i was my mistake

A loud thunder rang out, causing Wan Qing to tremble in fright, and then, the sound of intertwined wind and rain came from outside.

And the mother's hand gradually slipped down, her eyes were closed, and she whispered the last sentence in a soft voice: "Well...live."

"Mom? Mom? Mom!!" Wan Qing yelled out of the door in a panic, "She, she fainted again, hurry up, what's going on? Where's the doctor?"

"Sorry..." The nurse showed an apologetic expression, "She...is gone already."

"Impossible, just now, she was very healthy just now, and she was still talking to me, a lot!" Wan Qing ignored the pain in her arm and grabbed the nurse's arm, "Impossible, she is alive, she is still alive !"

"Just now, it was just a flashback. She...she... please forgive me."

Wan Qing turned her head abruptly, staring blankly at her mother who seemed to be sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed, gritted her teeth, and hammered the snow-white wall hard.

Blood trickled slowly from the scratched skin.

The nurse grabbed her hand nervously: "Don't do this, little sister, you will only hurt yourself and make her... more uneasy!"

"Woo...uh..." Wan Qing's eyes were sore, her whole face twitched uncontrollably, and tears burst out of her eyes uncontrollably.

Covering her face, she squatted slowly on the ground, letting the blood flow mixed with her own tears.

She whimpered, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Even choked and coughed.

The nurse patted her on the back very intimately, and comforted her softly: "It will be better, it will be better, don't be so sad..."

She bit her lips bleeding.

Every word seems to be squeezed out of the teeth.

"Isn't this... at all... nothing... saving...!"

Once again, she still couldn't change anything.

The regrettable thing will happen again.

She can't stop this.

She feels like a waste.

——Although she thought so, she always felt that if she had another chance, something could be changed.

After all, she has too many advantages that others do not have.

But what about this?

She still couldn't change anything.

Nothing changed!

"I live...it's a mistake..."

"Wan Qing! Wan Qing, dad is fine! It's just a bit of a bruise, and then hit his head, it's been bandaged up, the doctor said it will be fine after a while, how is mom?" Regardless of the inability to run and talk in the hospital corridor The loud and loud regulations, Ye Chen galloped from a distance, and the shouting full of enthusiasm represented his joy at this time.

He rushed to Wan Qing's side, but saw her squatting on the ground sobbing.

"What's wrong? Why are you so sad? We... changed the future?"

"...Isn't this nothing changed..." Wan Qing didn't seem to be able to hear his words, she just kept muttering, whimpering and coughing.

"what?"

"Please be sorry, your mother has..."

"She just now?"

"Back to the light."

"She...?" Ye Chen rushed into the operating room in disbelief, and what he saw was his mother's still warm body.

But breathing and heartbeat are gone.

He just stood there quietly for a long time, finally walked out of the operating room, grabbed Wan Qing's arm, and helped her up.

"At least we're not... nothing has changed."

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"Prologue"

Reunion with myself (End)

Stay tuned——

"Volume One"

don't believe in fate

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The story is just beginning, I don't know how you feel, maybe not many people have read it, but I will still stick to it.

At present, it has been decided that 15 chapters will be added after it is put on the shelves, which means a total of [-] words, and there will be double updates after it is put on the shelves (each chapter is [-] words).

In the next volume, Ye Chen will start to transform slowly.

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By the way, this book is indeed a healing story, except for the prologue.

In short, let's move forward together with Ye Chen and Wan Qing.

"Volume [-]" Don't Believe in Fate

1. Tombstone

(One)

It was clearly just the rain in early autumn, but it was icy cold.

The raindrops were like pearls with broken strings, and they kept falling on the old umbrella with a broken corner.

Not far behind the tombstone, there is an adobe house that is so old that it is about to collapse.

This is Ye Chen's grandmother's house.

The name is Grave Head.

Just like the name of the village, many people have left, and only the dead will be sent back and buried next to the old houses.

A thunderbolt streaked across the sky, illuminating the dark world.

But that light was too short-lived.

Ye Chen's father stood quietly in front of the tomb without saying a word.

In fact, he has been in this state for the past few days, neither crazy nor sad, but a kind of numbness that is almost dead.

He can simply take care of himself, but he will not do other superfluous things.

It's like closing your soul in your own world, and you don't want to have more contact with the outside world.

Wan Qing knew that her father's mental state was actually similar to that of a mental illness—in fact, not all mental patients were so noisy.

It was raining heavily, Ye Chen held an umbrella to cover the rain, watched the candle burn slowly, and watched the incense stick gradually shorten.

Time is fast and seems to be slow at this time.

Looking back on the memory of my mother when she was still alive, only fragments remained.

On the way of growing up, how many people will pay attention to their parents?

Everyday life has become 'natural' as it should be.

They are also human beings, and they will have the emotions and sorrows that human beings should have.

Wan Qing stared at the tombstone, the umbrella was blown a little crooked by the wind, the rain fell on her body and wet her shoulders.

She thought of her regrets, her faults, her cowardice, her laziness...

I also thought of my mother whipping her with a hanger when she was angry; I thought of my mother covering her face and crying against the corner when she was sad; I also remembered her smile when she kept herself alive.

She had thought that she would no longer grieve over her mother's death.

After all, she's been through it all.

It should be taken for granted.

But this is not the case.

The healed scar was cut open by the knife again, and the piercing pain was even worse than before.

Memories of old and new are intertwined, becoming a past that cannot be undone even if it happens again.

Her eyes were wide open, but tears flowed down unconsciously.

She remembered that when she saw her mother die for the first time, she didn't cry at all.

——No matter how sad I was at that time, tears seemed to be unable to come out of my eyes.

Perhaps the girl's body was too fragile, or she was affected by some kind of overly strong physiological hormones, in short, these tears could not be stopped.

Fortunately, it was raining, so her tears were not so obvious.

"Mom, goodbye, I'll see you later—if we really don't have time, let's meet at home." Ye Chen watched the candle burn out, and finally said softly to the tombstone.

He turned around and looked at Wan Qing.

The latter gritted his teeth and showed a mocking smile: "Boy, if you are sad, cry, it is even more uncomfortable if you hold it in."

"...I can't cry." Ye Chen blinked his dry eyes and smiled awkwardly.

"Don't be trapped by the nonsense of being a man who bleeds but not tears. Men are human too. It's normal to cry. Cry. The most I can do is laugh at you."

"...then don't cry anymore." Ye Chen's brows relaxed a lot, and he nodded slightly, "...thank you."

Wan Qing turned her head away, looking at the leaves that were knocked down by the autumn rain, at the weeds that were turning yellow, and at that wild flower blooming in the autumn rain...

"Let's go, Dad." Ye Chen patted his father on the shoulder, but the latter stood like a wax figure without any reaction.

"Dad, we're going back..." He patted his father on the back again, "Dad, Dad? You...don't do this...at least you're still alive, why don't you..."

"It's useless to talk to him so much. Sometimes some problems don't depend on personal will." Wan Qing took a deep breath, raised her father's arm, and let him rest on her shoulders like she did when she was a child, "Go Now, Dad, we're going back, go back and watch your TV."

Father didn't speak, but his body was not so stiff. She turned around, slowly opened his legs, and walked down the mountain.

Ye Chen walked at the end, and when the grave was almost invisible, he finally couldn't help turning his head, seeing that the green smoke rising from the rain gradually dissipated, he couldn't help chuckling.

"In another ten or twenty years, I'm afraid this place will really become a big grave...Found Village..."

"Don't be sad." Wan Qing's voice came from the bottom of the mountain, a little indistinct in the rain, "If you don't hurry up, you boy, you won't be able to catch the car!"

"I'm coming!"

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(two)

Even though my grandmother's home is in the province, it was still a long journey in 1996.

They have to go from the village to the county seat, and then take a bus from the county seat to that dilapidated fourth-tier town, and then they can get on the coal-fired train that was supposed to be eliminated in 1988 but is still in service today.

Its biggest advantage is probably that it can open the window to blow air.

However, don't think about how fast it is, the average speed is about sixty yards per hour, or even slower.

After the train arrived in City H, he had to take another bus in the city, make two turns to get to his home, and then walk back.

——Of course you can also take a taxi directly.

But that expensive price, even if it is only once in a while, will make people feel heartache.

Even after this era has passed, Wan Qing still finds it difficult to bear this complicated journey.

On the minibus heading to the county seat, my father was lying at the back of the car—one person occupied two seats.

But right now the car is empty, so no one cares about it.

Ye Chen and Wan Qing sat at the front.