C2

"Huanhuan!"

"What are you daydreaming about?"

The youth's voice was bright and bright, with a strong penetrating ability. His recognition was high, to the point that Song Qinghuan was still somewhat dazed when she heard this familiar voice again.

Until a pair of hands grabbed her shoulders and shook her head, causing her to directly push back her soul.

The young man in front of him had dyed himself in bright yellow hair. He exuded a youthful aura from within. He wore a ball shirt and had a basketball under his arm. He looked clean, fresh, and handsome.

Song Qinghuan blinked her somewhat sore eyes in disbelief.

The youth bent over and said softly, "Oh my, what's wrong with you, my aunt? What are you crying for? "

Song Qinghuan blankly looked at her surroundings. She could not believe the scene in front of her eyes.

Not long ago, she could still feel the pain of being burned by the fire, and the feeling of having her lungs burst apart after inhaling a large amount of smoke made her suffocate. Just when she thought she was about to drown in this pain, the sea breeze that blew at her caused her to come back to her senses.

Overhead was a glaring hot sun, and a cicada's chirping could be vaguely heard. It was a scorching summer, not an abandoned warehouse that was bursting with fire.

The young man in front of her was a good friend of hers when she was young. The Xi Family and the Song Family were old friends, but after the College Entrance Test, he was suddenly sent out of the country by his family.

It was said that he went abroad to study, but there was no news of him for the next few years. Until he died, Song Qinghuan did not see him again.

As she looked at the youth in the sports coat in front of her, she suddenly remembered that it was the day of all misfortune. Caesar had arranged to play with his classmates, and the number on his clothes was number seven.

She was back.

Back to that summer, before all that bad luck.

Even after so many years had passed, Song Qinghuan still remembered that today, she had gone to a jewelry store to get a custom-made set of jewelry for Song Shuyao's mother.

Today, she would be robbed on her way back, but since there was no camera in the area and she wasn't hurt, no one believed her.

Song Shuyao's mother said that she had stolen the jewelry and sold it. Not only that, but the stolen money was also in her bank account.

Then came the punishment. It was a summer day, and the temperature outside was close to 40 degrees. She stood in the yard and was punished. Finally, she was sent to the hospital in a coma from heat stroke. Everything unfortunate began.

But now it was different. In her previous life, she had fallen countless times and had her wings broken by this mother and daughter. In this life, she had to double her 'return'.

"Caesar."

Song Qinghuan looked at the teenager in front of her as she pleaded: "I'm not feeling very well. Can you please accompany me today to help my mother fetch the things?"

In the next moment, the back of Caesar's slightly hot hand probed her forehead, his touch was completely cold, he even suspected that he was about to be cooked by the sun, but Song Qinghuan's body was shivering, he said: "You can't have suffered heatstroke, right? I'll send you back first. "

Song Qinghuan shook her head and refused: "It's just a little bit uncomfortable. It's okay. You can come back very quickly after taking the things."

Caesar didn't allow her to refuse him, so he walked under the shade of a tree, muttering to himself as he did so: "What is more important than your body? Wouldn't a single phone call from the other party be enough? "

Song Qinghuan lowered her head as the corners of her mouth curled up in a self-deprecating smile.

That's right, she knew what she didn't understand in her previous life even if she had to live again. So it was all planned by them. With the Song Family's status, why would she need to go out and retrieve the custom-made jewelry for Mrs. Song?

How naïve she was to have felt guilty for so many years towards this mother and daughter.

Seeing that Song Qinghuan was silent again, Xi Ze did not say anything more. They had known each other for many years, he had already figured out Song Qinghuan's gentle and weak character.

So, Caesar took out his cell phone and called his driver, and before long, a car drove out of the villa complex.

Xi Ze opened the car door and pushed Song Qinghuan in first. As the door closed, the cold air inside was sufficient to make Xi Ze let out a sigh of relief.

While sending a message to his brothers on his cell phone to tell them that he couldn't go, Caesar mocked himself, "I can still make an appointment with these stinking kids in this damn weather. I have no doubt about my love for basketball."

Song Qinghuan only smiled and did not say anything. She was wearing a pair of white sneakers, a white T-shirt, and a high ponytail. From head to toe, she looked like a young and immature student.

The fat that was wrapped around her body was gone, the cut hair was still there, her left hand was trembling as she stroked her face, her voice was still there, her heart was thundering, the fingers of her right hand on her knee were white to the point that the veins on the back of her hands were bulging.

Over and over again, she silently told herself in her heart that Song Qinghuan, you've come back to life. You'll be able to live a new life in time, and this time you won't be so stupid.

Under the escort of the driver, Song Qinghuan and Xi Ze successfully retrieved the custom-made jewelry set by Xia Ruannan.

Just as the driver was about to leave, Song Qinghuan suddenly ordered the driver to change the route she usually took. Since the young master in the backseat had no objections, the driver naturally had no objections.

When the car reached the fork in the mountain road, a robbery occurred on the sidewalk, and the two robbers got on their motorcycles and quickly escaped from the scene …

There were not many people on the road and the surveillance camera was broken. However, it was a familiar scene to Song Qinghuan.

She saw that the stolen person was dressed in the same outfit as her. Just by looking at the back, she would only think that it was the same person.

"F * ck, they even dare to rob in broad daylight, do you need to be such an arrogant thief?"

Obviously, Xi Ze, who was in the car, also saw what happened. He looked at the girl who was robbed on the street and turned to Song Qinghuan who was beside him and frowned: "Don't go out and find out recently? If you want to go out, remember to tell me, or ask someone to stay with you. "

After thinking for a while, he said in a bad mood, "Tsk, forget it. You don't know anyone except me. Remember? "Don't go out recently."

Song Qinghuan turned her back to Caesar and looked at the sidewalk through the window as she softly said, "En, I will remember it."

Once again, she observed the scene she had experienced in her previous life. However, this time, she was a spectator.