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The nasal cavity was filled with the smell of blood, so it was impossible to distinguish the smell of disinfectant in the air. The unique smell of the hospital was still pervading the room.

Zhao An was lying on the bed. He had not lost consciousness, but he had opened his mouth and was unable to speak. He could not cause even the slightest movement from any part of his body. Could this be counted as him becoming a vegetable?

Probably not, but it wasn't any better. He was afraid it would be even worse, and he might not be too far away from death. He didn't think that this would be the last job of his life. He wouldn't regret it. He would do the same thing.

"The most precious thing about humans is life. Life belongs to us only once. A man's life ought to be lived like this, and when he looks back on it, he does not regret his years, nor does he feel ashamed of his past inactivity, so that, dying, he can say: My whole life and all my energy have been devoted to the most magnificent cause in the world. to work for the evolution of humanity as a whole. "

Zhao An suddenly thought of something else. However, it seemed a little different. Paul Korchagin was talking about fighting for the liberation of mankind, right?

"Foolish humans, low-level humans, incurable humans, weak and arrogant humans who have no self-awareness, as a low-level organism …" Do you realize my greatness? "

Zhao An felt as if his consciousness had already become muddled. Just great? This phrase touched upon Zhao An. Was the last thing he did in his life considered great? He had not been able to save his parents' lives, but he had at least protected her.

"Your life has been short, your life has been short, thousands of people on Earth have died like you with no need to know. The greatest glory and achievement of your life is at this moment, and I'm giving you a chance to start over. Are you willing?"

Zhao An subconsciously nodded his head. He didn't know why his consciousness had become so chaotic. Was this a near-death experience? It was said that before a human died, their brain would fall into an illusion from fear, reducing that fear.

Perhaps this was it. He was really going to die. Zhao An felt very tired. This kind of death wasn't too bad … However, there was some regret and unwillingness.

"But you're too weak. Even if I let you repeat yourself, you won't be able to achieve the desired result … "Then, just prepare for a while …"

Zhao An took a deep breath and came back to his senses. When he thought that it was just a near-death experience, but the inexplicable words disappeared from his mind, he entered a space where he had to prepare for ten years before he could leave. He returned to April of 2001, which was now.

Zhao An didn't know what was going on. Maybe it was a technology from the future, maybe it was an alien, he couldn't understand it, but he knew he didn't need to understand it. The voice that conversed with him while he was unconscious never appeared again.

It was late spring and April, and already had the scent of early summer. A rain was falling on the blue stone path, and with a raise of his hand, Zhao An plucked a fragmented flower and casually shook it. The petals rubbed together to form a rain drop, causing Zhao An to be stunned for a moment before he suddenly felt a chill and quickened his steps towards home.

Although the rented house was shabby, with the presence of his parents, it would eventually give off a warm feeling. Although the temperature of the room was low, his parents' hearts would always feel warm and those who had experienced many things would always pay special attention to people's hearts and emotions.

"Go wash your face and brush your teeth!" Qin Zhu looked at his son, who had beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. He was not allowed to carry the bowl.

The bathroom was very small, and Zhao Dagong was shaving with a blade. Zhao An squeezed into the bathroom and found it to be a little narrow. Zhao Dagong had accidentally cut some skin and wiped it off.

Only now did Zhao An notice that Zhao Danchong had changed into a clean and tidy suit. It was a famous Chinese brand that usually cost between seven to two thousand yuan.

In the year 2009, the income of the public officials of the county city of Sha was only around ten thousand yuan. Qin Zhu's monthly salary was no more than a thousand yuan, which was only enough for a set of clothes like this.

"I borrowed it from your Aunt Hu. It took her ten days to get it, but the business was still slow, and she had already settled it on the third day … I borrowed the clothes first. " Zhao Dagong explained casually and brushed away some of the water droplets that had splattered on his sleeves while washing his hands.

Aunt Hu's name was Hu Yue, and she was originally a colleague of Qin Zhu's. She also taught in the same school, but in 1999 she was laid off and opened a laundry.

Qin Zhu was on good terms with her, and often called her a sister. After the Zhao Family had fallen into poverty, only Hu Yue remained in the relationship with Zhao Da and his wife, and now that the former Qin Zhu had often helped Hu Yue, they now needed Hu Yue to help Zhao Da and his wife. However, Hu Yue's own financial situation was limited, and she couldn't help too much … But to Zhao Dagong and his wife, the warmth of their hearts was even more precious.

Since April, the temperature had risen and people worked hard. Moreover, the clothes in spring and summer were thinner, so washing it was easier. Spring and summer, the beginning of autumn had always been the off-season for laundry.

If the two families weren't on good terms, Hu Yue wouldn't have lent the guest's expensive suit to Zhao Datong. Hu Yue clearly knew that if Zhao Datong didn't have to borrow it, she wouldn't have to make things difficult for her. When Qin Zhu ran over early in the morning, Hu Yue immediately found a suit that was similar in size to Zhao Datong's and brought it over.

Zhao An still remembered that after his unfortunate birth, a seventeen year old youth was at a loss for what to do in the face of such matters. He was completely at a loss for what to do. After Zhao An failed his high school entrance examination, he went to the south to work, which was also the way and living expenses that Hu Yue had paid him.

His distant relatives were not as close as his close friends, and it was exactly as Hu Yue explained. Even his close relatives were far from being able to match up to him … After the death of their parents, those so-called relatives who often visited and owed their families a great deal of favors treated Zhao An as a burden. Some people's appearances were truly shameful and disheartening.

By the time he heard about Hu Yue, her laundry could no longer run. Zhao An was too embarrassed to do anything about it, so he brought a fresh salary to Hu Yue. Unfortunately, Hu Yue's laundry had already been transferred to him, and there was no news of them ever seeing each other again after so many years.

It was three to four o'clock every day … Please give me a red ticket.

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