Yang Jian restarted the present, crossed the barrier of time, and came to the ward of Dachang City Hospital again.

On the hospital bed at this moment, the old man was slowly closing his eyes and was about to take his last breath.

"Liu Xiaoyu."

A familiar call rang in my ears, like a call from a god, pulling the dying old man back from the edge of death.

"Is it, Yang Jian?" Liu Xiaoyu couldn't speak, she was responding in her heart.

"it's me."

Yang Jian seemed to be able to listen to her inner voice: "Are you tired? Do you want to pass away, or are you willing to go back to the past and continue walking with me?"

"I'm tired. I'm very old. Now I want to have a good sleep. But my youth belongs to you. Take my youth away and let me accompany you when I was young." Liu Xiaoyu sighed in her heart.

Hum, responding to Yang Jian's voice.

"I understand." Yang Jian said.

Then, while Liu Xiaoyu was dying, he vaguely saw Yang Jian's figure. He was waving his hands to say goodbye to him, but there was a person standing next to Yang Jian.

It was a young, beautiful young woman with two ponytails. She looked very cute, just like she did when she was young.

The old man was feeling particularly happy at the moment. She knew that Yang Jian would have someone by her side from now on.

Finally, she passed away peacefully.

"Let's go." Yang Jian greeted, took Liu Xiaoyu out of the hospital, and returned to Guanjiang Community again.

at the same time.

In the hospital, the corpse of the old man who had been dead for a long time suddenly showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, looking particularly peaceful, without the previous regrets and reluctance, because what died at this moment was only aging, fatigue, and pain, but youth, happiness, and beauty were still alive.

Come down.

When Yang Jian appeared in the small temple with young Liu Xiaoyu, Jiang Yan and Zhang Wei were stunned.

"Her memory only stops at the day I disappeared, but she roughly knows how she has changed over the past sixty years." Yang Jian explained.

Wang Shanshan understood and said: "So the real Liu Xiaoyu has passed away? She left her best moments to you."

"It depends on how you understand it. She inherited Liu Xiaoyu's memory, but forgot part of it. You can say she is Liu Xiaoyu, or you can say she is not. I followed her own wishes." Yang Jian said.

"Yes, I think this is good." Liu Xiaoyu smiled at this moment, her eyes bent up, like two crescents, looking very cute.
Chapter completed!