Transmigrated into the body of a prematurely deceased beloved child

Chapter 648 [Boy Group Side Story] Reminiscing 2

Chapter 648 [Boy Group Side Story] Reminiscing 2

[The previous chapter included some added plot details.]

When Lan Sen came out of the shower, he saw Zhao Zhao holding her phone and staring blankly.

He chuckled to himself, thinking how adorable Zhao Zhao was.

"what happened?"

His voice was incredibly gentle as he lightly raised his hand to take the phone, smiling as he watched Zhao Zhao slowly come to her senses.

Yu Xingli's absent-minded voice came from beside her: "Where did you go? By the way, who was on the phone just now?"

"The voice sounds quite young."

Zhao Zhao looked up and met his gentle dark eyes. Lan Sen chuckled softly, "An old friend."

At this moment, Yu Xingli realized that there was only one old friend who could make Lan Sen so happy, but he knew it was absolutely impossible, so he just smiled perfunctorily.

"Oh, I see. It seems you're quite happy today."

At the same time, he felt relieved, after all, Lansen's mood had been so strange a few days ago that he was afraid.

"What did you need on the phone? Hurry up and get busy."

Meanwhile, as Yu Xingli walked towards the van, he replied to Lan Sen's question: "What? You want me to bring my doll to your house?"

He suddenly found it amusing: "Are you alright?"

However, Lan Sen's next words instantly changed his expression: "What did you say?!"

He raised his voice, and instantly all the staff and fans present looked at him.

But Yu Xingli couldn't care less about anything now. He strode towards the car and slammed the door shut.

"Hurry! Drive to the Bund in City A!"

His chest heaved rapidly, and he hesitated to hang up the phone, but his excitement rendered him speechless.

He just stared at his phone with longing, hoping to hear that familiar "Brother Xingxing" again.

"Hey, why is it so quiet over there with Brother Xingxing?"

A boy's questioning voice suddenly rang out in the quiet carriage, and the suffocating air around Yu Xingli seemed to be purified in an instant.

"It's okay, he should be here soon."

"Oh."

"Zhaozhao, do you still want to play games? How about I teach you?"

The warm conversation rang in his ears through the phone, but Yu Xingli's buzzing mind was like a rusty machine, reacting extremely slowly.

Is this really true? A resurrection? A possession of another's body?

Yu Xingli, who enjoys reading supernatural novels, is in for a treat this time; his mind is in complete turmoil.

"I don't want to play games, I want to talk to Brother Xingxing."

"Brother Xingxing, are you still listening?"

A clear, smiling voice lingered in my ears, and I gripped the phone so tightly that the veins bulged.

Yu Xingli gritted his teeth and said, word by word, "Zhaozhao, I've been listening."

As he uttered those two words again, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Wait for me, I'll come find you right away."

A low-profile black minivan flashed across the overpass like lightning and quickly disappeared into the night.

He heard that Zhao Zhao wanted his doll, so he specially chose his favorite and most beautiful one.

At the same time, this was also Zhao Zhao's favorite design five years ago.

.......

Yu Xingli had visited Lan Sen's house on the Bund many times, but never before had he been so excited that his hands and feet trembled while in the elevator.

"Why hasn't it arrived yet?"

At this moment, he was so anxious that he wished he could grow wings and fly directly to the top floor.

The elevator doors opened, and he eagerly opened the door, knocked, and called out to people all in one smooth motion, holding the doll.

"Open the door! Open the door now!"

While Zhao Zhao and Lan Sen were playing a game, they heard a frantic knocking on the door.

"Brother Xingxing!" Zhao Zhao's bright black eyes seemed to have stars in them too. When he floated forward to open the door, a barrage of urgent punches almost landed on his face.

"Zhao Zhao!"

Before Zhao Zhao could even get a clear look at what Yu Xingli looked like after he grew up, a figure in a black windbreaker with messy hair pounced on him and then fell to the ground with a thud.

"what!"

Zhao Zhao squatted down to help him up, but Yu Xingli ignored the pain and eagerly got up.

Just like Lan Sen before him, he felt a mix of surprise, joy, and sadness at the sight of the semi-transparent figure before him.

"Zhaozhao, you've come back as a ghost?!"

He tried to touch the familiar face in front of him, and then Zhao Zhao reached out and touched his figure first.

The icy touch sent a shiver down his spine: "Am I really not dreaming?"

At this moment, Lan Sen walked up unhurriedly, his eyes shining as he looked at him: "Come on, punch me."

"Are you out of your mind?" Lan Sen chuckled. "This isn't a dream."

Zhao Zhao nodded in agreement with him, behaving very obediently.

He picked up the doll that Yu Xingli had dropped and held it in his arms, his eyes crinkling with laughter: "The King of Hell said I had too many regrets, so he sent me back to make up for them."

"I hope my creditors will give me this opportunity."

Lan Sen's eyes flickered slightly: "Is that really true?" Such a fantastical thing exists in the world?

"Good good!"

Yu Xingli was in tears, and even though he was over twenty years old, his behavior was still clumsy and impulsive.

Time seemed not to have calmed his restless heart.

Zhao Zhao smiled as she looked at them. It was so nice that they hadn't changed and were still the same as before.

“By the way, Xingxing-ge,” Yu Xingli immediately snapped out of his daze and looked up, his bright red eyes unusually clear: “What’s wrong, Zhaozhao?”

"I can give this doll as a gift..."

"Of course!"

Before he could finish speaking, Yu Xingli eagerly said, "If you like dolls, darling, I have many, many more. I can give you as many as you want!"

Such excessive attentiveness amused Lan Sen: "I remember someone who wouldn't even let me touch your treasures."

"I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now," Yu Xingli retorted to Lan Sen.

"Hahahahahaha."

Zhao Zhao laughed heartily; the two of them were still as amusing as ever.

He then explained to Yu Xingli, "My current identity is special. If I want to appear in the sunlight, I need to find a container."

He spoke lightly, but the two people beside him looked at his semi-transparent body and suddenly smiled somewhat reluctantly.

"So I chose to use Brother Xingxing's doll as a container, and I will stay by your side in this form from now on, okay?"

He held the doll, winked at them, and bounced around, lively and energetic.

Not wanting to spoil the fun, Lan Sen and Yu Xingli forced a cheerful smile and said, "Okay, okay."

Her voice was low: "It's good that you're back. As for anything else, I dare not ask for anything more."

Just looking at Zhao Zhao's semi-transparent state still made me feel incredibly choked up.

Heartache and sadness intertwined with excitement and joy; this night was destined to be a sleepless one.

After explaining things to them, Zhao Zhao planned to tell the other members of the boy band that he had returned.

It was already 1 a.m.

Yu Xingli kept shouting without stopping, "I think they will be very happy and excited after hearing this good news!" Just like he was at the beginning.