Zhang Yiming felt as if he had fallen into boundless darkness, and there seemed to be a force that kept pulling him, preventing him from struggling out of the darkness.

His body was almost soft, and his eyelids were even heavier, as if he was a thousand pounds. Forget it, since God asked him to end his life in this way, he would admit it!

Zhang Yiming gave up fighting and was dragged into the deepest part of the darkness by that force.

"Xiao Ming, get up and have a meal!"

Zhang Yiming's ears moved, and he turned over with a slight irritation, trying to continue sleeping. Suddenly, he sat up suddenly.

Aren't you dead?

What's going on?

He opened his eyes and looked around. The white slightly yellowed walls were covered with fallen walls in the corners. Two posters were posted on the opposite wall.

The Four Heavenly Kings?

Zhou Huimin?

Zhang Yiming rubbed his eyes, what life has it been?

He lowered his head and saw that he was covered with a quilt covered with a red peony quilt, and blue and white striped bed sheets under it. Although it was a bit old, it was washed very clean, as if there was a hint of soap.

He hasn't smelled this familiar smell for many years.

Zhang Yiming turned his head slowly and screamed when he saw the figure appearing in the mirror.

In the mirror is the face of a young boy, white and thin, with big eyes, but a slight sense of weakness appears on his face.

Although this face is green, Zhang Yiming is very familiar with it, because he often sees this face when he dreams of countless midnight dreams. This face that belongs to his youth.

What's going on? He's already dead in the hospital bed. He can still clearly remember the sudden suffocation of the ventilator pulling from his mouth.

"Xiao Ming, are you feeling uncomfortable again?"

At the door, the curtain of the azalea was lifted open, and an old lady in her fifties with her hair tied in a bun walked in, her face full of worry.

"grandmother."

Zhang Yiming jumped out of the bed in disbelief and hugged the old lady in his arms.

"Big grandson, what's wrong? Are you sick again? Let grandma see it?"

The old lady is Qin Fang, and she is Zhang Yiming's grandmother and the best person in the world to treat Zhang Yiming. However, when Zhang Yiming was 19 years old, Qin Fang died of lung cancer due to overwork. At that time, Zhang Yiming worked outside the city and did not meet Qin Fang for the last time. This incident became a regret that Zhang Yiming would never be able to let go of in his life.

Now, relatives who had passed away decades ago suddenly appeared in front of you, how could Zhang Yiming not be excited?

"Big grandson, what's wrong with you? Don't scare grandma!"

Seeing that his grandson didn't say anything, he just hugged him tightly, and even shivered all over, Qin Fang became very nervous.

Zhang Yiming is her heart and soul, and is more important than herself. During this period, Zhang Yiming got sick and often had a fever. He even fainted when it was serious. He went to several hospitals of all sizes, but no problem was found. Then she rushed from her hometown in the countryside to the county town to take care of her baby grandson.

My grandson was fine just now, but why did he become like this after a night's sleep?

"Grandma, I miss you very much."

Zhang Yiming said softly, as if he was afraid of waking up the dream. At least, Zhang Yiming still thought he was dreaming, but the dream was too real.

"Silly boy, what nonsense is it? Grandma is right next to you. How old is she? She is still acting cute with grandma. Hurry up and go to have a meal!"

Hearing Zhang Yiming's words, Qin Fang's eyes were a little wet, and she felt sorry for this grandson.

Zhang Yiming was originally completely immersed in this dream of losing and regaining. But when he felt the power of Qin Fang pushing him, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Will there be such a real dream in the world?

"Grandma, what day is today?"

"October 19, I'm so confused!"

“October 19, 1993?”

Zhang Yiming guessed the approximate date of the scene that appeared in the dream at this time. He had a strange disease when he was 16 years old. His parents ran around to make money for his illness and had no energy to take care of him. Only the grandmother who was originally in Tongyuan County would come to take care of him.

"Yes, Xiao Ming, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Yiming was completely stupid.

Is this rebirth?

God felt that he had left too many regrets in his previous life, so he gave him this opportunity to make up for it?

"Grandma, where are my parents?"

After confirming that he was indeed reborn, Zhang Yiming quickly calmed down. Since God asked him to be reborn to make up for his regrets, he could not let this opportunity go.

The turning point of his fate was in these few days. He couldn't remember the specific date, but he knew that not long after his grandmother came, his life fell from heaven to hell, or in other words, the life of his closest relative fell into hell.

"They are out, don't worry, eat first, grandma cooked egg noodles for you, and a few pieces of braised pork."

A trace of pain and helplessness flashed in Qin Fang's eyes. Instead of answering Zhang Yiming, he grabbed Zhang Yiming's hand and walked to the dining table.

On the slightly faded round table, there was a large blue-edged sea bowl, full of noodles with oily flowers, and a layer of braised pork was spread on the noodles. The family was already in debt because of his illness, but everyone hid it from him, and even his living standards were not affected at all.

Not to mention a family like the Zhang family, even families with much better conditions than them cannot eat braised pork frequently. Zhang Yiming's eyes were a little sour.

"Grandma, you can eat together!"

"Grandma has finished eating. You can eat it quickly. If you delay for a while, the noodles will become lumpy and not delicious."

How could Zhang Yiming not know that grandma was lying? Grandma was thrifty all her life and gave all the things she saved to her descendants. I am afraid that such noodles would never be eaten until she died.

But Zhang Yiming knew that he could not say anything, so he could only lower his head and ate the noodles bite by bit, but his tears fell silently like water droplets.

"Grandma, I'm full and I'm going to bed and lie down."

Zhang Yiming put down his chopsticks after less than half a bowl.

“Eat some more.”

"I'm really full."

Zhang Yiming lowered his head, not daring to let his grandmother see her eyes, and quickly turned around and entered the room.

After a while, the sound of eating noodles sounded outside the house, but you could feel that the sound was deliberately lowering.

Zhang Yiming lay on the bed, and pictures kept flashing through his head.

Because of his illness, his parents spent all their savings at home and finally borrowed a lot from relatives and friends. Even so, they were not enough. Finally, they found usury through an intermediary and borrowed 5,000 yuan. The 5,000 yuan in 1993 was basically a huge sum. In that era, the monthly salary of ordinary workers was only more than 100 yuan.

Since it was a loan shark, the interest rate was very terrible, and the person who borrowed money was a bastard from Pingcheng. Not long after, because his parents could not pay back the money, the bastard rushed to the house with people. He first threatened and smashed a lot of things, and finally forced his parents to mortgage the house.

Without the house, Zhang Yiming followed his parents and grandmother to rent a small house in the suburbs of less than 40 square meters. It was sores in the winter, so hot that his hands and feet were covered in prickly heat. Especially when he got up in the winter, he had to walk to a public toilet about 100 meters away from home. It was so painful.

However, that's not all. In order to repay the money from the relatives, parents started working day and night. Dad was knocked down by scaffolding on the construction site. Although he successfully saved his life, his lower body was paralyzed and spent the rest of his life in bed.

The pillars of the family collapsed. The mother not only had to continue to make money to make a living, but also had to take care of her paralyzed husband and her frail and sick son. Before she reached middle age, she was already old like an old woman in her sixties or seventies, and there was no place in her body that was completely healthy.

When Zhang Yiming finally had the ability to support and take care of his mother, his mother suffered from cerebral hemorrhage and died in the hospital bed. Only her paralyzed father and Zhang Yiming depended on each other.

Thinking of everything in his previous life, Zhang Yiming's fists were clenched tightly.

Now everything is still too late. He is able to stop the tragedy from happening, and he is able to rewrite his own destiny of his close relatives.

Money, as long as he can earn money to repay usury now, all this will not happen.

But he is only sixteen years old now and has no capital and those connections from his previous life. What should he rely on to make money?

Zhang Yiming kept thinking about it, and he fell asleep again without realizing it.
Chapter completed!