Chapter 1, Begin

It seems that if one does not speak, it could lead to dire consequences ... ? ... Ai Jia vaguely feels this way, but she truly does not want to speak. There is always a sense that once she begins to speak, she may never be able to escape. It is also possible that if she speaks, the dream will awaken.

... ... Boss! You come! If Jun'er wakes up and still can't let go of that bastard, you should use family discipline to wake up your sister

Ah, he has awakened! A woman's voice exclaimed in surprise, "His eyelids moved, my lord, my lord! Jun'er has woken up!"

Awake, yet afraid to open my eyes. Ai Jia's eyelids tremble violently

Father, I will return to the camp later" A younger male voice firmly declined

At this moment, Ai Jia truly felt that it would be better if she were dead. She fixed her gaze on the insignia on her elder brother's hat, feeling as if she could hardly breathe. A chill swept over her body, and that familiar sensation of dizziness surged back once more. The little person in her heart knelt down and cried out: I want to go home

They finally explored the room of a once-ignored elder like a normal younger generation, pinching their noses and with eyes stinging. The patched-up old pants and clothes still carried the scent of their grandfather. The rare belt and cloth shoes, the layers of limescale in the enamel cup... Their grandfather didn't even drink tea; he only used laundry soap for bathing.

The unique gaze of the elderly, shimmering with a glimmer of light, reflects the outside illumination. His eyes encompass all the street scenes beyond the window, making Ai Jia feel as if he is wholeheartedly observing this world.

This is a nightmare! A male voice declared, and in an instant, it was filled with overwhelming rage, "Someone come! Kill that dog thing!"

Blue sky, white sun, flag

The woman was frightened and cried out: "My lord! What kind of look is that from Jun'er? Jun'er? Don't you recognize your mother? I am your mother! Don't tell me you've gone silly, just call out to me!"

Without a mobile phone and unable to read, my grandfather's eyes, apart from watching the news, are perpetually fascinated by this ever-new society that is incomprehensibly novel to him

Ai Jia did not believe that her century-old grandfather had no family assets. As she rummaged around, she unexpectedly found something.

But the family understands that grandfather's passing was not painful, and he was not necessarily happy during his lifetime

The old master huffed and glared: "I'll beat him to death!" Saying this, he raised his cane

If you can't figure it out, just hit it until you can! Is it worth risking your life for such a despicable thing? Is my daughter's life so worthless?

Grandfather is not a particularly remarkable or wise elder. Even though he has a bright two-bedroom apartment, he stubbornly refuses to move into any of the slightly larger rooms, choosing instead to confine himself to the small room facing north, with a narrow bed, a broken cabinet, and a musty smell. The younger generation has never liked going in there since they can remember, and they truly do not dare to approach this old man who always sits alone on his small bed.

Ai Jia suddenly developed an inexplicable aversion to the adult notion that her grandfather took advantage of the government

She can only pray for this

She fainted again

The old man, stubborn as a stone in a latrine, refuses to eat when invited to join for a meal, instead sitting on a low stool on the balcony to eat his soy sauce mixed vegetables. When asked to go out for an outing, he declines, choosing instead to head out early in the morning with a tattered bag to take the bus. He boards every bus that comes, sitting in circles by the library window, returning for lunch only to continue his outings. In short, he never seems to stop.

Ai Jia blinked, unsure of how to react. The light dimmed again, and the last gap at the foot of the bed was occupied by a tall, ruggedly handsome man. His attire was finally somewhat normal, consisting of a gray-blue military uniform that was a bit baggy and did not accentuate his figure, but at least it had a touch of modern flair! At that moment, this handsome brother also leaned forward to look at her, yet he remained silent, his concern evident.

Generally, those with children tend to prefer having the child sit by the window, but the grandfather did not. He took the seat first and, after paying, completely ignored his granddaughter, simply gazing out the window.

... ... are all important

White sun

Oh, I..." Ai Jia stood up excitedly, wanting to share her treasure-hunting thrill with her mother. However, in the moment she stood up, darkness enveloped her vision, and a wave of dizziness surged over her. She was alarmed; although feeling dizzy upon standing was common, it had never been this overwhelming. This thought flashed through her mind as if she could hear her mother calling her. Yet, before she could sense if anyone was there to support her, she fainted.

Ai Jia truly did not want to wake up, yet her heart was in turmoil. She felt as if she were dreaming and wished to wake up quickly, but feared that this was not a dream, and that upon waking, everything would be amiss. Internally, she was in a battle between her thoughts, wishing she could hit herself with a brick and faint again. Her eyelids trembled uncontrollably, and she was on the verge of opening her eyes.

If he doesn't wake up, just kill him! A furious roar echoed, startling Ai Jia, causing his powerful body to tremble

How could that be the reason? He is clearly too attached... Reluctant to part with it, even for a moment.

Finally, at the moment when her eyelids were about to cramp, she helplessly opened her eyes

Before I had even opened it, I heard someone beside me call out: "Jia Jia, what do you have in your hand?"

You stubbornly refuse to listen to your father, don't you? Is the family more important or that broken camp?

Finished, the dream has not awakened. Ai Jia was once again in a daze, so does that mean she does not recognize it?

A truly bitter person possesses no trace of nobility or depth

"Wait a moment, you all..." she blurted out, startled by her own hoarse voice. Wait, regardless of whether it's hoarse or not, this voice seems off!

Is your sister more important or is that broken camp more important

A middle-aged man approached closely, sporting a neatly trimmed mustache beneath his nose. It was hard to say whether he was handsome or not; he had a square face, large eyes, and a prominent nose, giving him a robust and imposing presence. He was dressed in a black satin jacket with yellow trim and held a cane in his hand, exuding a certain style. At that moment, this stylish uncle was looking at her with a worried expression, saying: "Jun'er? Jun'er? Do you recognize your father?"

Oh dear sir! It is not Jun'er’s fault that things have turned out this way. If you were to kill him like this, what will happen if Jun'er wakes up and cannot find anyone? In a moment of despair, what will he do?

When she saw the wooden bed above her, she knew that the dream had not ended, or...

"I am speaking, I am speaking! Jun'er, do you recognize your mother?"

Even if one does not understand, one should know that this richly colored, smoothly textured mahogany box is quite valuable. Ai Jia's heart raced as she delicately unlocked the box with its exquisite little lock. To her surprise, inside was only a stack of paper, which had evidently been meticulously preserved. Her grandfather had even placed numerous camphor balls around the paper, filling the entire box with a strong aroma. However, the paper was still marked with yellow stains and covered in mold. Unable to resist, Ai Jia set the box aside and took out the paper. The paper had evidently been meticulously preserved, and her grandfather had even placed numerous camphor balls around it, filling the entire box with a strong aroma. However, the paper was still marked with yellow stains and covered in mold. Unable to resist, Ai Jia set the box aside and took out the paper.

A simple redwood box

Oh dear, I want to hit you, but I just can't bring myself to do it

To others, my grandfather truly lived a long life. During the mourning period, he had always been in good health, passing away suddenly only at the very last moment, seemingly without any suffering

"Oh no, he's awake!" A woman's sharp scream prevented a tragic conflict between father and son. A middle-aged woman, still possessing grace, rushed over, her face tear-streaked like a weeping pear blossom. Her hair was neatly combed back into a butterfly-shaped bun, impeccably arranged without a single strand out of place. She wore a long satin coat with a blue base, the style reminiscent of traditional qipaos worn by women during the Republic of China era, strikingly antiquated.

"Jun'er, do you not recognize us anymore? My God, my daughter has been rendered senseless! My lord! What should we do? Jun'er no longer recognizes me!" The woman began to cry again, "You must take charge of this! That despicable thing has harmed our Jun'er!"

That camp is important without hesitation

The streets are bustling with traffic, people come and go, tall buildings stand in rows, and they are arranged in a staggered manner

"Do not rush! Jun'er has just woken up!" The master clearly urged, yet he was also anxious, "Do you remember your father?"

"Father, don't ask anymore. Jun'er is fine; he just hit his head too hard and will take some time to remember anything after waking up. He just needs to rest, and judging by his eyes, he should be alright." This older brother remained calm, wearing a blue-gray cap, and when Ai Jia saw the emblem on that cap, she truly felt unwell.

Hey! We can't even compare to that silly girl, can we! The clattering sound was mixed with the voice of a middle-aged woman blocking the way

Mother, is it my fault for not having studied modern history well

Aijia only felt a splitting headache, both physically and mentally

"What are you shouting about! Don't scare her!" A rough and gruff voice approached quickly, transforming into a gentle tone as it reached the ear, "Jun'er? Daughter? Are you awake?"

Only then did she realize that this paper was not a stack, but rather a single sheet that had become disordered and spread out. It seemed that it had been folded too harshly at first, and the creases tore apart at the slightest touch, causing the neatly folded paper to appear as a stack. From the back, the paper showed signs of age, with faintly visible rows of very neatly written small characters. She nervously rubbed her hands together, worried that it would fall apart as soon as she opened it. After hesitating for a long time, she finally reached for the edge of the paper

After the funeral of my grandfather, the entire family silently sorted through his belongings

Be careful with the back of your head; it must not hit the ground first!

According to the elders, my grandfather takes advantage of the government benefits, as elderly individuals over seventy years old can ride for free. At that time, Ai Jia believed it, but one day, for some unknown reason, she inexplicably followed her grandfather onto the bus. Her grandfather was very happy, smiling to reveal a set of yellowed teeth. Once on the bus, he clumsily handed Ai Jia twenty yuan as pocket money, then felt awkward for a while before turning to look out the window, gazing outside the entire way.

And now, the person has passed away, and all things return to the earth

She must have been hearing things; even if the past Mary Sue syndrome left some aftereffects, she never fantasized that her father was a lord... At the very least, he was a king or something like that

It is not that women are frightening, but Ai Jia was indeed stunned, her entire body tense, staring at the woman as if she had seen a ghost