On the way, he kept recalling the scenes from his previous life.
What he can be sure of is that Yan Jinbai was definitely not dead at this time in his previous life.
Of course, many things happening now are out of his control.
For example, in his previous life, he did not know that he was not the real "Xu Tian" until his death, and that Tang Bingyan did not suddenly disappear, and had always been in charge of the Tang family.
But after rebirth, many things have changed.
His rebirth will produce a butterfly effect, which Xu Tian has already prepared for.
But this time, Yan Jinbai's death seemed to be a little off track.
As far as he knew, Yan Jinbai had always been in good health, and he had never heard of any sudden illness in his previous life. How could a healthy middle-aged man die suddenly?
Just as the taxi was about to enter the main road in front of the Yan family's old house, a wild cat suddenly jumped out in front.
"Fuck you!" the driver cursed and had to slam on the brakes.
Xu Tian, who was sitting in the back row, accidentally bumped into the back of the front seat.
"Sir, are you okay?" The driver looked back nervously at Xu Tian, who was sitting in the back seat, "Sorry, a cat suddenly jumped out in front of me."
"It's okay." Xu Tian waved his hand, and the violent impact on his forehead made him a little confused.
However, just as he adjusted his sitting position, he suddenly felt a sharp stabbing pain in his head, as if an invisible needle was piercing his brain directly from his temple.
Xu Tian gritted his teeth and pressed his head against the seat in front of him, trying to relieve the sudden pain.
In a daze, many fragmented memories flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern, but these fragments were too fragmented for him to piece together into a coherent memory.
He saw a little boy standing in a martial arts training field full of wooden stakes, and in the distance there was an old man wearing white clothes and a wrinkled face.
"Grandpa, why don't my parents come to see me?"
The little boy's tone was a little aggrieved and frustrated.
"They can't come to see you." The old man in white looked at the little boy seriously, "You will live with me from now on."
"Why don't they come? Do they not want me?" the little boy continued to ask him.
"They are all dead, and you have no other relatives in this world except me."
"What?"
The little boy was stunned, and after two seconds he burst into tears.
"Grandpa, you are lying. My parents will not die, and neither will my family!"
"Why are you crying? A man can't cry!" When the old man saw the little boy crying, instead of comforting him, he scolded him with a straight face.
"If you let me see you cry again in the future, I will do 5,000 push-ups and run 30 kilometers at a fast pace. You will not be allowed to eat or rest until you finish!"
"The only person you can rely on is yourself. You must grow up quickly. Do you understand?"
"I understand...I understand."
The little boy wiped away his tears and looked at the old man in white with a vague understanding. Then the old man in white took his hand and led him outside the martial arts training ground.
When he walked out of the martial arts training ground and saw the scenery outside, all the scenes came to an abrupt end.
Xu Tian shook his head vigorously. When the stinging pain in his temples gradually disappeared, he leaned against the back of the taxi's back seat as if he was exhausted.
He was sure that those pictures just now were memories from his childhood. The little boy in the pictures looked almost exactly like him when he was a child.
Xu Tian still remembers what the little boy called the old man in white in the picture. The old man in white must be his grandfather.
The style of the martial arts training ground seemed to be very similar to the traditional martial arts training halls of martial arts families in China. The rows of simple buildings outside the martial arts hall should be the traditional ancient buildings in City A where he had been on a business trip before.
In this way, he and his grandfather should both be Chinese and have lived in City A since they were young. Moreover, through the conversation between himself and his grandfather, we can also know that he has no other family members except his grandfather.
Xu Tian sighed in frustration.
Unexpectedly, even the real me has no parents and no other family members except my grandfather.
But the fragments he recalled just now were too limited, and he failed to remember what happened to his parents and family that caused them all to pass away.
Originally, Xu Tian had given up hope in his original memory due to memory transplantation and overwriting, but he did not expect that the taxi driver's sudden braking caused him to accidentally recall sporadic memory fragments belonging to him.
Maybe he didn't think of this before because he had no doubt about Xu Tian's identity. Once he learned the truth, his intense exploration of his true identity would allow him to gradually regain the part of his memory that originally belonged to him.
After all, operations such as memory formatting and transplantation are not recognized by the world's medical community, so there are bound to be many changes in actual operations.
Xu Tian was somewhat hopeful when he learned that his lost memories were likely to be recovered, but he was suddenly told that he had also lost his parents and family. This news made him unable to face it.
Because of Xu Tian's experience and the Xu family's attitude towards him, he longed for a complete family. He originally thought that he might be reunited with his real family in his lifetime, but now he has to accept that he has no other family except his grandfather, and his only
His grandfather's whereabouts were also unknown, and his life or death was uncertain, which made it impossible for him to calm down for a while.
Soon, the taxi arrived at the Yan family's old house. Xu Tian reluctantly suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart, transferred the money to the driver, opened the door and got out of the car.
When he walked to the door, he saw Yan Qingxue, who had also just gotten off the car. Seeing that his face was not good, Yan Qingxue asked with concern: "Xu Tian, are you feeling unwell?"
"No, I didn't sleep well last night." Xu Tian rubbed his eyebrows, braced himself and lowered his voice and said, "Did your godmother call you too?"
"Yes, I woke up early in the morning, but Xu Tian, don't you think this is strange? The Yan family goes for physical examinations on time every year, and my second uncle's health has always been good. How could he suddenly die in
Are you at home?" Yan Qingxue approached Xu Tian's ear mysteriously and said.
"And I heard from my mother that he died in his bed. If it was really a sudden illness, wouldn't anyone in the Yan family find out?"
"Let's go in and take a look first." Xu Tian also felt that this matter was very strange.
As soon as the two of them walked into the Yan family's old house, they could feel the oppressive atmosphere inside. They walked quickly inside and heard a few cries from time to time.
The servant opened the door for them, and as soon as they walked into the living room, they heard Aunt Yan's crying.
"Mom, you should also pay attention to your health. You must not fall down again at this time!" Yan Hongyu held Aunt Yan's arm and comforted her softly.