Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets
Chapter 74: Dreaming Again (Fifth Update)

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: Dreaming Again (Fifth Update)

"When I followed Youwei to Qingshui Town last time, I visited my third sister’s house for a bit. The television at her place is really fascinating, lots of people were crowded in front of it," Tang Zhengyue mentioned this event with a sour feeling in her heart. She only got married a few years later than others, but compared to Tang Zhenghong, she still fell short.

At the very least, they couldn’t afford a TV in their house, not to mention a color TV, they couldn’t even afford a black-and-white one.

"It’s just a small box, but inside it, there are people, sounds, TV dramas, and you can watch the news too. It’s very enjoyable," Tang Zhengyue described, while in Qianjin Village, no one else had bought a television yet.

"Auntie Four, my mom has watched TV in the county before, and it was in color," Tang Yue walked in from outside, unable to stand Tang Zhengyue acting as if everyone else was ignorant.

Mom, Zhang Hualian, had been in the county for a couple of months, and some people in the neighboring shops had bought televisions.

"Uh." Tang Zhengyue was just about to share this with Zhang Hualian and was looking forward to seeing her envious look, but Tang Yue’s comment shattered her original intention.

"Zheng Yue, isn’t Youwei earning quite well from his carpentry work? You guys could purchase one too," Zhang Hualian said as she put the just-made sweet rice dumplings into boiling water in the pot.

Tang Zhengyue’s face stiffened; if she could afford it, she would have bought one long ago. Fortunately, Zhang Hualian got busy with other things, so she pretended not to hear.

Zhang Hualian was very quick with her hands. She said, "Xiao Yue, wash your hands clean and come help me make some."

The fire in the stove was roaring, the water constantly boiling. On her own, she needed to cut the glutinous rice dough into small segments, then roll each cut segment into a ball with her palms before boiling them in the water.

"Okay," Tang Yue immediately fetched hot water from the pot at the back, cleaned her hands, and then started rolling the cut segments of glutinous rice dough Zhang Hualian had prepared into balls and dropped them into the pot.

The dinner wasn’t particularly lavish, but it was not shabby either. The rice dumplings tasted good, and the other dishes were also full of color, aroma, and flavor.

Unlike Tang Zhenghong, Tang Zhengyue’s words were not disliked by people, and they finished the dinner in good spirits.

In the dead of night, Tang Yue lay on the bed and only then remembered her earlier encounter with Mo Siyu and Mrs. Mo.

How should she help Mrs. Mo?

In the pitch-black room, Tang Yue’s eyes twinkled with thought, yet she couldn’t come up with a plan.

Firstly, she did not know the exact time when Mrs. Mo died.

Secondly, she did not know where Mrs. Mo had her accident.

Thirdly, her identity was awkward; she couldn’t just hang around her uncle as he did, coming and going as he pleased.

Tang Yue tossed and turned, unable to sleep. It wasn’t until much later that she finally drifted off to sleep in a daze.

Late at night, in the hospital corridors, Tang Yue, who had undergone several treatments, had lost all her hair. The doctor said she might not live much longer, so she particularly cherished time and was often reluctant to sleep at night.

On this night, unable to sleep, she wandered around the different floors. In the wee hours, every floor with its long corridors and dim lights always gave a cold and chilly impression.

Wrapped in a thin coat, she meandered from floor to floor. Occasionally she encountered a few nurses, and when she reached the pediatric ward, she sometimes felt envious hearing the crying of the children.

Having stayed for a long time in the hospital, Tang Yue, having seen all sorts of people, had also become more optimistic.

In the doorway of the corridor, inside the emergency passageway, Tang Yue ’found’ a drunken Mo Siyu.

It was her first time seeing Mo Siyu so out of sorts.

Whenever Mo Siyu was seen, he was always clad in a crisp suit, with a naturally commanding countenance that inspired admiration, respect, and awe, precluding any other thoughts.

But the drunken Mo Siyu seemed to have shed all his brilliance overnight, turning into an ordinary person.

Dressed in a shirt and trousers, Mo Siyu sat in the stairwell with a bottle of baijiu in his hand, his body reeking of alcohol, filling the entire stairwell with the scent of the liquor.

Tang Yue approached. If it weren’t for his striking resemblance to Mo Siyu, and a deliberate look at his face, she might not have dared to recognize him.

"Mr. Mo, why are you drinking here?" Tang Yue carefully squatted beside him, looking at him as he leaned against the wall of the stairwell, his face flushed and his entire being so inebriated he couldn’t tell who was who.

"Mom," Mo Siyu murmured.

Tang Yue couldn’t hear clearly and asked again, "Mr. Mo, you’re drunk, why isn’t Xiao Li here?" She looked around but did not see Li Wei, who usually followed Mo Siyu.

"Mom," Mo Siyu called out again, tilting the bottle and taking a swig of the baijiu as if it were plain water to him.

Tang Yue tried to grab it but was avoided by Mo Siyu, who despite being drunk, was surprisingly agile.

"Mo Siyu, stop drinking, if you drink any more, you’ll really be drunk," Tang Yue cautioned, draping her coat over him. The night was chilly; if he fell asleep here, he would surely fall ill the next day.

Originally, Tang Yue planned to find Xiao Li and help Mo Siyu back, but as soon as she draped the coat over him, Mo Siyu grabbed her hand, repeating insistently, "Mom, sorry, I got back late, Mom, sorry, I got back late."

"Mom, sorry, I got back late."

He kept repeating the phrase. At first, Tang Yue couldn’t make it out clearly, but as he went on, she understood despite the mumbling.

Tang Yue’s hand was held by him. This was the first time she was so close to Mo Siyu, and the first time she had seen the dignified Mo Siyu appear so vulnerable. His drunken eyes hazily looked at her, brimming with glistening tears.

That day, she stayed with him all night long; he would repeat the phrase any time she moved.

Mom, sorry, I got back late.

Her heart ached tremendously for those tear-filled eyes, filled with guilt and regret, until she opened her eyes to see nothing but darkness.

It took her a while to realize where she was.

After her rebirth, aside from the first time she saw Mo Siyu and after the dreams of her previous life, this was the second time she was taken back to those memories.

It was in the dream that she finally remembered why Mrs. Mo’s face was so familiar to her.

Firstly, Mo Siyu’s eyebrows resembled Mrs. Mo’s.

Secondly, she had seen photos of Mrs. Mo when she was younger.

Tang Yue got out of bed, opened the curtains, and saw that it was about six o’clock. She dressed and sat at the wooden table. Closing her eyes, she saw those tipsy, blurry eyes; opening them, she saw the young Mo Siyu, and the warm look of Mrs. Mo.

She took out a notebook and began to silently recite the Three Character Classic.

People at birth, are naturally good, their natures similar, their habits make them different.

After writing down a long passage, Tang Yue’s mood gradually calmed down, her mind, which was once a tangled mess, also became clear.