From the moment Meng Xifan woke up, he knew that he had to say goodbye to the past.

Things like destiny are always so mysterious and unpredictable.

My father spent most of his life in the agency and didn't even get into a section chief, but at the end of last year it suddenly came to work. With the wind of democratic evaluation, he was promoted to deputy director by going beyond the level. At the beginning of this year, the old director retreated to the second line, and he turned the word "deputy" of the deputy director into "dai". Just as he was about to make a big fortune, the driver drove his newly bought Audi into a stinky ditch.

During his father's hospitalization, Meng Xifan traveled half of the city every day to buy two "check" sesame cakes. This was the food his father liked the most. On the lonely days of his old man, these two sesame cakes from his son became his greatest comfort.

My father began to cheer up, and he gradually adapted to the legs-free life.

But her mother fell ill at this time. The misfortune of her family made her exhausted. She fell on her beloved podium. After receiving the call from the school, Meng Xifan went to ask the leader for leave in a daze, and the leader specifically took care of him and drove the car from the unit to the hospital.

The unit's parking lot was across the road, and Meng Xifan did not cross the overpass; when he climbed over the guardrail in the middle of the road, a black sedan created the third tragedy of the unfortunate family.

The moment Meng Xifan was knocked away, he was filled with regret and helplessness. He was angry that his life ended in a hurry, so he roared with all his strength:

"I'm not willing to give up!"

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At the end of July of the ninth year of the Tang Dynasty, the 9th year of Yamato, Chang'an City.

Meng Xifan woke up and lay on a large mahogany carved bed, his limbs were stiff and weak, and his whole body was as thin as a skeleton.

On the chair beside the bed, a maid who was vigilant on the 14th and 5th day of the night was sleeping soundly.

Now he is the late third-rank Right Guard General of the Tang Dynasty, Yang Hao, the only son of Yang Qing, the 16-year-old Marquis of Xining. Before that, this poor boy had been in a coma for a whole eighty day!

Meng Xifan knew that he would not only inherit the young man's prominent family background and official position, but also inherit his nickname of "Daoba" and his troubles outside.

The third-rank county lady who was only thirty-five years old but had been widowed for fifteen years will become her mother, but her mother is not aware of her life and death at this time.

Meng Xifan hopes that he will lie down in a daze, allowing his thoughts to travel through the thousands of years of time and space.

But he had to admit that no matter how reluctant he was, everything in the past had gone far away from him. Although everything in front of him was strange, it was his true destiny.

The night wind penetrated through the window frames filled with gauze, and the room was cool.

Yang Hao woke up after 81 days of sleep.

The maid who was dozing suddenly woke up. She was delighted to see a tear on Dalang's face and was smiling at her hard.

The maid was ecstatic, and she rushed to the door and shouted to the night sky: "Da Lang is awake!"

Joy washed away the depression and gloom that had covered the 81-day sky above the Xining Hou Mansion, and the entire Hou Mansion suddenly became boiling.

The sky in the east has turned white, all the candles in the Xining Marquis Mansion have been lit, and the stars and lights have gathered into the way home of the lonely wanderer...

A red sun jumped out of the horizon.

This is the first ray of sunshine in August of the 9th year of the Tang Dynasty.

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Chapter completed!