How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

Or perhaps, this diary is actually a mysterious tool created by Hei Yang, designed to turn whoever opens it into his puppet. When Hei Yang tells her to pour water, she has to pour water; when he tells her to massage her back, she has to massage her back...

"hiss……"

Hongli gasped, the imagined scene too cruel to bear, making her tremble uncontrollably: "I never imagined Heiyang could be so ruthless, wanting me to become his obedient little maid? How terrifying!"

……

"Da Ma, you look great! It seems like this place really is a conscientious business. Let's go, register first, and then head to the new place."

At this moment, the innocent Hei Yang was unaware that Mou Li was outwitting thin air and had already imagined him as a heinous villain in his mind.

……

"Huff...huff...calm down..."

Hongli calmed herself down and carefully examined the thick book placed on the other side of the bed, her heart filled with vigilance.

"Although, but..."

If you open it, you might get tricked!

As long as I don't touch it and suppress my curiosity, I'll be invincible...

"To hell with the invincible position!"

Hongli rushed over and hugged the thick book back to her arms, her face filled with impulsiveness.

"Never mind, let me die if I want. I've been craving you for so many years, there's no reason for me to give up!"

"Waaaah, damn it! I'm completely under your thumb, Black Sun!"

Hong Li showed a struggle on her face, but in the end she could not resist the temptation. She took a deep breath and suddenly opened Hei Yang's diary!

The first page inside the cover.

[Recorded time: Year 560 of the Water Calendar; Recorder: Hei Yang.]

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!"

Hongli's eyes widened in disbelief: "I got the real thing! Am I dreaming?!"

Instantly, Hongli felt the diary in her hand become heavy, as if it were shining with golden light, so bright that she subconsciously blinked to make sure she wasn't seeing things!

Doubt, surprise, excitement, curiosity, anticipation...

Hongli felt that at this moment, she was as childish as a little girl who had just received her favorite toy, although she was usually quite childish... but she...

"Oh, never mind that. Let me see if Hei Yang is hiding any secrets from me, hehe, preferably some embarrassing history!"

Hongli made a funny face: "Little Black Sun, I'm coming in—"

However, to be honest, the time recorded by Hei Yang is a bit strange. If it's the 560th year of the Water Era, isn't that the year they were born?

Back then, Hei Yang and she were both less than a year old, and he would already be keeping a diary there?

It's clear that the handwriting is still crooked and messy, probably because the child is too young to hold the pen properly.

To be honest, she never saw Hei Yang crawling on the ground when he was one or two years old, which was a bit of a pity.

Filled with doubt, Hongli turned to the next page, which should be the first diary entry recorded by Heiyang.

[It's been three months, and the person who died can still come back to life; it's truly astonishing.]

However, to be honest, I guess this is more like reincarnation than rebirth. Are the past things just memories forever...?

I feel like crying. My parents must be so heartbroken. I want to go back, I want to go home. Everything here is so unfamiliar. I don't know anyone here. I want to cry... Oh, so I've already started crying...

Hongli: "Huh?"

Hongli realized something was wrong, and her curiosity was skyrocketing.

Why don't I find it strange at all that this world uses this kind of script...?

So, wouldn't it be strange for people here to find a baby like me, who's only a few days old and can already understand and communicate? Would they think I'm a monster?

Yes, there are monsters in this world. I overheard the adults discussing myths about flying and escaping, but they said those weren't myths...

[I'm sad, I miss home. I guess I still can't adapt to this world. I don't belong here. I feel like an outsider. I want to cry...]

If there are monsters, then there must be gods too, right? Could that old lady who fed me soup be the legendary Meng Po?

[Um, it tasted awful, so I threw it up without even realizing it. I hope she won't be angry?]

Have my parents in this life finally succumbed to their curiosity and begun to explore my thoughts?

Sure enough, it's strange that a baby would sometimes say things like a grown-up and ask for a pen and notebook.

Perhaps I won't have the chance to continue recording this, since my strange behavior might make my parents uncomfortable.

My parents are always right, even if I think they're wrong, I still have to listen to them. That's a lesson I learned from my past life.

I've made up my mind. If my parents insist on reading my diary, I will burn it before they do.

If they knew that before I became their son, I was the son of another couple, they would definitely be very opposed to it.

"If that happens, they'll definitely kick me out of the house, and then death will be all I'll face..."

"This person..."

Hongli frowned deeply and couldn't help but say, "What a negative feeling! Is this Black Sun?"

To be honest, the thought of a baby who might just be a year old constantly using words like "rejection" and "death" made Hongli's heart tremble and feel uncomfortable.

Well, to put it simply...

It's as if when he first came into the world, he saw not color, but all black and white?

I clutched my diary tightly, looking at my birth parents in this life with wary eyes.

But when faced with my two faces, there was no hostility, only sorrow and grief.

Am I being really unreasonable...?

A newborn child should be at the age where they are most attached to their parents, but I am...

They must be very sad, and they might even hate this naturally bad kid.

I feel so helpless. I'm not a child anymore, I'm already sixteen years old, so why have I suddenly become so fragile?

But in this unfamiliar environment, with no one to rely on, both physically and mentally, I think of my parents from a past life. Although they were strict, at least I could depend on them...

Until... Dad slowly picked me up. I tried to struggle, but he called my name and gently patted my back, an instinctive action humans use to soothe their young.

Mom's eyes were a little red, and she seemed a bit lost. She kept repeating, "Don't be afraid, Mom and Dad are here." It was her first time being a mother, and she must have been scared in this situation too.

My father held me with one arm and pulled my mother into his arms with the other. My mother leaned against my father and looked at me tenderly.

Tell them, tell them everything, I suddenly had an urge to let them know the whole truth.

Even if I was kicked out of the house afterward, I accepted it. My parents are very good parents, and they shouldn't have to suffer because of me.

They shouldn't feel guilty at all, because I'm the one who should feel guilty. It's me who couldn't accept their passionate love, and it's me who can't get over the past.

So, I finally made up my mind and spoke up...

Hongli read the diary intently, and as the story unfolded, she was transported back to that day, back to that warm house.

She saw the family of three embracing each other tightly.

"Dad, mom..."

"Yes, child, Mom and Dad are here, don't be afraid!"

"But……"

The young Black Sun spoke sadly, "If I weren't your child, would you still treat me this well?"

Hei Muguang said gently, "No, you are our child. You are flesh of your mother's flesh, and your father's blood flows in your veins. No one can change that!"

Qing Yiyi didn't say anything, but kept stroking her son's back, her eyes overflowing with love.

Xiao Heiyang's eyes were red, and he pushed the notebook, which was quite large for him, with his little hands: "Mom and Dad, you can look at it. I want you to see it."

No, I don't need children.

Qing Yiyi smiled and put the notebook back into Xiao Heiyang's arms: "Mom and Dad never thought of looking at your little notebook, so you don't need to be afraid of Mom and Dad at all..."

"for……"

Xiao Heiyang looked puzzled.

"Because my baby will be unhappy."

Qing Yiyi pressed her cheek against her son's little face and rubbed it against him, smiling as she said, "If you're not happy, baby, we won't do it. Mommy just wants to spoil you!"

"My parents in this life seem a little different from my parents in my previous life?" That was my thought at the time.

I felt as if the ice in my heart had melted away. My parents' warm embrace made me feel safe and secure in this world for the first time.

Mutual understanding, adaptation, care, and deep love—perhaps that's what family is.

[This is twelve-year-old Hei Yang. That's right, I've traveled through time to go on a police mission. My mom lied to me back then. Every day when she woke me up, she never cared whether I was happy or not. Waaah, even though I know it's for my own good, I really don't want to get up in the morning. Waaah...]

"Pfft!"

Hongli couldn't help but laugh out loud: "What a childish brat, you idiot Heiyang!"

(End of this chapter)