Rebirth: My Childhood Sweetheart Came into My Arms

"Mom, what year and month is it now?"

Zhou Ying paused for a moment, then pointed to the calendar on the wall: "Isn't it there?"

He Ziyu hurriedly ran over and carefully examined the calendar.

July 8, 2012.

That was... seven years ago.

That year, he had just graduated from junior high school and was still the proud young master of the He family. Relying on his parents' doting love, he lived a life where everything was done for him.

That same year, He Ningqiu came to the He family, sowing the seeds of future trouble for him.

Of course, now is not the time to think about those things.

To prove he wasn't dreaming, He Ziyu ran out of the room and wandered around the huge villa.

The room's layout and furniture were from seven years ago; even a small item could evoke a flood of memories. He Ziyu touched and looked around, stopping as he passed the full-length mirror in the living room.

The boy in the mirror had grown tall and thin, his pajamas hanging loosely on his body, yet exuding a lazy handsomeness. Above him was a handsome face with a touch of boyishness, fair and smooth skin, and bright, piercing dark eyes.

Before his disfigurement, He Ziyu was very handsome. Girls often gave him love letters when he walked around school, but at that time he never thought his face was anything special, and even thought it was too delicate.

However, at this moment, He Ziyu felt that the person in the mirror was so handsome that it was outrageous.

Zhou Ying followed behind her son, watching him poke his face and raise his legs high in the air. She thought he had been staying up too late and had damaged his brain, so she quickly said, "Baby, if you're still sleepy, you can sleep a little longer. You can memorize the vocabulary this afternoon."

He Ziyu was in no mood to sleep at this moment. He returned to his room, took out his phone from under his pillow, and found Jiang Chengyu's phone number.

Now that he has been reborn, Jiang Chengyu must also be alive and well. He must contact Jiang Chengyu immediately to put his mind at ease.

To my surprise, the phone was switched off when I called.

He Ziyu frowned and then called Jing Ran, a revolutionary comrade-in-arms with whom he had always had a good relationship in junior and senior high school.

As soon as the call connected, he bombarded him with questions: "Hey, Jingran, why is Jiang Chengyu's phone off?"

Jing Ran looked completely bewildered: "How would I know why he turned off his phone? Besides, you should know better than me why he turned it off, right?"

Everyone at No. 8 Middle School knows that Jiang Chengyu and He Ziyu were childhood friends.

The two have been inseparable since kindergarten, then went to elementary school together, and then to junior high school.

In Jingran's eyes, the two of them were practically inseparable. Even if Jiang Chengyu burped, He Ziyu would know what he had eaten for his last meal.

Now He Ziyu is asking him why Jiang Chengyu turned off his phone... Is this a test of his imagination?

"If you don't know, just say you don't know. Why make such a fuss? I'll go ask someone else."

"Hey, wait a minute..." Jingran called out to him, "Isn't Jiang Chengyu going to America for vacation this holiday? Maybe he's on a plane right now?"

Upon hearing Jingran's words, He Ziyu recalled that there seemed to be such a thing.

During the summer vacation of my third year of junior high school, Jiang Chengyu went to the United States for a trip and brought back some Native American handicrafts for him. They were a pair of little figures. At the time, he laughed at Jiang Chengyu for being childish and buying such a boring thing. He has long forgotten where he put the handicrafts.

He Ziyu said thank you and hung up the phone, then started calling Jiang Chengyu every five minutes.

He couldn't wait to contact Jiang Chengyu; he couldn't wait a moment longer.

After persisting for two whole hours, the other side finally turned on their computer.

"Hey, A-Yu?"

He Ziyu's hands, which were gripping the phone, were already sweaty. Upon hearing the familiar voice, his eyes immediately welled up with tears.