After Yang Yi made a decision on work, after receiving the reply from the general manager of the Internet technology company, he also breathed a sigh of relief, and instantly felt that he had a goal in his life and had more expectations.

Looking at the rain outside the window, Yang Yi silently took out a cigarette and lit it in the dark and cold basement, and his thoughts fell with the raindrops, blending into the embrace of the earth, and falling into the memories of his childhood.

Someone once said that people who listen to the rain are very tangled and easy to be sad, and on a lonely rainy night, a person tastes the loneliness, gets used to loneliness, and learns to hide sadness in calmness.

The rainy night is beautiful, and the slightly blue sky has a dreamy feeling, a dream...... It's really just a dream, an ethereal dream, the night is very cold, the cool is into people's hearts, the scene is very sad, and the sadness is in my feelings.

A figure pierced the void, dotted with brilliance under the scorching starry sky, and slowly condensed into Yang Yi's appearance when he was young, his eyes looked closely at the figure of his uncle who was once running desperately, letting the sweat drops slide down his cheeks, and he didn't have time to reach out to wipe it, it was a race against time and life.

On the way home from school, Xiao Yang fainted on the side of the road due to a sudden high fever, but fortunately, passers-by notified Yang Yi's uncle and aunt in time, and finally dragged Yang Yi back from the hands of death when his uncle's blood stained the earth.

Originally, it was more than 40 minutes away, but I was rushed back by my uncle in more than 10 minutes, and my aunt's slightly fat body followed closely behind my uncle, trying to keep herself from being left behind.

When she returned home, her aunt immediately asked her uncle to lie down on Xiao Yang who was in a coma, and she immediately ran to the dispensing room to prepare various drugs frantically and quickly, and her skillful skills and dignified expressions reflected each other.

Yang Yi, a young man standing in the void, quietly entered the consciousness of the comatose little Yang Yi, although he went against the long river of time, he could not change any historical trajectory that had happened, but he could go wherever he wanted to go unimpeded, because the past had been imprinted by time and could not be reversed.

Xiao Yangyi's consciousness is very vague, and his consciousness is more of a childhood memory, with a slightly unfamiliar figure of his mother and father who have not seen each other for several years, as well as his grandfather, grandmother, aunt, aunt, and the big osmanthus tree and cousin Zhang Jing who are integrated into the imprint of life and the fragrance of flowers.

The illusory Yang Yi stared at all this calmly, speechless, and suddenly in the life mark of Xiao Yang Yi, a figure covered in a black robe and carrying a huge black scythe appeared, and his face was even a little unclear, completely wrapped in a black robe.

Looking at the black figure, the illusory young man Yang Yi muttered to himself, "Is this what the god of death looks like?"

The god of death seemed to hear the words of illusory Yang Yi, and suddenly raised his eyes that were shrouded in black robes, as black as Mozi, without any human emotion, cold.

The god of death seemed to sense that the illusory Yang Yi came to the void of the future and did not belong to the current world, so he withdrew his indifferent eyes, and took the long black scythe and walked towards Xiao Yang Yi's life mark step by step.

The illusory Yang Yi calmly looked at the steps of the god of death, and his heart was unwavering, because he knew that the god of death could not take away the life mark of Xiao Yang Yi in a coma this time, and if he was taken away this time, he would have long since ceased to exist and was already at the end of his life.

Although the god of death walked very slowly, the distance was not far, and Xiao Yang Yi, who was standing in a coma from time to time, glanced at Xiao Yang Yi without pity in Mozi's dark eyes, and the black sickle in his hand was slowly raised, harvesting Xiao Yang Yi's life mark, and at the moment when the black sickle wanted to harvest Xiao Yang Yi's life mark.

Suddenly, the life mark of Xiao Yang Yi in the coma suddenly trembled slightly, and a slightly faint life qi came out of his body, although it was very small, it was full of vitality.

The god of death felt the surge of life in the unconscious Xiao Yang Yi, stopped the black sickle in his hand, and showed a hint of surprise with a calm expression.

"Hey, hasn't the hour come yet?" Death withdrew the black scythe in his hand and muttered to himself, glancing at Xiao Yang Yi who was in a coma after speaking, and his figure disappeared, as if he had never come, silently.

The illusory Yang Yi looked at this scene and sighed: "It turned out that my former self brushed shoulders with death, but in the end I survived. ”

As the aunt injected the medicine into Xiao Yang Yi's blood, Xiao Yang Yi's hot forehead slowly returned to normal, and his closed eyes slowly opened, but he felt that the scenery in front of him seemed very blurry, a little unclear, and his brain seemed to be unusually chaotic.

"Mom. Xiao Yang, who woke up, also called softly to his aunt, wanting to raise his hand to touch his "mother", but his hand was very heavy, no matter how hard he tried, it was difficult to lift, and the distance was as close as a stone's throw away, but it was the distance between heaven and earth, and it seemed unreachable.

"Kids. The teary-eyed aunt looked at Xiao Yang Yi who woke up and called softly, and the figure took the initiative to come over, holding Xiao Yang Yi's head in her arms and calling softly.

Xiao Yang only felt that he was lying in his mother's warm arms at the moment, very warm and auspicious, as if he had found the strongest support, and slowly fell into a deep sleep again.

Cousin Zhang Jing watched his brother Yang Yi wake up, with a smile on his face, tears and snot fainting together may seem a little dirty, but it is still difficult to hide the joy in his heart, perhaps unconsciously this strong brotherhood has long been engraved in the blood of cousin Zhang Jing.

The world can collapse, but my cousin can't!

As Xiao Yang Yi woke up briefly, everyone's solemn expressions slowly let go and became much more relaxed, after all, in the eyes of everyone, Xiao Yang Yi's childhood was too miserable, if death deprived Xiao Yang Yi of his life at this time, God would indeed seem too cruel to Xiao Yangyi.

A sharp pain suddenly came from the soles of my uncle's feet, and the pain of the muscles being torn reached the center of my uncle's brain, and the scarlet blood trickled down the entire soles of my feet, which looked a little terrifying.

After the aunt resolved the danger of Xiao Yang Yi's life, she immediately cleaned the wound on her uncle's foot, and this slightly fat man helped his uncle bandage the wound in a short time with his superb medical skills, and he didn't even have time to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and finally breathed a heavy sigh of relief after doing all this.

The illusory Yang Yi looked at all this silently, and his tears had already turned into crystal rain and dew, falling slowly, silently.

He wanted to scream very much, but he was still locked in his throat by the countercurrent of time and space, and he couldn't make a sound, so he could only silently slide his eyes across everyone's faces, wanting to remember it deeper and more indelible.

At this moment, the aunt is like the mother of Xiao Yang Yi in a coma, gently stroking Xiao Yang Yi's cheek, and the strong love is sprinkled on the sleeping little boy in her arms, she may be Xiao Yang Yi's biological mother at this moment.

In his sleep, Yang Yi slept very peacefully, because Xiao Yang also felt that he was lying in his mother's arms at this time, this feeling had never been had after his parents said goodbye, this feeling may be because his aunt and his mother have the same blood flowing in it.

Some people say that mother's love is great, in addition to selflessness and dedication, I think another greatness of mother's love is also because mother's love cannot be replaced, everything in the world can be copied, only mother's love can not be copied, because it is the engraving of the blood of life, life is given and continued.

No matter how long the dream is, it will eventually wake up, and no matter how familiar the breath is, it will be diffused in the air, but the most real maternal love has not come to Xiao Yang Yi's side at this moment, and has come to the beloved son he misses day and night.

"Child, are you awake?" the aunt asked softly as she looked at Xiao Yang who woke up in her arms.

"Auntie. Xiao Yang also shouted weakly.

Auntie's happy expression was immediately engraved on her brow, and she continued to ask softly, "Do you want to eat anything?" ”

"Auntie, I'm thirsty and want to drink ice water. Xiao Yang also said with dry lips.

The aunt touched Xiao Yang Yi's forehead dotingly, and comforted softly: "Xiao Yang Yi is sick and can't drink ice, I'll pour you a cup of boiling water, and drink ice water when you're well." "When my aunt was about to get up.

Suddenly, Zhang Jing, who was lying at Xiao Yang Yi's feet, suddenly woke up, ran to Xiao Yang Yi's side, showed a big smile, and said, "I'll go, Brother Yang Yi, I'll pour water for you." After saying that, he ran away.

"Zhang Jing, slow down, don't burn yourself. Auntie's voice came through the door.

"Got it, Mom. Zhang Jing replied indifferently.

Zhang Jing struggled to raise his hand to the huge thermos flask as high as him, tilted the mouth of the bottle hard, poured the boiling water in the bottle into the water cup, and after a while, carefully handed the cup full of hot water to Xiao Yang Yi.

"Brother Yang Yi, you drink water. Zhang Jing said with a happy face, and there were still some slightly dried tears on his face.

The aunt took the hot water cup handed over by her son, blew it lightly, slowly helped Xiao Yang Yi up, and fed it gently, very gently, very gently.

Not long after Xiao Yang Yi woke up, Zhang Jing notified his grandfather, grandmother, uncle and aunt, and everyone surrounded Xiao Yang Yi and kept asking, and the aunt was completely relieved after checking Xiao Yang Yi's condition.

Seeing that Xiao Yang was also out of danger, the uncle also climbed into bed and went to sleep, after all, he also felt a little tired.

At this moment, Xiao Yang also felt that silent love, sometimes everyone may not reveal it like his aunt and grandmother, but he just hid it deep in his heart.

The illusory Yang Yi looked at his former self and woke up in his aunt's arms, knowing that it was time to leave, with a happy smile on his face slowly dissipating into the void, no one to say goodbye, but he hid his love in his heart.

A path of osmanthus fragrance, ink rhyme, a drop of ink fragrance, a piece of paper song, thousands of entanglements............ A plain umbrella, dressed in white, walking alone in this rainy season, dripping hair, drenching the corners of clothes, in the drizzle, thoughts drifting away with the wind, there is love, the world is not lonely.