"Sister-in-law...... Sister-in-law......" He began to shout with all his strength, thinking that he was making a loud noise, but in fact there was only a hoarse and weak cry for help, "They put the recorder ...... Snatched ...... Get downstairs...... Zhong Yi...... There's still time to stop ......."

"Sister-in-law......"

"Ah Chan ......"

Li Yunmo finally couldn't hold on anymore and fainted to the ground, only his lips were still squirming unconsciously.

5、4、3……

Less than fifty meters away from Li Yunmo's fall, Li Weiyi finally rushed to the door of Zhang Jingchan's ward, she had just pushed the door open halfway, and the hand on the bed full of infusion tubes and monitors suddenly moved.

Li Weiyi was stunned.

…… 2、1！

In the swirling vision, everything in front of Li Weiyi's eyes began to distort: the room, the hospital bed, the people, the lines, the dust, the light, the time......

The man on the bed pressed his head with one hand and slowly sat up.

Less than 3 meters away, Li Weiyi fell to the ground.

Zhong Yi put his arm around Li Xiaoyi and walked back to the ward; Wu Xinhui also accompanied Li's mother and Li's father, and came back from the doctor's office. Everyone was shocked to see the two teenagers in the corridor who fell to the ground one after the other, unconscious.

However, Li Weiyi no longer knows this.

In her world, in the time she stood still, it was like an invisible hammer that struck down on her heart; It was as if there was a ubiquitous majestic ancient bell, echoing in her mind.

This moment of darkness seemed like 8 years to her.

She saw a lot of things she hadn't seen before, things that were hidden in another person's mind and didn't belong to her.

The young Ah Chan sat in front of the desk, turned the pen between his slender and white fingers, showed a very faint smile, picked up the pen in the secret diary, and continued to write: "July 2, 2014, sunny ......"

In the morgue of the police station, Wu Xinhui fell to the ground crying. The stubborn boy stood motionless, his eyes red. He turned and rushed out the door.

He stood at the gate of the Fuming Group, which had long since stopped production, and it was silent and deserted like ruins. He looked up at it all, as if he were looking at his own faith, and like he was looking at a pile of garbage.

Gradually, someone gathered behind him. Li Yunmo, Li Jinxiong, Wu Mingrui...... There are also some workers who received the favor of Zhang Moyun in their early years.

He worked without sleep or food, sometimes staying up all night. Sometimes he would look through the notebook, jot down a few strokes, and then laugh self-deprecatingly and throw the notebook aside.

……

He is already a young man in a suit and leather shoes, sitting in the living room, being interviewed by female reporters, just like Li Weiyi saw for the first time, with a lofty and solemn appearance. After the interview, the female reporter invited him to dinner with a red face, but he shook his head and left.

That day, the day his fate was rewritten, he woke up in the early morning, as usual, and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar surroundings around him, and then, as if he remembered something, he put the back of his hand to his forehead and smiled softly.

……

Li Weiyi is like falling into a bizarre abyss. The years he had experienced alone flashed before her eyes, and she was obviously a bystander, but she seemed to be a witness, seeing through every unspoken secret he had hidden in his heart for eight years.

In the end, all the frames are gone.

There was complete silence all around, and Li Weiyi seemed to have been in a coma for a long, long time, and as if he had only lost consciousness for a moment.

January 13, 2022, Azen, this time, can we still arrive?

I assure you that this chapter is the only minor point of abuse in the whole text. So this one, it's really really a sweet article, this time Lao Mo didn't say a big thing.

In addition, some readers left a message asking for the length, ashamed, 200,000 may not be finished, and it will be 250,000+.

Hey, I also want to finish the waves, I don't want to write a book at all, I'm so old, I have to change every day, sad!

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