Wake up in a daze of drowsy, swollen, and splitting headache. Wang Ye stroked his forehead with one hand and supported the floor with the other hand, slowly opening his eyes.

This is...what?...

What's wrong with me?

A sense of weakness lingers in my heart, like deep fatigue that I haven't slept all night for three days and three nights.

My mind was in chaos. After Wang Ye's consciousness became a little clearer, he began to recall the memories of last night...

The daily routine last night was normal, and I didn’t have all night.

I copied some words, played games, and watched the Japanese version.

I really didn’t have all night long, I remember to turn off the phone and charge it to sleep at 3 a.m.

Yes, it wasn't until 6 o'clock to go to bed, which wasn't all night.

Yes, this is Wang Ye’s daily life.

Every day, I pretend to work hard, and finally sleep in powerlessness, day after day, year after year.

According to the usual sleeping biological clock, Wang Ye should sleep until he wakes up naturally from around 10:30 to 12:30 the next morning, ensuring sufficient 6 to 7 hours of sleep.

But I feel so uncomfortable now, isn't I sleeping well?

Wang Ye subconsciously wanted to explore the phone in front of the bed to see the time.

Hum? Where is my phone?

No? Why can't it be?

Wang Ye was panicked.

As a middle-aged man who is over 30 years old, he is a freelancer who lives in novels, games and animations by relying on professional online writing and is waiting to die. He spends at least 16 hours a day in novels, games and animations, Wang Ye never leaves his mobile phone.

Even if the phone is not left more than 1 meter away from him while sleeping, the phone will be placed on the head of the bed and charged, and the micro-radiation of the phone when charging is not concerned.

Did you fall off the bed?

No, no! It's winter now, and it snowed last night. If I fell off the bed and had no quilt, I should have become a dead dog...

But now, I am not cold, I just feel thirsty and exhausted.

What's wrong with me?

Wang Ye finally stood up, his body instinctively and familiarly walked to the wall, and naturally turned on the light switch on the wall of the room.

Slap, the 15-watt dim tile bulb lighted up, illuminating the room. Wang Ye stared at everything around him and was stunned.

This familiar and unfamiliar room!

The walls of this room are grayish-white cement, and have not been decorated. The roof of the room is hung with old gasket light bulbs that have been eliminated for seven or eight years. The dim light shines on everything with a light yellow halo.

A room of about twenty square meters in square shape, a single bed more than one meter wide leaning against the window, covered with old mats, old desks, no computers, no electric fans, simple and simple rooms, the roof is not flat, but a roof made of step-like bricks and tiles. This is a commonly used house in the countryside, also called tile houses.

I remember that more than ten years ago, I had three tiled houses when my family had not built three bungalows. I lived in this tiled house at that time. I didn’t move out after I went to high school a few years later after I built a new bungalow.

This is the old house at home.

How could I be here? I remember that this tiled house was already used as a warehouse with old furniture and debris, and it was already dirty and messy.

But now...

Could it be that I was reborn and returned to the past...?

A thought exploded in my mind. Before the thought could spread, Wang Ye finally swept out of the corner of his eyes and saw a pool of dark blood under him, and a strange pattern was found in the pool of blood.

It was a circular pattern similar to a mysterious sacrifice array outlined with blood. The outlined is an eye without eyelids and only eyes. There are three whites around the eyes. At this time, a pool of blood was dripping between the whites.

And the source of these blood... was his right arm, and not far away, a blood-stained scissors were placed aside.

This, this is...

Suddenly, Wang Ye's body shook, and he retreated powerlessly, lay on the bed behind him, his eyes slightly turned, and he saw a row of black brushes written in ink on the gray-white cement wall on the grayish-white cement wall - 'This is my room, Wang Ye'.

That was his handwriting, which was written on the wall with a brush when he was in the sixth grade of elementary school.

The characters are not only ugly, but also of different sizes, like a dog crawling. Such a "unique" handwriting was indeed written by him.

The memories of the past flashed in my mind, and that's right, this is indeed the old house he lived in more than ten years ago.

Wang Ye looked out the window with his eyes, and his skin felt the temperature in his body. It was not winter, but hot summer.

Extend your intact left hand and put it in front of you, thin and slender, this is the young man's arm.

Wang Ye saw textbooks piled up randomly on the desk not far away. Under the dim light, he could still clearly see words such as "English in the third grade of junior high school", "Physics in the third grade of junior high school", and "Mathematics in the third grade of junior high school".

I actually see so far? So clearly?

When did my eyesight be so good?

Uh?...I don't wear glasses.

Wang Ye touched the tip of his nose and rubbed his eyes, and found that there was no familiar glasses frame on the bridge of his nose.

By gathering, summarizing, summarizing this information, and combining the information around this familiar room, Wang Ye came to a conclusion.

"I am reborn?... the third year of junior high school... this year, I was 16 years old."

Wang Ye still remembered that his vision was very good in middle school. His vision decline was because he became addicted to online games and novels after going to high school. He always went online all night, or hid in the quilt and flicked to read novels at night. After this for a long time, his vision dropped sharply and became myopia.

After accepting the message that he might be reborn, Wang Ye's doubts arose and looked down at the bloody pattern under him.

"I remember when I was 16, I did hurt myself like this."

"The reason is ridiculous and I have forgotten it, but I know very well that I have never painted such a weird pattern with my own blood."

He raised his right arm and looked at the wound on it. The location of three blood marks of varying lengths, Wang Ye fell into a trace of memories.

That’s right. The location of these three blood marks was the location of the scar that had been with me for more than ten years. It was exactly the same and would not be wrong. I was indeed reborn and reborn to the day when I was a teenager.

That should have happened more than ten years ago.

A quarrel with my parents, plus the pressure of the upcoming high school entrance examination, and many external things piled up, which caused me to lose control of my emotions for a while. The more I thought about it in this house, the more I couldn't think about it, I picked up scissors and hurt myself, leaving a mark on my arms that would mark my life.

"When I was a teenager, I was sensitive and fragile, withdrawn and inferior, weak and powerless..."

"After many years, I have less fragility, less inferiority, less weakness..."

"But he is still sensitive, still withdrawn, still powerless."

Wang Ye shook his head fiercely and shook away his distracting thoughts. Now is not the time to be sad about spring and autumn.

If I am really reborn, many regrets can be made up for, many mistakes I have made can be avoided, and I will never do anything that will make my parents sad.

But, what exactly is this pattern? I have never painted such a picture with my own blood, I have never even seen it, and the pattern looks too cunning.

Wang Ye instinctively felt that the pattern was weird and dangerous, so he stretched out his hand to apply it to the blood on the ground.

As soon as I finished this, a gentle footstep came, and I soon came to the door and pushed open the door.

"Ono, why haven't you sleep so late? Are you reviewing and reading novels? You are going to take the high school entrance exam in two days, you..."

A crack in the room opened, and through the light in the room, he saw his mother Feng Lan's face.

It was a simple face of thirty-six or seven years old, dressed simply, with long hair hanging beside her shoulders, a little bitter at the corners of her eyes, and a slightly sad face appeared under the light, with a soft voice with a little blame and concern.

Wang Ye raised his head slightly and looked at the person who came in. No, his mother is not old at all now. She is nearly twenty years younger, her mother with white hair, her mother with long hair, her mother with crow's feet at the corner of her eyes, and her mother with scars after falling and falling on her forehead...

My heart trembled, and Wang Ye burst into tears.
Chapter completed!