He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Shen Ruoqing arrived in the afternoon.

She was even more outrageous than Yun Jingran.

She hadn't even put on makeup when she came in, and her eyes were red. As soon as she saw Yun Jin, she asked, "Where's my little brother?"

Yun Jin pointed upstairs.

Shen Ruoqing kicked off her high heels, ran upstairs barefoot, pushed open the door, and saw Yun Yi lying on the bed taking a nap.

She stood at the doorway, looking at the small figure wrapped in the blanket, her lips trembling a few times, but she didn't say a word.

Then she walked over gently, sat down by the bed, and reached out to touch Yun Yi's forehead.

Yun Yi opened his eyes.

"mom."

Did I wake you up?

"no."

Shen Ruoqing's tears finally fell.

She bent down and buried her face in Yunyi's neck, her shoulders heaving as she cried, her sobs restrained and barely audible.

But Yunyi could feel her tears, falling drop by drop onto his neck, warm.

Yun Yi hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently patted his mother's back.

"Mom, it's alright now."

Shen Ruoqing cried even harder.

That evening's dinner was the most complete family gathering the Yun family had had in recent years.

Yun Jingran, Shen Ruoqing, Yun Jin, Yun Yao, Yun Yi.

Five people sat at the long table that could seat twenty people.

On the table were a few home-style dishes that the chef had prepared on the spot. They weren't any delicacies, but they were steaming hot and looked comforting.

Yun Yao was unaware of what had happened; all she knew was that her parents had returned, and she kept talking excitedly.

"Dad, look at my drawing!"

"Mom, I got a little red flower at kindergarten today!"

"Sister, eat this, it's delicious!"

Yun Jingran and Shen Ruoqing laughed, praised, and ate in unison.

But the shock and fear of surviving a disaster in his eyes were impossible to hide.

Yun Yi ate his meal quietly without saying a word.

After dinner, Yun Jingran called Yun Yi to the study.

The study is large, with three walls lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves filled with all sorts of books—economics, management, history, biographies, and occasionally a few novels.

Yun Jingran sat behind the desk and gestured for Yun Yi to sit down in the chair opposite him.

"Xiao Yi".

"Um."

Do you know what happened last night?

Yunyi looked into his father's eyes.

There was weariness and lingering fear in his eyes, but more than anything, there was something complex and hesitant—he didn't know how to talk to a six-year-old about nuclear weapons.

"Know."

Yunyi said, "Nuclear bomb."

Yun Jingran was stunned for a moment.

Then he gave a wry smile.

"You know more than I thought."

He paused, as if organizing his thoughts, unsure how to begin.

I want to say some comforting words and protect my family.

But the thought of it being a nuclear bomb made him unable to say anything.

"dad."

Yun Yi interrupted him.

Yun Jingran stopped.

"Need not."

Yunyi said, "There won't be a next time."

Looking into his son's clear black eyes, Yun Jingran suddenly felt a special sense of peace, for some reason.

Just like... just like the look in his eyes when his son played Xi Sheng Yuan Tong.

Although he knew his son was trying to comfort him, Yun Jingran still nodded.

"it is good."

He ultimately only uttered one word.

He didn't know what to say.

……

Time flies.

Seven years old, eight years old, nine years old.

Three years passed uneventfully.

The tension brought about by that "nuclear crisis" has gradually faded with time, becoming a vague imprint in people's memories.

Yunyi's life returned to a certain superficial peace.

Going to school during the day—yes, going to school.

Yun Jingran insisted that he go to school, reasoning that "you need to interact with people your own age."

Yunyi was speechless at this reason.

However, upon simple reflection: going to school doesn't affect research, and you can review it in your mind.

Let's just treat it as a chance to relive the warmth of going to school.

School life was uneventful.

His classmates all knew that he was "Yun Yi, the actor who played Xi Sheng Yuan Tong," but children's enthusiasm comes and goes quickly. After the novelty wore off, he was just an ordinary classmate.

Occasionally, someone would come up and ask, "Are you still acting?" He would say, "No, I'm not anymore," and the person would just say "Oh" and run off without asking any further questions.

The teachers treated him very politely, not because he had acted in movies, but because he had good grades.

It's so good it's almost unbelievable.

She always gets full marks in math exams, writes Chinese compositions more skillfully than older students, speaks English fluently like a native speaker, and her science lab reports are often used as model examples by the teacher.

The homeroom teacher privately told Yun Jingran, "Shouldn't your child skip a grade? With his abilities, he could easily go to high school now."

Yun Jingran said, "No need, just let him proceed step by step."

Yun Yi had no objection to this.

Whether he skips a grade or not makes no difference to him.

Whether he learns knowledge or not makes no difference to him.

He had already mastered those course contents when he was two years old.

But Yun Jin's transformation was even greater than Yun Yi had anticipated.

Yun Jin is already in her third year of junior high school.

The fifteen-year-old girl had grown taller and taller than her peers by half a head. Her ponytail was tied high, and she wore her school uniform neatly. She exuded an aura of unapproachability as she walked around the campus.

Their performance was only considered above average before, but in the last two years they have risen to first place, and it is the undisputed number one.

The main reason is simple: Yunyi gave his sister some "brain-boosting" medicine.

The effect was also very obvious.

The teacher spoke with her: "Yunjin, you've made great progress lately. Do you have any secrets?"

Yun Jin thought for a moment and said, "There's no secret, I just suddenly wanted to learn."

The teacher believed it.

Yunyi didn't believe it.

Because Yun Jin would always come to him after each exam and ask for those "vitamins" to drink again.

Yun Yi was helpless, but there was nothing he could do—he had to spoil her.

Then continue doing your own thing.

Yun Yao is thirteen years old.

She's still that little girl who loves to act cute, loves sweets, and loves to climb into Yunyi's bed.

However, her personality is completely different from her sister's (Yun Jin) extrovertedness. She is very introverted – except for talking well with her younger brother and sister, she rarely speaks more than two words to other people.

She doesn't remember much about that night.

It wasn't that Yunyi did anything wrong, but rather that children's brains have a self-protection mechanism that automatically blurs overly stimulating memories.

All Yun Yao remembers is that she slept soundly that night and dreamed of many warm lights, as comfortable as soaking in warm water.

"Little brother, I dreamt about you that night."

Once, Yun Yao lay on Yun Yi's bed, swinging her toes back and forth, with a lollipop in her mouth, and mumbled something indistinctly.

What did you dream about me about?

I dreamt that you were glowing, golden, and so beautiful.

Yun Yi looked at her.

"and then?"

"Then you flew away, and I chased after you, but I couldn't catch up."

Yun Yao pouted, "You didn't even wait for me."

Yun Yi reached out and ruffled her hair.

"I'll wait for you next time."

"It's a promise."

"It's settled."

Yun Yao was satisfied and continued to swing her toes while eating the lollipop.

After comforting him, Yun Yi sighed softly.

Even though I'm the youngest in the family, why do I feel like I'm the one taking care of others?

……

Autumn when I was nine years old.

When Shen Ruoqing called, Yun Yi was in the underground laboratory conducting stability tests on the sixth-generation gene drug.

"Xiao Yi, do you still remember Director Chen?"

Yun Yi paused for a moment.

Director Chen.

The director of "Xi Sheng Yuan Tong".

"Remember."

"He has a new project and wants to talk to you about it."

"What project?"

"It's hard to explain over the phone. He'll come to our house tomorrow, so you can talk to him in person."

"……good."