After My Rebirth, My Brother Threw Me on the Flood Gate

After My Rebirth, My Brother Threw Me on the Flood Gate

by Zu Yangxu

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13Kwords1chapters
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Ch. 1After Reviving His Life, His Brother Chose to Give His Life Back to Bai Yueguang
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In the summer of 1975, the flood season on the Huaihe River was approaching. Nineteen-year-old Zhou Dingkun was reborn with memories of his past life. In his previous life, the girl next door, Lin Xinger, was washed away by the flood while trying to save him, but his sister Zhou Xiaoman spent her life safely. He believed that he owed Lin Xing'er a life and must pay it back in this life. The reservoir broadcast was mixed with the strange sound of electricity: "The male protagonist has returned from rebirth. In this life, he will return his life to his savior." Zhou Dingkun took his five-year-old sister to the stone pier under the flood gate, pulled off the peace charm she had worn close to her body for five years, and hung it around Lin Xinger's neck. "My sister is for you." He said to an inaudible boy on the shore. Then he led Myolie Lin up the embankment and never looked back. The boy's name was Lu Haisheng. He was seven years old and became deaf due to high fever. He climbed up from the mud, waded across the river, and pulled Zhou Xiaoman back when he was about to fall into the water. Eleven years later, he and the gatekeeper grandfather gave the abandoned girl a real home. In order to "pay off the debt", Zhou Dingkun gave up the opportunity to go to school and join the army again and again for Myolie Lin, and his life continued to slide into the abyss. In the end, Zhou Dingkun contracted silicosis in a brick factory and died alone at the age of thirty-two. Myolie Lin turned around and left before he died, not even showing up for the funeral. Zhou Xiaoman was admitted to the normal school under the protection of Lu Haisheng and became an outstanding teacher. They spent forty years together to prove that blood is not as important as sincerity, and choice determines destiny. There is no set script in the world, and everyone is responsible for their own choices.

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