Sun Zhiming, who was in his thirties, died unfortunately while rescuing a cat-eyed girl who looked like his own daughter.
Before I was born again and entered college, none of that had happened. When I start over again, I don't want to be rich and beautiful, I just want to avoid all the disasters in my previous life, find a good girl, and live a beautiful life with my family.
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"Students, our class is about writing essays. The title of the first essay is "My Dream". Before writing, I have to assign a task, which is to ask all the students in the class to stand up one by one and tell them what their dreams are. Can they complete it?"
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"Sun Zhiming, what is your dream?"
"My dream is to become a tractor driver"
"Puff, haha..." The whole class burst into laughter, and the teacher's expression on the podium was not very good either.
Sun Zhiming bent down, picked up the photo carefully, wiped off the tiny glass fragments on it bit by bit with paper, and stared at the family portrait in the photo. Grandpa, grandma, father, mother... Everyone smiled so brightly and looked so happy. His fingertips lightly touched the smile, and then suddenly stopped it. His nose was sour, and his eyes suddenly became moist. Yes, the dream he was looking for, the dream, was to keep this smile going and this happiness to last forever.
It turns out that my dream is so close and yet so far.
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