Come, Let Me Take You Home v1 c2

No. 002 The Sequel to This Tragedy

I opened my eyes.

My vision was a little blurry, and the corners of my eyes were filled with warm tears.

What’s wrong with me?

I habitually reached out and rubbed my eyes, which were obviously red from crying. The familiar yet strange feeling from all parts of my body made me a little confused.

The cute room, decorated mainly in sky blue, was quiet and cold.

The clock on the bedside table was pointing to 3 pm.

Wasn’t I in the hospital? What’s with this room that’s obviously decorated for a girl?

As I recalled this, a large amount of memories flooded in. The sudden chaos in my mind made me involuntarily clutch my head—

“You can’t even do this, you good-for-nothing!”

“Hang out with me.”

“What are girls going to do in the future if they don’t study well? Go out and sell themselves?”

“What did I work so hard to put you through school for? So you can get married and give away money?”

“We boys are going to fight, don’t you go?, go home.”

“What time is it? Where did you go fooling around? Huh? Do you want to wait until your mother is pissed off to death before you’re satisfied?”

“Ask your dad to come over.”

“This is a bonus question, listen carefully.”

“Can you please stop holding back the class? I’m begging you, as a girl, can you have some shame?”

“Little ** Yi Yao, even seducing boys from other schools.”

“I’m going to put my words here today, if your mother doesn’t make it through this month, you just wait to be sold by me to the mountains. Anyway, I’ve fulfilled my obligation as a father by raising you so much…”

“Get out! Get out with your boyfriend!”

“…”

Scattered fragments of memories, filled with a suffocating sense of despair, filled my mind.

I… am Yi Yao?

A 16-year-old junior high school girl?

I looked down tremblingly, and in my clear vision, I saw a pair of breasts that, although not magnificent in scale, could definitely be seen as belonging to a girl wearing a bra.

Lifting the quilt, between my slender legs was a pair of white panties with a teddy bear pattern.

Flat and tempting.

Is this a dream?

Such a realistic dream?

Getting out of bed, I walked barefoot to the mirror next to the bedside table without even bothering to put on my clothes. Looking up, the short-haired girl in the mirror was beautiful and unfamiliar.

“Brother…”

“Brother, I’m ready.”

“Brother, anyway, Xiaoyao has no friends in this world, so live on in my place.”

The sudden memories made my eyes moist again.

Who… am I?

In the chaos, I caught a glimpse of a letter lying quietly on the bedside table.

My subconscious told me that it was a letter I wrote to my “brother”, but curiosity and doubt made me pick it up involuntarily.

The handwriting on the letter was delicate and familiar, it should be from a girl’s hand—

“Hello, brother!

“Although I know that my brother, who now has Xiaoyao’s memories, may not need an additional explanation, I still can’t help but want to write this letter. Hehehe, I didn’t expect that we would meet in this way. I really want to know what kind of expression my brother… oh no, what kind of expression I have on my face now.”

“I, ah, am a bad child. Fighting, skipping school, always making Dad and Uncle angry. I can’t do anything well, and I have no friends at school. So that year, my brother who was willing to open up to me became my only spiritual support. When I heard that my brother was seriously ill, Xiaoyao really wanted to help him, but Xiaoyao in this world couldn’t do anything, just like what I’ve always done to Dad. Obviously, Mom and Dad are looking forward to it so much…”

At this point, the image of me crying silently under a dark sky while writing a letter to my “brother” far away appeared in my mind.

The white envelope was covered with tear stains.

“Sorry, please forgive Xiaoyao’s willfulness. Maybe this is the only thing Xiaoyao can do for her brother. Brother graduated from a prestigious university, right? From now on, please take the exams for Xiaoyao and get good grades. Talk to Mom more and don’t make Dad angry anymore.”

“Hmm… I don’t know what else to write. So that’s it for the introduction and explanation. Dear brother, please take good care of and use this kind, cute, invincible, beautiful junior high school girl’s body!”

At the end of the letter, the writer even drew a mischievous smiley face of a girl making a peace sign.

The memory told me that after writing this letter, “I” also silently chanted three times in my heart, “Xiaoyao is serious, if you have any dissatisfaction with your sister’s decision, you are dead.”

“…”

What is this?

The “sister” from another parallel world, gave her body to me?

I, who died of illness, became a girl?

The most ridiculous thing is that according to my sister’s memory, she wasn’t even sure if she could really bring me to this world in this way. Just like what she said in the dream, “The dream told me, it was a rabbit, it was a rabbit, the dream told me you are my brother, so you are my brother.”

The dream told her that she could sacrifice herself and let her brother live on in her place.

So she wrote such a letter, took some sleeping pills, slept from last night until now, and kept calling for “me” to enter her body.

The clock in the room ticked away.

This body is now 16 years old, studying in the third year of junior high school at Upper Capital City No. 3 Middle School. Her mother is hospitalized with leukemia. Currently, this family is supported by her father’s income from selling fruit. A week ago, her father’s truck had an accident and lost a lot of money. The family’s savings began to have a crisis.

It’s exactly the same, exactly the same as my experience when I was a child, even the date of my father’s car accident is exactly the same.

Am I another girl’s “me” from a parallel world?

In my sister’s room, besides a small amount of girly decorations, I also saw the shadow of my childhood room.

It is now February 6, 2016, probably five years later. That year, I was still in college, and my father was diagnosed with liver cancer. In order to treat his illness, this house was sold to my uncle at a low price. Finally, my father passed away, along with my mother. A debt of nearly 1 million yuan fell on me.

Then, as soon as I graduated, not only did I have to pay off the hospital loan, but I also had to run around for the house.

No, I have to make sure.

According to the body’s memory, I skillfully put on the girl’s school uniform on the bedside and came to the living room. I turned on the computer.

Today is Saturday, let me think… Hmm, when I was in the third year of junior high school, in order to prepare for the composition, I browsed the news almost every Saturday afternoon. The news on February 6th was… That’s right, the earthquake!

Coincidentally, I just remembered the news on February 6, 2016.

Opening the news website, the first thing that came into view was the headline that I had already chanted twice in my heart before I even turned on the computer: On February 6, 2016, a magnitude 6.7 earthquake occurred in Gaoling City.

It’s exactly the same!

It seems that the parallel world where my sister lived is experiencing the things I know, from the place to the date, exactly the same.

In this era, Mom is still fighting against her illness, Dad’s illness has not yet reached the terminal stage, Uncle’s true colors have not yet been revealed, and “I” am still a healthy junior high school student who has not been completely deceived by this world.

After staring blankly at the computer for a while, I turned it off, stood up and went back to my room.

The girl in the mirror looked somewhat similar to my previous self, with the same handsome face and slender figure. The difference is that this time, I became a girl.

I bowed to myself in the mirror.

“Thank you.”

From my mouth came the sweet voice that I could only hear in my dreams.

My sister’s actions were not my intention, but she did save me, who died of illness. No matter what, since things have come to this, I can’t let her down—although becoming a girl is really embarrassing.

So, let’s take a look at the grades first.

Casually opening a test paper on the bookshelf, I saw a rather bad score written on the top of the paper: 39.

This is a math test paper with a full score of 150 points for the city-wide mock exam in Upper Capital City.

After a rough look at the questions, except for the last big question which needed to be calculated on a draft paper, the answers to this test paper had already appeared in my mind.

I still remember this test paper. I got 148 points at that time, and the two points I missed were in the last question where I wrote 21 instead of 12.

There was no other way. At that time, apart from knowing how to do test papers, I basically did not communicate with outsiders. I majored in computer science in university. Whether it was programming or finding program loopholes, it required a lot of logical operations. This kind of junior high school math problem was not difficult for me at all. And the most luck-based Chinese and my weakness, English, happened to be the best subjects of my sister, who is a girl.

Okay, the problem of grades can be considered solved.

I’m glad that I didn’t lose my original memories when my soul entered this body.

Now I feel like I’m switching from one computer to another at work. The new computer hardware is a little different from the old one, but I can write my own programs on this laptop based on my memory. I can also browse the work history of this laptop and run the built-in programs by opening the local files. The original owner’s habit of using the computer cannot affect me at all. In short, I am still me, and because I am using my sister’s body, I can freely extract the memories of this body from before.

In this way, as long as I review a little before the exam, whether it is junior high school or high school, it should not be difficult for me to get the first place in this city.

Then the other problems arise: what should I do about Mom and Dad’s illness?

Uncle’s matter is easier to solve. Anyway, I already know what kind of person he is. As long as I am a little wary, it will be fine. But there is really no cure for Mom’s illness, and Dad should not listen to my advice in his current state.

Money… I need a lot of money.

After I graduated in my previous life, because I was a graduate of a prestigious university, I was too proud at that time and suffered a lot in society. In the end, I only entered a very small network company with a very low salary. I lived in a house smaller than the bedroom of an ordinary family. I had to help others analyze the system until very late every day after work before I could rest. I had no free time. A steamed bun for breakfast and radish with rice for dinner. Although I finally made it through, the life of lack of sleep and malnutrition at that time had already planted the seeds of disease deep in my body.

At least my sister’s body is still well taken care of. She eats three meals a day and can rest on time at night. It is worth mentioning that my “sister” in this parallel world also secretly signed up for a Taekwondo interest class near the school without telling my father. Now she has reached the level of 2nd dan black belt. Except for those who practice martial arts together, almost no one around my sister knows about this.

In addition, there is one more thing that I am very concerned about: what about my “boyfriend”?

Although I am a girl now, it does not mean that I like men. The most troublesome thing is that my so-called boyfriend is the chairman of the largest network technology company in the city in 10 years. How should I deal with this?

In my sister’s memory, she and this man named “Long Fei” are not very close. Not to mention that kind of thing, they haven’t even kissed. At most, when they go out to play together, that man will hold my sister’s hand and introduce her to his “little brothers”: “This is my girlfriend, call her sister-in-law.”

It’s as if my sister is just an object for him to show off.

Being scolded by teachers at school, being bullied by classmates, being driven out by her father at home, and becoming the girlfriend of a man she doesn’t like, it’s no wonder my sister would choose to end her life.

“Kanti a distiora, isoria aritiosa, di tia fidio la mita…”

Just as I was still thinking about what excuse I should use to break up with my “boyfriend,” the cell phone by the bed rang. The ringtone was “I was waiting for this moment” from the anime Puella Magi Madoka Magica, which was also my favorite song when I was a child.

Picking up the phone, the contact on the screen showed “Uncle.”

“Hello?”

“You still have the nerve to answer the phone?” Uncle’s voice on the phone was full of disappointment. “Your mother is dying, go to the hospital quickly, Fifth Hospital, now, immediately!”