At this moment, he could still faintly hear the laughter of children playing in the neighborhood outside.
But he knew very well that when the disaster struck, children and the elderly with relatively weak immune systems were almost all infected.
Those who are immune to airborne viruses are almost all people aged 10 to 50.
In other words, of the children who are playing carefree in the community at this time, and the elderly who are so idle that they can only play chess to pass the time, only a tiny fraction will actually survive.
However, there was nothing Yang Shen could do. He was just an ordinary person now, and his only purpose in reversing time was to revive his parents.
He'll help others if he has the ability, but if he doesn't, then that's their fate.
Yang Shen found his father Yang An's number in his phone's contacts and dialed it.
Hearing the ringtone coming from his phone, Yang Shen felt a little nervous.
Even though I know my dad is definitely still alive, I'm still nervous.
The call was quickly answered, and a middle-aged man's voice came from the other end: "Xiao Shen, what's up? Your dad's at work. Can't you two keep quiet? You weren't having nightmares too, were you?"
My dad sounded a bit speechless on the phone.
The familiar voice, so warm and comforting, even Yang Shen, in his current state of mind, couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.
Sure enough, Dad was still alive, and his voice was still so steady...
However, Yang Shen was taken aback by what his father said: "What nightmare? Dad, what are you talking about?"
"What else could it be? Your sister just called and said she had a terrible nightmare and wanted to come home right away to comfort her. Seriously, she's a grown woman and she still gets scared by nightmares," Yang An said helplessly.
Upon hearing this, a thoughtful look flashed in Yang Shen's eyes.
Did my sister have a nightmare?
Or perhaps, the younger sister also returned to the time before the disaster with her memories intact?
He couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.
If you were to ask who had the greatest karmic connection with him in his past life, it would undoubtedly be Yang Hongyan, because Yang Hongyan was his younger sister and the person he cared about most.
Perhaps his actions have had some impact on Yang Hongyan?
"Xiao Shen, you should call and persuade your sister to focus on her studies. It costs several hundred yuan for a round trip. With that money, you might as well let her buy some good food or pretty things," said Dad Yang An.
"Oh, okay, I'll call Hongyan right away." Yang Shen couldn't help but find it amusing, and also felt a warm feeling.
What a familiar tone.
Actually, his family isn't poor at all; otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to buy a house in this Xinning residential area.
But Dad is used to being frugal and is always reluctant to spend money.
In their family, it was Yang's mother who was extravagant. Because Yang's mother's biological parents owned a factory, although she rarely used her parents' money after marrying into the Yang family, she was raised in luxury from a young age and was used to spending money.
Yang's father lost both parents at a young age and cherished every penny. He would haggle with the vegetable vendors at the market for a long time.
Thinking about all this, Yang Shen asked, "Is my mother home?"
"Your mom just went out to pick up some goods. Okay, I'll hang up now. Remember to talk to your sister. Why do you two keep making phone calls? Phone calls are so expensive. Why not just video chat on WeChat? Free data is much cheaper than phone calls." Yang An hung up the phone after saying that.
The same familiar tone, the same familiar stinginess.
Yang Shen found it both amusing and endearing.
I used to get impatient whenever my dad talked about saving money, but now I feel very warm towards him.
It seems that you only know how to cherish something after you've lost it.
Having found Yang Hongyan's phone number, Yang Shen dialed it.
The phone rang for more than ten seconds before it was answered, and Yang Hongyan's voice came through immediately: "Brother?"
"Hongyan, do you still have memories?" Yang Shen asked bluntly.
Yang Hongyan, sitting opposite him, fell silent, seemingly bewildered by Yang Shen's question. After several seconds, she finally replied, "What? You still have memories? Yang Shen, what do you mean?"
Yang Shen was taken aback when he heard this: "Didn't you just call Dad? Didn't you know something and use the nightmare as an excuse to tell Dad?"
"What excuse about a nightmare? I did have a nightmare, okay?" Yang Hongyan said irritably.
Yang Shen asked in surprise, "You really just had a nightmare? What did you dream about?"
“I dreamt… Oh dear, who can remember dreams so clearly? Did Dad tell you to persuade me not to go home? Okay, stop trying to persuade me. I was just having a strange dream too. It was just a nightmare. I’m not going back,” Yang Hongyan said.
Yang Shen: "No, you have to come back."
"Why?" Now it was Yang Hongyan's turn to be surprised.
"Because everything you dream about is real," Yang Shen said.
Yang Hongyan chuckled and said, "Yang Shen, how do you know that what I dreamt about was real? Did you enter my dream? Don't tell me you have the superpower to enter dreams."
“Infected, destruction of mortal planes, Bai Susu, Lu Qingqing, the river of time, reversing time.” Yang Shen rattled off a string of words.
"...Yang Shen, what are you talking about? Reversing time in the river of time? Have you been reading too many novels and developed delusions?" Yang Hongyan said speechlessly.
"..."
Yang took a deep breath: "Hongyan, I'm not joking with you. If you still want to see me, come back right now."
"Yang Shen, what do you mean? Explain yourself!"
"You'll know when you get back. I'll pick you up from the station tonight."
"But I have to go to class, okay...?"
Yang Shen hung up the phone immediately, then found a fruit knife and stabbed himself in the arm, causing blood to flow freely.
This chapter is not finished, please click the next page to continue reading!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com