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An Ran knelt on the cold, damp blue-gray concrete floor of the hospital's roof, surrounded by black asphalt like a spider's web. Yesterday's rainstorm sent temperatures plummeting, and it was past dawn, but the light was still dim and the sky was blocked by a heavy haze. An Ran's mind was confused, his expression was in a trance, everything seemed to be a few minutes ago, and it seemed like a long time ago. She was inspecting the construction site with the drawings in hand, and her anxiety suddenly spread out at some point, aggravated by a ringing phone and a nervous mezzo-soprano. An Ran doesn't remember how she drove through the congested road; I don't remember if I parked my car in the central garden of the hospital; I don't remember how her husband Jianguo choked up and begged her middle school classmate, Director Tan, the director of surgery at this hospital, to take care of her. What shook repeatedly in front of her eyes was the collapse crying of her mother, Feiyang's grandmother, the dizziness of her grandfather and grandmother, and the scurricity of her uncle, uncle and other relatives.

"Fei Yang was hit by a small four-wheeler in order to save a cat." How funny and untrue that sounds! But the daughter was lying in the operating room with her eyes closed, bleeding from the corners of her mouth and nostrils.

The wait outside the operating room was so long, every minute was a century, and every time the door of the operating room rang, it would cause An Ran to tremble and vomit from the bottom of her heart. The moment she saw Director Tan standing in front of her with a pale face, depressed and sad eyes, the world seemed to be far away from An Ran.

"Time of death: 01:00 on March 3, 20xx...."

"Date of birth: 20 o'clock on November 24, 20xx...."

It was also this kind of voice that brought this little life into her world. The warmth of the little mouth sucking is still there, the tenderness of the little hand is still there, the sweet cry is still in the ear, how can there be a time for death? An Ran knelt there, and in the past sixteen years, the warm scene with her daughter reappeared very clearly in front of her. The rain soaked her hair and clothes, and the cold morning wind penetrated into her bones, and she didn't know it, just lingered in the passing scene...

"I'm dead!" In the deep universe, the moment he touched the mysterious blue light, Fei Yang suddenly understood: he no longer had the life of the earth form!

"Great, I don't have to take tomorrow's unit exam, I don't have to hand in my homework, I don't have to get up early to go for a morning run!" She spun around with a burst of relief, leaving a firework blue light in the deep universe.

"BUT CAN I PLAY MY STEAM GAMES HERE?" Fei Yang paused, "There are still twenty or thirty unstarted games on it!" The newly bought novels, anime, and game discs are all placed in the fire cabinet, and the money stored in the store is not cheaper than the proprietress who slammed the door? I knew that I would have told Xiaxia and Chen Hao...."Fei Yang felt a little regretful: he worked hard to live to the age of sixteen, let alone save the world, except for secretly playing games and going on the Internet, he has never been in love, he has never been abroad, and he has not performed a single feat, so he has lived his life in a daze? "Dio! Even Yunyu hooked up with Chen Hao. Although since the second middle school sentence "only in love with aliens" was ridiculed, he has repeatedly claimed that he is a celibate, Fei Yang still feels a little regretful.

The blue dots of light seem to understand Feiyang, they quickly surround them, and the context of the universe and time is suddenly clear: life is like a river flowing in time and space, like night and day, spring, summer and autumn and winter; Only growth and evolution, life never really ends. The blue light point is to Feiyang, just as the leaves are to the leaves, and there is no difference between all the strange substances that belong to the universe.

Fear, loneliness, and regret vanished in an instant, and Fei Yang was surprised to find that he was in the midst of a strange blue torrent, and was on a magnificent journey with them. This blue torrent travels through the universe and through time and space at a speed many times faster than the speed of light, they are the blood in the cosmic wormhole, and they are the foundation of the existence of the universe!

"Who are you? Where are you from? Where are you going? Fei Yang asked loudly.

The torrent didn't answer, just gently rolled her forward. Eventually, the blue torrent came to their station, the black hole.

In modern astronomy on Earth, a black hole is a very dense and very small object. It is created by the death and collapse of a star with enough mass after running out of fuel for the nuclear fusion reaction. The black hole is tyrannical, its gravitational pull is infinite, causing countless stars to revolve around it, and finally being torn apart and swallowed by it, and even light cannot escape. But the black hole in front of you is so gentle and peaceful, and countless blue torrents gather here and calmly enter the black hole. It is a channel, a connecting point in space-time in the universe. Fei Yang was in front of the black hole, the black hole was as huge as the sky, she was as small as dust, but the black hole didn't have the slightest feeling of wanting to devour her. It respects every speck of dust and waits silently for every torrent to pass through. Fei Yang looked up reverently, and could feel that there was not nothing in the black hole, it was another world, a world that she could not understand.

Fei Yang was convinced and ready to enter that mysterious temptation space.

"Fei Yang—"

Time and space were torn apart like a supernova explosion, and the mother's mournful cry pierced through the plane, a voice that was as magical as it was and still is. She couldn't help but turn around and look back, in fact, she had no body at this time, and the so-called looking back was just a thought in time and space. With just one thought, she was surprised to find that after traveling hundreds of thousands of light years, in just a moment, she had returned to the place where she once lived - the earth.

In front of him, there was still the blue-gray sky, the blue-gray roof, the air flow swirling, and Fei Yang was siphoned into the picture. Unlike before, she could clearly perceive her body, she could see and hear the gradually bustling traffic downstairs and the noisy cries of people, she could smell the fragrance of spring flowers and magnolias, and Fei Yang sucked greedily. The world is beautiful, but she wants to tell her mother that another world is just as magical. The mother's haggard, soulless face touched a certain part of my heart, and I felt a pain in my heart. She tried to get close to her mother and comfort her, but she couldn't control herself. Like a drunk driver floating in the air, she aimed at her mother, and despite all her might, she couldn't reach her for half a minute.

An Ran knelt on the roof, sometimes laughing and sometimes crying, reaching out to touch her daughter's face, but the sweet smile disappeared into the gray rain and mist. She lifted her face, and her deep eye sockets turned into a deep well of despair, full of cold swamps. She let out a long sigh, knowing that there was no chance of escape. She combed her messy hair with trembling fingers, stood up, and staggered straight to the roof fence.

"Hey, hey! Mom - what are you doing here? Don't tease me, okay! Fei Yang stood in front of her and screamed.

But An Ran's feet had already crossed the fence, time and space began to freeze, her body leaned forward frame by frame, and the rain and mist in front of her body swirled, like a basin of water that had been plugged out. A small black-gray hole appeared in the swirling haze, just a tiny crack, and Fei Yang could feel the biting coldness and loneliness that came out of this small hole. It seemed that without any explanation, Fei Yang instinctively knew that it was a wormhole, but it was different from what she had just seen, it was a wormhole towards the dimensional space. A world centrifuged out of dimensional space, where there is no life, no hope, only eternal darkness and loneliness. Once the mother entered, their mother and daughter were truly separated forever. Horror exploded every cell of Feiyang, she forgot everything, only the figure of her mother was in front of her, she struggled forward, and pounced on An Ran, who was falling.

The moment An Ran leaned forward, she opened her eyes and looked around, the faces of her husband, parents, and sisters flew together with the petals of the magnolia. She jerked around and tried to grab onto the railing behind her, the cold stainless steel railing sliding through her fingertips, mercilessly rejecting her remorse. Her body tumbled and fell uncontrollably, the scene in front of her changed from the sky to a parking apron full of vehicles, and she closed her eyes and waited for the final moment to come, waiting for her reunion with her daughter. Sure enough, she felt a burst of softness, which was the feeling of being hugged and coquettish by her daughter. Overjoyed, she opened her eyes to search, only to find herself soaring into the air, and then slammed into the roof. An Ran was stunned, and it took a while to wake up, a pair of well-maintained tender hands scratching on the rough ground. She looked at her hands, twisted her ears, and ran to every corner of the roof, where the resting sparrows and doves fluttered their wings.

She desperately shouted her daughter's name: "Feiyang! Is that you? Where are you? ”

But on the empty roof, all that responded to her was the icy drizzle and the cold wind that whimpered. She climbed into the water room, turned over the planks, the iron box, and even every broken brick, desperately searching, as if her daughter was hidden inside. Finally, exhausted, she fell to her knees, her hands slapping the ground unwillingly, the hard cement cruelly breaking her slender nails and leaving a trace of red in the rain on the ground. Suddenly, she thought of something, and once again rushed towards the stairwell at a near-frantic speed. The top floor is the old ganke, although the downstairs is boiling at this time, but the stairwell of the old ganke is empty. An Ran desperately and hurriedly slapped every elevator button, and those scarlet numbers seemed to be dead downstairs, refusing to beat. An Ran rushed to the safety door, the fire stairwell was dim and damp, and the emergency lights flashed and flashed, dazzling. An Ran ran down at an almost vertical falling speed, the high heels had long since fallen from her feet, and the entire stairwell echoed with the sound of human bodies colliding with the ground and railings. It seems that it only took a few minutes for An Ran to rush from the roof of the eighteenth floor to the security door exit of the outpatient hall on the first floor.