A Chan

Chapter 90 Three Rewrites (4)

"Sister-in-law...sister-in-law..." He began to shout with all his strength, thinking that he was making a loud voice, but in fact there was only a hoarse and weak cry for help, "They took the recording pen... and took it away... go downstairs... Zhong Yi... still has time to stop..."

"sister in law……"

"Achan..."

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

5, 4, 3...

Less than 50 meters away from Li Yunmo's fall, Li Weiyi finally rushed to the door of Zhang Jingchan's ward. She had just opened the door halfway, when the hand of the man on the bed, which was full of IV tubes and monitors, suddenly moved.

Li Weiyi was startled.

... 2, 1!

In the dizzying field of vision, everything in front of Li Weiyi began to distort: ​​rooms, hospital beds, people, lines, dust, light, time...

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

The distance was less than 3 meters, and Li Weiyi fell headlong to the ground.

Zhong Yi hugged Li Xiaoyi and walked back to the ward; Wu Xinhui also accompanied Li's mother and father, and came back from the doctor's office.Everyone was shocked when they saw the two unconscious teenagers lying on the ground one after the other in the corridor.

However, Li Weiyi no longer knew about these.

In her world, during her momentary stagnation, it was like an invisible heavy hammer knocking down on her heart; it was also like a majestic ancient clock that was everywhere, A long cry echoed in her mind.

This dark moment, to her, seemed to be as long as 8 years.

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

The young Ah Chan sat in front of the desk, twirling the pen between his slender and white fingers, showing a faint smile, picked up the pen in the secret diary, and continued to write: "July 2014, 7, sunny..."

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

He was standing at the gate of the Fuming Group, which had long ceased production and production. The place was as quiet and deserted as ruins.He looked up at all this, as if looking at his own beliefs, but also as if looking at a pile of garbage.

Gradually, people gathered behind him.Li Yunmo, Li Jinxiong, Wu Mingrui... There are also some workers who were favored by Zhang Moyun in the early years.

He worked so hard that he couldn't sleep at night sometimes.Sometimes he would flip through the notebook, jot down a few notes, then laugh at himself and throw the notebook aside.

……

He was already a young man in suits and leather shoes, sitting in the living room, being interviewed by a female reporter, just like the first time Li Weiyi saw him, he was dignified, dignified and stern.After the interview, the female reporter invited him to dinner with a blushing face, but he shook his head and left.

On that day, the day when the rewriting of fate was completed, he woke up in the morning as usual, looked at the familiar and unfamiliar environment around him, and then he seemed to remember something, put the back of his hand on his forehead, and smiled softly.

……

Li Weiyi seemed to have fallen into a bizarre abyss.The years he experienced alone flashed past her eyes. She was obviously a bystander, but she seemed to be a witness, seeing clearly every secret he had hidden in his heart for eight years.

In the end, all pictures disappeared.

The surroundings were completely silent, Li Weiyi seemed to have been in a coma for a long, long time, and seemed to have only lost consciousness for a moment.

On January 2022, 1, Ah Chan, can we still arrive this time?
　I promise, this chapter is the only small abuse point in the whole text.So this book is really a sweet article, this time Lao Mo didn't talk big.

　　In addition, some readers left a message asking for the length, ashamed, 20 may not be finished, and it will go to 25+.

　　Hey, I also want to end up going out and wandering. I don’t want to write a book at all. I’m so old, and I need to update it every day, sad!

　　
　
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