"Hello?"

Xi Ze picks up the phone. A few seconds later, Song Qinghuan sees Xi Ze is answering the phone with a frown, "I know. I'll go."

Seeing him hang up, Song Qinghuan says, "If you have something urgent to deal with, go ahead. I'll take a taxi back later."

Xi Ze holds his mobile phone. He has his doubts about leaving Song Qinghuan here alone.

"The phone is from Fang Haoyang." Xi Ze looks at Song Qinghuan and says.

Song Qinghuan blinks her eyes. For Xi Ze, it is only two weeks after they graduated from high school. But for her, it happened in her previous life. She really forgets who Fang Haoyang is.

"You can't remember anything except the music." Says Xi Ze, in a somewhat helpless tone. "He is the tall basketball player who often plays basketball with me."

"Oh" Song Qinghuan pretends that she remembers it, but actually not. After all, it is a long time ago.

"I accompanied you to pick up the jewelry for your mom that day when I had an appointment with Fang Haoyang and a group of others to play basketball. Later, I didn't go there and I didn't even know what happened. Furthermore, they fought with each other and someone was injured and got down to I.C.U. “

Song Qinghuan's body suddenly becomes stiff. In her previous life, Xi Ze went out to play basketball and never came back. But she did not know what happened to Xi Ze on the basketball court at that time.

Later, from Song Shuyao’s slipping of tongue, she knew that Xi Ze had hurt a person on the basketball court that day and the person died later.

At that time, Song Shuyao laughed at her, saying that she had no one to depend on because Xi Ze was send abroad secretly by his family only after the case.

But when Song Qinghuan was reborn that day, the fate of Xi Ze changes, too. It was like the butterfly effect.

"The victim's parents are making trouble in the hospital now. I'm going to the hospital. What about coming with me and then I'll send you home." Says Si Ze in a negotiable tone.

Making associations with what happened in her previous life, Song Qinghuan says “Okay” without hesitation.

Xi Ze's driver has already come with the car. After getting on, Xi Ze directly asks the driver to go to his grandfather's private hospital.

When Song Qinghuan comes back from the hospital, the family is very busy and they are all there.

Song Qinghuan politely says hello. When she stands at the porch to change shoes, she picks up a call from Xi Ze. Looking at the Song family in the living room, Song Qinghuan presses her phone hands-free because of the inconvenience of changing shoes.

On the other end of the phone comes a voice from Xi Ze excitedly: "Huanhuan! You make it!"

Song Qinghuan quietly glances at Song Shuyao who is staring at her and says, "What? Has the result of the college entrance examination come out?”

There are two candidates in the Song family. So the whole family stop talking and look at Song Qinghuan.

"Yes, my father asks others a favour to check it in advance," Xi Ze says with a smile. "You are admitted to Xinghan Conservatory of Music. You are an excellent A student."

Xinghan Conservatory of Music is a famous first-class institute in China. It is known as the cradle of musicians. Song Shuyao, in her previous life, took her place and entered the institute.

So, in the quiet living room, the Song family hear this sentence from Xi Ze.

Song Qinghuan changes her shoes and enters the house. After hanging up the phone, Song Mingxiu, the oldest son of Song family, puts aside his mobile phone and says to everyone, "I asked someone to check the result too, and Huanhuan is admitted to Xinghan. Congratulations."

Grandma Song immediately waves to Song Qinghuan who sits down beside the old lady then. The old lady pets her head and admires with laugh, "My Huanhuan is excellent." Then she changes the subject to Yaoyao and asks: "What about you, Yaoyao?"

Song Shuyao, who is eating fruit, is frozen. No one knows her better than herself.

Although she and Song Qinghuan learn from the same teachers from childhood to university, her focus is not at all on learning.

Song Mingxiu, 22 years old, is four years older than Song Qinghuan and Song Shuyao. He began his internship in Song Company in his sophomore year. After graduation, he was directly hired by Song Group and is the general manager now.

He glances at Song Shuyao and says in a colder voice, "The total score is only 269." The underlying meaning is that she fails.

There is a great gap between her and Song Qinghuan. What a shame!

"Bang!"

The old lady pats the table angrily. And Song Shuyao looks at her mother for help. When she finds her mom is sullen, she says, "I am wrong."

"Now you know you are wrong. What did you do earlier?" The old lady says angrily, "Numerous teachers have been invited to teach you at home from childhood to university, while the results are completely different!"

Song Shuyao clenches her fist tightly on her sides. No matter what she did, she would be compared with Song Qinghuan. Every time, they highly praise Song Qinghuan and scold her sternly.

Song Qinghuan looks down silently. The reason why Xi Ze called is that she hinted him on her way back.

Water rushes. Song Qinghuan stands in front of the sink in her bedroom. She takes cold water to wash her face.

Looking up again, she looks at herself in the mirror and points her belly to the mirror. The girl in the mirror has a small delicate oval face, but presents a little coldness out of facial indifference.

Song Qinghuan's eyebrows are not the same as Internet celebrities’ Korean eyebrows. There is a pair of bright big eyes under the curved willow eyebrows, like black pearls. Because they have been washed, they seem to be shining with brilliance. Her nose is elegant, and her lips are pale. And her face is slightly tender, being similar to water lily.

This is Song Qinghuan at eighteen.

As young and beautiful as flowers.

This is not the fat one being injected by hormone medicine. She touches the cool mirror with her index finger and looks at herself in the mirror with a smile. She whispers to herself in the mirror, "Long time no see."

Walking out of the bathroom, Song Qinghuan is covered with wet hair. She wipes her hair with a towel and looks down at the messages on her mobile phone.

On the screen:

"XX Bank of China" your account ending with 7727 completed the transaction of RMB 1,000,000...at 16:31 on 14th June.

One million RMB! This is Xia Runan's stolen money to trap her in selling the old lady's birthday gift--- jewelry.

It was this message that had Song Qinghuan arrested in the name of theft in her previous life. She also foolishly gave Xia Runan the one million RMB back to prove her innocence.

An Anonymous Phone Call.