"Why hasn't the patient woken up yet? It's been four days, such a handsome guy can't be a vegetative person, right?"

"It's very likely! But this person is really unlucky, he came back from the United States, just arrived at Nortel to report, but when he went upstairs, he fell on the stairs and suffered an intracranial hemorrhage. What's even more unfortunate is that it is just in time for the summer vacation, there is no one in the teaching building, and I lie on the stairs for an hour or two before I am found. ”

"Nortel's teacher will definitely act in a TV series like Huang Lei, he is still more handsome than Huang Lei, and if he acts in a TV series, he will definitely be popular. Lying in bed like this now, God is so cruel. Hey, if only my boyfriend were so handsome!"

"Have you seen the story of Sleeping Beauty? He's a sleeping prince now, and if you kiss him, maybe he'll wake up. Would you like to try it?"

"I hate it, Sister Jiajia, people aren't so colorful!"

……

In the haze, Zhang Ran became conscious, and heard sporadic words coming from his ears. He wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't, he found himself trapped in the infinite darkness, no matter how much he struggled, no matter how much he ran forward, he could not escape from this endless darkness.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Ran suddenly saw a little light, and hope was rekindled in his withered heart, he shouted, desperately running towards that light.

Almost at the same time, a surprised tip appeared in the room: "Sister Jiajia, the patient has moved, his hand is moving, is he going to wake up!"

"Quick, call the doctor!"

A rush of footsteps came from far and near, stopping in front of Zhang Ran. At this moment, Zhang Ran suddenly opened his eyes, and the strong light shone on his face, making him involuntarily squint his eyes and turn his head sideways, and when he twisted his neck, there was a sharp headache on his head, which made him gasp.

, what's wrong with me?

When Zhang Ran opened his eyes again, the face of a strange middle-aged man came into his eyes, the hot air sprayed from under the wide nose and touched his face, and the white teeth in the cracked mouth were like a giant beast about to eat people.

The middle-aged man saw Zhang Ran open his eyes, smiled and asked, "You woke up, how do you feel?"

Zhang Ran's eyes were blank.

Seeing Zhang Ran stunned, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes: "Can you hear me, what is this?"

Zhang Ran's eyes moved, and the focus of his gaze fell on the middle-aged man, noticing the white coat on his body, and realizing that this person was a doctor.

He looked around the room and saw that it was an intensive care unit, with plenty of space and all kinds of facilities. I'm in the hospital, what's wrong with me?

Seeing that Zhang Ran did not respond to his question at all, the doctor patted Zhang Ran's face, and then stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes: "Can you see my hand clearly?"

Zhang Ran spit out a few words with difficulty: "Yes, but what's wrong with me?"

"You fell down the stairs, you had an intracranial hemorrhage, you were in a coma for five days, and now you're fine. The doctor breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhang Ran speak, and then began to conduct an examination.

I fell down the stairs, who am I, what do I do?

Zhang Ran's mind was confused and he couldn't remember, but he didn't give up, tried his best to go back, and soon remembered who he was. My name is Zhang Ran, I graduated from the Department of Photography of Shanghai Opera, and I hope that one day I can transform into a director like Zhang Yimou and become famous in the world!

It's just that imagination is beautiful, reality is cruel, and soon after graduation, I offended a big man on the set, and I had no possibility of gaining a foothold in the film and television industry. Later, I ran a movie website, and I took the route of pirated high-definition movies, and many movies that were being screened could be watched at the first time. My website is running well, and I am well-known in the circle, with millions of dollars a year.

However, being a pirated website is not a long-term solution after all, and I still have hope hidden in my heart, hoping that one day I will be able to make the movie I want, and prove to the people who drove me out of the film industry that I Zhang Ran is something you can't ban.

Therefore, after making some money from making a movie website, I started making micro-films, honing my skills through micro-films, and when I had enough funds, I could make real movies.

My first two short films were well received, and although I didn't make any money, my directing skills have really improved. In this case, I started the shooting of the third micro-film.

Unexpectedly, at the filming site, the crystal lamps on the ceiling suddenly fell, and seeing that they were about to fall on the little actors in the crew, I pushed away the little girl who was scared silly under the crystal lamps, and the string of crystal lamps all fell on my head.

Zhang Ran remembered the doctor's words just now, and realized that something was wrong, I was hit by a crystal lamp, not from the stairs, did they make a mistake, or did they think I was someone else?

At this moment, a tidal wave of information suddenly emerged from his mind.

Zhang Ran was like an electric shock, trembling all over, and the whole person was stunned.

It was not ordinary information, but a memory, the memory of another person, the memory of a man who fell down the stairs.

It was a strange feeling, just like when he remembered what happened before the crystal lamp fell, those memories would clearly appear in his mind, and the extra memories in his mind now were also the same feelings, but these memories obviously belonged to another person.

Seeing Zhang Ran's eyes wide, the doctor's mouth was open enough to stuff a goose egg, and he stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes: "What's wrong with you?"

"Not much, it's just a little headache!" Zhang Ran shook his head and didn't tell the doctor the truth. If they really said it, they would definitely bring in psychiatric doctors, Zhang Ran was not so stupid.

Stunned for a moment, no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure it out, Zhang Ran had to reluctantly calm himself down and read the extra memories.

Reading and reading, although Zhang Ran's expression was calm, an unconcealable shock appeared in the depths of his eyes again.

The owner of the memory is also named Zhang Ran, with the same name, and has an unparalleled love for movies, but the experiences of the two are completely different, that Zhang Ran was born in 77 and is a master's degree in directing at the University of California, Los Angeles.

That Zhang Ran originally studied acting, graduated from the University of California, Los Angeles with a bachelor's degree in acting, but it is almost impossible for a Chinese to learn acting in the United States. Zunlong and Chen Chong are relatively veteran Chinese actors in the United States, but look at how many scenes they have filmed over the years? It is really difficult for Chinese actors to develop in the United States. Therefore, Zhang Ran began to study directing courses in his junior year and was successfully admitted to the graduate school of the directing department.

The situation in the directing department is better, but not much better. After graduation, Zhang Ran couldn't find a good job and could only do chores on the set, and the success of Ang Lee's "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" gave him hope.

At the beginning, Ang Lee's situation after graduating from New York University was similar to Zhang Ran, or even worse, Ang Lee couldn't find a suitable job, so he could only show people equipment, do drama work, and be responsible for blocking onlookers. Later, Ang Lee became a coolie, carrying sandbags, carrying machines, and some technical things, all of which did not have his share.

In desperation, Ang Lee returned to Taiwan and wrote the script "Pushing Hands", so he won a bonus of 400,000 yuan. He used the money to make "Pushing Hands" into a movie and became famous in one fell swoop.

Ang Lee's success made Zhang Ran realize that if he wanted to make a movie, he didn't have to be in the United States, and instead of wasting time in the United States, it was better to return to China and give it a go. With great ambition, he resolutely returned to China, and on the recommendation of a friend, he chose to teach at Nortel. But I didn't want to report when I first arrived at Nortel, and when I went upstairs, I stepped on the air and buried everything.

Zhang Ran's body trembled slightly, not knowing how to explain all this, it was so unbelievable that his brain almost stopped responding.

I wasn't in 2015, but in 2001?

Zhang Ran looked up at the doctor and asked in a dry voice, "Doctor, is this year 2001?"

"That's right, otherwise what year do you think it's ?" The doctor couldn't help but be happy when he heard this, chuckled and patted Zhang Ran on the shoulder, "Your condition is fine, don't think so much!"

Zhang Ran didn't answer, my heart turned upside down, and I became another person, a person with the same name and surname as me!

I'm back in 2001, back in 14 years!

My current identity is a young teacher who came to Nortel from the United States to teach, and I am 24 years old this year!

Zhang Ran suddenly remembered that a buddy who graduated from Nortel once said to himself that one of Nortel's top ten unlucky ghosts, one of them was a teacher who came back from the United States, and on the day of the report, he stepped on the air and fell down the stairs, and died with a whimper.

He somewhat understood what was going on, he should have been stoned to death by the crystal lamp, but his consciousness did not die, but traveled to 2001, and directly replaced the consciousness of the teacher with the same name as himself, who fell to his death, and came back to life again as this teacher.

Zhang Ran looked at the snow-white ceiling, feeling a little dazed, this was too unbelievable, he was completely beyond his cognition, he didn't know what his future would be, and he didn't know what he would do next.

After a while, Zhang Ran finally figured it out, things are already like this, there is no choice at all, it is impossible to expect God to let him go back to 2015, he can only take one step at a time.

Nortel's identity as a teacher is good, and before I find a better way out, I will be Nortel's teacher!

Two and a half hours later, the examination data came out, and the doctor looked at the report in his hand and couldn't believe it, Zhang Ran's condition was completely recovered, not at all like an intracranial hemorrhage, but like a slight concussion, which was a miracle.

Zhang Ran looked at the doctor's look of hell, and sighed in his heart, is the problem very serious? I am about to burp as soon as I am reborn? Is it a terminal illness, AIDS, cancer, or what? It can't be so unlucky, right? He asked tentatively: "Doctor, what's wrong with me?"

The doctor shook his head, although this was completely unreasonable, but he still expressed his judgment based on his experience: "Your condition is good, the speed of recovery is unbelievable, but because of the brain injury, you must stay in the hospital for a period of time to see if there are any other sequelae, if you don't find any problems, then you can be discharged." ”