to certain circumstances, she dreamed of being reborn, preferably with a cheat code. However, she had never imagined being reborn so young!
Moreover, she had already let go of that past and just wanted to concentrate on being a useless person. Thinking back to her before her rebirth, her family ran a small company, and she worked from home, not having to deal with the treacherous people and intrigues of society. She had a small savings, a house to her name, and it was fully paid for. She lived with her parents, her brother got married and had children, and she occasionally traveled with a few friends, had gatherings, and so on.
Her life was a leisurely one that others envied. She didn't have many aspirations in life. Apart from the occasional pressure to get married, her life was simply perfect. She just wanted to grow old in this leisurely way. However, she hadn't left the house for several days, hadn't done anything good, and hadn't been injured. She had just woken up from a nap, and how could she have been reborn at this time?
Dad was working away from home, so the family of three came back to live with their grandparents. She was really not used to sleeping with others. She couldn't accept the idea of a toilet in the room. And the room was dark and there was no light.
My hometown is vast and sparsely populated. The nearest neighbor is halfway up a mountain. While it's not a huge mountain, it's still far away. Well, my relatives aren't as impressive as the ones in novels, but they've definitely left Zhang Xiaomai with many unpleasant memories, and no good ones at all.
Zhang Xiaomai was lazy and had never been good at dealing with interpersonal relationships. She was also lucky not to have to deal with them. But now... Sigh! The spring chill was still there. After sitting for a while, Zhang Xiaomai felt a little cold and decided to go back to her room for another sleep.
Maybe everything was just a dream. When she woke up, she'd still be in her 5-foot-tall bed, covered in her soft, fluffy pink quilt. Zhang Xiaomai picked up her small stool, went back to her room, closed the door, and climbed onto the old wooden bunk bed to sleep.
It was clearly not a peaceful sleep. It was Chinese New Year, and fireworks were prohibited in the city. My mother hadn't even bought any incense, candles, or anything like that, but someone downstairs was burning paper, secretly in the bedroom.
The flying scraps of paper with sparks ignited the curtains, followed by the quilts and clothes. Then there was a sound of explosion, and Zhang Xiaomai, who happened to be sleeping upstairs, died in his sleep.
"Huh!" Zhang Xiaomai struggled to wake up and gasped.
Luckily, no one lived on the sixth floor, and her parents and brother had gone back to their hometown today, leaving her alone at home. She figured there wouldn't be too many casualties. This was Zhang Xiaomai's thought after she woke up.
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