Zhao Lan was woken up by the sound of speech.

She opened her eyes and saw the light brown roof.

Her brain stalled for a moment.

Isn't she already dead?

Zhao Lan clearly remembered the feeling of her dying life, which was a kind of extreme nostalgia and powerless sorrow, she looked at the grief-stricken faces of her parents, saw the tears in the corners of her mother's eyes, and saw her father's clenched fist.

At that time, the doctor said that she only had two years to live, and she should thank God for allowing her to survive for five years, from the age of sixteen to twenty, and her best youth was spent in the hospital.

Before she died, she signed her name on the voluntary body donation agreement. Then she closed her eyes, and the last memory in her mind was her mother's heart-rending call for Lan Lan.

Why, she is conscious again? Where is this, hell or heaven?

"Mom, Via's awake,"

She heard the voice of a stranger, speaking in a language she didn't understand at all.

At this moment, a face came into her sight,

She was stunned, it was a very young boy, about twenty years old, with light brown curly hair, brown eyes, a straight nose, and bulging eyebrow bones, obviously he was Caucasian.

She sat up abruptly from the bed.

At this moment, a strange memory came flooding in without warning, mixed with her original memory.

She had a headache and had to lower her head while hiding the shock in her eyes.

She actually got a new life through someone else's body.

The girl's name was Via Levitt, she was sixteen years old, and the place was thousands of miles away in Switzerland.

Via's memories are not good, and even a little gloomy.

She was born prematurely, and she has been in poor health since she was a child, and she has been suffering from major and minor illnesses.

When she was six years old, her parents were killed in a car accident in Zurich.

She had to live with her grandmother, an Algerian immigrant who was Islamic, conservative, eccentric and paranoid and lived alone in a dilapidated house halfway up the mountain.

Grandmother did not like Via, restricted her freedom of access, made the sick girl do all the housework, yelled at her at every turn, and forcibly instilled in her some strange thoughts, such as not being allowed to cut her hair, not to wear makeup, not to talk to the opposite sex, and to wear a hat when going out.

Under such words and deeds, Via's life is like a year, every day is depressed, the originally cheerful little girl becomes more and more withdrawn, and has a strict social barrier.

She doesn't dare to talk to strangers, always bows her head, avoids eye contact with others, hates the proximity of others, from elementary school to junior high school, she doesn't make a single friend, she is always alone, she is strict and unsociable, she is a monster in the eyes of her peers, and she is teased by many naughty children. Her grades were also very poor, none of her classes satisfied the teachers, and the teachers didn't like her either.

Her emotions were all filled with negative energy, she hated her deceased parents, hated her grandmother, hated the world, and even tried to commit suicide.

A week ago, Via's grandmother fell on the mountain and became ill, and died after a few days in her hospital bed.

No one in the village wanted to attend her grandmother's funeral, only the village chief helped her bury her on the top of the hill.

In this way, Via became an orphan, and the village chief checked her file and found that she had relatives in other states, so he tried to contact them one by one, and one family expressed their willingness to adopt her.

So a day earlier, she had arrived here, a small village called Felt Morgen. It was the first time she had traveled far away, and after only two hours by train and half an hour by bus, she fell ill.

She got off the bus with her strength and suddenly fainted without taking two steps.

Overnight, Zhao Lan became her.

"How are you feeling right now?" The young boy asked her with concern.

Via couldn't understand a word.

She remembers a language, having lived in a French-speaking village where she is a native French speaker and studied English in primary and junior high school.

But she still didn't understand.

The young boy was also aware of the problem, and immediately changed to fluent French and said again, "How are you feeling now?" ”

This time, she understood,

"I'm fine," she said in a hoarse voice, uttering a completely unfamiliar language, with a hint of hesitation, a hint of hesitation.

The young boy breathed a sigh of relief, "You had a high fever last night, and my mother and I took care of you for the night, and if you don't wake up, we're going to take you to the hospital." ”

No wonder she was wet, slimy, and covered in sweat.

"Thanks," Viagra said in French, completely instinctively.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce, I'm your distant cousin Dick, Dick Levitt, and my father is your father's cousin," the young boy introduced himself.

Sensing Dick's gentleness and friendliness, Via smiled at him,

"Hello."

"Do you want to drink water?"

Being watched by a pair of quiet and pure black eyes of the girl, he felt inexplicably nervous, he felt that his cousin really didn't look like someone from the Levitt family.

At this time, the door was pushed open from the outside, and a somewhat fat middle-aged woman walked in, she also had brown hair, but her eyes were blue, and when she saw Weiya, she had some surprise on her face, and came over to hug her,

"Thank God you're finally awake."

Via still couldn't understand her words, but the woman's embrace warmed her heart.

"Mother, Via doesn't understand German," Dick reminded.

Manina let go of Via, "That's a real problem, you're the only one in our family who knows French." ”

Saying that, Manina touched Via's face, "It's finally normal, I'll go get you some breakfast, you haven't eaten since last night, you must be hungry." ”

Manina immediately got up and walked briskly downstairs.

Dick translated his mother's words and said, "My mother is like that, more enthusiastic, you will get used to it," and Dick was worried that Via would not be pleased.

He had already heard some "deeds" about Via. Rumor has it that she has a strange personality, is taciturn, doesn't like to talk, doesn't like to socialize with people, hates physical contact, and has had conflicts with many people, just like a rat crossing the street.

Upon learning that his parents were going to take custody of her, Dick was actually against it, and he didn't want a freak in his happy home.

But now, looking at her appearance, it seems that it is not the same as in the rumors, and sure enough, the rumors can't be believed.

Dick spoke to Via, and his mother called him downstairs.

The room where Via was located was spacious. The gates are painted green, the walls are elaborately decorated with warm wallpaper, and some small colorful pendants are hung on the walls. The floor was covered with carpets and tiles, and in front of the bed was a wooden wardrobe and a table, and the wooden chairs in front of the table seemed to be handmade and polished.

Via's gaze finally fell on the window, and she got up from the bed and walked barefoot to the window.

Her vision became extremely wide at this moment,

Is the smoky mountain in the distance the Alps? Starting from the top of the mountain, the white sky slowly transitions down into a patch of green, and finally connects with the meadow, which seems to glow in the sun, which is really a picture that can be used as a postcard.

Her parents once said that the thing they regretted the most was that they were busy with work when she was a child and did not take her out to see the world.

Wei Ya looked at the beautiful scenery in front of her without blinking, did God pity her and give her this new opportunity?

When she saw herself in the mirror again, she just wanted to ask, why was such a girl ostracized?

At first glance, she does not look like a white person, her eyes are black, her hair is also black, and her facial features are softer and more oriental. Under the control of her grandmother, her hair is very long, up to her waist, black and elegant, she has stayed at home for a long time and does not go out, her skin is the same as that of her who has not been out for five years in her previous life, she is pale, and she can see the blood vessels flowing inside.

The most beautiful thing is her eyes, the eyeballs are very dark, like a clear spring, clear to the bottom, and the big pupils are looking at herself with a little doubt and curiosity at the moment.

Because of her illness, she stopped paying attention to her appearance after the age of sixteen, but before the age of sixteen, she was recognized by everyone as a beauty, and the good genes of her parents were aggregated to the extreme in her.

How proud she was of her beauty.

And she inherited not only her appearance from her parents, but also their musical talent. Her father was a composer and her mother was a pianist.

She began to study piano with her mother at the age of five, and was recommended by her mother to a professor to study vocal music, the professor said that she had an amazing talent for singing.

But her dreams came to an abrupt end because of leukemia, and she was never able to enter college again. Later, she slowly lost weight, her whole body was in a state of swelling for a long time, the pain did not torture her day and night, she had to fight against death every day, after receiving chemotherapy, she began to lose her hair, and before she died, she had no hair.

The delicate and slender fingertips slid through the long hair, cool, with some weight, and this feeling made her happy.

She's really alive again.

She was grateful to God for giving her another chance to live.