Chapter 1: Reborn on the Line of Death

In the dark room, Wang Ming woke up sweating profusely, and before he could realize what was happening, a piercing pain came from his head, that pain came from the soul, and it could not be described in any words, even if it was the most cruel punishment in the world, it was less than one ten-thousandth!

Wang Ming let out a painful wail, grabbed his hair fiercely with both hands, bit his lip hard, and soon couldn't bear the pain, howling and rolling from the bed to the floor, struggling, rolling, hitting the wall, and instantly he lost all other sensations in his body, only one word: pain!

This kind of pain makes people have no concept of time, no concept of space, not even thought, I don't know how long it has passed, maybe a minute, an hour, a day, or even a century, Wang Ming curled up and lay on the floor.

As if a bloody light flashed in the dark night, Wang Ming's eyes slowly opened, the capillaries of his eyeballs had cracked, and the first thing that caught his eye was a blood-red world.

Wang Ming struggled to sit up from the floor, moved his body, leaned against the wall, looked at the ceiling with confused eyes, and a mixed taste was rejected in his mouth, with pathos! Be grateful! There is bitterness! There is sweetness! It's more sad!

In the dark night, Wang Ming took out a box of unfinished cigarettes at the head of the bed, lit one with trembling hands, took a hard breath, and spit out a long smoke, as if all the loneliness and pain were floating in the air with this smoke and gradually dissipated.

He wanted to calm himself down, and the impact of a large amount of unbelievable information on his brain made him fall into a dream, unable to distinguish between dream and reality.

In the first picture after waking up, in Yang Yang's begging for mercy and desperate screams, he hugged him and jumped from the place where Guan Ying fell. How could he not have died? Was it all a dream?

No, it can't be, the trajectory of twenty years of life is imprinted in his memory, and everything is so real, it can't be a dream.

What if those memories weren't dreams?

Wang Ming suddenly realized something, got up from the ground as fast as he could, turned on the switch, and the incomparably familiar room appeared in front of his eyes. This is the house that my parents left for me, and I sold it after graduating from college!

An unbelievable thought poured into Wang Ming's mind, could it be that God heard his wish and gave himself a chance to be reborn!

Wait a minute!!! What year is today? What day is it?

Wang Ming frantically rummaged for tools that could determine the time, and finally saw the date 2000.3.08, 19:30 on the familiar telephone in the living room.

March 8th, today is March 8th, it is the nightmare day of 20 years ago in my memory, after this day, Wang Ming's life has no sunshine, no love, only endless darkness.

"Half past seven! Ha Lu Ha, half past seven! The tears in his eyes couldn't help but gush out, Wang Ming laughed wildly, and muttered: "It's still time, it's still time!" ”

Wang Ming wiped his tears, gritted his teeth and said, "Yang Yang, you wait for me, I'll go to you now." Guan Ying is waiting for me, waiting for me, I will definitely save you! ”

Wang Ming rushed out of the door, stopped a taxi at the entrance of the community, sat in and didn't wait for the driver to speak, he looked at the driver and said, "How long does it take to get from here to Lingyi University!" ”

The driver saw that Wang Ming's eyes were blood-red, and there was still the smell of wine on his body, so he hesitated for a moment and said, "If you don't get stuck in traffic, it will look like fifty minutes to an hour!" ”

Wang Ming took out 500 yuan and put it on the dashboard of the taxi, "Half an hour to rush to Linge University, all this money is yours!" ”

The driver's eyes lit up, it is now 2000, and in the case of earning two or three hundred for a night shift, five hundred is not equal to the income of a night shift. He collected the money as fast as he could, "Sit down!" ”

The driver suddenly started the car, ran wildly over Ringy University at the fastest speed, and fought for two hundred yuan, even if he was fined by the traffic police, there were only two hundred left, and three hundred were worth fighting.

"It's too late, it's going to be too late!" Wang Ming told himself over and over again that for Wang Ming, this is the speed of life and death, and it is the time for him to race against death! He only knew that Lu Dao Guan Ying was killed tonight, and he couldn't be sure what time it was, so he could only return to school as quickly as possible.

Blowing the cold wind, the memories of the last twenty-four hours of his previous life came to Wang Ming's mind like a tide, it was the day of the class reunion, and the shocking changes of this night made him reborn.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Wang Ming calmly walked into the Haoyue Hotel, walked through the luxurious hall, took the elevator to the banquet hall, and sat down in a corner where no one noticed.

Today is the day of the alumni reunion, and as usual, the focus is Yang Yang, the current mayor of Chunchang City.

Yang Yang, a senior student of the Department of Chinese at Lingji University, is synonymous with Gao Fushuai. The grades from elementary school to high school were always the first in the class, and it was not until I met Wang Ming in college that this record was broken, and the battle between the two began from the beginning of admission. The class president, the propaganda minister, and the president of the student union, the two ended in Wang Ming's victory every time they fought the most.

And that accident was the point where the fate of the two changed.

After the accident, Wang Ming fell into pain and regret and couldn't extricate himself, and his aura gradually faded. And Yang Yang was not affected, and continued to move forward, as if he was supported by a nobleman, step by step. Twenty years later, he has become the parent official of 8 million people in Chun Chang City, the capital of Nyingll Province.

Only a mature and beautiful woman in the corner looked at Wang Ming in surprise, as if she couldn't believe that this was the boy who surprised the campus back then.

Wang Ming's early hair, the pain in her eyes that could not be concealed, made her pity, heartache, and remorse all kinds of complex emotions rise from her heart: "How did he grow like this? ”

Or is it because of the events of the year? Didn't he let go? Has he spent more than 20 years in remorse? The red wine in the cup was poured into her throat again and again, Tian Nina's eyes became more and more misty, and after the other classmates either greeted or cared or pretended to care, Tian Nina had an impulse in her heart and walked in front of Wang Ming with firm steps.

After seeing the comer, the pain in Wang Ming's eyes slowly receded, revealing a smile: "Nina, long time no see!" You okay? ”

Tian Nina is even more heartbroken, is she afraid that others will see his pain? She leaned forward, stretched her head over, and stuck it on the side of Wang Ming's face, and the hot breath exhaled from her red lips sprayed into Wang Ming's ears like a surge, and whispered: "Come out with me!" ”

Wang Ming frowned slightly, is it like people often say that the class reunion is the lover's club, what does she want to do with herself? Then she was wrong, she could have rejected her twenty years ago, and she would have rejected her today.

"Guan Ying's death is not an accident, she is not a suicide!"

By the time Tian Nina's figure disappeared, Wang Ming had not woken up from the shock, Guan Ying didn't commit suicide? Guan Ying didn't commit suicide!

Wang Ming suspected this matter more than once back then, and secretly investigated!

However, the appearance of the suicide note, the police investigation of the scene, and the testimony of the students all indicate that Guan Ying committed suicide. For twenty years, Wang Ming has been living in remorse, if the two had not had a misunderstanding that day, she would not have drunk unconscious, and she would not have chosen to die. This thought no longer gnaws at Wang Ming's heart all the time! This is also the source of Wang Ming's pain!

The truth? What the hell is the truth!