This really is a beautiful dream...
After hurting for a while, Ye Fei's consciousness blurred for an instant, and then he woke up in his childhood home.
Sitting in a chair, he looked at the TV remote in his hand, then at the cartoon playing on the television. The boy, not yet ten years old, smiled and shook his head.
His mother was cooking in the kitchen, and his father was repairing his motorcycle in the yard.
He could hear his father complaining that an elderly neighbor had called him over for help on his way home, only for him to crash the motorcycle while giving the man a ride to the back of the village...
His father's complaints drew irritated nagging from his mother, who said his father had no sense.
The elderly neighbor was so old, yet he had actually dared to let the man ride on his motorcycle. Wasn't he afraid that if they fell and those old arms and legs landed the man in the hospital, his son wouldn't care whether he had been roped into helping? He would only say that you had caused his father's fall. Could you afford the compensation?
"Mom, I want potato pancakes, the kind fried until they're crispy!"
Ye Fei shouted toward the kitchen, then continued lounging in his chair, watching the cartoon on the television.
He remembered this time, and this particular incident was very clear in his memory.
It hadn't been like this.
Back then, he had been doing homework at home. Even when his mother was cooking in the kitchen, the television had to be tuned to the drama she liked. Even if she could barely hear it, changing the channel was absolutely forbidden.
And his father hadn't been repairing his motorcycle. He had actually injured the