Chapter 41 Chapter 41: The Period of Reincarnation

"Ziyi, please don't forget me. Before I was alive, loving you was a part of my life; after my death, my body may perish, but my true feelings will never fade away. Ziyi, forgive me for not loving you." "Xi Yan, I cherish you, you have always been my best friend." "Yes, you have always treated me like a brother...Ziyi, the most fortunate thing in my life is that I met you, but the biggest regret is also you...Ziyi, if there is another life, I pray that I can see you again, let me continue to serve you My love works hard until you fall in love with me too..."

I cried, rolled over and sat up, brought my thoughts back to reality, but the pain still persisted. "Ziyi, Ziyi..." I called softly in the still night.Such a familiar name, such deep lovesickness, but who is he? I've been having the same dream a lot since last year when my husband and I celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary without much interest.The first time I woke up crying from a dream, I felt very strange, it was just a dream, why the heartache was so clear and cold?Everything about Ziyi is so familiar and kind, as if a friend who has played with him since he was a child has known him all his life, and it seems that he is about to come out, but he just can't remember who it is.

I remembered it from kindergarten when I was three years old, and recalled it until I was 33 years old. I finally determined that there had never been a person named Ziyi in real life. Memories, such as visiting Xiangshan at night, visiting the Bada Temple, appreciating the Terra Cotta Warriors... Of course, these are all recalled from intermittent dreams later, but I know it is true, there really was a person named Ziyi, and there really was such a mental journey.In the dream, Ziyi's face was blurred, her voice was low, and she seldom spoke.What is deep and strong is that kind of lingering feeling.I used to love him so much, even though I was rejected, I still fell in love with him until death, so I made an alliance for the next life.

That's right, it must be the memory of my previous life, and Ziyi is my love from life to life.But Ziyi, you betrayed me again. I have been married for ten years, why you still haven't appeared? I glanced at my sleeping husband next to me and sighed deeply.Compared with Ziyi, her husband is such a dull and ordinary person, he has no interest except working and sleeping, and even his name is so vulgar-Cultural Revolution, huh, Zhang Wenge! I can't remember why I married the Cultural Revolution in the first place, it was always because of the romance and fantasy of a little girl.When the spring is warm, the flowers are blooming, the wind is clear and the moon is full, even the noise of sparrows is regarded as beautiful music, and it is also possible to mistake the gentle Cultural Revolution for Prince Charming.It's just that after ten years, no amount of romance has been smoothed out by his rigidity.The initial tenderness is gone, and all that remains is the patience and helplessness of meeting each other every day.I became indifferent and alienated day by day, but he didn't notice it, maybe he was complacent that I stopped disturbing him so that he had more time but was a bookworm, right?

I sighed, thinking of Ziyi, my heart tenderly ached.Ziyi, please re-enter the dream, lead me back to the previous life, let me love you again... I was fascinated by the soul-stirring bitter love in my previous life.I, who was tired and indifferent in real life, had such persistent and deep feelings, which made me feel embarrassed. Returning late on a rainy night, when I approached my house on Haidian South Road, that unforgettable lingering feeling surged again, and I clearly remembered how many times Gong Ziyi had walked this road.He always sent me to the front of the building, said a short "goodbye" and turned to leave.I was the one who was reluctant to leave, and I held his arm and begged repeatedly: "Ziyi, walk with me to the end of the road and then turn back, would you like to walk with me for a while?"

Ziyi should not me.I ran away angrily, even if he called me from behind, I didn't look back.I went up to the sub-lounge, but panicked, turned around and ran back, but Ziyi had already left, I was at a loss, as if I would never see him again, and I ran along Haidian South Road in the quiet night while calling out sadly : "Ziyi, Ziyi..." How deep is the love?The sunset shines in the deep mountains and the rain in the deep autumn.In the previous life, every meeting with Ziyi was like parting from life to death.The corners of my eyes were wet, and when I walked to the door of the building, I quietly turned back, calling softly, "Ziyi, Ziyi."

Ziyi is a contradictory person. Sometimes she treats me like an older brother, caring and accommodating me, but sometimes she always haggles with me on small matters and never gives in. As a result, she has left so many regrets in her previous life. I remember that time I prepared a birthday present for him one month in advance, and imagined countless times blowing out candles with him, but he flatly rejected it at the end.It was also a rainy night, and I slantedly held an umbrella and walked in the rain. I understood Ziyi’s remoteness and hopelessness more than ever in my heart. The heart is empty, and there is only boundless cold rain left in the world, which has been cold to the heart of people.I hugged my shoulders tightly, trembling uncontrollably, and my heart tightened in pain...

That cold and lonely sadness is still fresh in my memory, maybe I would have died that night. I couldn't help hugging my shoulders again, savoring the loneliness and loss of my previous life, and going back step by step along the road of memory... When I didn't know how many times I turned back and turned back, I looked back and saw my husband.He was standing in front of the building door looking anxiously, the light in the foyer shone on his pale face, driving away all my memories of Ziyi. Seeing me, Wen Ge breathed a sigh of relief: "Xi Yan, you are back, why is it so late?"

"Working overtime." I replied vaguely, sideways to let him go upstairs, unwilling to say another word. On Sunday, my son clamored to go to the Old Summer Palace, saying that the history teacher had just taught the lesson that the Eight-Power Allied Forces burned the Old Summer Palace, and asked the students to visit the site to strengthen their memory.The Cultural Revolution muttered: "I've watched it a hundred times, do you still want to watch it?" But although he is not an affectionate husband, he is definitely a model father. He urged me to get up early in the morning to pack a large bag of ham and drinks, and the family of three was on the road.

When I came to Yuanmingyuan, I realized that there is a new scenery here - Haiyue Kaijin Ruins, which specializes in collecting various totem models from all over the world for thousands of years.I have always been interested in ancient things, and I was fascinated by them, lingering and forgetting to leave, so I sent my husband: "You can take your son to see the wreckage after the fire. I want to go here for a while." Walking alone in the Shuimei, the feeling of the previous life came again. As if inspired, I quickened my pace and turned around the rockery. I froze, as if my chest had been hit hard by a hammer.sky!I remember these three words!This is where I used to travel with Ziyi!Do not forget me!This is exactly my most sincere wish, and it is the period of my life and death promise to Ziyi!

I walked into the pavilion by accident, stroked the wooden table and chairs carved out of tree roots, and felt like weeping. I sat down as soon as my body softened, my heart was shaking, and I couldn't help but bowed my head and muttered: "Ziyi, don't worry." Forget me!" Tears were dripping down, and I slowly raised my head, only to see that the Cultural Revolution had come far away, leading my son by the hand.Hey, Ziyi... Missing it seems like a day, and I gradually become bedridden.The Cultural Revolution dragged me to the hospital for an examination, only to find out that I had stomach cancer. Stomach cancer!My life is coming to an end again, and Ziyi still hasn't appeared.Ziyi, how can you bear me? The disease gradually developed to the point where I had to be hospitalized. The Cultural Revolution left my job and stayed with me in the hospital day and night.Due to chemotherapy, I lost a lot of long hair, but I didn't care, just waiting for my life to end and turn into reincarnation quickly, hoping to reunite with Ziyi. At that time, I would still Do you have Ziyi's memory? I asked hard in my dream: "Ziyi, will you forget me?" "Xiyan, don't think about it." Ziyi took a glass of water, put one hand on my shoulder and helped me sit up, and brought the glass to my lips with the other: "Drink slowly, it's a little hot." My heart was hurt, and I held his hand and burst into tears: "Ziyi, tell me what is wrong? I will correct it. I hope that in the next life, I can be a girl who satisfies you and can be loved by you..." I cried, my liver and intestines were torn apart, and the Cultural Revolution pushed me awake: "Xiyan, wake up, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?" I opened my eyes blankly, nightmare?No, it was a dream of love that was so bitter that I would rather sleep than wake up, but how could I tell my husband?Seeing the anxiety and sadness on his face, I suddenly couldn't bear it, so I gently stroked his face and said, "Cultural Revolution, you have gray hair..." As soon as he lowered his head, the circles of his eyes quickly turned red. He stood up and asked in a disguised manner: "Do you want to drink water?" Before I could answer, he turned around and poured a glass of water, and tried it on his lips first. He put his arms around my shoulders to help me up, and brought the water to my lips with the other hand: "It's a bit hot, drink it slowly." My heart was shocked, and I blurted out: "Ziyi!" "Ziyi?" My husband shook his hand and looked at me strangely: "How do you know this name?" I knew I had lost my composure, and my face flushed with embarrassment, but I was still taken aback: "You know Ziyi?" "Of course, this is the name my grandfather gave me. Later, when the 'Cultural Revolution' began, my father changed my name to signify the revolution..." I was dumbfounded, and suddenly realized, Ziyi, it turns out that Ziyi is my husband!Sure enough, we met again in the next life, and we finally got married. Ziyi was always by my side, but I ignored it time and time again. I think of every time I wake up in the middle of the night, I can always hear the even and steady breathing of the Cultural Revolution. I think of retracing memories along Haidian South Road and seeing my husband standing at the intersection. I looked up and saw his smiling face... I searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly I looked back, but the man was there, in a dimly lit place! I always thought that Ziyi was an unrepentant mistake lost in the previous life, and a true love that I could not get through my life and death. I didn't know that the old dream had already come true.The dream has come true The dream is gone Oh, how can I miss heaven? "Ziyi..." I held my husband's hand in tears, the past and the present became one at this moment, and we suddenly became transparent, seeing each other clearly.This moment of knowing is enough for a peaceful and fulfilling life, and mine is coming to an end. "Ziyi, if there is an afterlife, please remember to meet me again, and let me repay you with the love of my life, until the next life..."