Song Qingmo fell asleep unknowingly, his brow furrowed, his fists clenched. The past flashed through his mind like a fleeting flash of light, scene after scene. The images were so real that he couldn't tell if he was dreaming or if this rebirth was just a dream, a fleeting dream before his death.
When he saw his former self, he suddenly felt a little pathetic. He had treated Mu Heng with such sincere feelings before. Even though he was indeed as cold-hearted as he said, he had a clear conscience and had never done anything wrong to anyone.
Like the pain that followed, Song Qingmo's mind resisted, unwilling to recall the days when Mu Heng attacked him. It seemed as if Song's parents wanted Song Qingmo to be happy and not dwell on the unbearable past. He didn't recall it, and opened his eyes to wake up in the midst of his parents' urgent calls. Looking out the window, the weeping crabapple trees were still in bloom, but it was already noon.
Song Qingmo's temperament was completely different from before. Although he was only 23 years old, only eight years older than now, he had experienced so much that he could no longer be as carefree and cheerful as before.
Looking at Song Qingmo, who had just gotten out of bed and looked so miserable and resentful, his father's heart skipped a beat. He wondered when his son had become so... indescribable. He saw the word "vicissitudes" on Song Qingmo's face. Wasn't it vacation time? He hadn't done anything wrong, so why was he like this?
Song's father decided to interrupt Song Qingmo's melancholy, so he put his fist over his lips and pretended to cough. "Cough! Cough! Son, your mother wants you to go downstairs to eat."
This sound brought Song Qingmo back to his senses. He muttered to himself, "It's already noon..." Song Qingmo also felt that he was not in a good state. He quickly patted his face with his hands, then pounded his chest. Finally, he adjusted his state, propped himself up, jumped out of the bed, and ran ahead of Song's father, dragging his shoes. "Dad, I'm going to eat first. Whoever gets to the table later will wash today's dishes."
Song's father secretly thought it was bad. He had actually forgotten this rule. He was indeed "my good son." He actually used a trick to deceive him. He really hadn't changed his old ways of cheating him. He was still worried about what happened to him. It was completely unnecessary. "You little ungrateful bastard, stop right there. I don't want to wash the dishes today. I've been doing it for almost ten days. Do you have a conscience?"
Knowing he had been tricked, Song's father stood up and hurriedly chased after Song Qingmo, but Song Qingmo ran too fast and left him behind. Song's father felt bitter. Today was another day for him to be a good family man. It would be better if he didn't have this son.
Song's mother looked upstairs and saw Song Qingmo, his face full of smiles, legs quickly crossed in the stairwell, and in a few moments he was downstairs. Song's father was chasing after him miserably, scolding him for being unfilial. Song Qingmo found the time to respond with a face at his father.
But when this farce came to Song's mother, the two "children" became well-behaved. Song Qingmo was the first to pull out a chair and sit down, looking like a well-behaved person begging for food. Song's mother sighed a sigh of relief. She lamented that these two people really didn't get along. It was just washing dishes, wasn't it? What was the big deal?
Song's mother gloated over who would do the chores today. "Okay, Mingmo, it's your turn to wash the dishes again today." Song's father sighed dejectedly, "I know," while still shooting death rays at Song Qingmo. Song Qingmo said it didn't matter, and even sighed that this was indeed the taste of home. He was still alive, and everything was still in time.
Song's mother couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Okay, you look like you're dying. You have to attend a dinner party tonight and only wash the dishes once. Xiao Mo, do you want to go?"
Here it comes, Song Qingmo straightened his expression. This was the beginning of his ill-fated relationship with Mu Hengshi. If he hadn't been a goody-goody, and had helped Mu Hengshi when he resisted the marriage, and was bitten back in the end, he wouldn't have been entangled with him until now. After all, the other person had the ability, so why should he play the hero?
Song Qingmo shook his head like a rattle. Just like in his previous life, he refused. He didn't want to go. He knew exactly what would happen at that banquet. But he would never go around that banquet again and be attacked by Mu Hengshi and lose his first kiss.
They all knew their son didn't like going to those parties, so they decided to clean up the mess themselves. Song Qingmo, with a clear conscience, finished his meal and went back to bed to rest.
Song Qingmo had to think carefully about how to escape the tragedy of his previous life. He opened his browser and anonymously asked his questions to many netizens.
Building No. 1: OP, the question you raised is quite similar to many plots in past life rebirth novels. My suggestion is that you read more of those novels, and then everything will be OK.
Building 2: Yes, OP, I think you should read more novels. But is this something you personally experienced? Or do you want to write a novel about it?
Building No. 3: Yes, yes, OP, your question is very strange.
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Song Qingmo stared at the replies from netizens on the web page on his computer. Most of them said that his question was very strange, while others suggested that Song Qingmo read some novels to supplement the meager knowledge in his mind.
This suggestion was like a revelation to Song Qingmo. He shook his hand and slapped it against his own palm, thinking to himself, "How foolish! Why didn't he think of reading a novel? After all, art comes from life. Maybe I can find a way to do it."
Song Qingmo started downloading novels from his phone and searched for some rebirth novels. The further he read, the weirder his expression became. It was hard to describe, because all he found were stories like… "Where can my beloved wife escape after rebirth?", "After rebirth, the scumbag regrets it", "After rebirth, the vicious male supporting role quits", and so on…
What the hell is this? Song Qingmo was puzzled. He held his finger and clicked it in doubtfully. It didn't matter if he saw it, but after seeing it, Song Qingmo was shocked for three hundred years.
He was so engrossed in it that he didn't even notice when his parents had left for the dinner. That day, Song Qingmo devoured over 30 rebirth novels. He now considered himself a seasoned fan of the genre.
As a well-read man, he concluded that after his rebirth, he would either be with the second male lead, or slap the protagonists in the face, or stay away from the scumbag, but in the end... he would be spoiled by the scumbag, pursued by the scumbag, and felt that he had to be good to him.
This is all about how he looks at it, the more he looks like a vicious male supporting role? He became a stepping stone for the two pairs of lovers, Mu Hengshi and Wen Zhiling.
And according to the following plot, will I have to abuse the scumbag and make him fall in love with me?
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