In my daze, I opened the notebook of memories. How my father took me to the seaside to ride the waves, float in the sea, play with me on the swing, grab my hand, and teach me how to write Chinese characters. Now, all of this would be in the past forever, disappearing from his memories. No one in the world could seal these memories anymore.
My head hurts, it hurts, it's like a thousand awls. The bullet went through my head and destroyed my memory. My mind was filled with a white mist that covered my beautiful desire.
I seemed to feel my soul floating, as if I was swimming aimlessly in the deep sea. I could not find the direction, could not find the way home. But I really want to go back to the past, the time when my father was by my side.
My body shook violently, and my head was dizzy.
"Don't shake me. I'm dizzy. Let me sleep.”I muttered in my dream.
"Miss, you can't sleep anymore. Hurry up and wake up. You've already slept for three days and three nights. If she didn't wake up soon, Master and Madam would be anxious.”Wait a minute, whose voice is this? Why haven't I heard it before? What Master and Madam? Did you capture an injured person like me to put on an act? Was he going to leave after filming so that he wouldn't have to pay?
I struggled to open my eyes. When I opened my eyes, I was dumbfounded. I was lying on the bed in plain clothes, covered with a light yellow bed sheet embroidered with peonies. The bed was made of ancient sandalwood, very similar to the dowry my mother had when she was married. I heard that the bed was modeled after my grandmother's dowry, an antique bed. Why does this one look so similar?
"Miss, that's great. You're finally awake!”I heard a joyful sound in my ear, which stung my eardrums. Isn't this the voice that woke me up? Good, you actually ruined the good times I had with my father. Little guy, just you wait.
I turned around and looked at her angrily, but it really scared me. In front of me was a young girl in her teens. She was wearing an ancient costume and had her hair braided. Looking around, she saw a room that looked like an ancient house. There were bronze mirrors, ancient sandalwood tables and stools, flower vases, and portraits of ladies from the Tang Dynasty. It seemed that she had indeed been captured to film.
"Little girl, who is your director? Since you've captured me to film, be careful that I'll get someone to arrest you for obstructing official business!”I showed her a proud and angry expression." Miss, what are you talking about? I don't understand."”The little girl shook her head. Her red and swollen eyes revealed a trace of grievance, but she still held my hand tightly.
"You don't want to admit it, right?" I pursed my lips and thought about how to deal with her. Wait, how did I faint? I fainted because I was shot in the head. Am I not dead yet? I touched my head, but I couldn't find any wounds.
"Child, you're finally awake!"
Just as I was wondering, I suddenly heard a voice. After the sound, two people appeared. What was that? I widened my eyes and looked at the two of them in disbelief.
Why did these two look so much like their parents?
"Okay, you actually called my parents over to film?”I turned around and glared at this little sister with hatred.
"Miss, what are you talking about? I don't understand.”The little girl looked at me with teary eyes.
Pretending to be ignorant. I've seen all kinds of situations when I was recording the prisoner's statement.
"Child, you're finally awake. I was so worried.”Mom came over and held my hand tightly.
"Mom, Xue 'er made you worry. This is how the police are. One day, I will capture Zhao Jianfeng and take revenge for my father.”I snuggled into my mother's arms and sobbed.
"Silly child, what did you say? You should call me Mother. Your mother is here.”Mom gently stroked my head and patted my back as she said with a smile.
That's right, didn't Daddy already…
Am I dreaming? I pinched my arm hard, but the pain only grew.
"Child, what are you doing? She finally woke up and was torturing herself like this?”Dad looked anxiously at my nonsensical behavior.
Could it be that I really transmigrated? He had seen too much time travel. I never believed that someone had transmigrated, but everything that happened around me made me admit that I had really transmigrated.
God, are you kidding me? I just want to go back to the time when Dad and I were together. Even if it's transmigration, I just want to go back to when I was young. Why does it seem like I've gone to Dad and Mom's previous life? Did it go through his head?
A servant came in, knelt down, and said to his father, no, perhaps he should be called Ama,""Old Master, the Minister is looking for you."
Ama answered and went out.
"Child, Mother will make a cup of ginseng tea to wake you up.”With that, he left.
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