That's not right. Although she often dreamed, dreams usually had no logic to them. Sometimes she dreamed of her whole family fleeing a doomsday apocalypse, flying all over the place and doing all sorts of amazing things, but upon waking up, she mostly couldn't remember the details.
Oh, right, in dreams you could even reload your saves.
Sometimes, after making a movement in a dream and subconsciously feeling it wasn't good enough, she would instantly reload to do that action over until she was satisfied before proceeding to the next step in the dream.
Thinking of this, Fu Ying closed her eyes. *Reload save. Upon waking up in a dream, I should sit up first, stretch, and then look for my phone to be a refined young lady.*
She lay there for a moment, but nothing happened. Weren't saves supposed to be controlled by consciousness?
Refusing to believe it, Fu Ying sat up and decided to meditate for ten minutes. She was always very active in her dreams and had never just sat there quietly. Surely, if she sat for a bit, either other actions or a scene change would happen in the dream.
Five minutes later, Fu Ying felt her legs go numb, and her whole body went numb with them.
Was the dream too realistic, or had she been reborn like characters in novels?
Still, Fu Ying found it hard to believe she had been reborn.
Fu Ying's cumulative novel-reading time was definitely over ten thousand hours, and she read every genre: rebirth, time-travel, gaming. But she had always treated them as mere pastimes and spiritual food. She had even imagined what she would do if she went back to a certain year, but she had never thought she might actually be reborn.
Besides, for rebirth to happen, there had to be some sort of reason or medium, right?
The apocalypse? Impossible. Even though Japan dumped nuclear wastewater, things hadn't reached apocalyptic levels yet. The country attached great importance to the health of its citizens and environmental protection. China was already the world's second-largest economy, and its military forces were even more formidable—they even had aircraft carriers out for a stroll.
Rebirth? Was this considered rebirth or time travel for Fu Ying? Fu Ying wasn't dead; she had just dozed off while buying a cup of milk tea at a bubble tea shop. That bubble tea shop was a pretty famous chain, and no incidents had ever been reported about it. Besides, she hadn't even gotten to drink the tea yet; she was still waiting. Her number was 531, and it seemed they had only called up to 530.
Long silence and deep thought brought no answers.
Fu Ying decided she would just wait and see. If it was a dream, she should wake up soon; whenever she slept for more than ten hours, she always woke up. She had woken up at five o'clock yesterday afternoon and gone to bed around ten, which made it five hours. She didn't know what time it was now, but waiting another five hours should give her an answer.
As for it not being a dream, she would sort her thoughts out after confirming it; she couldn't make a decision all at once.
Fu Ying hurried downstairs to check the time. Sure enough, according to her biological clock, it was nine-thirty. Add five hours, and she wouldn't know for sure until two-thirty.
Based on her memories of living here, she was supposed to cook a meal at noon. After Dad Fu and Mom Fu ate, they would take a short lunch break before heading back to work.
Fu Ying suddenly remembered: before Mom Fu left for work, had she called out to her and said something?
She couldn't remember.
Mom Fu woke up at seven and went to work at seven-thirty. At that time, Fu Ying had been sleeping soundly and hadn't heard a thing clearly, let alone remembered it after waking up.
She could only deduce it from memory. Before going to work, Mom Fu usually left ten yuan for Fu Ying to buy groceries, telling her to go shopping at ten, start cooking at ten-thirty, and finish before eleven-thirty. She couldn't cook too late; if Mom Fu ate her food while it was too hot during her lunch break, she would eat slowly, leaving even less time to rest.
In fact, Fu Ying often slept until ten-thirty or even close to eleven, and then frantically rushed to cook and stir-fry. When Mom Fu came home from work and saw her daughter still cooking at the stove, she would get another scolding.
Fu Ying found a ten-yuan bill under her pillow. She often forgot what Mom Fu had told her to buy, so she would just buy whatever looked suitable.
It wasn't too sunny, so she didn't bother taking an umbrella, and anyway, she had no idea where the umbrella was.
The path to the market was still as bumpy as ever—full of ups and downs. By the time she came back in 2023, many of the surrounding shops had been renovated or changed hands, but the road remained just the same.
After looking around, she decided to buy two tomatoes; tomato and egg stir-fry went great with rice. Then she would get some garlic sprouts—Dad Fu and Mom Fu definitely wouldn't throw away the cured pork at home, so she could pair it with some fresh vegetables for a change in texture. And finally, some greens—lettuce would do, since it was easy to stir-fry and delicious.
Two tomatoes cost 1 yuan, half a kilo of garlic sprouts cost 1.5 yuan, and three heads of lettuce cost 1 yuan. The total came to 3.5 yuan, and the vendor even threw in a few scallions for free. The remaining money—was she supposed to give it back to Mom Fu, or keep it for the next grocery trip?
She forgot again.