After the heroine's halo was taken away, I was reborn

With his father gone, the entire Ji family lost its spiritual support.

The mother's heart also left with the father.

She gave up everything and devoted herself to charity in the last few years, helping many children and helping many patients.

But no amount of thanks and smiling faces could heal her dimmed heart. After six years, she also went to another world with her father.

On the day of his mother's funeral, it was raining heavily, and "Ji Siming" didn't let anyone hold an umbrella for him, because he wanted to re-experience the feeling of standing downstairs in the hospital and bathing in the rain when he was nine years old.

He let everyone go, only his sister was by his side.

"Brother, go back." My sister said.

"Ji Siming" was silent for a while, and asked her, "Do you blame me for what happened back then?"

Yes, after so many years, he always wanted to ask, do you blame me for what happened back then?
Blame me for taking you downstairs quietly.

Blame me for hurting you and your father.

Blame me for letting this family cast a shadow for decades, and finally caused this ending.

Ji Sitong said: "Brother, what are you talking about, I have never thought of it like this, father and mother, brothers and sisters, they are too. You are my best brother, now and in the past."

Yeah, no one blamed him, he just kept blaming himself.

That day, "Ji Siming" hugged his sister and cried a lot. He decided to let himself go, he decided to let go.

It's a pity that the sword of fate fell on him again. On that day, Ji Sitong's car had an accident, leaving behind his young son and husband.

That day, "Ji Siming" fainted in the mud, and his heart stopped beating with the accident. If the first aid did not come later, he would have died suddenly due to excessive grief.

"Ji Siming" fainted, he didn't want to wake up, he didn't want to face this world, he hated fate.

I don't know how long it took, Ji Xiaoan said in his ear: "Han Mo attempted suicide, he wanted to leave his and Sitong's son behind, don't be a bad uncle too, wake up, that kid needs you, he is The continuation of Sitong in this world..."

"Ji Siming" finally woke up, and his sister's son finally became his concern.

He asked the lawyer to draw up a guardianship change contract, found Han Mo, and lived in Han's house for half a month.

In the end, Han Mo rejected his proposal to change the guardian and promised not to do stupid things again.

However, Han Mo persisted for eight years, and finally died of depression.

Before Han Mo died, he entrusted his son to "Ji Siming".

That year, "Ji Siming" was already 44 years old.

He is still alone. During the days of losing his father, mother, and sister, he has not cared about his personal problems. He has been working hard to lead the remaining "family" to grow and stabilize their careers.

In this environment where the weak prey on the strong, they have made due contributions to society and the country.

Perhaps, "Ji Siming" was really busy in those years, too busy to care about other things.

Or maybe, he didn't forget Song Yu, the girl who had been living abroad and rarely came back.

This long dream, from a nine-year-old child to the age of [-], Ji Siming felt that enough was enough, really enough, he didn't want to know what happened to that person in the remaining days.

He really doesn't want to.

It's a tragedy, a complete tragedy.

God, let me wake up, if this is your punishment, then it is enough.

At the age of 19, I have already tasted the bitterness of this world, I already know what I should do, I already know how to cherish the present, it has been engraved into my bones.

Enough, enough, really enough.

Ji Siming covered his face, tears streaming from his fingers.

"Uncle, uncle, what's the matter with you?"

Han Yu put down the meat bun and patted Ji Siming's shoulder lightly.

uncle?

Ji Siming looked up blankly, and found that his nephew was looking at him with a concerned and puzzled expression.

"Me? Can you see me?"

When Ji Siming opened his mouth, his voice was very deep and sandy, it was not his own voice, it was "his" voice!
how come……

He looked around, this was Ji's house, he and Han Yu were sitting in the dining room having breakfast, and the housekeeper and maid were standing not far away.

Me, when did I become a "he"!

And, is this a dream or reality?
Ji Siming suddenly stood up from the chair. He was a little excited and surprised, and then looked at Han Mo and laughed.

Whether it is a dream or reality, it is an opportunity to change oneself and make up for mistakes.

It's just, it's too late, too late, many things are irreversible, half of his life has already passed.

Yes, so what if he becomes "he", many things can't go back.

Ji Siming felt uncomfortable again, and sat on a chair to cover his face.

His crying and laughing behavior frightened Han Mo, and the child said to the housekeeper, "Call Dr. Liang."

Dr. Liang is the family doctor of Ji's family and is usually responsible for Ji Siming's mental health problems.

The housekeeper was also in a hurry, and he had to arrange a doctor when he took out his mobile phone.

Ji Siming waved his hand and said, "No, I'm fine."

His business has nothing to do with the psychiatrist.

"Uncle, did you just now?"

Han Yu was still worried. It was obvious that "he" had some psychological problems on weekdays.

Ji Siming touched Han Yu's head with a smile, and asked the young boy, "Are the buns delicious?"

Han Yu: "Huh?"

Something is wrong, something is wrong, uncle is too wrong, he is obviously a serious person, he doesn't care whether the bun is good or not.

Ji Siming smiled at his nephew again. This kid looks like a younger sister, and his confused look is very cute.

"Eat, I'll take you to school later."

He sat at the dining table and ate those exquisite breakfasts.

Now that I'm back, let's make up for as much as I can.

And be quick, he doesn't know when he will go back, try to finish what he wants to do.

After eating, Ji Siming drove Han Yu to school in person, humming pop songs from many years ago on the way. Han Yu had never heard those songs before, so he looked at his uncle with absurd and weird eyes the whole time.

Ji Siming saw the boy's expression in the rearview mirror, and asked with a smile, "Does it sound good?"

"It sounds nice."

To be honest, the tune is not bad, but my uncle's voice is not very beautiful.

Ji Siming hehe, "Go to the Internet and search, and you can find these songs. This is what my uncle would be popular when he was young."

"Uncle, what's the name of the song?"

The two seem to have found a common hobby, and finally they can communicate well.

When approaching school, Han Yu said: "Uncle, I want to listen to the songs you mentioned. Next time, let's go to the old CD store to look for them? I want to play them at home."