Cheng Xiaoyu regained consciousness again, and he no longer knew how long he had been asleep in the long river of time. He felt like chaos was in his head. I feel like I have two memories parallel in my mind, like I have lived twice. Cheng Xiaoyu tried very hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't do it no matter how hard he struggled.

There was a faint sound of speech in my ears, but I couldn't hear anything clearly. After the voice disappeared, the piano music sounded again, and Cheng Xiaoyu could vaguely distinguish that it was Chopin's Nocturne in E flat major. Then Cheng Xiaoyu was stimulated by the soothing sound of the piano keys, and the melody echoed in his mind.

This piece was obviously very familiar to him, and suddenly his mind flashed to the experience of learning the piano when he was young, and countless images rushed to him for a while. The stern gaze of her mother, the blue scars on her back from being beaten by a hanger after she played the wrong note, the uncomfortable expression of her mother after her migraine, and the sound of Chopin trying to soothe her by playing Chopin in tears.

However, these memories are something that the music director himself has never experienced.

Cheng Xiaoyu woke up suddenly in various tangled pictures, opened his eyes and was wearing a seat belt, lying on the airbag that exploded from the steering wheel.

His head was wet and uncomfortable, and Cheng Xiaoyu reached out and touched it with red blood.

At a glance, the windshield was covered with cobweb-like cracks. Cheng Xiaoyu shook his muddy head, and blurted out "Damn, wasn't Lao Tzu hit?" How the got hit in the car. ”

Before I had time to remember, I saw a person lying in front of me under the illumination of the headlights, and a girl in a long skirt was seen carefully.

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't care about thinking carefully about what was going on, so he could only unbuckle his seat belt and get out of the car to see the situation. When I got out of the car, my leg hurt terribly, and I endured the pain in my heart and limped towards the girl.

What caught my eye was that the unconscious girl and the stall under her slowly expanded the bloodstains, which scared Cheng Xiaoyu's seven souls out of the six souls, and took out the mobile phone from his pants with a swish, and didn't dare to think about it when he saw that it was not his IPONE6, and directly dialed 120 and 110 to call the police.

Cheng Xiaoyu squatted down tremblingly after calling the police, and probed the girl's snort with his fingers, fortunately, although the breathing was weak, it had not disappeared.

Cheng Xiaoyu's heart calmed down a little at this time.

Although the girl looked badly injured, the injuries to the car were not very severe, except for the front windshield, only the right headlight was cracked and the front trunk was deformed.

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't dare to look at the Ferrari he had dreamed of, but looked at the girl lying on the ground in horror and didn't know what to do.

The girl is a bit on the thin side, but her legs are long and curved in a wonderful arc. Her long dark and smooth hair covered half of her face, but her soft silhouette and sparkling complexion let people know that she must be a beauty. She wore a long white lace dress and a light gray woolen cardigan, lying in a pool of dark red blood like a beautiful oil painting.

Cheng Xiaoyu also knew that he shouldn't feel like this, but he just felt very beautiful now, the beauty was very bewitching, and the beauty made him forget the pain on his body and forget the tension.

He didn't notice that someone was behind him and took a lot of photos with his mobile phone.

While he was still staring at this beautiful woman in a daze, 110 and 120 had not yet come. There were cries and winds from behind him, and before Cheng Xiaoyu could turn around, he was slapped back again and again by a rhythmless slap.

Cheng Xiaoyu turned her head and saw that it was a forty or fifty-year-old woman with tears in the corners of her eyes, dressed very shabby, while shouting, "You brute, why did you hit my daughter." While punching and kicking Cheng Xiaoyu.

Cheng Xiaoyu is also extremely aggrieved, Lao Tzu doesn't know anything the fuck! I was also a victim, and I just wanted to shout out, but my memory gradually became clearer.

He is no longer the Cheng Xiaoyu of the music director, he is now an out-and-out rich second generation.

This is not the plane that belongs to the music director, but another parallel plane.

Although he couldn't remember how he had bumped into the girl, there was no explanation for it at the moment other than that he had hit her.

Cheng Xiaoyu could only hold his head, silently endure the punches and kicks, and said in his heart, "Don't slap your face." But I don't know that his current dignity really makes a big difference whether he fights or not.

Before 110 came, the ambulance came first.

Cheng Xiaoyu held up the middle-aged woman who was crying and crying and was already tired of beating him, and said, "Auntie, you want to fight, you will fight, let's save people first, okay?" Anyway, I'll be responsible for this matter to the end. ”

When the middle-aged woman saw the ambulance coming, she quickly pounced on the doctor and nurse and shouted, "Save my daughter." "The voice is a little dry, so it doesn't seem very poignant.

Several medical staff made a preliminary diagnosis of the unconscious girl lying on the ground, and found that her heartbeat and breathing were still normal, so they carefully carried her onto a stretcher. I was quickly sent to an ambulance.

Another nurse asked Cheng Xiaoyu where it hurt, and Cheng Xiaoyu said that her head and legs hurt very much. The nurse beckoned Cheng Xiaoyu to get into the ambulance together.

The ambulance pulled the whining alarm and began to speed towards the hospital. Cheng Xiaoyu saw 110 passing by in the window.

The woman also followed the ambulance, and the nurse advised her to wait, but she didn't do it, but she had to squeeze in. This makes the already cramped ambulance even more crowded.

Cheng Xiaoyu's hands were still a little shaky at this time, and he was also afraid that he would really kill someone, so he asked worriedly, "She should be fine, right?" ”

The doctor with the mask glanced at Cheng Xiaoyu and said sullenly, "It's okay for the time being, it's hard to say specifically." Then he asked, "How old are you?" Do you have a driver's license? ”

Cheng Xiaoyu suddenly woke up. The person who lives in this space is also called Cheng Xiaoyu in San Francisco's Chinatown, and his English name is RAIN, and he is the illegitimate son of the chairman of Shanghe Records Co., Ltd., the largest record company in China. Now he has returned to China from the United States and will be 17 years old in a few days.

In the RAIN world, China and the United States are superpowers. After the end of the First World War, China's diplomacy at the Versailles Peace Conference did not fail, and achieved unprecedented success, and the continuous development of Chinese national capitalism further strengthened the strength of the Chinese bourgeoisie and proletariat, and provided the material and class foundation for the turning point of Chinese society. This was a turning point in history, when China defeated Japan in World War II and played a decisive role in supporting Russia's counter-attack on Germany.

After World War II, together with the United States, it embarked on the road of rapid development, and the world formed a bipolar world pattern between the United States and China. In this parallel world, Hong Kong and Macau were returned to China after World War II, and Taiwan was not divided. South Korea, Japan and Russia have become the little brother of China, and a large number of Chinese traditional culture has been exported overseas, and Chinese opera, folk songs, kung fu, martial arts, Go, and kung fu movies have swept the world.

Obviously, Cheng Xiaoyu at this time had already preserved his soul or memory in some unknown way, and had traveled to Cheng Xiaoyu's mind in another parallel world. Or in Zhuang Zhou's words, I don't know if Zhuang Zhou became a butterfly in his dream, or a butterfly became Zhuang Zhou in his dream. Anyway, for Cheng Xiaoyu at this time, Cheng Xiaoyu, as the music director, should be a dream.

But this is a good thing, at least he has now broken away from the identity of a fart struggling in real life and has become a dream rich second generation.

Oh, maybe he's still a pseudo-rich second generation, because he's just an illegitimate child. http://www.qidian.com

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