The more I packed the more things, but the suitcase couldn't be stuffed, so I could only pick and choose. After doing this, I kept helping my sister pack my things until after eleven o'clock. My father came over to remind us that the mother and son had to sleep, and it was over.

I finished washing and went to bed.

Half dreaming and half awake, I heard a melodious piece of music.

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

"Who?"

Girl's voice.

But not my sister's.

"express delivery."

"Uh, we probably didn't want to collect things..."

"503, Ma Guoping, is it your family?"

"Oh. Wait, I'll open the door."

My brain seemed to be struck by a thunderbolt and I woke up directly.

The vision lights up, and there are open doors and men in courier uniforms.

"Sign up."

A package was handed over. The tentacles felt a little hard.

Sign, thank you, goodbye, close the door.

"What express?" A voice came from the kitchen.

"It's my father's express delivery." The girl replied.

Not long after, the key opened the door.

Director Ma's familiar face appeared in his vision, but his expression was much softer than usual.

"Why are you standing at the door? What did you buy?" Director Ma asked while changing his shoes. His voice was also very soft.

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

"My? What's mine?" Director Ma was surprised.

His current state should be very relaxed, and his expression is more vivid than when he was in the unit, and there are many changes.

He handed over the package and looked at Director Ma in curiously as he took out the plastic bag outside.

A black hard crust appeared in the field of view.

I felt the trembling of this body.

"What's this?" Director Ma muttered, and walked towards the living room with his laptop.

His eyes followed Director Ma, and when he saw him open his notebook, he heard a surprised sound, and a rushing sound of page turning.

"You are back. Who sent you something?" A woman walked out of the kitchen. While wiping her hands, she walked towards Director Ma, and looked up at me, "Linlin, why are you stunned?"

Director Ma also looked over and replied, "I don't know who it is, and I didn't write my name." He looked down at the sending message on the plastic bag, "This seems to be my laptop in college."

The woman said "ah", "Is it your old classmate sent it? Who?"

"I don't know. I don't know who it is. This note seems to be mine. I might have lent it to someone else at that time." Director Ma laughed, looked at me, and then looked at the woman, "I had good grades at that time, and I was in the top ten in the class. Many people borrowed notes."

"Just blow it. My food is ready, please help me. Linlin, don't stand stupidly, go get the dishes." The woman rolled her eyes and said to Director Ma, "Wash your hands. This kind of express bag is the dirtiest."

"I know, I know." Director Ma agreed and put the notebook on the coffee table.

I felt my brain be in a daze, as if something came out of the depths of my memory, stirring up my consciousness.

Uncontrolled, he walked towards the coffee table, his hands trembled, but he still picked up the notebook.

Small pieces of paper on the cover, blurred handwriting.

The edges are worn and have a rough texture.

After opening it, the first page is blank, and then there are regular and neat handwriting and dense records.

Turn a few more pages and you can see the graffiti on the blank spaces on the edge.

My heart seemed to be hit.

This is not my feeling, but another person’s strong emotions.

I feel like "so that's it" and a little "relieved".

Found...

In various senses...

"Linlin, let's have dinner first."

"That's a high-math note. Now I've almost forgotten it. I was very good at high-math at that time. You have to study it after college, so you know how difficult it is."

"Okay, okay, don't swear to your daughter."

A familiar and somewhat stranger, a familiar and somewhat stranger conversation...

My brain is still very confused, like I am dreaming, sometimes knowing who I am, knowing that I am dreaming, sometimes getting involved.

"Linlin, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"You've read dad's notes and cried? What's wrong?"

The two people surrounded me, staring at me with concern and confusion.

The heart is contracting, and it contracts to pain.

I was shocked and felt completely separated from the person I possessed. But her emotions were still coming.

It’s not love, nor regret, it’s a mixed feeling.

I turned around and looked at the girl.

"What the hell is it, you kid?" the woman touched the girl's forehead, "Where is it uncomfortable?"

"No. Just, I didn't expect..." the girl said dryly.

"Your dad was in college and was still a good student. You didn't expect that you wouldn't have to cry, right?" the woman smiled.

Director Ma seemed a little angry, but when he spoke, he spoke in a helpless tone, "What are you doing? Is your father not good for a college student? I am embarrassed? I am still a master's degree."

"Don't let me tell you about the kind of night school literary recruitment." The woman said, hugging the girl's shoulder.

"What night school? Is it a regular university? Minqing University!"

"Isn't I a full-time graduate student at Minqing University? Isn't I a graduate student at any branch of Minqing University?"

"Is that also a master's degree from Minqing University okay?"

I looked at the girl lowered her head and said nothing.

Ruan Yuxia...

This is really...

I don’t know what to say. My current mood is similar to Ruan Yuxia.

This may not be a coincidence, but an inevitability.

Ruan Yuxia was reincarnated as Director Ma's daughter. The notebook owner 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 Chen Xiaoqiu felt?

These thoughts of mine suddenly broke.

No, this is not the point!

I dreamed of Ruan Yuxia!

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

When I thought of this, I felt a beat of my heart.

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

This girl...

Dead?

I looked at her in disbelief.

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

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

Ruan Yuxia suddenly remembered her previous life and probably wasn't used to it.

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

But……

After the meal, Ruan Yuxia returned to the room and lay blankly on the bed.
To be continued...