Yuan Chengle looked blankly at himself in his high school uniform on the bed, and realized that he seemed to have traveled back eleven years ago.

At that time, Yuan Chengle had just finished the college entrance examination, he filled in the best Jingnan University in the province, and after receiving the admission letter, he embarked on the university journey with the promise of the other party Mumu in the sound of celebration.

Yuan Chengle once had no doubt that he had chosen a bright avenue, and every station in front of him had what he planned and what he was looking forward to, but unexpectedly, fate's favorite joke came as promised, knocking his expectations down and shattering to the ground, and he struggled in the slag for ten years before he had the opportunity to fulfill the promise of the other party.

When he left home that year, he left the village wearing a high school uniform and a coat, and his family asked him why he didn't wear new clothes, and preferred to wear a high school uniform that was no longer useful?

He smiled and only replied, "I just want to keep myself from forgetting my original intention." ”

Although the family who has always loved him still doesn't understand, they let him like it and don't say anything anymore.

The accident happened just under the highway intersection of Loudong City, the capital of Jingnan Province, a car braked sharply and caused Yuan Chengle's family to sit in a seven-seater van almost rear-ended, but fortunately, the driver of the van braked in time, so there were no unimaginable consequences.

A carload of people had just thanked the immortals from all walks of life, smiling for the rest of their lives, Lin Man turned around, but found that Yuan Chengle, who was sitting in the last row, was covering his nose with both hands, and the toilet paper in his hand had already been soaked in blood.

"Lele, are you okay?" Lin Man unbuckled his seat belt in a panic and quickly moved to Yuan Chengle's side.

Yuan Chengle originally wanted to smile back at Lin Man and say that he was fine, but he didn't say it.

His consciousness, which was still quite awake, began to become chaotic, and the figures in front of him twisted on top of each other, and the most terrifying thing was that his voice seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

In just a moment, he lost consciousness.

And Yuan Chengle, who was standing in the crowd at this moment, should see himself at that time

The scene in front of Yuan Chengle's eyes suddenly changed again, and then, he stood in a tunnel, surrounded by his memories of those ten years.

As early as when he was in high school, Yuan Chengle was hospitalized several times because he was too prone to nosebleeds, and it was a county hospital at that time, and the doctor smiled every time he saw him, telling him that he was too thin and had to make up for his body, and everything else was normal.

When he was fifteen or sixteen years old and asked the doctor if his eyes were becoming more and more difficult to see because he was too thin, the doctor couldn't help laughing, and then said, "Then you try to eat a little fatter, and try to get better in your body, and then your eyes will be stronger, so that you can know the answer to the question you asked." ”

At that time, even in the rebellious period of youth, he believed in the words of the doctor who always smiled at him.

It wasn't until he woke up in the intensive care ward of the Department of Hematology on the seventh floor of the First People's Hospital of Jingnan Province that he saw the sad faces around him in the slightly open eyes that he realized that he might be sick, and he might be a little sick.

Before he could fully accept the reality that he was seriously ill, a strange woman came running over and hugged his headache and cried, crying and saying, "My miserable child, why are you the one who suffers?" If someone has to bear the fault, let me bear it for you..."

And his parents, who raised him to adulthood, stood aside and did not come forward, he was full of questions and wanted to ask, but he could not ask at that time.

It wasn't until a week after being sent to the hospital that Yuan Chengle fully woke up and heard his true life experience from the mouth of the strange woman who was holding him...

His biological father's name is Xiao Muke, a well-known entrepreneur in Jingnan Province, whose family has been in business for generations, and can be regarded as a wealthy party. His biological mother's name is Xiong Dan, that is, the strange woman who hugged his headache and cried, and his father were college classmates, the two fell in love freely, and they got married not long after graduating from college, and he was married in the third year after marriage.

When he was born, he had been staying in the intensive care baby ward, and he had all kinds of physical problems, and once almost put him into shock before he was a full moon. His grandmother saw that the hospital's treatment could not work, so she could only ask God and worship Buddha everywhere, and ask for a true Buddha, who said that Yuan Chengle lacked wood in the five elements, and had to be sent to a poor family for foster care to be enough to live, and he was not allowed to recognize his relatives during the foster care period, otherwise there was a great possibility that he would die at a young age.

When Yuan Chengle's grandmother heard this, she went home overnight and contacted Yuan Youliang and his family, gave them a sum of money, fostered Yuan Chengle in their home, and asked them to love Yuan Chengle more than their own children, and they must pay attention to his physical condition, and contact them in time if there is any serious illness.

As a result, Yuan Chengle became Yuan Youliang's youngest son, and Xiong Dan was forced to separate mother and son when he was still in confinement.

When he learned that Yuan Chengle was in a coma and was sent to the First People's Hospital of Jingnan Province, Xiong Dan, who was anxious about his son, could not care about the words of a living Buddha or a living Buddha, so he was forced to meet his son and recognize each other.

The drama of his life experience had just come to an end, and the sick man waved his claws to greet Yuan Chengle.

Yuan Chengle, who had been lying in the hospital for more than a week, had realized that he might be very sick, but he never thought that he would get this disease.

It was a sunny noon, there was no one in the ward somehow, he remembered to go to the bathroom, after some struggle, he finally leaned against the wall and trembled to the door of the bathroom in the room, and as soon as his hand grasped the doorknob of the bathroom, he heard the sound of talking outside.

"Dr. Kong, are you sure it's leukemia?" It was his own mother's voice, trembling, not at all matching her usual delicate and elegant appearance.

"Yes, Mrs. Xiao, it has been determined that it is leukemia." Dr. Kong's voice sounded immediately, and Yuan Chengle felt that layers of cold sweat broke out in the palm of his hand held on the doorknob.

"This disease," his own mother choked up, unable to continue.

"Mrs. Xiao, don't get too excited." Listening to Dr. Kong's voice, he could clearly hear that he was panicking in the face of Mrs. Xiao at this time, "I have explained to Mr. Xiao about the specific situation of this disease, and I have also informed Mr. Xiao of several treatment plans, Mr. Xiao means conservative treatment, we have actively carried out it in accordance with the way of conservative treatment, we need the cooperation of your parents, the most important thing during the treatment is the patient's emotions, so I hope you don't get too excited, which causes the patient's mood to fluctuate." ”

"Okay, okay~ I know, I will definitely not affect my son's mood, Doctor Kong, don't worry." Yuan Chengle heard his biological mother sobbing and answering, and kept sniffing, if he guessed correctly, she must have wiped her tears vigorously, took a deep breath to adjust her emotions, and after a while, she entered his room, and continued to tell him about how much she had missed him in the past ten years.

Dr. Kong's voice sounded again, but what he said, Yuan Chengle didn't listen carefully, he slowly opened the door of the bathroom, slowly walked to the bathroom, closed the door, leaned his back against the door, closed his eyes, and his mind was spinning, in addition to life and death, there was only one person in mind, and that was Fang Mumu.

After half a year of treatment, Yuan Chengle's condition was brought under control, and the first and only place he was allowed to leave the intensive care unit was where his biological parents lived.

It is an independent yard, the yard is very large, it takes two or three minutes to drive from the door to the door of the house, the house is not a bungalow like the clay pot village, but a three-story small western-style building, the appearance looks quite magnificent, and the interior is more luxurious.

Yuan Chengle, who originally didn't care much about material things, couldn't help but secretly sigh in his heart that he was a frog at the bottom of a well who had never seen the world after all.

I thought that the frog at the bottom of the well would be more comfortable with a change of environment, but who knows, that night, Yuan Chengle was sent to the provincial hospital again, Dr. Kong frowned and asked Yuan Chengle about the situation before he fell into a coma, and no one could say clearly.

The long conservative treatment began to continue, and Yuan Chengle had to take a long drip every day, and the blood vessels on his hands and arms were basically pierced, and there were bruises and purple spots everywhere; In addition, he has to draw blood every once in a while, and the thick and long sealed tube like his thumb is seven tubes at a time, and sometimes after pumping, Yuan Chengle even feels that his blood is about to be drained; There were all kinds of tests, all kinds of injections, cold machines, cold needles, and even though he was groggy sometimes, he could still feel himself lying on the bed, and the sound of cars heading to the examination rooms in his ears...

Such days are too long, if it were not for the calendar as evidence, proving that in the past eight years or so, Yuan Chengle would think that he had fought against the disease for centuries, and in these long years, whenever he felt that it was difficult to persevere, three words would appear in his mind: Fang Mumu.

Later, his condition slowly improved and he slowly recovered. When he was about to be discharged from the hospital, he had already planned, and the first thing he did was to find Fang Mumu, but after he was discharged from the hospital, he was not able to get his wish.

He just went from being a simple hospitalization to running between the hospital and his home, staying in the hospital for a few days and staying at home for a few days...

Another year passed like this, and he proposed to go back to Crockpot Village to live for a period of time, but his biological mother was naturally 10,000 unwilling, but she couldn't resist Yuan Chengle, and then proposed that she could only learn a driver's license and go again, and wanted to use a delaying tactic to grind out Yuan Chengle's idea of leaving her to go to Crockpot Village.

It's a pity that Yuan Chengle pretended to be anxious and spent more than half a month getting his driver's license. Just when Yuan Chengle thought that he could finally return to Crockpot Village to meet the person he was thinking of, he was told that he had to practice the car before he could get on the road, he was unwilling to be persuaded in his heart, so he had to practice the car every day patiently, and practiced until his family could no longer find fault, so he was allowed to return to Crockpot Village.

The night before he was about to return to Crockpot Village, Yuan Chengle entered his room early after dinner and quickly packed the medicine, toiletries and clothes he was eating. After that, he kept looking in the mirror in the bathroom to clean himself up, thinking about what Fang Mumu's expression would be when he saw him.

The Fang Mumu in his mind has always stayed at the age of eighteen, in every corner they have been to on Lizhi Mountain, at the entrance of the old man's cave, and in the clay pot village...

But as soon as he thought that ten years had passed, he felt empty in his heart, ten years was enough to change everything, he didn't know how Fang Mumu had been in the past ten years, in fact, he had written many letters, but none of them were sent, they were all in the drawer of his bedside table...

That night, Yuan Chengle tossed and turned into the night with an excited and apprehensive heart, and had a nosebleed, but he didn't tell anyone, and quickly cleaned up the scene as if it hadn't happened.

When he fell asleep, the sky outside the window shone slightly, and when he woke up, the sky was also bright.

Yuan Chengle, who was standing in the time and space tunnel, squatted down, buried his head between his knees, tears kept flowing, he had been delayed for too long after all, so long that his Mu Mu was afraid to be with him, and so long that his Mu Mu would choose to run away from him.

Now that he has lost Fang Mumu and has nothing, what should he do to fight with his life and the sky?