Mysterious resurgence

"he came."

In the small temple in Guanjiang Community, Wang Shanshan seemed to have some idea, and her eyes immediately looked outside the gate.

Zhang Wenwen and Jiang Yan immediately followed and looked over.

Outside the gate, a young and somewhat immature man of about 20 years old with fair skin was striding towards us. He looked very ordinary. There was nothing special about him except for his somewhat cold temperament. .

"Is he Yang Jian? Why is he so young?" Zhang Wenwen looked a little surprised.

According to his guess, Yang Jian should be a figure of the same era as Aunt Jiang and his grandfather. He is now not only eighty, but at least seventy. How can he still stay so young?

But soon he thought of Sister Wang again.

Sister Wang has remained young for decades, and has basically not changed much since he was a child until now. This Yang Jian may be the same.

"Yang Jian." Jiang Yan's eyes instantly became wet, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

All kinds of memories from the past began to appear in her mind, until finally those precious memories filled her heart, and she seemed to be back to the original time in a trance.

But when she stretched out her hand and saw her wrinkled arms, Jiang Yan immediately woke up.

I am very old, over eighty years old.

If she hadn't lived a good life and cultivated herself properly over the years, she wouldn't have been able to survive until now, and she would have died like Zhang Liqin long ago.

"Jiang Yan, you are old." Yang Jian's voice sounded, as calm as usual, revealing a bit of indifference.

Jiang Yan shed tears and touched her old face: "Sixty years have passed, how can you not be the same? You are still the same as before, you are still so young. I have no shame to stand in front of you like this. "

"Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long." Yang Jian said.

"Fortunately, I finally waited for you. I have been really scared in the past few years. I am afraid that one day I will not be able to hold on and die. I pray every night that I will be healthy and able to hold on until today. You don't know , I have seen many people die over the years, some of them younger than me. Last month, an old man in his seventies suddenly fell and died while walking. I was watching at the time. "

Jiang Yan wiped her tears and started talking like a child, because at this moment, she found her backbone again.

"Birth, old age, illness and death are all human nature. Compared with many people of that era, you are lucky."

Yang Jian said calmly, and then he looked at the old man lying on the ground: "Awei looks very bad and seems to be dying."

"Please, save my dad." Zhang Wenwen knelt down and begged.

"It's not that difficult."

Yang Jian stretched out his hand to grab it, and the red spear suddenly appeared in his hand. Then he whispered softly, like a god speaking true words.

"I say, those before you will wake up."

The voice echoed in the small temple. The moment he finished speaking, the unconscious Uncle Zhang suddenly opened his eyes and woke up instantly, but his expression was still slightly painful, as if his body had suffered tremendous torture. .

"I said, the people in front of me are free from disasters and diseases."

After these words, Uncle Zhang, who was lying on the ground, trembled slightly, and then he breathed a long sigh of relief. All the pain in his body was taken away in an instant, making him feel instantly comfortable.

"I said the man in front of me is strong and healthy."

"I say, the person in front of you has sharp ears and eyes."

next moment.

Uncle Zhang's frail hands and feet suddenly became strong and powerful. He no longer looked like a dying old man, but more like a strong young man. At the same time, his eyes became brighter and his hearing became normal. , there is no such thing as old eyesight, deafness.

"Your grandpa is back again."

Uncle Zhang yelled angrily at this moment, and he stood up with a quick movement of his hands and feet. The cane in his hand was thrown aside and was no longer needed.

Zhang Wenwen on the side was a little stunned at the moment.

This, how is this possible?

My father, who had been so angry just now, suddenly became lively and energetic, as if he had suddenly become dozens of years younger.

"Brother Legs, if you can speak, just say a few more words. My old back has been sore and weak recently and I need to strengthen it." Uncle Zhang said without politeness at all.

"You are too old to use it." Yang Jian said, "I didn't expect that you would have a son sixty years later. When did you get married? Who did you marry?"

"I got married late. I didn't marry a third-tier star in the company until I was thirty years old. My wife told me that you don't even know the leg brother, so it's not worth mentioning. I didn't plan to marry her at first, but one day she asked I ate kebabs and insisted on staying at my house. After a while, she said she was pregnant, so I had no choice but to listen to my dad and get married."

Uncle Zhang stopped and talked about a past event.

"A lot of things have happened in the years since you left. First of all, your company went bankrupt. The Shangtong Building was demolished ten years ago, and the headquarters was also disbanded. The deputy minister of the headquarters, Wang Guoqiang, heard Liu Xiaoyu say that for twenty years He passed away not long ago, and your teammates couldn’t hold on anymore and lay in the coffin. You also saw it before, they were the ones responsible for the ghosts in Dachang City.”

"Oh, this is because I, Ah Wei, can do the job. Others would not be willing to attack their former teammates."

At this time Jiang Yan said: "Your secretary Zhang Liqin also passed away. She was only in her fifties when she died. She was very young. Her aunt also passed away, but Zhang Liqin and I took good care of her and lived to be over eighty years old. She just left, she always misses you and cries often."

"On the day my aunt passed away, your cousin came to pay her respects. I saw her, and she was still the same as before."

"Liu Xiaoyu has Alzheimer's disease and is currently being treated in the hospital. The doctor said she often has fevers and is in very bad health."

Having said this, Yang Jian said: "Liu Xiaoyu died just now."

"What?" Jiang Yan was startled.

Wang Shanshan immediately asked: "Didn't you save her? She wouldn't have died if you took action."

"Her desire to live is not very high, and birth, old age, illness and death are normal in life. She will indeed not die if I take action, but what happens after that? Will she continue to live in an old age, or will she rely on supernatural power to live forever? I have no right to do it for her. choose."

Yang Jian said calmly.

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Yan and Wang Shanshan also fell silent.

yes.

Everyone has to die, and after living for so many years, they have actually seen through many things.

After all, youth is gone. Even if you rely on supernatural power to survive, how long will you live?

Uncle Zhang couldn't help but sigh: "I just thought about it. I will live as long as I want in this life. My time has passed. There is no point in hanging on to death. The reason why I am still holding on to this breath is, Actually, I just wanted to see Brother Leg again, and now that I have seen him, I feel I have no regrets."

With Yang Jian here, he doesn't worry about being haunted in the future, nor does he worry about his son or grandson being cared for in the future.

There is no more worry in my heart.

At this moment, Jiang Yan bit her lip and said, "No, I don't want it. I'm not willing to do it. I've been waiting for you for sixty years. I don't want to die like this. Yang Jian, I beg you, give us a chance to choose again." , I want to go back to the past, and I want to continue to accompany you. If possible, I can always take care of you."

"Even if you have truly become a god, gods still need someone to serve them, right?"

After years of obsession, Jiang Yan is unwilling to call it a day. She hopes that she can have a chance to do it again.

Wang Shanshan still didn't speak. She looked at Yang Jian calmly, seeming to be thinking.

Yang Jian looked at Jiang Yan and said: "You have waited for me for sixty years, and I will give you sixty years back. I can give you two choices, return to your youth with your memories, or I can erase these sixty years of your life." The memory will take you back to the day before I fell asleep, and these sixty years will be as if they did not exist for you."

Jiang Yan's eyes lit up, showing a bit of excitement, but in the end she started thinking about what choice she should make.

Should we keep the memories of these sixty years, or not?

"You don't need to make a decision immediately. You can think slowly and give me an answer when you think clearly." Yang Jian said.

At this time, Wang Shanshan said: "If you are willing to give Jiang Yan a chance, then why not give Liu Xiaoyu another chance. She has not lived a good life in the past sixty years, and Jiang Yan is right, your future life will be better." It’s very long, and you have to have someone to accompany you, and you can’t have no one around you.”

When Wang Shanshan heard that Liu Xiaoyu died, she felt uncomfortable, so she wanted to change something.

"It is not difficult for me to reverse the past and change life and death. Since you said so, I will ask Liu Xiaoyu and see what she chooses."

After Yang Jian finished speaking, his whole body glowed red, then he took a step forward and disappeared in front of everyone.

"Where has he gone?" Zhang Wenwen was surprised at this moment.

"Go back to the past." Jiang Yan said.

"Is he God? He can actually go back to the past?" Zhang Wenwen was even more shocked. This was no different from a god.

Uncle Zhang smiled and said: "Stupid son, there are some things that are difficult to explain to you. You will figure it out in the future."

now.

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.

"Yes, 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. Murmured, 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. There was no regret or reluctance before, because what died at this moment was only aging, fatigue, and pain, but youth, happiness, and beauty were still alive. 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 her changes 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, his eyes bent up, like two crescents, looking very cute.

Jiang Yan on the side looked very envious, but she still had not made up her mind.