"Where...where am I?"
"Am I undergoing a heavenly tribulation?"
Yang An felt a buzzing in his head, and he groggily opened his eyes, only to see two familiar figures.
"Son, your boss just called your dad and said you suddenly fainted at the company, so your dad and I rushed over right away."
"Have you been working too hard lately? I've told you before, don't stay up so late every night."
"I can earn less money, but my health is the most important thing."
"......"
Yang An watched as a slightly hunched woman chattered incessantly at him, mostly with reproachful words, but her tone revealed an undisguised concern.
"Honey, shut up. There are so many people in the hospital."
"Xiao An isn't a child anymore; he's grown up and has his own aspirations."
"If you're tired, go home and rest for a couple of days."
"Your mother and I don't need you to earn a lot of money. We don't ask for great wealth or status in this life. We just want you to be healthy and safe."
A middle-aged man with a square face and a rather composed demeanor patted the woman beside him on the shoulder, his deep voice resonating from his throat.
"Dad...Mom...?"
Yang An looked at the two people who appeared in front of him, his voice slightly hoarse, with a hint of surprise in his tone.
He remembered that he was undergoing the ninth tribulation of life and death. Once he passed this last one, he could break through to the realm of life and death.
Am I overlooking something?
Yang An frowned. He felt that something was wrong, as if he had overlooked something, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
As if sensing the change in Yang An's mood, the middle-aged man and woman exchanged a glance and asked with concern.
"Son, are you feeling unwell? If so, tell me, and Mom will call a doctor for you."
Yang An's lips curled into a smile as he gazed at the two familiar figures. He pinched his thigh, feeling the pain, his eyes reddening slightly, and gently shook his head.
"I'm fine, I'm just a little tired lately."
"Mom and Dad, I'm planning to find a job while I'm at home."
The middle-aged man and woman smiled with delight upon hearing this, seemingly somewhat relieved.
"Son, you've finally figured it out."
"Listen to Mom, small cities have their advantages too. Your parents have prepared a house and a car for you. Find an easy job, get married, and I guarantee you'll live like a god."
"I think that little girl from so-and-so's family is quite nice. If you're interested, I'll go home and arrange a marriage for you."
"You're our only son. You know, when your boss called, your dad was so worried, he rushed over right away."
"......"
The middle-aged man suddenly coughed.
"Cough cough"
"Our son just woke up, so stop chanting right away and let him rest. Let's go buy him some lunch; he's probably hungry after sleeping all day."
The middle-aged woman then stopped talking and quickly said...
"Oh, right, right, right"
"Son, what do you want for lunch? Your dad and I will go buy it for you."
Yang An raised his head, a warm smile appearing on his pale face, and his eyes gradually relaxed.
"I'm fine with anything I eat."
"Dad, Mom, let's go home together later."
Seeing this, the middle-aged woman was about to mutter something more when the middle-aged man pulled her away.
"Honey, why are you pulling me? We can't just buy our son any random food. What if he doesn't like it? He's only been out for a few months and he's already lost weight."
"Your son just woke up, and you're already chanting scriptures for him. He might faint from the shock."
"Don't you think our son seems to have grown up a lot?"
"Now that you mention it, it does seem a bit like that, but it's always a good thing that your son is growing up."
"......"
As Yang An listened to the gradually fading sounds of their discussion, he couldn't help but chuckle, a warm feeling welling up inside him.
"Were those real, or was it all just a dream?"
"Tongzi, are you there?"
"......"
After a long silence, the familiar electronic voice was nowhere to be heard. Yang An stared blankly into the distance, his eyes deep. After a long while, he murmured in a voice only he knew.
"Perhaps...this isn't so bad."
After that, Yang An returned to his hometown with his parents and found an easy job.
Later, during a trip, Yang An met a stunningly beautiful woman who resembled Sophie from his memory, and they exchanged contact information.
In the end, they successfully came together.
Time flies, and fifty years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Over the course of fifty years, Yang An also founded a company. With his inexplicable charm and composure, he attracted a group of talented people, enabling his company to develop rapidly and become a leading industry in the region.
He had tried to cultivate the techniques he remembered, but no matter how hard he tried to recall them, they were so vague that he couldn't remember anything recorded in his mind.
On this day, Yang An's mother passed away, a smile on her lips as she looked at Yang An.
Five years later
The old man who used to be stern but always showed understanding and care has also passed away.
Yang An knelt before the mourning hall, remaining there for a long time until he could no longer support himself and fainted.
Looking in the mirror, Yang An, the once dashing young man, now had gray hair, his face aged and wrinkled. His gaze was deep, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
Fifteen years have passed once again. This time, Yang An held tightly the hand of his wife, with whom he had shared half his life. He knew that this was yet another separation.
"Honey, do I...look like her?"
The bedridden old man struggled to sit up, a smile in his eyes, and asked Yang An softly.
"Doesn't seem like it"
"You are not her, you are you. For the first half of your life, and for the rest of your life, you will always be the one and only Su Xueling."
"The one I've always loved is you."
Yang An shook his head, looked at his wife who had been with him for half his life and had a house full of children and grandchildren, and stroked her dry white hair with gentle eyes.
Her name was Su Xueling, not the Su Fei he knew, a fact he had realized long ago.
Upon hearing Yang An's answer, Su Xueling smiled, a genuine and bright smile, like a child who had just received a compliment, overjoyed.
Then, her eyes gradually became cloudy and lifeless, and her lips moved slightly as if she were trying to say something, but it was so faint that it was almost inaudible.
But Yang An knew what she meant.
"Honey, go and pursue the world of your dreams."
At this moment, Yang An remained silent for a long time, but his originally cloudy eyes gradually brightened.
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