From the moment Meng Xifan woke up, he knew that he had to say goodbye to the past.

Fate is always so mysterious that you can't grasp it.

My father has been in the agency for most of his life, and he didn't even get mixed up with a section chief, but at the end of last year, he suddenly came to work, and he was promoted to deputy director by leaping through the democratic evaluation. At the beginning of this year, the old director stepped aside, and he changed the word "deputy" to the word "deputy" of the deputy director. Just as he was about to make a big splash, the driver drove his newly purchased Audi into a stinking ditch.

During his father's hospitalization, Meng Xifan had to travel half of the city every day to buy two pieces of "Cha Kee" baked cakes, which were his father's favorite food, and in the most lonely days of his old man's house, his son's two pieces of baked cakes became his greatest comfort.

My father's spirits began to perk, and he gradually adapted to life without legs.

But her mother fell ill at this time, and the misfortune of the family exhausted her, and she collapsed on her beloved pulpit. After Meng Xifan received a call from the school, he went to ask the leader for leave in a trance, and the leader specially took care of him to drive the unit's car to the hospital.

The unit's parking lot was across the road, and Meng Xifan did not walk across the overpass; As he climbs over the guardrail in the middle of the road, a black car creates the third tragedy for the unfortunate family.

At the moment when Meng Xifan was knocked away, his heart was full of remorse and helplessness. He was indignant that his life had ended in such a hurry, so he roared with all his might:

"I'm not reconciled! ――”

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Tang, the end of July of the ninth year of Yamato, night, Chang'an City.

Meng Xifan woke up, he was lying on a large bed carved of mahogany, his limbs were stiff and weak, and his whole body was as thin as a skeleton.

On the chair next to the bed, a fourteen-five-year-old vigil maid was sleeping soundly.

Now he is Yang Hao, the only son of the late Zhengsanpin Right Guard General of the Tang Dynasty and the Marquis of Xining, Yang Hao, before that, this poor young man had been in a coma for a full eighty-one days!

Meng Xifan knew that he would not only inherit this young man's illustrious family background and official position in the shadows, but also inherit his nickname as a "dumb overlord" and the rights and wrongs he provoked outside.

The thirty-five-year-old but fifteen-year-old lady of Sanpinjun will become her mother, and her mother is now unknown whether she is alive or dead.

Meng Xifan wished that he would lie in a daze like this, letting his thoughts travel back and forth in time and space for thousands of years.

But he had to admit that no matter how reluctant he was, everything in the past was far away from him. Although all this in front of me is unfamiliar, it is my real fate.

The night breeze peeked in through the light gauze window lattices, and the house was cool.

Yang Hao woke up after sleeping for eighty-one days.

The maid who was napping suddenly woke up, and she was delighted to find that there was a tear stain on her face, and she was smiling at herself.

The maid was overjoyed, and she rushed to the door and shouted into the night sky, "Son, wake up!" ”

Joy swept away the gloom and gloom that had shrouded the Hou Mansion of Xining for eighty-one days, and the entire Hou Mansion suddenly boiled.

The eastern sky has turned white, all the lights and candles in the Xining Marquis Mansion have been lit, and the stars and lights have converged into the path of the lonely wanderer's home......

A red sun jumped out of the horizon.

This is the first ray of sunshine in August of the ninth year of Tang Dahe.