"Ding ding ding—"
"Ding ding ding—"
Shen Shiyue was awakened by a series of ringing sounds, which sounded more like a cell phone than an alarm clock.
However, the phone rang only a few times before stopping. Shen Shiyue groggily turned over, but lost his balance and fell directly to the ground.
At the same time, a mechanical electronic voice suddenly popped into my head: [Wish reward has been issued.]
Shen Shiyue felt like he was hallucinating. What wish reward? What is that?
He opened his eyes, stared at the familiar ceiling, and remained lost in thought for a long time.
He actually came back. I thought that after leaving Can Can's mind, I would disappear directly, maybe turn into a gust of wind or a rain, but I never expected that I would return to my own world.
Shen Shiyue felt that his mind hadn't fully returned to normal. He glanced at the sofa next to him and realized that he had fallen asleep and gotten off.
The floor was covered with a soft carpet, so it didn't hurt.
Shen Shiyue lay there for a while, and just as he was about to get up from the ground, he heard footsteps and a figure walked up to his head.
Shen Shiyue thought to himself, who has the audacity to stand right next to his head?
But when he saw the figure of the person who came, he was completely stunned.
"...When did you develop this hobby?"
The familiar voice and the familiar figure completely stunned Shen Shiyue.
Shen Jiazhou looked at his nephew's silly appearance with a puzzled expression. He took another step closer to him, reached out, and "scooped" him up from the ground.
Shen Shiyue was still staring at him blankly.
Shen Jiazhou pushed up his glasses and asked, "Did you go silly from taking a nap?"
He had just seen that Shen Shiyue was still unconscious, so he went to the kitchen to answer the phone. But when he came out after the call, he saw Shen Shiyue lying stiffly on the carpet.
Shen Jiazhou felt a little helpless. He raised his hand and waved it in front of the dazed Shen Shiyue. Just as he was about to speak, Shen Shiyue moved.
Shen Jiazhou lowered his hand and said, "How old are you? How could you fall off the sofa? Are you awake now... huh?"
Before he could finish speaking, Shen Shiyue hugged him tightly.
Shen Shiyue whispered in his ear, "Uncle! Is it really you? Uncle!"
Shen Jiazhou was caught off guard by the hug and was startled, but he quickly calmed down and said, "If I'm not your uncle, then who am I?"
This child has really become stupid after taking a nap.
But thinking about it carefully, it seems that Shen Shiyue has not been this close to him for a long time. It seems that apart from the first two years after he was brought back, Shen Shiyue has become very sensible and mature, and you can only occasionally find his childishness.
But in reality, there are very few times when I hug him with such excitement as I am now.
Shen Jiazhou patted his shoulder and asked patiently, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
Shen Shiyue buried his face in his uncle's shoulder and neck, holding him tightly and refusing to let go.
Nightmare? That was a nightmare, so what is it now? A beautiful dream?
Shen Shiyue couldn't tell anymore; he just wanted to have a good talk with his uncle.
But of all the words he wanted to say, he could only manage to choke out three: "I'm sorry..."
Shen Jiazhou was completely stunned. He didn't know why Shen Shiyue was apologizing, but he could hear the pain hidden beneath his sobs.
Before he could react, Shen Shiyue cried softly, just like when he had just returned to his side, like a little puppy.
Shen Shiyue was really heartbroken. After many years, he once again used tears to vent his emotions, repeatedly saying sorry.
Shen Jiazhou patted his shoulder patiently: "Alright, alright, you just turned eighteen today, why are you becoming more and more childish?"
Shen Shiyue was completely bewildered: "Huh? What eighteen?"
Shen Jiazhou pulled him away from his arms, glanced at Shen Shiyue who was crying uncontrollably, and said with a mix of amusement and exasperation, "Are you really still half asleep? Didn't we agree to celebrate your eighteenth birthday tonight? Your Uncle Xingyuan and Uncle Ningfei are waiting at the hotel. They just called me to ask when we'd be arriving."
"Huh?" Shen Shiyue was even more confused. Was he dreaming again, dreaming that he was eighteen years old again?
Shen Jiazhou sighed, ignoring his ruined shirt. He took out a tissue and wiped away Shen Shiyue's tears, his tone filled with helplessness and gentleness: "What? What kind of dream did you have? You woke up so scared."
As he wiped his face with a tissue, Shen Shiyue felt the touch. He pinched his arm in confusion, forgetting to hold back, and winced in pain.
Pain, pain, pain——
That really hurts!
Is he dreaming?! Did he really go back to the day he turned eighteen?!
Does that mean my uncle is still alive?
Shen Jiazhou sighed, "Why are you pinching yourself for no reason?"
He felt that Shen Shiyue was acting strangely when he woke up from his sleep. She was crying and making a fuss, and when he saw her, it was as if he hadn't seen her for a very long time.
Shen Shiyue stared intently at Shen Jiazhou's face; his appearance, aura, and tone of voice were exactly the same as his uncle's!
Has God opened his eyes? He's brought his uncle back!
Shen Jiazhou was puzzled by his stare, but he still continued, "Alright, go wash your face, we should be heading out soon."
Shen Shiyue finally came to his senses. This time, his happiness was genuine. He nodded and said, "Okay!"
He ran quickly to the bathroom, washed his face, and then looked up at his face.
He looked much younger, even though it had only been a few years. At eighteen, he looked noticeably more carefree.
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