After the halo of the heroine was taken away, I was reborn

After his father passed away, the entire Ji family lost their spiritual support.

The mother's heart also left with the father.

She gave up everything and devoted herself to charity in her last few years, helping many children and patients.

But no amount of thanks and smiles could heal her dim heart. Six years later, she followed her father to another world.

On the day of his mother's funeral, it rained heavily. "Ji Siming" didn't ask anyone to hold an umbrella for him because he wanted to re-experience the feeling of standing downstairs in the hospital and bathing in the rain when he was nine years old.

He let everyone go, except his sister who stayed with him.

"Brother, go back." My sister said.

"Ji Siming" was silent for a moment and asked her, "Do you blame me for what happened back then?"

Yes, after so many years, he always wanted to ask, do you blame me for what happened back then?

Blame me for taking you downstairs quietly.

I blame you and your father for being hurt.

It's my fault that this family has been cast into a shadow for decades, and finally led to this ending.

Ji Sitong said: "Brother, what are you talking about? I have never had such an idea. My father and mother, as well as my brothers and sisters, they are the same. You are my best brother, now and before."

Yes, no one blames him, it's just that he keeps blaming himself.

That day, "Ji Siming" hugged his sister and cried loudly. He decided to let himself go, and he decided to be free.

Unfortunately, the sword of fate fell on him again. That day, the car Ji Sitong was riding in had an accident, leaving behind his young son and husband.

That day, "Ji Siming" fainted in the mud, and his heart stopped beating due to the accident. If first aid had not come in time, he would have died suddenly due to excessive grief.

"Ji Siming" was in a coma, he didn't want to wake up, he didn't want to face the world, he hated his fate.

I don't know how long it took, but Ji Xiaoan said in his ear: "Han Mo attempted suicide. He wanted to leave his and Sitong's son behind. Don't be a bad uncle too. Wake up. That child needs you. He is

Sitong's continuation in this world..."

"Ji Siming" finally woke up, and his sister's son finally became his concern.

He asked his lawyer to draw up a guardianship change contract, found Han Mo, and lived with Han Mo for half a month.

In the end, Han Mo rejected his proposal to change his guardian and promised not to do stupid things again.

However, Han Mo only persisted for eight years and finally died of depression.

Before Han Mo died, he entrusted his son to "Ji Siming".

That year, "Ji Siming" was already forty-four years old.

He is still alone. In the days after losing his father, mother, and sister, he has not cared about his personal problems. He has been working hard to lead the remaining "family" to strengthen and stabilize their careers.

In this environment where the jungle prevails, they have made their due contributions to society and the country.

Perhaps "Ji Siming" was really busy in those years, too busy to care about anything else.

Or perhaps, he has not forgotten Song Yu, or the girl who has been living abroad and rarely comes back.

This long dream, from a nine-year-old child to the age of forty, Ji Siming felt that enough was enough, really enough, and he didn't want to know what happened to that person in the remaining days.

He really doesn't want to.

This is a tragedy, a complete tragedy.

God, let me wake up. If this is your punishment for me, then it is enough.

At the age of nineteen, I have tasted all the sadness and bitterness in this world. I already know what I should do. I already know how to cherish the present. It has been engraved in my bones.

Enough, enough, really enough.

Ji Siming covered his face, tears streaming from his fingers.

"Uncle, uncle, what's wrong with you?"

Han Yu put down the meat buns and lightly patted Ji Siming on the shoulder.

uncle?

Ji Siming looked up blankly and found his nephew looking at him with an expression of concern and confusion.

"Me? Can you see me?"

When Ji Siming opened his mouth, his voice was very deep and gravelly. This was not his own voice, it was "his" voice!

How could it be...

He looked around. This was Ji Zhai. He and Han Yu were sitting in the dining room having breakfast. Not far away were the housekeeper and the maid.

Me, when did I become "him"!

And, is this a dream or reality?

Ji Siming suddenly stood up from the chair. He was a little excited and a little surprised. Then he looked at Han Mo and laughed.

Whether this is a dream or reality, it is an opportunity to change yourself and make up for your mistakes.

It's just that it's too late. Many things are irreversible because he's already halfway through his life.

Yes, it doesn’t matter if he becomes “him”, many things cannot be undone.

Ji Siming felt uncomfortable again and sat on the chair to hide his face.

His crying and laughing behavior frightened Han Mo. The child said to the housekeeper: "Call Dr. Liang."

Dr. Liang is the Ji family’s family doctor and is usually responsible for Ji Siming’s mental health issues.

The housekeeper was also in a hurry and took out his cell phone to arrange for a doctor.

Ji Siming waved his hand and said, "No, I'm fine."

His matter has nothing to do with the psychiatrist.

"Uncle, what did you just say?"

Han Yu was still worried. It was obvious that "he" had some psychological problems.

Ji Siming smiled, touched Han Yu's head, and asked the young boy, "Are the buns delicious?"

Han Yu: "Ah?"

Something's wrong, something's wrong, something's wrong with my uncle. He's obviously a stern person and doesn't even care whether the bun is delicious or not.

Ji Siming smiled at his nephew again. This boy looked like his sister, and he looked particularly cute when he was confused.

"Eat, and I'll take you to school later."

He sat at the dining table and ate the delicious breakfast.

Now that I'm back, I can make up for it as much as I can.

And he had to do it quickly, he didn't know when he would go back, so he tried his best to finish what he wanted to do.

After dinner, Ji Siming personally drove Han Yu to school. On the way, he also hummed popular songs from many years ago. Han Yu had never heard those songs, so he looked at his uncle with a ridiculous and weird look the whole time.

Ji Siming saw the young man's face in the rearview mirror and asked with a smile: "Does it sound good?"

"It sounds kind of nice."

To be honest, the tune sounds okay, but my uncle's voice is not very beautiful.

Ji Siming laughed, "If you search on the Internet, you can still find these songs. They were popular when my uncle was young."

"Uncle, what's the name of the song?"

The two seemed to have found a common hobby and were finally able to communicate well.

When he was approaching school, Han Yu said: "Uncle, I want to listen to the songs you mentioned. Next time we go to the old CD store to look for them, okay? I want to play them at home."