The sound of heavy collisions rang out on the busy streets in the morning.
"Ah! Someone is dead, please help!"
Pedestrians around him were so frightened that they screamed.
Liu Lang was hit hard by a large car and his body was spinning in the air like a kite with broken strings. Liu Lang, who was still conscious, clearly saw the child who was pushed away by him lying aside with a smile on his face.
With a trace of confusion, countless pedestrians passing by looked up at him, each with a look of horror. The big car that knocked him away was right under him, and the locked tires rubbed against the ground and produced white smoke.
In Liu Lang's consciousness, the time around him seemed to have stopped, there was no sound, there was silence, and the scene in front of him seemed to be just a painting.
Then, time quickly reversed, and Liu Lang's short life of nearly forty years appeared in Liu Lang's mind, including his daughter going to school, his daughter being born, marrying his girlfriend, working, being parents, going to university, middle school, elementary school...
….
Those memories in the deepest consciousness appeared in Liu Lang's mind like flashbacks.
"It is said that before a person dies, his life's experiences will flash through his mind one by one... It seems that this is true! I'm going to die!"
Liu Lang couldn't feel pain, but he could feel that his life was gradually fading away, and the scenes in his consciousness continued to blur.
"My life is so ordinary. Only my relatives are worthy of nostalgia. Apart from that, there is nothing else to remember... Daughter, wife, father, mother, please take care. I'm leaving first..."
Liu Lang's last memory was of him holding his parents' hands and playing in a park. He raised his head and watched a flock of birds flying in the sky.
"Daddy, daddy, what are those birds going to do?"
"Son, they are flying south."
"Why?"
"Because winter has arrived in our north, they fly south to spend the winter and will come back next year."
"So our north is their home?"
"Of course, this is our home, no matter where we are, we have to go home in the end...!"
"go home………!"
Liu Lang's consciousness suddenly disappeared and fell into a dead silence...
"Doctor, doctor, look what's wrong with my son?"
A burst of noise rang in his ears. The voice seemed familiar, but Liu Lang couldn't remember who it was.
"Where am I...? By the way, am I not dead? Am I just dreaming?"
Liu Lang wanted to open his eyes, but he couldn't open his eyelids with all his strength. He tried to move his arms and legs, but found that no part of his body could move even half an inch. He only felt that there was someone holding him and holding him.
running around.
"Could it be that... my whole body is paralyzed and I have turned into a vegetative state?"
A feeling of fear welled up in his heart.
"Doctor, please see what's wrong with my son, quickly!"
The familiar yet unfamiliar voice came again, and at the same time, I felt like I was being placed on something hard.
"What's wrong with the child?"
A strange voice came.
"I've had a fever since last night. I haven't opened my eyes yet, can't even open my mouth, and can't drink milk."
"My body is so hot! How many months has it been?"
"The full moon has just emerged."
"Full moon? It looks like a rash. Break the paracetamol into pieces, dissolve one-fifth of it in water and give it to the child. Then drink more hot water and don't let the wind blow it. It will be fine after a day... This kid
You’re so strong, it’s okay!”
At the same time, Liu Lang only felt that his face was pinched gently.
"Son? Rash? Paracetamol? What the hell is going on?"
Liu Lang was completely confused. He felt anxious and slowly opened his eyes with all his strength. Two people's faces appeared in front of him.
"This is?"
One of the men, who was about twenty-seven or twenty-seven years old, with a fair face and somewhat messy hair, was looking at him anxiously.
"Damn it, this...isn't this my father? It's just that he's not the right age! My son?"
Liu Lang suddenly thought of something.
"Could it be that I traveled through time? Back to when I was a child?"
"Dad, I am your son!"
Liu Lang opened his mouth and thought of shouting, but the sound that came out was.
"Wow wow wow...!"
It was not until three days later that Liu Lang confirmed that he had really traveled through time. He traveled back to April 26, 1980, which was only twenty-seven days after he was born. Of course, this was the day he was born in April.
I only learned about it on the 28th, because on that day my mother accidentally walked past the calendar while holding me in her arms, and I happened to glance at it from a distance and then determined the exact time.
The year 1980! It’s such a distant era for me, so far away that I don’t even remember what happened to me this year...!
Well, it seems that things from the past life have to be experienced again. Rebirth is something that few people should be able to experience. This is simply a gift from God to oneself, or he may very well be the son of God, which is called for short.
Son of Heaven………….
But shouldn't the emperor immediately turn on the golden finger when he comes to earth, and then go directly to the pinnacle of life? But why should he be reincarnated directly? Should he cheer loudly now and let his parents find those big figures who will be all-powerful in the future, and with them
Become a good friend and tell them what the future will be like, and then just sit back and wait for the other person's welfare?
If he did this, I believe that his parents, who were looking very kind, would throw him to the ground without mercy, and then shout: Monster...!
Of course Liu Lang would not do this. In fact, a child who is not yet one month old is the weakest. The muscles of his legs, arms and whole body are not much different from the wheelchair-bound Hawking in his previous life.
When he just traveled back to his childhood...no, it should be said to the day when he was full moon, he thought it was a dream, a dream immersed in the moment before death, but in these three days, he saw
I have never seen each of my relatives when they were young. Even if I have seen them, I will never have any memories.
For example, if he talks about his breasts, the wrinkles on his face as deep as ravines have already sunk into the deepest part of his past life memory. They will never be displayed in front of him so clearly as they are now. Every time this old man sees him
, those deep wrinkles would stretch out as much as possible, and then stretch out their trembling hands, carefully taking him in his mother's hands.
Only one month old, Liu Lang stared at his "innocent" eyes. He raised his little hand and stretched out towards this face full of "gullies". His delicate skin gently scratched the skin like sandpaper. What came out was
After nearly forty years of warmth, the wrinkles on Tai Nai's face had stretched to their maximum extent. Her toothless mouth was gently pressed against the child's hand, and Liu Lang even saw those turbid eyes.
His eyes became clear and emitted two rays of light.