"Nothing can stop you, your yearning for freedom, your unbridled career, your heart is not worried......" Qi Yan, who was driving on the highway, sang loudly along.

The majestic snow-capped mountains in the distance glow with a golden glow in the sunlight, which looks particularly holy, and the green grasslands on both sides of the highway have herds of yaks walking leisurely from time to time.

The blue sky, the white clouds, so clear and high. Looking at this picturesque beauty, Qi Yan's restless heart gradually calmed down, he is a photographer, and he is here to collect wind in Tibet this time.

The steep mountain road made Qi Yan slow down, although he was in a hurry to go home, safety was the first.

This shoot was for a photographer's contest a week later, and he has been in Tibet for three months, and he has taken a lot of photos, several of which are his proudest works. patted the black bag with the USB flash drive on his waist: "The champion of the competition depends on you!"

With a sharp turn, Qi Yan, the old driver, drove smoothly, he opened the window to breathe in the fresh air of nature, and his mood was extremely comfortable.

Suddenly, his heart tightened, and he saw an off-road vehicle coming from the opposite side, like a drunk drunk, swaying in a serpentine shape on the empty road, getting closer and closer to Qi Yan's car.

The two cars were in danger of colliding, and he slammed the rudder, and the two cars almost stuck to the wrong past.

"You can't drive!" he yelled angrily with his head out of the window.

Then Qi Yan glanced at the rearview mirror, and was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, only to see that the car behind him hit the rock, rolled over twice, and plunged into the middle of the road, making a loud "bang!" sound.

Immediately pulled over, Qi Yan quickly ran towards the car that had the accident, the car was stuck in the middle of the road with its bottom facing up, and the four wheels were still spinning rapidly in the air due to inertia.

A man's arm in the driver's seat was resting outside the window, the bones of the elbow joint were bent, and an eight or nine-year-old girl in the passenger seat was shouting: "Dad, I hurt! Dad, I hurt!"

The terrible cry made Qi Yan feel a little stuffy pain in his chest, as if someone was holding a heavy hammer and hitting it again and again.

He looked forward and saw white smoke whirring from the hood, and the car could catch fire at any time, Qi Yan squatted on the ground and pulled the car door vigorously, and the door that was squeezed and deformed still couldn't be opened after a few pulls, and his hand clenched into a fist and smashed the door a few times.

"Help, help, save my daughter!" the injured man stretched out his slightly injured right hand and squeezed Qi Yan's wrist tightly, while his right hand still hung limply out of the car window.

Qi Yan saw the angry man half-raising his blood-soaked eyelids, and his eyes were full of anticipation.

Qi Yan nodded firmly, and couldn't help but speed up the speed in his hand.

"Don't be afraid, uncle will save you out!" Qi Yan comforted the little girl while slamming the car door.

"Bang bang!" Qi Yan kept banging his arm against the car door, his arm was cut by the steel bone stretched out, the flesh and blood were turned open, and he didn't care about the pain, Qi Yan was racing against time with the car that didn't know when it caught fire.

Carefully picked up the little girl and quickly ran to his car, putting the child on the ground.

Then he turned around and ran to the car to save the injured man, at this time there was already a fire on the hood, and the fire made his face red, Qi Yan was covered with sweat, and sweat snaked down his cheeks and across his chin.

"Tick tock!" Qi Yan, who was squatting on the ground, heard the sound in his ears, stood up and looked at it, and was shocked, it was the sound of oil leaking out of the fuel tank.

The man's foot was stuck inside, and Qi Yan got into the car to rescue the man's foot. Pressing the brake lever with his hand, the front of the car was stuck to the ground facing forward, and with the injury to his arm, Qi Yan couldn't exert so much strength.

Listening to the ticking sound from time to time, Qi Yan was anxious to die, and he didn't know when it would explode! What should I do! What should I do! Gritting his teeth and glaring, Qi Yan held his hands on the bent brake lever.

"Ah!!h

The blood from his arm slid down his arm to the Bodhi bracelet on his wrist, then across his large knuckled hand, and then landed on the dark asphalt in the shape of a flower.

He didn't notice a faint yellow glow as the blood flowed through the Bodhi bracelet.

"Get up!" he picked up the man with all his strength and sped away.

Arriving at his car and putting the man down, he let out a sigh of relief and looked back at the burning SUV.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, and he saw a black bag next to the SUV: "Oh no! That's a USB flash drive bag with all the photos." ”

Qi Yan quickly ran towards the car that caught fire, and the black bag must be brought back! It was all his hard work! At this time, the fire was already very large, and the billowing smoke went straight into the sky.

Closer! Closer! Looking at the black bag that had been softened by the fire, Qi Yan kept shouting in his heart, and when he came closer, he strode over, bent down and picked up his backpack and ran back.

I only heard a loud bang, and a wave of air rushed towards him with a tumbling fire, "Damn! It's over! Today Lao Tzu is going to become a roast pig!"

His eyes went black and he lost consciousness.

What Qi Yan didn't know was that the moment he was rushed into the sky, the Bodhi bracelet he was wearing on his wrist emitted a golden light and rushed towards his head......

"Little master, come down! The master is coming back soon! I saw you go to sleep in the tree and you should be punished again!" an old voice sounded in his ears.

Who? Who is the little master?

Qi Yan, who was in a daze, opened his eyes, and his head was covered with green trees, and dappled sunlight poured down from the gaps in the leaves.

Isn't this place supposed to be dead?

The monstrous fire, the roaring explosion flashed in front of him, and he raised his hand, the palm of his hand was white and tender, and there was a little baby fat little hand, not like his big hand with a slightly thin callouse in his palm.

Qi Yan, who couldn't figure out the situation, sat up straight, looked under the tree, and saw an old man in a satin robe looking up at the tree with a worried face, and when he saw Qi Yan, he smiled and beckoned.

"Whew" flooded into his mind like a tidal wave, Qi Yan felt a little dizzy, and lay back on the thick trunk.

Under the tree is Liu Bo, the housekeeper of Qi Mansion, the little young master of Qi Mansion is ten years old this year, and the original body of this body has a name for himself.

Did I cross over?" Qi Yan asked himself uncertainly.

Qi Yan, who had a smooth memory, sat up again, put on a cute smile and said, "Uncle Liu, I'll come down now, don't you tell my father about climbing a tree!"

Uncle Liu smiled with a chubby round face and said, "Okay, good! Uncle Liu won't tell the master!"

I felt helpless for a while, no matter how I said it, I was a twenty-four or five-year-old person, and now I have to pretend to be more than ten years old!

But this original body is not bad! I actually learned kung fu at a young age, and as soon as I jumped on, Qi Yan jumped to the ground lightly, and I don't know what happened, as soon as my feet were weak, I fell into the mud.

Wiping a handful of grass clippings stuck to his face, his hands were propped on the ground, and he was just about to get up, when he didn't know when he had an extra pair of feet before meeting, and he looked up along his feet, and an uncle with a serious face was looking at him condescendingly.

Qi Yan quickly got up, lowered his head, and called out, "Dad!"