The studio was messy, dark, and filled with the pungent smell of smoke. The only window was open, blocked by a thin figure, and the shadow was long.

Looking at the signed names on the divorce agreement, Jiang Xia was silent for a long time, reluctant to put pen to paper.

"Where do you plan to go after that?"

"I don't know, maybe I'll take a trip first." Lin Yanwan looked at the alley outside the window and said softly, "It's been eight years, I'm a little tired."

"With whom?"

"Alone and my guitar."

Hearing this, the corners of Jiang Xia's eyes twitched slightly. She looked at the guitar placed in the corner and hesitated several times.

After a long time, the silent atmosphere was broken by a soft meow, and his voice slowly sounded in the room.

"It's good to take some time to relax."

Lin Yanwan knelt down and gently touched Taro Yuan's head. The fine hair fell down from his forehead, blocking half of his face.

"I hope you won't belittle yourself or be knocked down by temporary failure. Cheer up. Gold will shine one day. Also, don't smoke anymore. I really hate it."

Jiang Xia swallowed, nodded and said, "Okay."

"It has been eight years since you married me. Have you ever regretted it?"

"Is it useful to say this now?"

Jiang Xia's eyebrows revealed a wry smile.

Yes, it is no longer useful. No matter how beautiful the love was at the beginning, its edges will be smoothed away by day-by-day firewood, rice, oil and salt, and the once-warmth will gradually be replaced by more and more frequent quarrels.

"sorry."

"Jiang Xia, you are not sorry for me. You are just sorry for this family." After a pause, Lin Yanwan gently lifted her ears and sighed, "I'm sorry too."

No one is right or wrong, it's just the seven-year itch.

"I have already divided the property, each person has half."

Jiang Xia sniffed and continued: "I wish you happiness in the future."

"The same to you."

He took a deep breath and slowly wrote his name.

However, just as I was writing this, the room suddenly shook violently.

Earthquake?!

Just as the two people realized what had happened, the old house collapsed.

The ceiling fell, and Jiang Xia subconsciously pounced on Lin Yanwan and pressed her down. Then, her vision went dark and she completely lost consciousness.

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hiss--

It hurts!

"Hey, Lao Jiang, how are you feeling? Are you okay?"

The sound of a basketball hitting the ground could be heard in his ears. Jiang Xia covered her head and opened her eyes with difficulty. Her vision was slightly blurry. What she saw was a basketball court that was once very familiar but had almost been forgotten.

This...isn't a hospital?!

He suddenly came to his senses, divorce, earthquake, collapsed ceiling, and...Lin Yanwan!

Jiang Xia stood up in a panic and looked around nervously. There was no earthquake, no collapsed ruins everywhere, and no rescuers. Instead, there was——

The banner of the 100-day swearing-in ceremony was held on the rostrum not far away. Some energetic athletes were running circles around the playground. On the basketball court were familiar but unfamiliar young faces.

He suddenly froze, and long-standing memories gradually came to mind.

This is high school?

Or was he knocked unconscious by the falling ceiling and was dreaming?

Seeing his good friend's dull look, Wang Ming stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him.

"Lao Jiang, don't scare me! Let's go, let's go to the infirmary, you guys will fight first." Without saying anything, he pulled Jiang Xia towards the infirmary.

"Are you...Wang Ming?"

Looking at the guy with medium height and dark skin in front of her, Jiang Xia's heart was in a mess. She still didn't come back to her senses and was dragged away by him in a daze.

"???" Wang Ming stopped and looked at him.

"Brother, please don't tell me that you were hit by a basketball and lost your memory. I was hit by a basketball too, although it was quite painful. The fat guy in the next class was hit so hard that he lost one of his front teeth last time, but he lost his memory.

Isn’t this kind of thing too mysterious?”

Jiang Xia closed her eyes and ignored her gay friend who was nagging at the side.

A friend he once lost suddenly appears in front of him. Does this mean that he is also dead? Or is it now an image of his life that a person sees before he dies?

"Hey, hold on, don't faint. Is it really that serious?" Wang Ming hurriedly supported him.

Jiang Xia looked up at his slightly green face and suddenly smiled.

"Damn you, I told you a long time ago that you have always been a father-in-law, and you insist on being stubborn with me, saying that you only got tan after going to Sanya."

Hearing this, Wang Ming's face turned even darker.

"Lao Jiang, you're going too far. It's true that I look dark, but when the hell did I go to Sanya?"

"You told me about it during the summer vacation after the college entrance examination," Jiang Xia recalled with a complicated expression.

Wang Ming looked at him as if he were a fool. This guy must have had his brain damaged by a basketball.

"There are still more than three months before the college entrance examination. Did I tell you in your dream?"

Jiang Xia suddenly punched him in the chest with a smile and murmured: "Well, does it feel like such a real dream?"

Wang Ming was knocked back two steps by him, rubbed his chest vigorously and looked at him: "What did you say?"

"Old Wang, try punching me."

"Are you serious?"

Jiang Xia nodded seriously.

"I've never heard of such a mean request."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Ming punched back with great force.

Jiang Xia's eyes were blackened by the punch, and he almost lost his breath.

"Damn it, what a fool, you did it on purpose, right? You did it so darkly!"

He cursed and sat down on the playground, using his hands to help himself breathe.

"Damn you, hold on, do you want more? I promise to serve you until you feel comfortable."

"No, no, let me take it easy first."

Jiang Xia took a deep breath, slowly closed her eyes and carefully sorted out the current information.

If he is still buried under the ruins, all this is just a dream in the deep consciousness, but... it is too real.

It was so real, it was as if he had been reborn.

After a long time, Jiang Xia opened her eyes.

Looking at the eye-catching slogan hanging on the rostrum: Three years of hard work to sharpen a sword, just waiting for the time to win the championship.

This scene is just like it was back then.

"Old Wang, what year is this?" he suddenly asked quietly.

"Are you really fucking stupid? Of course it's 2009! There are three months until the college entrance examination. How about I accompany you to the hospital to have your brain checked?"

call……

Jiang Xia let out a sigh of relief and suddenly hugged Wang Ming hard.

"Old Wang, seeing you alive makes me even happier than not being damn dead."

"???"

Wang Ming pushed him away hard and said speechlessly: "Why do I feel that you are cursing me to death?"

"Ha, I'm serious, Lao Wang, I'm very happy to see you again." Jiang Xia said in a serious tone.

He was stunned for a moment, and he was extremely sure that this guy's brain might be broken.

"You really don't want to go to the hospital?"

Jiang Xia waved her hand: "Okay, I'm fine. You can go back and play basketball by yourself. I... will walk around."

"Well, if something happens, don't hold on for dear life, you know?"

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Seeing his friends turn around and walk towards the court, the young boys and girls showing off their vitality, Jiang Xia clenched her fists and took a deep breath, still unable to suppress her boiling heartbeat.

"2009."

"I'm back."

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Chapter completed!