She cried when she woke up and looked at the hospital ward, the smell of disinfectant water, and a large group of people gathered around her bedside, including parents, professors, classmates, students, doctors and nurses.

Although she returned, she lost the person she loved the most.

"Draw, you're finally awake, you're scared to death Mom."

"Xiao Nian, I will be relieved when I wake up, recover soon, and I will wait for you to give a speech on the new farm in Australia."

"Miss Nian woke up and we were relieved, a new disease caused by low blood sugar also caught us off guard, although it was two months late, but it was also a new disease, Miss Nian cooperated with the examination, and nothing can be arranged to be discharged." The doctor who spoke was a friend of the professor, and he left first.

"Mom, how long did you sleep?"

"77 days."

It turned out that she and everything that happened there were only 77 days in her own world, but she seemed to have lived a lifetime so long, so she was so reluctant.

It turned out that it was not her dream on the lake, it was for her to choose, the voice that called her mother, she ignored it, if she looked for that voice at that time, would she be able to stay there forever.

There is no Zhao Cuilan who makes people love and hate here, there is no soft-hearted Ye Zimei who dislikes and dislikes here, there is no Shen Lanzhi who has a knife mouth and a tofu heart, there is no Liang Guoliang who taught her to play chess, there is no Nian Daqiang and Liang Shangkun who love her father like a mountain, there is no timid and obedient Liang Erchun, there is no disgusting and funny Zhang Guixiang, there is no Gang of Four sisters, there is no ........

Nothing......

There is no Liang Jizhou, her favorite.

At this moment, she felt so lonely, so lonely.

......

Twenty-two years later.

The top floor of the tallest building in the provincial capital, the president's office.

Liu Chuang took a cup of freshly brewed milk tea from the secretary's room outside the door, pushed open the office door, and sighed silently when he saw the man working at the desk.

"Hey, Lao Liang, do you want to try milk tea, I just got it from your secretary." Liu Chuang shook it in front of Liang Jizhou's eyes with Yoremi milk tea.

Yoremi!

These three big characters shocked Liang Jizhou, and he took the milk tea cup in Liu Chuang's hand and stared at it.

My mind is full of the sentence of the New Year's painting: "I am your Yoremi!" ”

It turned out that there really was Yoremi, but it was twenty-two years late.

.

Another twelve years later.

On the plane from the provincial capital to Australia, the wings suddenly collided with a large bird, causing some parts of the plane to fail, and the captain judged that it might not be possible to make a forced landing, so everyone was prepared to wait for the parachute.

There were no children on the whole plane, and the parachuting equipment was far from enough, so the first class and economy class decided to draw lots according to the proportion.

Everyone was waiting for the arrangement of fate, and a young man sat opposite Liang Jizhou, who was editing the content with his mobile phone, and after writing, he glanced at Liang Jizhou and handed the mobile phone over.

"Hello old man, my name is Tang Yi, if you can please help find my family and give them the phone, here is what I want to say to my parents."

Liang Jizhou looked at Tang Yi and didn't take the phone, but gave him his parachuting equipment: "You need it more than me." ”

"This ......."

"Actually, this is not a relief, live well for me, my name is Liang Jizhou."

Two hours later, major news networks reported the news of the plane crash, and of the 59 people on board, 13 survived, and the others followed the plane into the cliff.

All 13 people who were saved were taken to the nearest hospital in Australia.

On the second day, Tang Yi woke up from his hospital bed, and the blonde and blue-eyed female nurse at Maluli Hospital kept asking, "AreYouOK?" ”

Tang Yi nodded, looked at the single room, and looked at his injured arm, such a young hand was not his at all.

He got up slowly, put on his slippers and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror, which showed the face of the young man on the plane.

He didn't die, but his soul went to Tang Yi's body, so where did Tang Yi go?

He didn't know whether to be happy or annoyed, he had originally faced it with a mortal heart, and if he died, he could meet her earlier, he didn't want to live without her, he was too tired.

Since she left, he has missed her every day, for thirty-four years, and he is more and more afraid that he will not be able to remember her appearance as he gets older, and what will he do if he doesn't know her in heaven?

He just stood quietly in front of the mirror and looked at himself, wondering what he was going to do next? Live well for Tang Yi? Or find a place where no one is around?

Knock knock!

The room door rang, he gathered his thoughts and walked out of the bathroom, and the room door was opened.

The New Year's picture at the door held a bouquet of flowers and asked with a smile: "Hello, is it Mr. Tang Yi?" I am a student of Professor Dong, and your parents called Professor Dong to come and see you when they heard the news of the plane crash, but the professor was busy, so they asked me to come first. ”

"New Year's Painting!"

"Mr. Tang, do you know me?"

Tang Yi strode forward and hugged her in his arms: "I finally found you." ”

was stunned by the Nian painting held tightly in her arms, and it took a long time for her to hug him back, and asked tremblingly: "Jizhou, is it you?" ”

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