() The setting sun turned into the scorching sun in the morning light. This scene caused an uproar and madness in the whole world.
It was a kind of shock in the sky, like the heaven and earth were reversed.
After all, in today's world, technology dominates, and everything starts with atheism. Although there are often many miracles in life that transcend common sense, miracles, precisely because they are miracles, often represent very little, so little that they can be ignored.
, so when you see or see it, although it causes some shock, as time goes by and as you are troubled by life, that shock will gradually disappear and be annihilated.
But at this moment, as everyone raised their heads and witnessed the scene in the sky, the sunset in the afterglow turned into a scorching sun like a reversal. The scene witnessed by the whole world caused strong shock and excitement.
crazy.
And at this moment, in the land of China, or in other countries, as long as there are people with Yanhuang blood, their expressions suddenly change in an instant, and they feel the boiling and burning of their own blood.
.The wind of the sky sweeps by, like the sun falling on the skin, like...the mother's embrace when she was young.
Before the sunset turns into a scorching sun.
In a hospital.
"This child is so pitiful. He was abandoned by his mother less than two months after he was born!"
"Oh, how pitiful the parents in the world are. This child has congenital heart disease. To save it, we need too much money, and we don't know if it can be saved!"
"But no matter what, it is the child of its parents. Nothing can be abandoned. The mother of this child is too cruel when she is pregnant in ten months!"
"Alas, this child has been sent to the emergency room twice and is still being rescued. Alas, I hope the child is safe..."
A group of nurses were talking quietly next to the emergency room.
And in a corner not far away, a woman who wrapped herself tightly would cast her eyes in front of the emergency room door from time to time. Tears had already rolled down her covered face.
"Child, don't blame mom, mom can't help it..."
In the emergency room, there was a child who was a few months old. He was very thin. Although he was white, tender and beautiful, his eyes were closed at the moment, his face was bloodless, and his eyes were hanging weakly.
A doctor was sweating profusely and placed his hands on her little heart, pressing it constantly.
The people nearby, several elderly doctors sighed, and several nurses even shed tears. Although they have long been used to life and death, at this moment...
"Wang Mei, forget it, it's been half an hour, this child has already..."
"Signature, time of death..."
Didi, didi, didi...
And at this moment, when everyone here paused and felt the blood boiling in their bodies, the instrument, which had long been transformed into lines, suddenly began to rise and fall, and the beeping sound resounded continuously...
In a courtyard.
"Mom, what color is the sky? Mom, what color is the grass? Mom, I smell the fragrance of flowers, Mom, I smell the sun, Mom, why don't I have a partner to play with me, Mom...
"
This is a very dilapidated courtyard. A little girl of six or seven years old has her eyes wide open, but her eyes are dull. That is because... she cannot see the outside world. In her world,
Only the scene her mother described to her.
That was her mother creating a new world for her.
Not far away from the little girl, a woman about thirty years old was listening to the little girl's mother's screams. The clean and beautiful child's voice made her shed tears unconsciously.
Why didn't she want her daughter to see the world? Her daughter's eyes still had hope, but she had no money, so she could only cry her mother's tears at night, holding the worn quilt alone.
Tears fell silently.
"Mom, I heard the cry of the bird. That bird is so beautiful. Mom, I saw a little ant. It works so hard that no difficulty can trap it. Mom, the flower has bloomed again...
…”
The little girl was sitting on the steps, wearing simple clothes and smiling brightly, like sunshine.
And at this moment, the little girl's body suddenly stopped, bursts of light appeared in her body, her blood was boiling, her eyes seemed to be injected with a warm current, she closed her eyes, but when she came again
When she opened it, she saw...
Her mother's tears, and the sky and the earth that her mother helped her create.
A street.
A lot of people gathered there, including reporters from the TV station.
"Hello everyone, I am Shen Nan, a reporter from Chenxi TV. There is a young girl here today. She set out from Thean Hou Temple at five o'clock in the morning, taking three steps and kowtowing. It has been twelve hours since then.
According to this young girl, her name is Putao. Her parents died young and she has an older brother and younger sister with autism. Yesterday, a master told her that as long as she starts kowtowing from Tianhou Temple and reaches Zhanshan Temple, her older brother and younger sister can be cured.
disease..."
A young girl took three steps and knelt down on the street. At this moment, her face was pale, blood had already appeared on her forehead and flowed down her cheeks. Her knees had already been worn out and turned red. On the ground where she knelt
On the bed, two pools of red blood flowed.
That was the hope of healing my brother and sister.
"Nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven..."
"Nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight..."
"Nineteen thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine..."
At some point, a passerby watching the excitement was counting the moments when the girl knelt down. But as he kept counting, the passerby shed tears unconsciously and murmured silently. He raised his head,
Looked at the sky.
Silent blessings and...hope.
And at this moment, his body suddenly boiled. The girl who was kneeling and kowtowing in a rocking chair, her face bloodless. Just when she was about to raise her head with difficulty, her body suddenly shook, and her blood was burning.
, her blood was boiling, and she... felt a warmth.
She... saw hope.
In a house.
There were loud cries, and a lot of people gathered there, most of them simple villagers. They were shedding tears because their beloved mayor, the mayor who had given everything for them, was dying at the moment.
.
In the house, on a dilapidated bed, there was a middle-aged man of about forty years old, his eyes closed at the moment, his face was pale, and his breathing was weak. An old doctor sighed and announced the result.
The crying was a little louder.
In their cries, they thought of the poverty and hardship of their life before the arrival of the mayor. They lived a precarious life. In some villages, they were even a family, wearing the same shirt.
Pants.
That is a true extreme poverty.
But at this moment...
The cries gradually rippled, and everyone knelt down, kowtowed, and prayed to heaven for their beloved mayor.
Bang bang bang...
I don’t know whether prayer had an effect or something else. When those simple villagers suddenly felt their blood boiling and burning, and their whole bodies felt warm as if all their old illnesses had disappeared, their mayor, with a cough, slowly
Opened my eyes...
In front of a hospital.
"Ahem, old lady, let's go back. I can't cure my disease!" An old man with gray hair stood up tremblingly from the stone steps. He kept coughing, and the corners of his mouth
There was a faint trace of blood.
"Old man..."
The wife next to her, whose hair was also white, looked at the appearance of the old man who had been with her for most of her life at this moment, and she shed muddy tears in her eyes. She knew that if she returned, her husband could only wait for death in silence.
"Forget it, old lady, I have lived enough in this life, and I can't spend that wasted money!" The old man shook his head, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked at the doctors and patients passing by him. He raised his head and looked at the sky.
One glance.
The sun was setting in the sky at this moment, and the afterglow was shining brightly. In the eyes of the old man, it was like his life had come to an end at this moment.
"Go back, I don't want to die here. I want to see the place where I was born and raised. After living outside for most of my life, it's time to go back..."
The old man coughed, sighed, and waved to his wife. The two of them supported each other and walked into the afterglow of the setting sun. When they looked at it, they felt endless desolation.
At this moment, the two old men suddenly trembled. Their bodies no longer looked like they were in their twilight years, but were gradually gaining vitality...
Infancy, youth, youth, middle age, old age.
Like the cycle of life.
And at the moment when the blood of Yanhuang beings was burning, the setting sun in the sky drew a perfect trajectory, and in the shock of the whole world, it turned into a scorching sun that soared into the sky. That... represented hope.
"Yanhuang!"
"Yanhuang!!"
"Yanhuang!!!"
At this moment, the entire land of China is in silence, in the boiling and burning of blood, in the internal organs being nourished by a breath, in the disease of the entire body, whether it is as small as a cold or as large as cancer,
All people with Yanhuang bloodline were reborn.
Their diseases were no longer there. Some stood up from their wheelchairs, some lay down in bed for three or ten years, and got down again. Some saw the world from darkness; some heard from silence again.
This world of longing...
There are countless students who have taken off the thick lenses that may accompany them throughout their lives, and their bodies feel a vitality like never before.
Regardless of filial piety, youth, youth, middle age, or old age, everyone's blood boiled and the moment they felt the meaning of Yanhuang burning in their souls, everyone gradually shed tears.
"Yanhuang!"
"Yanhuang!!"
"Yanhuang!!!"
Never before had this moment, when their blood boiled and burned, made them feel so deeply that they cared about themselves, that they were proud of themselves as members of the Yanhuang clan.
It was the meaning of Yanhuang that boiled due to the burning of blood, allowing them to feel the glory, pride, pride, and splendor of their bloodline again from this life, from this world.
"Yanhuang!"
"Yanhuang!!"
"Yanhuang!!!"
At this moment, after falling into a short period of calm due to the burning of blood and the reversal of the setting sun, the entire land of China suddenly boiled, and the sound of flames and yellows roared and swirled, rolling and flowing like the waves of the sea.
On this day, the sky is shaken by the burning of Yanhuang blood!
On this day, the setting sun turns to the early sun, hoping to spot it!
On this day, the Yanhuang bloodline reaches the top of the sky without regrets!