The Monster I Was Redeemed

Ai Liang sat on the small chair specially made for herself, quietly watching the maid playing with the projector.

Before early childhood education began, Ai Liang had imagined the education he would receive.

music? art? Or discover your own "genius" and choose to teach elementary school to high school knowledge in advance?

None.

What the teacher taught Ai Liang was not what he had imagined, but something he had never considered - classical literature.

That's right, those ancient literary classics, poems, songs and the like.

After Ai Liang showed his astonishing "talent", his family only taught him the most basic addition and subtraction. He had no intention of going any further and simply let the teacher take him on a wild ride on the road to literature.

In order to cover up, Ai Liang had to ask the maid to buy some elementary school textbooks to cover up.

As a common citizen, Ai Liang didn't know the meaning of learning these things.

inherit culture? Cultivate character and deepen cultural accomplishment?

These things are too luxurious for people who are busy making a living and have to run around for life every day.

However, Ai Liang still honestly chose to listen to the class carefully.

Because there is obviously no need to rush for life in this life. I can do whatever I want to do in the next twenty years, and there is no rush.

As a spiritual adult, Ai Liang would not say no to things he was not interested in as directly as a three-year-old child.

Nowadays, my body cannot travel far, and it is forbidden to turn off entertainment electronic products for a long time at home. It is not impossible to use this to pass the time.

And as long as it doesn't delay the progress of the main course, my family won't mind if I learn something else in my spare time.

Suddenly a clear and melodious pipa sound sounded.

Ai Liang's attention was drawn to the big screen in front of him.

At the same time, the maid who finished playing with the equipment picked up the remote control and closed the curtains. As the curtains on both sides moved toward the middle, the room began to darken at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The morning teacher came to Ai Liang with a tablet and sat down to start today's video appreciation.

As I listened, a familiar feeling came to my mind.

It seems like this piece of music is very familiar to me.

But Ai Liang knew very well that he was not interested in music in his previous life.

As he doesn't watch short videos very much, he doesn't even know the popular music every year, let alone the pipa, an instrument that is relatively unpopular among the general public.

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

The accompanying drum beat sounded.

The steady and heavy knocking sound seemed to hit Ai Liang's heart hard every time, making him unable to breathe.

Ai Liang's expression became dazed, and more and more strange scenes began to flash through his mind.

There are strange faces and strange events. There are meetings with acquaintances to exchange glasses of wine, and there are also Yuebei Fenggao dressed in Tsing Yi with a knife in his hand.

These pictures run through ancient and modern times, as if he has brought into someone's memory at a higher level and observed the historical process of this world in detail.

From the establishment to the collapse of empires, from regional melee to the establishment of political systems.

There is a pair of invisible hands controlling everything behind the scenes.

Unknowingly, the performance was over. The morning teacher turned around to ask Ai Liang what he thought of the piece just now, but found that Ai Liang's eyes were dull and he was looking at the big screen in a daze.

"Xiao Liang?"

Teacher Chen gently patted Ai Liang on the shoulder, only to receive a mechanical turn from him.

Ai Liang opened his mouth as if to say something, but the next second he rolled his eyes and fainted.

The morning teacher quickly held the back of Ai Liang's head and shouted to the maid next to him: "Go and call the doctor!"

……………………

Ai Liang's consciousness fell into darkness, and his body seemed to be floating in the void.

Where is this?

Ai Liang was a little confused and tentatively stretched out his hand. However, he was surprised to find that he

I can't feel the existence of my hands at all.

Not only that, Ai Liang found that he had lost not only his sense of touch, but also his sense of sight, hearing, taste, and smell.

All five human senses have been deprived.

The strange thing is that Ai Liang didn't feel any fear because of this, but felt as comfortable as a baby returning to the womb.

This feeling drove Ai Liang to slowly squat down and curl up his body.

Maybe this action? After all, he had lost all five senses and could not determine his current posture.

I don’t know how long it took, but a cold feeling appeared.

Different from the biting cold that one felt before he was born, this coldness is as refreshing as a mountain spring in the sweltering heat.

Ai Liang's curled up body slowly unfolded, and the coolness spread from his chest to his limbs.

Gradually, Ai Liang found that he could feel the presence of his body, and his sense of touch had returned.

Next comes hearing and vision.

As for his sense of smell and taste, he couldn't be sure yet, but his intuition told Ai Liang that these two items should have recovered.

Ai Liang slowly opened his eyes.

The blue sky shines on the water, and the water reflects the blue sky.

Except for the blue sky and clear water, there is nothing else in the entire space.

He couldn't even tell whether he was standing above the water or hanging upside down under the sky.

Ai Liang moved his feet slightly, and shallow ripples spread around, and then calmed down before he was one meter away.

Looking at the endless water, Ai Liang unconsciously stepped forward. Every step he took would cause ripples under his feet. At the same time, his perspective began to gradually increase.

Zheng...

A faint piano sound came from the distance.

Ai Liang seemed to have found his target, turning around and moving quickly towards the direction where the sound of the piano came from.

In the originally empty distance, two vague figures gradually appeared.

As Ai Liang approached, the two figures gradually became solid.

"This is……"

Ai Liang stopped and looked at the early teacher in disbelief.

Opposite the early childhood teacher was myself when I was a child.

"No, my body?"

Ai Liang raised his hands and slowly lowered his head.

I had been walking on empty water before, without any specific reference.

At this time, Ai Liang realized that his body had changed to what it looked like when he was in his twenties.

"Where on earth is this place? Am I dead again? Could it be that the cause of my headaches is not hyperamnesia, but some terminal illness that my family has been hiding from me?"

Ai Liang frowned and began to recall the scenes when he got along with his family, trying to find expressions of uneasiness and regret from their expressions.

Regrettably but fortunately, neither his grandfather nor his parents, nor the housekeeper, doctor and maid at home, showed any hidden compassion when dealing with him.

"Xiao Liang, how about taking a walk in the garden with grandpa?"

Feng Chengfu's words pulled Ai Liang's thoughts out of the wave of memories.

I don’t know since when, Ai Liang was surrounded by people.

Various familiar things and scenes began to appear on the originally empty water surface.

The image of me as a toddler, the image of me huddled in the arms of a maid while covering my head because of a headache for the first time, the image of me engrossed in reading a book...