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The late spring breeze still carries a hint of chill. As I walk further south from the Hutong, vast stretches of wilderness and fields rustle in the wind.
Although Jiang Yizhou knows that many things cannot be changed, especially those matters where right and wrong are indistinguishable, he considers himself a Reborn Person. People must strive to do something; otherwise, if they leave this world without making a sound, it would be as if they never returned.
Well, his parents and older brother will probably miss him. After so many years, when his parents and older brother pass away, perhaps all traces of him will vanish.
If the cemetery is not renewed for twenty years, the ashes will be handed over to his brother's descendants, casually scattered around the ancestral grave, mingling with the earth. In that case, he would truly be gone.
Is it a pity that he was too confident?
Jiang Yizhou sits by a narrow road cutting through the wilderness, enjoying the spring breeze. Although he is not a pure materialist, he has always kept religion at arm's length. He knows that believing might alleviate the fear of death, but one cannot deceive oneself like that.
It would be better to tell him that there is nothing beyond Earth; everything is just a backdrop created by higher-dimensional beings. At least the latter has a possibility of realization. Until proven otherwise, if such bothersome higher-dimensional beings really exist...
It seems that ninety-nine percent of occurrences like crossing over are orchestrated by those beings. He really needs to consider the possibility that the scenes observed beyond the solar system are backgrounds set up by higher-dimensional life!
Even the complete transfer of soul thoughts is a constructive rather than destructive act; it could never happen naturally. Just like a meteor might accurately hit some unfortunate soul, it cannot create a perfectly round crater.
He has indeed strayed off-topic. Since Jiang Youming isn’t worried at all, why should he be concerned?
“What are you doing here?” A girl's voice came from behind him, accompanied by the sound of brakes.
Jiang Yizhou brushed off his pants and stood up. “You seem so relaxed; you must be a rich girl living off your parents, wandering around aimlessly. Is that interesting?”
Ding Zhengnan pouted and glared slightly. “I have a job! I just work from home!”
“What kind of job do you have?” Jiang Yizhou asked cheerfully as he caught up with the girl pushing her bike slowly.
Realizing there wasn't much he could do, Jiang Yizhou quickly adjusted his mindset.
If rebirth were only about making money and accumulating wealth beyond measure, what would it matter? Once wealth reaches a certain level, it becomes just numbers. Jiang Yizhou believes that even if he is inexperienced now, in twenty years, he will have earned the right to say this!
More importantly, understanding this era—having eyes that can see through the fog of changing times—will allow him to choose and firmly pursue a path that fulfills dreams never realized in his past life.
For example, marrying and having children...
Alright, this is a bit awkward, but Jiang Yizhou was someone who was so insecure in his past life that he lived alone, only communicating with family and colleagues. The person he felt closest to was probably the uncle who sold breakfast near his home.
Being inexplicably pushed into this era, Jiang Yizhou also inexplicably gained confidence, as if someone had pumped him up with an air pump...
"It's just drawing! Let me tell you, my grandfather is amazing; his proud works can sell for over ten thousand dollars. It's a pity he's retired now and doesn't create those masterpieces anymore!" Ding Zhengnan spoke proudly of her grandfather, at least more so than she would about her father.
"So what about you?" Jiang Yizhou immediately pierced through the girl's evasive words. "You’re not just helping your grandfather grind an inkstone and calling it work, right? Hahaha!"
"Of course not! I've learned traditional Chinese painting from my grandfather since I was little. I just help him paint the backgrounds, the less important parts."
Jiang Yizhou understood a bit better now; it was like a manga artist needing several assistants to help draw the comic.
"Then you're really great!" Jiang Yizhou was a rather superficial person; his confidence depended on his future, or in other words, how much money he could make. It was utterly mundane, but still just mundane; he had all the morals one could expect. At least now he wouldn’t face girls feeling timid and awkward.
"And you?" Ding Zhengnan felt a bit awkward asking back, as if they were introducing themselves to each other, but she still maintained a natural demeanor.
Jiang Yizhou calmly rubbed his palm against his body. "I'm just a teacher at a Training Class, not as impressive as you!"
"What does it matter? Most jobs are just to earn money anyway," Ding Zhengnan said while tilting her head and looking around.
It was a pity that her short hair didn't have that flowing feeling.
Jiang Yizhou muttered to himself while staring at the girl's neat short hair.
"You have a point; I can't argue with that!" Jiang Yizhou quickly avoided the girl's gaze as she turned to look at him.
The two of them walked along the road, chatting calmly. Soon they passed by the entrance of Jiang Yizhou's rented Hutong, and he stopped in his tracks.
Ding Zhengnan turned back to look at him. "What's wrong?"
Jiang Yizhou raised one hand and pointed inside, smiling at the girl. "I'm home now. Let's... end our chat here for today. How about we exchange contact information?"
In this day and age, contact information wasn't complicated; mostly addresses. Wealthy families or work contacts might include phone numbers, and if it were more upscale, it would be mobile numbers!
"Just remember my mobile number!" Ding Zhengnan said seriously.
Indeed, he is a wealthy person; I can't compare! Jiang Yizhou searched around but still couldn't find paper and pen. It seems he should keep a pen in the inner pocket of his coat from now on.
After repeating it several times, Jiang Yizhou finally memorized it. "Let me recite it for you. Listen and see if it's correct."
Ding Zhengnan nodded while listening and gave a thumbs up. "Make sure you remember it; don't forget!"
"Yeah, yeah," Jiang Yizhou was still repeating it in his mind, staring ahead while muttering to himself.
"Hey, I won't bother you again in the future, so make sure you remember!" Ding Zhengnan rode off for about ten meters, then suddenly stopped and shouted back at Jiang Yizhou.
"Got it! Don't interrupt me; if you do, I might forget again!" Jiang Yizhou complained in response. What a hassle!
When Jiang Yizhou returned to the yard, he immediately wrote down the girl's phone number in his notebook. After thinking for a moment, he also wrote it on a piece of paper and stuffed it into his jacket pocket. What a troublesome era this is!
"Creek~~"
Jiang Yizhou quickly closed the notebook and looked towards the door in surprise. It was Uncle returning. "Uncle, where have you been? I thought we were robbed! The door wasn't broken, and I had to ask the landlord to find out you were fine!"
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