The Time of Rebirth Is Just Right

The heat of a bowl of millet porridge hides the regrets of Lin Chen's two lives. In the senior high school class in 2003, he woke up from the regret of middle age. In front of him was his mother's haggard face when delivering porridge - that was the tenderness that he had ignored in his previous life. This time, he seized the opportunity to be reborn and wanted to fill all his debts one by one: giving his inferior sister Lin Xiaoxiao a piece of strawberry eraser so that she dared to raise her head and smile; shielding the confused Su Wanqing from the wind and rain, protecting her paintbrush from being blunted by life; pulling his brother Zhao Lei out of the predicament to prevent him from being trapped in his livelihood; awakening Chen Mo's programming talent so that his talent would not be buried. From making the first pot of gold by selling jerseys at a street stall, to seizing the wave of housing reform and the Internet to establish a technology company; from studying side by side in the senior high school classroom, to working together to pursue dreams on the Beijing campus; from careful compensation, to natural protection. In twenty years, he corrected the mistake that his father almost made, fulfilled his dream of watching the flag-raising with his grandfather, made the family's dining table always smell of hot rice, and made his lover's studio always bright. This is not an earth-shattering counterattack, but countless warm moments: the problem-solving ideas written in anonymous notes, the surgery fees that have been prioritized in the purchase list, the growing number of smiling faces in family photos, and the pot of millet porridge cooked with my mother in the morning light. Lin Chen finally understood that the most precious thing about rebirth is not the golden finger that predicts the future, but the opportunity to re-embrace every betrayed love. When the sun fell on the porridge bowl again, he knew that this time, perfection was never absent.