At 6:56 in the morning on June 18, 2022, the red light at the busiest intersection in Haicheng changed to green, and a Rolls-Royce drove out slowly.
An out-of-control dump truck suddenly rushed down the slope and hit the Rolls-Royce with the wind.
"boom!!"
After the loud noise, the Rolls-Royce flew up and rolled several times in the sky before falling heavily to the ground.
People were stunned for a moment, and then suddenly, like wasps that had exploded their nest, they rushed towards the car, shouting in terror.
"There was a car accident."
"Quickly call 120."
"License plate 80618, this is the car of the richest man Li Wenjun."
"It's all been hit like this, there's no way to save it."
"Ah, so scary."
Various screams were noisy in my ears.
The large amount of blood gushing from the wound on his head quickly blurred his vision.
Li Wenjun didn't feel any pain, he just felt very cold, as if he had been thrown into a cold storage.
From his position, he could actually see the tallest building in Haicheng built by him in the distance.
The giant LCD screen on the roof flashed an advertisement for the company he founded.
"Wenjun Group covers real estate, communications, logistics, catering, jewelry, medicine, and is a responsible enterprise."
He had been in Haicheng's business world for decades and had a net worth of tens of billions. Unexpectedly, he died like this...
That's fine, even if you die of old age in bed or die of illness in the hospital, what's the difference?
Anyway, there will be no relatives crying around the bed.
Li Wenjun closed his eyes and relaxed.
A voice sounded in his ears, a bit like his lawyer, but more majestic.
"Mr. Li, could you please confirm that you will entrust all your property to the organization you founded for charity?"
Hasn't this been decided a long time ago?
Why did you suddenly ask him again?
"yes."
"Do you have any regrets..."
Is this kid tired of living? One sentence directly stabbed the innermost part of his lungs.
Forty years ago, his rebellious willfulness and selfishness caused his father and brother to die in a mining accident, his wife committed suicide with her two-year-old daughter, and his mother went crazy.
Standing in front of the graves of four relatives, he refused to believe it, thinking that this was a way for his relatives to force him to surrender.
It's a pity that whether he was kneeling and pulling the soil from the grave, or holding the tombstone and crying loudly, they could not come back.
He wished he could go back in time and give that idle and ignorant self a big slap in the face.
Wake him up and tell him that only what he has now is the most precious. Otherwise, no matter how much money he makes in the future, he will still be as pitiful as a lonely wild dog. Every time he thinks of them, his heart will feel like it has been severely scratched.
Big gash, cold and stinging, dripping blood.
In the past forty years, he has treated himself like a mule on the production team day and night. Isn't it just to atone for his sins and keep himself busy, so he has no time to think about this?
"How can I not regret it..."
"Well. You have done some good things in your life, so I'll give you another chance."
Damn it, saying this is definitely bullying him into not being able to move now.
When he can be discharged from the hospital, I must use the jade paperweight in the office to blow this kid's head off.
No, he always has a straight face and is very strict with the staff. When that kid saw him, he was like a mouse seeing a cat. How dare you make such a joke with him at this time?
The more I think about it, the weirder it becomes. My brain is like a rusty gear, and it hurts as if it is about to crack when it turns.
"Hiss...it hurts..."
Li Wenjun frowned and groaned. He opened his eyes and saw a dilapidated ceiling that was black and yellow due to rain leaks.
What do these people do to send him to a hospital with such poor conditions?
Li Wenjun turned around and was about to curse, but his voice was immediately strangled in his throat.
There is a 'bed' made of two wooden boards and two benches against the wall, with two figures lying on it.
The big one was as thin as a dried cabbage, and the small one was as small as a malnourished cat.
The older one held the younger one in his arms, like a hen protecting her chicks.
The morning light filtering through the iron-barred windows cast a warm, fuzzy veil over them.
Gu Zhanyan...
And his little bit...
Tears welled up instantly and filled his eyes.
He had dreamed of this scene countless times, and every time he would wake up when he reached out his hand, returning to the luxurious but cold bed, he would be surrounded by loss, disappointment and loneliness again, crying bitterly.
Li Wenjun sat up, leaned over cautiously, and touched Diandian's little face.
That little face was soft and warm, like a freshly peeled hard-boiled egg.
This time, he didn't wake up.
This dream is so beautiful.
"A little bit..."
A nasal call came from his mouth.
At that time, he himself was still a child and didn't know how to love his daughter at all. He rarely gave her such gentle calls.
The little pink ball, who was less than a year old, opened his eyes, smiled at him with his baby teeth exposed, waved his little arms and legs, and gave a vague cry.
"Daddy..."
"Eh."
Li Wenjun's heart was as soft as a field soaked by rain. He just wanted to hold his beloved in his arms and kiss the little face that smelled like milk.
But before he could lean down, the child was suddenly picked up and moved away from him.
"what are you doing!?"
Gu Zhanyan hugged Diandian tightly in her arms, huddled in the corner and stared at him, her beautiful face full of horror.
Sure enough, even in her dream, she refused to forgive him or let him fulfill his wish.
The bitter taste spread in Li Wenjun's mouth.
Suddenly loud singing sounded outside: "Young friends come to meet today..."
And a passionate female voice: "It is now 7 a.m. Beijing time, and the Mining Bureau radio station has started broadcasting for you."
At that moment, the details hidden in the most hidden corners of memory clamored and crowded out.
This announcer is an educated youth from the Northeast. He has a round face and likes to wear two braids. He occasionally pronounces the word "人" as "Yin".
After leaving home, he went to the south and never had the chance to hear a loud broadcast with this accent again. He had long forgotten this feeling.
The details of this dream are too real.
Just like in the game, even the smallest NPC has a complete life trajectory setting...
My head started to hurt again, like an awl pricking my temple.
No, this is not a dream...
If it was a dream, he should be awake by now.
Li Wenjun held his head and shook it vigorously.
My vision, which was blurry just now, is now extremely clear.
There is a hand-torn calendar nailed to the wall above Gu Zhanyan's head.
June 18, 1980, Wednesday, the sixth day of the fifth lunar month.
It is advisable to get married, make a bed, and go out. It is forbidden to disturb the earth or dig a well.
Gu Zhanyan has a habit of tearing off the day's calendar before going to bed at night. What he sees when he wakes up in the morning is a new day's calendar.
Li Wenjun's heart beat wildly, his lips were numb, and goosebumps broke out all over his body.
He looked down dullly at his washed-yellow vest, squeezing his hands that were once full of wrinkles but now white and smooth, feeling the energy and impulse that a twenty-year-old man could never use up surging in his body.
