That year, Di Cheng was covered with scars, large and small, deep and shallow, as well as multiple fractures and multiple internal organ hemorrhages, which were serious but not enough to be fatal, and the appearance of not serious but blurred flesh and blood was really shocking. It took three or four hours to clean the wound alone, and the entire operation lasted two days and two nights, with the doctors taking turns to complete it.

The success of the operation made Ye Wantong and the others feel a little relieved, but the continued coma that followed tightened everyone's hearts.

One day...... Three days...... Five-day ...... Di Cheng's eyes were closed, his face was pale, and there was no movement except for subtle breathing, as if he was going to sleep forever.

The doctor said that this was the sequelae of major surgery, and as long as the coma did not exceed ten days, it was normal, but none of them could withstand this torment. Five days later, at the strong request of Anne, the eldest grandson Qianwen left T City and came to Weijia Garden, personally serving as Di Cheng's attending doctor, and his usual smile and self-confidence eased everyone's tense hearts slightly, and their superb medical skills did not disappoint them.

On the seventh day after the operation, the house was gray and cloudy, with light rain and light snow that lasted from last night until noon, when it should have been sunny, but it turned into a damp cold, as if it was going to be cold to the bone.

Except for those who are in charge of duty and guard, most of the others are huddled in the room, either moving their bodies, drinking tea and drinking, or simply curling up in the bed to sleep. They have nothing to do now, and they really don't know what else to do but wait in silence.

Di Cheng's ward was warm, Ye Wantong, Annie, Meiyan, and Jin Yixuan, who finally got the news, accompanied him from beginning to end, no one spoke, no one frolicked, quietly waited, quietly prayed.

Like everyone else, they didn't know when Di Cheng would wake up, except to wait, or wait.

On the hospital bed, Di Cheng's breathing was calm, and his face was no longer pale and scary, but his closed eyes still hadn't opened.

Ever since he was hit hard by the 'ghost fangs' that night, Di Cheng's consciousness has fallen into boundless darkness, as if he was lost in the depths of the vast ocean, struggling to swim forward, struggling to escape, but never finding the end.

I don't know when he felt like he had returned to the past, the picture of his memory emerged little by little, a little bit of link, as if there was an invisible big hand, taking him through every stage of his life from a baby.

That year, in front of the Wei family, the boy cried and struggled heartbreakingly, calling out his sister's name.

That year, in a small mountain village with birds singing and flowers, the boy stubbornly raised his head, held back tears, and endured the whipping and punishment of the master.

That year, beside the stream and in the grove, boys and girls walked hand in hand, bouncing forward.

That year, the girl said, "My name is Meiyan, and I will be your bride in the future."

That year, the mountains collapsed, the heavens and the earth darkened, and the earth was full of devastation and mess, and the boy lost the girl, and lost everything.

That year, next to the city's garbage heap, the boy picked up the baby girl, named Yinyin, and since then they have been dependent on each other for their lives.

That year, in the desolate streets and dim alleys, the boy was in tatters, barefoot, holding the girl, picking up garbage, snatching dog food, silently resisting the mockery of fate, and living a difficult life.

That year, outside the window of the cake shop, dirty boys and girls were full of longing and yearning.

That year, on the street corners of the city, under the dim street lamps, the gangsters joined forces, shouting to kill the heavens. In the depths of the crowd, the boy brandished a machete, twisted his face, and fought wildly, his immature body full of unwillingness and stubbornness. For survival, for my sister, and for my indelible ambition.

That year, the boy made the first friend in his life, who was lame, but he taught him what it was...... Slaughter!

That year, the boy left his friends and took his sister away from the Inner Mongolia grassland.

That year, in the Gobi Desert, the boy took in a prisoner, and the same miserable experience brought them together, supported each other, depended on each other, and walked on the desolate Gobi Desert with difficulty.

That year, in the arena, the boy bit his opponent to death amid deafening cheers, and when blood soaked his body, when blood poured into his throat, when his opponent's gaze turned from hideous to desperate, the boy earned the first prize of his life.

At night, when the sky was full of stars, the boy bought fresh meat and ribs, and the three brothers and sisters wept, cried and laughed and ate their first full meal in ten years.

That year, in the depths of the vast Gobi, the boy killed the wild wolf independently, covered with scars, but his eyes were surprisingly resolute. The act of wolf hunting opens the way to training. The boy grew up in the killing and struggling, grew stronger in the accumulation of blood and corpses, and grew under the law of the prairie where the law of the jungle preyed on the strong...... He learned to be patient.

That year, the boy fought in the ring, finished Yum Xiaotianwang, and became a rookie in Hulunbuir, and since then he has frequently engaged in battles, trying to use perseverance to support the tired body and spirit, and to defend the soul and dignity with strength and killing.

That year, the boy was proud of the crowd and forged a fighting myth with his unrivaled combat power.

That year, the boy left the prairie with his sister and brother and returned to maturity.

That year, Skynet planned to extend to Huaxia and select boys in the final stage.

That year, in the secluded woods, they vowed to find their own blood and create their dreams - Tianmen!

That year, Chixiang Prison was enough to eat the living, the ghost baby roared, the five prison masters fell, and a riot set off a rebellion in the iron prison. In the death prison cemetery, the bloody battle in the torrential rain and the moment of the dead in the raging torrent, the heroes united for the first time and embarked on a thousand-mile escape road.

That year, Tianmen grew stronger, officially launched the expansion strategy, and T City rose, staining the night with blood.

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That year, in the depths of the vast snowfield, the boy was baptized by the living Buddha and became a new generation of Chinese emperors.

That year, worshipping Jiangtai, the heroes gathered, Di Cheng and the name of Tianmen shocked the world, and the black list of fame!

From childhood to adulthood, from struggle to struggle, from weak to strong, from lonely to founded the Weighbridge Royal Family.

The boy cried, laughed, and was sentimental, tired, wounded, and tired; All kinds of past events, scene by scene, bit by bit, fragmentary pictures emerge one after another in the depths of my mind, repairing broken memories, awakening sleeping feelings, and searching for my true self.

After being in a coma for so many days, Di Cheng followed the addition and change of memory, tasting the ups and downs of the past from scratch, experiencing hardship and struggle, experiencing weakness and strength, that feeling, that emotion, as if he was there, real but mysterious and intoxicating.

Di Chengcheng seems to have lived again, experienced it again, and grown again.

To perceive again, to recognize again, to find again.

It's like a dream of Nanke, and it's like an unprecedented transformation, whether it's spiritual, or **!

When all the memories were frozen in the tragic battle in the Wei family's garden, the depths of my mind returned to darkness and sedimentation again. But the mysterious feeling was deeply precipitated in my mind, and I don't know when a shaking illusory figure appeared in my consciousness.

At first, it was a simple swing of the knife and slashing, then it was to adjust the coordination of the body, and then it was the explosion and use of power.

That phantom is like Di Cheng.

Di Cheng saw himself, saw the changes in his moves, the changes in his growth, and also had magical insights and comprehensions.

When everything settled and returned to silence, Di Cheng's drowsy world of consciousness finally had a subtle feeling, as if he had found guidance in the darkness.

Hearing, sight, touch, all of them are changing from chaos to clarity.

In the evening, the sleet of early winter slowed down, the sky was dark, the air was shivering, and the warm room seduced the pajamas of everyone by the stove.

And Di Cheng's eyes slowly opened at this time.

Looking at the strange and familiar environment, feeling the clear pain and exhaustion of his body, Di Cheng did not moan or cough, but showed a heartfelt smile, very shallow, very weak, but from the soul...... I...... Di Cheng...... survived......

The first to feel Di Cheng's awakening was Fan Fan, the little girl was lying in Di Cheng's quilt, holding his arm and sleeping sweetly, maybe she felt something, opened her hazy eyes, and just saw Di Cheng's open eyes. The little girl was smart and clever, small but very sensible, she didn't deliberately frolic, but gently squirmed a few times, got into Di Cheng's arms, kissed his red little mouth on his face, and smiled sweetly: "Uncle." ”

Di Cheng recalled his memory, and naturally knew who this cute little girl was, but his attention was more on the right. In the spacious quilt, there is not only the little girl Fanfan, but also a little boy who is like a pink carving, who is also holding Di Cheng's other arm at the moment, sleeping deeply, with a little blushing and fluttering, with a bit of innocent smile. But holding Di Cheng's arm is very tight, it is a kind of attachment, a kind of worry, and a kind of lonely loneliness.

Fanfan on the left, Yaya on the right, the two little dolls each hold Di Cheng's arm, in this early winter season, it seems that a warmth flows in the heart.

Di Cheng whispered: "...... Alive...... It's so nice......"

PS: Congratulations to 'Lies' on his promotion to the position of Alliance Leader!! I'm dizzy, brothers, it's going to make me work hard, don't play like this. Whew, give the mouse some time, save the manuscript first, and then explode!!

But...... Belch...... Ahem...... I'm still very excited, hehe. 'Lie' thank you!! Thank you so much!!