Replica of Youth

Bai Zimu was taken north by his mother to seek refuge at his grandmother’s home. The mining compound had never seen such a beautiful little curly-haired boy before, drawing countless curious glances—Lei Dongchuan was one of them. The Lei family had a penchant for good looks, and little Lei Dongchuan couldn’t tear his eyes away the first time he saw Bai Zimu. He thought, *What a beautiful child—how great it would be if he were my little brother!* Later, Lei San was no longer satisfied with just that. He hid that person in his heart, held him in his mouth—a secret love he dared not speak aloud. *** Bai Zimu had two wishes: one, to find his father; the other, for Lei Dongchuan to fall for him too. But in the end, the first wish was his mother’s—the second was his alone. He loved Lei Dongchuan. Even if he had to scheme with all his might, he would hold on tight and never let go. *** **Childhood Edition:** Lei Dongchuan made Bai Zimu call him "gege," then triumphantly took him out to show off. Lei Dongchuan (smug): *“This is my didi!”* The kids in the compound crowded around to admire the pretty little curly-haired boy, chattering with praise: *“Boss, your didi is so pretty! His kids will be gorgeous too!”* *“But he’s a boy—how’s he gonna have kids?”* *“When he grows up and gets married, duh!”* ... Lei San scowled. *“Zimu doesn’t need kids.”* Lei San: *“He’s still so little. He’ll never grow up.”* This was *his* little friend.

I The Bai family of the North, a century-old mercantile powerhouse. Family head Bai Rongjiu was cold and detached—until the day he softened and took in someone. Lord Ninth declared: even if he were to die, no one else could lay a finger on this person. In life, they were his; in death, they would follow him. Yet, when Bai Rongjiu truly passed, Xie Jing lived on. His lord had paved his way smoothly, ensuring his survival in these turbulent times. After guarding the tomb for ten years, Xie Jing opened his eyes and found himself back in his youth—before chaos descended, while everything was still within reach! II Xie Jing returned to the winter he was thirteen, a year that once brought him unbearable hardship, now utterly rewritten. Lord Ninth raised his little wolf cub ahead of time, teaching him with his own hands. Before they knew it, the boy grew into a graceful youth, his eyes alone unchanged—brightening whenever they met. Years later, Lord Ninth asked Xiao Xie: "Why treat me so well?" Xie Jing replied, "Because in this world, no one else has ever been so kind to me." Lord Ninth pressed, "Then do you know why I treat only you this way?" Xie Jing’s ears reddened: "I... I do." The answer came to him in a love letter—just ten words, as domineering as its sender: *"The south wind hasn’t risen, yet longing for you sickens me—incurable."* But Lord Ninth never knew: Xie Jing had returned from over a decade later, his yearning carved to the bone, beyond time’s remedy. III [Extra Skits] One day, Lord Ninth scolded Xie Jing sternly—yet the boy cherished every word. Onlooker: "He’s berating you." Xie Jing, solemn: "Lord Ninth is gentle-hearted. He never berates." Onlooker: "I heard him scolding others today!" Xie Jing: "Only because they provoke his temper." Onlooker: "???" Another day, Xie Jing schemed to secure three shops for Lord Ninth. Onlooker: "You might not realize this, but Xiao Xie is quite cunning." Lord Ninth: "Nonsense. No one in this world is more guileless than he." Onlooker: "???"

Tang Jinyu has a white moonlight—a legendary figure every hacking novice admires. One day, after reading a semi-biographical book tarnishing his idol's image, Xiao Tang angrily threw it aside… and ended up transmigrating into the story. A book separated two worlds: one in the 5G era, the other where streets echoed with *"Thank You for Your Love 1999."* Seventeen-year-old high schooler Tang Jinyu shrank into a tiny child. Struggling onto a stool to peek outside the security door, he saw his idol walk past, schoolbag slung over his shoulder… He was living next door to his idol!! =口=

In his previous life, Li Zhou died for wealth but unexpectedly reincarnated back to 1995. It was an era brimming with business opportunities and desires. Standing at the crossroads of life once more, he had a chance to rewrite his story—this time, he wanted to try a different path. Live in the moment, and go with the flow. **** The Li family had two young masters—the elder, though adopted, was rational and composed, while the younger, the true heir, was far more volatile and unpredictable. Now, the elder had packed up and left, abandoning the family fortune →_→