Rebirth of the world Xiaolong

Chapter 1

Standing under the dilapidated low eaves, with the setting sun behind him and the remaining shadows spreading all over his body, Jiang Zhihao felt like he was in a dream.

In the dream, he had lived a complete life and was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer when he was eighty years old.

When he died, he saw himself on the hospital bed and his wailing descendants. Then time kept shrinking until he stood in front of this door again.

Jiang Zhihao was very sure that it was not a dream, because dreams would not allow him to remember it so clearly. He could remember everything that happened every minute and every second.

He was very sure that he was reborn.

His eyes slowly moved to the door panel, Jiang Zhihao turned the key with slightly trembling hands.

The old door made a harsh friction sound. When the door was opened, the first thing he saw was his daughter Lingling sitting on the ground and playing with a plastic train that was mostly broken.

Lingling just turned four this year. She is much smaller and thinner than her peers.

The moment he saw his daughter, tears filled Jiang Zhihao's eyes.

He never thought that one day he would be able to see his daughter again.

The fire that burned his wife and daughter to death decades ago was the most painful thing in his life. No matter how hard he worked in the future, no matter how much money he made, it could not make up for the pain in his heart.

"dad!"

Seeing Jiang Zhihao's return, Lingling happily got up from the ground and hugged his thigh: "You're back!"

Jiang Zhihao saw clearly her thin body and the old clothes on her body that he found from someone unknown.

The little face that should be rosy is pale. To put it mildly, it is called white skin, but to put it worse, it means starvation and malnutrition.

Jiang Zhihao knelt down and held the little girl tightly in his arms.

With hot tears flowing, this man who had created various business miracles in the future hugged his daughter and murmured: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Little did Lingling know that her father had already experienced a complete life. She stretched out her hand and patted Jiang Zhihao's back gently. Her soft childish voice echoed in the room: "Daddy, be good and don't cry. Lingling loves you."

Listening to her voice, Jiang Zhihao's tears flowed faster.

"Dad, I don't want to go to school, please stop arguing with mom, okay?" Lingling held Jiang Zhihao's head and said.

The child's words were unbridled, but Jiang Zhihao quickly recalled this sentence that he would remember for the rest of his life.

At that time, I was idle all day long, addicted to drinking and gambling. When I lost all my money, I would ask my wife for it. If I had no money, I would get drunk and smash things.

Just the day before the fire, his wife Zhong Jiawei wanted their children to go to kindergarten, but Jiang Zhihao felt that going to kindergarten was a waste of money. He didn't go to kindergarten when he was young, so how could he survive until he grew up?

For this reason, the couple had a big quarrel again.

Although Lingling is only four years old, she is much more sensible than other children of the same age.

She has always envied other children who could go to kindergarten, but she also knew that her parents quarreled because of her schooling.

Therefore, she suppressed the little desire in her heart.

It can be said that it is very rare for a four-year-old child to be able to do this.

Listening to his daughter's warm childlike voice, Jiang Zhihao wiped away the tears on his face, picked his daughter up and said, "Dad will work hard to make money and send you to kindergarten tomorrow, okay?"

"Really?" Lingling's eyes lit up, and then she seemed to remember something, and she wrinkled her face and said, "But... we don't have money, and we don't want our parents to quarrel."

"Don't worry, mom and dad won't quarrel in the future." Jiang Zhihao said extremely seriously.

Lingling tilted her little head and looked at him. After a few seconds, she kissed him hard on the face and said with a smile: "Then daddy is a good boy!"

At this time, the door was opened and Jiang Zhihao turned around. When he saw the person, his body couldn't help but tremble.

Standing at the door was a woman with long hair shawl and a smart professional suit, which made her look very energetic. Her appearance and figure were of a very good kind, especially her eyes and tall nose, which made her look very energetic.

The face is very three-dimensional.

But her expression looked a little cold, which slightly ruined the beauty.

This woman was Jiang Zhihao's married wife Zhong Jiawei, and she was also the murderer who set the house on fire.

But Jiang Zhihao never resented Zhong Jiawei, because Zhong Jiawei also died in the fire.

The charred corpses of mother and daughter hugging each other were the most unforgettable and painful memories in his life.

Jiang Zhihao often thinks about how much she hates herself and how desperate she is to choose to end her life in this way.

Zhong Jiawei was holding a bag in her hand, with fragrance wafting from it.

Jiang Zhihao knew that there was the roast duck that his daughter wanted to eat.

Eighty-eight pieces of roast duck, my daughter has only eaten this once.

In Zhong Jiawei's pocket was the lighter she just bought. She had prepared the gasoline at noon and put it in the kitchen cabinet.

Lingling smelled the fragrance and immediately broke away from Jiang Zhihao's arms and jumped down. She happily ran to Zhong Jiawei, pulled the plastic bag and asked: "Mom, what is it? What is it?"

"Roast duck, haven't you always wanted to eat it?" Zhong Jiawei had a smile on her face that she only had for her daughter, but this smile was a little forced.

"Dad, it's roast duck!" Lingling turned around and shouted happily.

Jiang Zhihao walked over slowly and stood in front of Zhong Jiawei. Looking at his living wife again, his impulse made him want to reach out and hug Zhong Jiawei and tell her how much he missed her.

But the obvious disgust for him in Zhong Jiawei's eyes made Jiang Zhihao feel bitter inside.

The two of them had slept in separate rooms a long time ago. Jiang Zhihao would come home drunk every day, smelling of alcohol, and he liked to get drunk. Zhong Jiawei didn't want to disturb the child.

Lingling took the roast duck and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, Mom!"

Her daughter's cuteness and understanding made Zhong Jiawei feel warm in her heart. At the same time, when she thought about what she was about to do, she felt extremely sad inside.

When putting the roast duck on the table, Lingling suddenly remembered something. She turned her head and looked at Zhong Jiawei and said, "Mom, dad said he would send me to kindergarten tomorrow!"

Zhong Jiawei glanced at Jiang Zhihao and said, "Is it fun to trick children?"

Every time he and Jiang Zhihao quarrel about money, he always says what will happen tomorrow, but when tomorrow comes, he changes his mind again.

Not only was he deceived, but his daughter was also deceived by him many times. He only promised to go to the amusement park with her, but he broke his promise countless times.

In Zhong Jiawei's heart, she was not willing to believe her husband at all. She had been so disappointed that she was in despair.

Jiang Zhihao didn't defend himself, but changed the subject and said, "Let's drink porridge tonight. Your stomach is not good. I'll cook the rice until it's a little mashed. It might take a little more time."