Qijie almost couldn't remember how she got back, and when she came to her senses, she was already sitting in her own car, which had stopped under her building.

  She subconsciously raised her hand to wipe away tears, but found that they had already dried.

  After thinking carefully for a moment, she slowly remembered.

  When she finished listening to the song, she was in tears and felt like she couldn't control herself from crying out loud, so she hastily ran downstairs, not even knowing if her footsteps had startled the person singing upstairs - at that moment, how could she have cared about this!

  Then she cried for a long time in the car before starting the car and heading home.

  It's already 4:30 in the afternoon now.

  She subconsciously sniffled, first turning off the engine, then removing her seatbelt, leaning back against the chair and letting out a long sigh.

  At that time, I didn't know what was wrong with me. Suddenly, those few lyrics pierced my heart, and then tears couldn't stop flowing no matter what. But after crying, what can be done?

  She knew she was no longer a teenage girl.

  So many years have passed, and I've said it, made a fuss about it, been intense about it, and been angry about it. But thinking carefully, even if Lu Liang is willing to cancel the engagement now, what can I do? What's good about that?

  To say something unpleasant, even eloping can't find anyone!

  Thinking of this, Qi Jie suddenly felt that she was living a quite pitiful life.

  It's even a bit sad.

  Born Free!

  We were born free.

  But... never mind, after all these years, aren't we already used to it?

  Lu Liang, it's not like he's completely useless!

  Life is like this, human life is like this, blinking for decades, and it's all just that.

  Everyone is shouting for freedom, but how many are really willing to go all out to pursue it?

  But what is freedom after all?

  Huh...... Is the little bird free now?

  The song isn't also sung, saying...right, that song!

  She suddenly came to her senses, and she suddenly remembered that song. Unfortunately, she only remembered the two words "little bird". Oh, and also the sentence "flying back and forth", and "because we were born free". As for the rest... At this moment, she felt heartbroken, and wanted to find a place to cry loudly. At that time, it was clear that the lyrics had moved her, struck her, and made her tremble all over, but strangely, those lyrics were completely forgotten by now!

  Right, go home and check out that song!

  She got up to get off the bus, the door was already open but then stopped, and took down the makeup mirror in the car for a look - indeed, her eyes were swollen! Swollen like peaches!

  This is really embarrassing!

  Fortunately, it's just 4:30, and there shouldn't be anyone at home!

  She looked around and found that there were no people wandering around in the neighborhood, so she picked up her laptop bag, pulled out the key, turned around and got out of the car. After locking it, she quickly ran upstairs.

  Back home, as expected, neither Mom nor Dad was there.

  She went back to her bedroom, put down her things, and first washed her face. She carefully rubbed the area around her eyes, hoping they would disappear before her parents came home. If not... Ah yes, there was still half of that facial mask she bought last time left unused. If it wasn't gone by six o'clock, she'd just apply the mask herself!

  She had thought of these countermeasures in her mind, wiped her face clean and went back to the bedroom to open her laptop.

  At that time, desktop computers had not yet become truly popular, and laptops were even less common. Although the operator finally opened up wireless broadband services last year, the speed was really slow.

  After turning on the computer, she found the hottest domestic search engine at zero degrees, thought for a moment, entered two words "little bird", and then searched... Okay, none of the results were on topic.

  She thought for a moment, then added a space after the two words "little bird", and then added the eight words "because we were born free", before clicking on "search" with great anticipation.

  But what's the result... Okay, what does this have to do with "The XXX Declaration"?

  The Internationale

  "A Declaration of Freedom"

  The United States Constitution

  "Are Working People the Happiest?"

  What's going on here?!

  Qijie furrowed her brow and flipped through two pages, then frowned and thought for a moment, changing the search content to "fly by" plus "born free", and then pressed search.

  Alright, this time I finally have something relevant.

  Also a song called "Fly Away".

  This song is completely different from what Qiji has heard before.

  And the rest of the content has nothing to do with that song either.

  She furrowed her brow, and after a moment, switched to "A Song About Little Birds"… no.

  Knitted her brow for a moment, then changed to "fly" and "then see the truth"... still nothing.

  Computers and the Internet are emerging things, at present in China, there is no doubt that those who have computers are mostly well-off and young people. In the eyes of record companies, these people undoubtedly belong to a group with both consumption ability and purchasing tendency. Therefore, slightly powerful record companies all have their own websites, providing song trials on the network. So, as long as you search, basically all songs on the market can be found.

  But... Qiji can't be found.

  "How strange!"

  He sat still for a moment, suddenly remembering other songs he had heard before, trying to search for them, and they could all be found.

  Then she typed "How many people have admired your youthful appearance" in the search bar... The first time she heard the person on the rooftop singing to himself, that sentence was already in the lyrics of the song. Because of the gentle and melancholic feeling of that song, Qi Jie subconsciously remembered those lyrics, which happened to come to mind at this moment.

  But...

  Is this related to Yeats' "When You Are Old"?

  Okay, the poem "When You Are Old" seems to have a sentence with a similar meaning to this one.

  Then... as usual, she gained nothing.

  Two songs, and yet there is no trace of them online!

  Qijie said nothing, unable to express whether she was puzzled or depressed. She got up and walked a few steps in the room before sitting back down, inputting the lyrics of the song that person on the rooftop had sung earlier, trying them out one by one.

  Then she still got nothing.

  She was really confused at this point.

  After some thought, she suddenly lit up her eyes, took out her mobile phone from her bag, found Liao Liao's number and dialed it.

  The phone soon got through.

  "Hey Lao Liao, I'm Qi Jie."

  "I knew it was you! So, have you finally remembered your sister?"

  "What's on your mind? I said, ask you something."

  "Alright, you're ruthless and capable, if you can say this to my face, I'll admit defeat... What's the matter, speak quickly."

  "I've been hearing a few songs these past few days, from our school, a boy, don't know what grade he's in, anyway every day after school lets out, he sneaks up to the rooftop alone and sings. I think some of the songs sound pretty good, so I went online to try and find out what they're called, but I couldn't find anything, no matter what I searched for. What's going on?"

  "Hey, what's with the questions? I'm telling you, Miss, don't you know that every minute of my time is worth tens of millions? What a waste of breath..."

  "Stop it, let's talk!"

  "What's there to say about this matter? Just go ask and it'll be settled!"

  "If I were willing to go ask, would I still need to ask you? The fact that they secretly practice singing after school is already a clear indication that they don't want others to hear. You don't know, nowadays these high school kids are all about saving face, and I'm not willing to go ruin it for them."

  "Alright! ...Can't even find it online?"

  "Not found!"

  "Basically, any song you can hear or buy on the market should be searchable online. Anyway, I know that all of our company's singers' works are posted on the website, and my songs are there too. Those songs can be listened to for free at any time, they just can't be downloaded. As long as it's on the website, theoretically speaking, it should definitely be searchable. If it can't be found, then there's only one possibility... whether that boy wrote it himself or heard it from somewhere else, in short... underground songs!"

  "Underground song?"

  "Think about it, how many people are writing songs nationwide every year? How many works are there every year? But the ones that record companies, producers and singers really like and buy, all together, are just a few. What about those that no one wants? Aren't they invisible? Those kinds of songs are underground songs."

  Suddenly enlightened and clear.

  "Then I..."

  "Why don't you just go ask directly if you want to know?! You're being too sensitive!"

  Qī jié's eyes blinked, and she completely ignored Liao Liao's words behind her back. She thought to herself: It seems that if I want to hear that song again in the future, I can only go ask him?

  …………

  The surroundings were a dazed pink color, unclear whether it was fog or gauze, anyway it was a strange and enchanting color.

  In a daze, Li Qian only felt that there was a warm and smooth body in his arms, which was rubbing against him. He subconsciously leaned in to kiss it, looking at the face, which seemed to be his girlfriend Xia from his previous life, but when he looked again, it had transformed into Wang Jinglu... Hmm, anyway, it wasn't a stranger.

  Li Qian felt he had been holding back to the extreme, and a fierce kiss was just a burst of passion. The other person was also panting, with a flushed face that seemed to be dripping with desire, it was simply irresistible. However, occasionally, a glance would float over, and Li Qian would feel as if she were actually Qi Laoshi...

  Then... he suddenly woke up.

  The room was pitch black.

  The big ceiling fan was slowly spinning with a whooshing sound.

  He pushed away the towel and reached into his pants - sure enough, it was wet again.

  His senses all over his body had returned, and they felt sticky and gooey.

  He let out a soft sigh and fumbled for the switch, and with a click, the room's lights came on.

  This is...the third time I've been reborn!

  "It's really tough being a bachelor!" he thought to himself.

  Then he got up, carefully opened the door, slipped into the bathroom to turn on the light, found toilet paper and carefully took off his underwear while using the toilet paper to roughly wipe himself.

  Yeah, here we go again, time to wash underwear.

  Get a basin, pour in some water and rinse first, then change the water, add detergent, and start rubbing.

  He found it uncomfortable to squat, so he put the basin in the washbasin.

  As soon as I looked up, I saw my own face in the mirror.

  Yeah, although this face is much better-looking than in my previous life... however... 37 points of authenticity really are too rural.

  Ever since he watched "Kung Fu", it's been a conditioned reflex, whenever he sees 3/7, he subconsciously thinks of that half-exposed buttocks barber. From then on, for the past decade or so, his hairstyle has always been a bob cut.

  After washing and hanging his underwear to dry, he involuntarily let out a yawn, just about to go back and change into another pair of underwear to continue sleeping, when he suddenly saw his own face in the mirror again.

  Yeah, the whiskers on my chin and upper lip have started to grow out, although they're still quite light in color and not very dense, like downy hair... but I'm 17 now!

  Suddenly, Li Qian felt like shaving his beard.

  Next to him was Li's razor, and Li Jian skillfully lathered up, applied it evenly, and then carefully shaved his beard with that somewhat antique razor.

  After washing and wiping my face clean, I looked in the mirror again. The sallowness has faded a lot, and I look more spirited now.

  Then he suddenly sighed.

  He knew that no matter how early he had planned in his heart, but for the past two days, he had indeed become impatient. Although singing loudly in the afternoon was a way to vent, however...

  "Why don't we take out a few songs and submit them to record companies to try?"

  "No, no, I'm not ready yet! Even if I release it now, 8 or 9 out of 10 times it'll be a waste. Even if someone likes it, they probably won't take it seriously. No matter how good the song is, if it falls into the wrong singer's hands... If the other party isn't capable enough, it's just a waste!"

  "Don't rush, don't rush, we still have plenty of time. Calm down! Calm down..."

  …………

  At 8:03 in the morning, the knock on the door sounded again.

  The door was pushed open and a voice said, "Xiao Jie, if you don't get up now, your dad and I will finish eating! What's wrong with this girl today? She's even learned to sleep in! Hurry up and get up!"

  A humming noise came from the bed, followed by a stirring of the quilt. A sleepy face with disheveled hair poked out, glanced at the person standing in the doorway, and then couldn't help but close its eyes again, humming for a few more moments before starting to whine, "Mom... I'm still sleepy..." As it spoke, the quilt was pulled up once more, covering its head.

  A voice from outside the living room said: "If you don't get up now, I'll pull her quilt!"

  The person at the door smiled and walked to the bedside, looking at his dear daughter with a bit of heartache, "What's going on? Did you stay up late last night? Why are you still sleepy until 8 o'clock?"

  The quilt was unwillingly lifted, and after a huge effort, the awake consciousness finally temporarily defeated the sleepiness. Qijie reluctantly opened her eyes, pouting, "My dad doesn't hurt me at all."

  Qī Mā heard this and smiled, "This child... is really something. She's about to get married soon, but she's still throwing a tantrum, thinking she's still young?"

  As soon as she heard that she was going to get married, a certain string in Qijie's mind suddenly tightened. She unwillingly sat up, still pouting, "Mom, I have a headache..."

  Qī Mā helplessly shook her head and reached out to rub her temples.

  In the living room outside the door, Qi's father said: "I told you, get married early and be done with it, this is exhausting..."

  Qijie heard this and became even more dissatisfied, unable to help but say: "Dad, is there a father like you? You're so eager for me to get married, can't I stay at home for another year? It's not that I don't miss you and mom, otherwise..."

  Before she finished speaking, Dad Qi let out a "huh" and said: "If you really care about me and your mom, then save some of that nagging energy for Xiaoliang after you get married!"

  Zi Jie didn't say anything else, her mouth was pursed up high.

  …………

  Actually, Qi Jie went to bed before 10 o'clock last night, but somehow she couldn't sleep. She got up and hugged her laptop to watch it, and in one breath, she saw it until 2 o'clock in the morning. She was so sleepy that she yawned continuously, only then did she fall asleep as soon as she lay down.

  The reason I couldn't sleep was mainly because of... that song.

  She really really likes that song!

  But anyway, the book I read last night was quite enjoyable. After waking up from a good sleep, it seems that all the restless thoughts have been tucked away again in my heart. It's as if they don't exist as long as I don't touch or think about them!

  That's life!

  All she wanted was to hear that song again!

  …………

  After washing up, Dad and Mom Qi had already changed into their going-out clothes. Seeing that their darling daughter had finally gotten up, Mom Qi brought the hot breakfast from the stove to her table, reminding her to put the bowl and chopsticks in the kitchen after eating, then they were about to leave - both old folks were opera fans, Dad Qi was even a semi-professional actor of Jinan Opera Association's amateur group. Today was Saturday, this morning there was an opera fan activity organized by their amateur group at Daming Lake Park, both old folks were going to attend.

  As soon as the old couple changed their shoes and left, Qijie pouted her mouth and looked at them, "There aren't parents as irresponsible as you two, leaving your daughter at home and going out to have fun..."

  Father and mother have long been used to this, don't bother with her, just go as usual.

  …………

  After finishing breakfast, she sat at the table for a while, dawdling lazily. Only then did Qijie get up and put all the bowls and chopsticks away in the kitchen, washed her hands and came back to sit on the sofa in a daze.

  She can't sleep anymore, she doesn't have the habit of sleeping during the day, but what to do?

  Okay, let's continue watching.

  But before her laptop even booted up to the desktop, a particularly irritable mood surged out in her heart.

  With a snap, she closed her laptop and slumped back onto the sofa.

  Marry, marry, marry...

  She shook her head and decided to go out for a casual stroll around the streets.

  Because she didn't have the habit of putting on makeup, she simply changed into her clothes, grabbed her keys and wallet, and went downstairs to pick up her car. After more than ten minutes, she arrived at the pedestrian street she often visited. Coincidentally, a car in a parking space by the roadside was just about to leave, so she pulled her car in, turned off the engine, removed the key, opened the door, and got out of the car...

  There were several audio-visual stores by the roadside, blasting music loudly. In that instant, a wave of irritability surged up again - with a bang, she sat back in the car and closed the door.

  She was stunned for a while, then started the car, reversed it and drove straight to No. 13 Middle School.