The more things are packed, the more they pack, but the suitcase can't be stuffed, so they can only pick and choose. In this way, I helped my sister pack her things until after eleven o'clock, and my father came to remind us that the mother and son were asleep, and it was over.

I washed up and went straight to sleep.

Half-asleep, I heard the sound of melodious music.

I seemed to be walking, and after a few steps, I stopped, reached out and grabbed something.

"Who?"

Girl's voice.

But not my sister's.

"Express."

"Uh, we shouldn't have anything to collect......"

"503, Ma Guoping, it's your family, right?"

"Oh. Wait, I'll open the door. ”

It was as if my brain had been struck by a lightning bolt, and I came to my senses.

The vision lit up with an open door and a man in a courier uniform.

"Sign for it."

A package was handed over. The tentacles feel a little harder.

Sign, thank you, goodbye, close the door.

"What courier?" Voices came from the kitchen.

"It's Daddy's courier." The girl replied.

It didn't take long for the sound of a key opening the door.

Director Ma's familiar face came into view, but his expression was much softer than usual.

"Why are you standing in the doorway? What did you buy? Director Ma asked as he changed his shoes. The voice is also soft.

"It's your stuff." The girl replied.

"Mine? What's my stuff? Director Ma was surprised.

He should be in a relaxed state now, and his expression is more vivid than when he was in the unit, and there are many more changes.

Handing over the package, he watched curiously as Director Ma opened the plastic bag outside.

A black crust copy appears in view.

I felt the tremor of this body.

"What is this?" Director Ma muttered and walked to the living room with his notebook.

His eyes followed Director Ma, and when he opened his notebook, he heard a surprised sound and a rattling of pages.

"You're back. Who sent you something? A woman came out of the kitchen, wiped her hands, walked towards Director Ma, and raised her eyes to look at me, "Linlin, why are you stunned?" ”

Director Ma also looked at it and replied, "I don't know who it is, and I didn't write my name." He looked down at the shipping message on the plastic bag, "This looks like my college notebook." ”

The woman sighed, "It was sent by your old classmate?" Who is it? ”

"I don't know. I don't know who it is. This note, I guess it's mine. I may have lent it to someone else at the time. Director Ma laughed, looked at me, and then at the woman, "I had good grades at that time, and I was in the top ten in my class." Notes borrowed by a lot of people. ”

"Just blow it. I'm done, you can serve it for me. Linlin, don't stand stupidly, go get the dishes and chopsticks. The woman rolled her eyes and said to Director Ma, "Wash your hands." This kind of courier bag is the dirtiest. ”

"Got it, got it." Director Ma agreed, and put the notebook on the coffee table.

I felt like my brain was muddy, as if something was coming out of the depths of my memory, churning, and smashing my consciousness into pieces.

Uncontrollable, he walked to the coffee table, his hands trembling a little, but he still picked up the notebook.

Small pieces of paper on the cover, blurred handwriting.

The edges are abrasive, with a somewhat rough texture.

After turning the page, the first page is blank, and after that, there is a regular handwriting, densely packed with records.

Turn a few more pages and you'll see the graffiti in the margins.

It was as if my heart had been struck.

It's not my feelings, it's another person's strong emotions.

There is a feeling of "I see", and a little "relieved".

Got it......

In every sense of the word......

"Linlin, let's eat first."

"That's a high math note. I've almost forgotten it all now. I was very good at high school at that time. If you want to study after college, you will know how difficult it is. ”

"Okay, okay, don't blow it to your daughter."

Familiar and somewhat strange people, familiar and somewhat unfamiliar conversations......

My brain was still very confused, it was like dreaming, sometimes knowing who I was, knowing that I was dreaming, and sometimes being involved in it.

"Linlin, what's wrong? Uncomfortable, huh? ”

"You look at your father's notes and cry? What's wrong? ”

The two men surrounded me, looking at me with concern and doubt.

The heart is contracting, contracting to the point of pain.

I felt like I was completely separated from the person I possessed. But her emotions are still coming through.

It's not love, it's not regret, it's a mixed feeling.

I turned to look at the girl.

"What the hell is going on, you kid?" The woman touched the girl's forehead, "What's uncomfortable?" ”

"Nope. It's just, I didn't expect ......," the girl said dryly.

"Your dad went to college and was still a good student, you didn't have to shed tears if you didn't think of it, right?" The woman laughed.

Director Ma seemed to be a little angry, and when he spoke, he said in a helpless tone, "What are you doing?" Isn't it good that your dad is a college student? Shame on you? I'm still a master's degree. ”

"Don't talk about that kind of night school clerkship." The woman said, putting her arm around the girl's shoulders.

"What kind of night school? Is it a regular university? Minkyung University! ”

"It's not a full-time graduate student at Minkyung University. Isn't he a graduate student at some branch of Minkyung University? ”

"That's also a master's degree from Minqing University, okay?"

I watched as the girl lowered her head and said nothing.

Ruan Yuxia......

That's really ......

I don't know what to say. I'm in a similar mood to Ruan Yuxia right now.

This may not be a coincidence, it is an inevitability.

Ruan Yuxia was reincarnated as the daughter of Director Ma. The owner of the notebook she had been looking for was Director Ma. On the day the notebook was delivered to the original owner, Ruan Yuxia also remembered her previous life.

Is this the weirdness that Chen Xiaoqiu felt?

These thoughts of mine were suddenly interrupted.

No, that's not the point!

I dreamed of Ruan Yuxia!

No, no, I dreamed of Director Ma's daughter!

When I think about it, I feel like my heart is skipping a beat.

The object of the dream...... The objects of my dreams are all dead people.

The girl ......

He's dead?

I looked at her in disbelief.

She was taken to the table by her mother, wiped away her tears, and ate without knowing the taste.

Director Ma and his wife seem to have a good relationship and love their daughter.

Ruan Yuxia suddenly remembered her previous life, and probably didn't adapt to it yet.

This scene, no matter how you look at it, is a little warm.

But......

At the end of the meal, Ruan Yuxia went back to the room and lay on the bed in a daze.

"Really...... Ah......" Ruan Yuxia covered her face, "how can this be!" ”

She grumbled slightly.

I could feel that her girlish feelings for Director Ma were gone, and her current mood was the same as when I saw Director Ma, a subtle embarrassment.

She didn't sleep well at night, and when she got up the next day, Director Ma and his wife had already gone to work separately. There are sticky notes on the dining table. They left her porridge in the rice cooker.

Ruan Yuxia finished her breakfast, caught a glimpse of the notebook on the coffee table, and walked over to pick it up.

She could already memorize the contents of the notebook.

Seeing it again, Ruan Yuxia's eyes couldn't help but redden.

She wasn't crying about Chief Ma at this moment, she was crying about herself.

I picked up the thoughts in her head. She thought of her previous life, and thought of her parents in her previous life.

Wiping her tears, she put her notebook down and took out her phone.

She couldn't press her finger for a long time, and struggled for a while before opening the browser and searching for the name "Ruan Yuxia".

Some scattered information popped up on the web page, and there was no information about her.

"What about it......" Ruan Yuxia lowered her eyes, searched for the names of her parents in her previous life, and searched for the address of her hometown. Those are all anonymous things that have not left any records on the Internet.

Ruan Yuxia collapsed on the sofa, slowly slipping, her head resting on the armrest. She rubbed her phone and searched for the information of the ticket, and the destination was her hometown.

However, she didn't stop there. After staring at the web for a long time, she moved her gaze to her notebook, then retracted it, and was stunned for a moment before sitting up from the couch.

She changed her clothes, carried her bag, and left the house.

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