The fluid in the infusion bottle slowly crawls into the blood vessel. Slowly waking up from the tip of the finger, the real feeling of tinnitus is gradually strengthened, and there is a "buzzing" sound in the ear. At first it looked like a few bees, but after a while, it became the roar of the factory, a huge noise.

Yuan Xiao suddenly opened his eyes.

"Wake up, wake up, he woke up!" A sharp-eyed reporter suddenly exclaimed when he noticed that the people in the ward were moving. Then, a swarm of reporters didn't listen to the advice and rushed into the ward frantically.

Yuan Xiao looked at the group of foreigners around him who opened their mouths and couldn't hear any voices at all, feeling a little overwhelmed. His memory still lingers on the plane. He looked at these people blankly, raised his hand and touched his cheek.

While asleep, Bai Wenlin seemed to kiss his face.

A microphone was poked in front of him, and the female reporter quickly asked in English, "As a survivor of the 729 air disaster, may the truth be as the airline said, it was caused by the sudden change of weather?"

Yuan Xiao finally heard a little sound, but he sensed something was wrong.

The reporter was still questioning loudly. Several security guards drove the person out. A black nurse said angrily, "The patient has just woken up, he needs to rest."

The "bang" noise was locked outside the door, but Yuan Xiao's tinnitus intensified, and the sharp scream made him cover his ears.

A few minutes later, several airline executives came in, one of them was Chinese, and looked very elegant in his thirties. They apologized to Yuan Xiao in a sincere tone, "Mr. Luo, in the event of a flight accident, first of all, our airline's negligence of duty and wrong weather forecast led to the accident indirectly. We are willing to take full responsibility for this and will follow the law. Reasonable compensation for your losses."

Yuan Xiao glanced at them, and then glanced at the modern high-level ward. His heart became more and more heavy, and he asked an irrelevant question, "Which year is this year?"

A few people in charge looked at each other, "Uh 2019, Mr. Luo, do you need an MRI to check your brain?"

"No need." Yuan Xiao closed his eyes.

He didn't expect that he would be able to come back.

The 729 air crash was the flight accident he encountered when he first flew to the United States, which made him travel to twenty-two years ago and dressed as a person with the same name who looked exactly the same.

In that parallel time and space, all the people, things and things related to Luo Yuanxiao disappeared. He lived like that for eleven years, and finally in 2008, Yuan Xiao fell asleep on a flight to the United States due to heart surgery.

Perhaps he died in his sleep, and when he woke up, he returned to the correct time and space, and everything returned to its place.

The Chinese also helped Yuan Xiao connect his parents' phone and said, "When you were in a coma, we contacted your family members, but they didn't have passports and couldn't come to the United States to visit you. How long do you plan to return to China? Our company will be here. Responsible for all your daily life for a period of time."

"Let's talk about it." Yuan Xiao shook his head, raised his head and asked, "How long have I been in a coma? What day is today?"

"Today is August 4th. Since we found you, you have been in a coma for two days. In fact, you were the first to wake up on flight 729"

"No. 4 is over." Yuan Xiao's memory of this date was too deep. He sat up directly, bent down and started looking for shoes, "Where are my shoes and bags?" The airline manager quickly opened the brand-new brand-name tote bag and took out a new set of clothes, a set of casual formal wear. Another Chinese handed him a schoolbag and mobile phone. "Your parents are on the phone."

Yuan Xiao's parents cried in the video, calling out their son's name. Yuan Xiao's panicked movements stopped immediately. He hadn't heard his parents' voice for eleven years, a whole eleven years.

In the face of the family's reciprocal complaints after the catastrophe, several leaders of the airline company all tacitly closed the door of the ward and went out.

"You don't have to come to see me, Dad, Mom, I" Yuan Xiao involuntarily touched his left ear, which was ringing in his ears, "I'm fine, it's really fine, I don't have any injuries on my body, I'll be back in a while. "

"Manman, don't buy their airline tickets. My dad and I don't worry about changing to a safer place. Buy first class." Manman is Luo Yuanxiao's nickname. He was born on the Lantern Festival. "Manman" means "happiness" Happy, family reunion".

"Or take a boat back and take a cruise, the plane is too unsafe"

Yuan Xiao rudely pulled the infusion needle down, and a few drops of blood splashed on the sheets. As he changed his clothes, he said, "A plane crash is a small probability event. Since I survived miraculously, I will definitely not be so unlucky to encounter a second time."

Screaming "don't stand fg" on the other end of the phone

After talking on the phone with his parents for a while, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall.

Six ten in the afternoon.

It was too late and he couldn't keep up with the old times, so he took out the shoes from V's box that the airline company had paid him to put on, and put on his schoolbag that was intact after the air crash "Mom, the phone was lent to me by someone from the airline company. Yes, my phone seems to be broken, I have to give it back to someone else first."

Yuan Xiao went out from the ward, the outside had been cleaned up, and there was not a single media. After he returned the phone to the Chinese person in charge, the other party looked at him as if he was going out, and disagreed with him, "Mr. Luo, you need to do a comprehensive inspection later, I suggest you not to go out."

"I still have something important to do, I'm in a hurry" Yuan Xiao ignored it and strode out.

The person in charge caught up and gave him a business card: "If a reporter pesters you, don't answer any questions, we'll take care of everything."

"Thank you." Yuan Xiao took the business card and left the hospital almost at the speed of running.

Forty minutes later, taxis were stuck on Fifty-ninth Street. The concert will start in ten minutes, Yuan Xiao anxiously asked the driver "How long will it take" in Eminem's rap

The driver shrugged his shoulders and told him to "easy" "Dude, there's a traffic jam ahead, at least 20 minutes."

Yuan Xiao stuck his head out the window, looked at the boundless traffic in front of him, and asked, "How do I get to Carnegie Hall?"

"Turn left on Fifty-seventh Street in front. There is a horse-drawn carriage for sightseeing. After the turn, go straight. It takes about 20 minutes to walk."

The driver has a strong accent and speaks like a rap. Yuan Xiao heard the left turn ahead and the keyword "carriage". Suddenly, at the door of a convenience store, he caught a glimpse of a bored tall horse without an owner. And there is a sign "horse carria rides" not far away, which means that you can rent horses.

Yuan Xiao did not hesitate to pay and get out of the car. While crossing the road, he took out a pen and a note from the side pocket of his schoolbag, bit down on the cap of the pen, and quickly wrote down his contact information and the sentence, "I will pay when I return to the horse. of".

Taking the note outside the glass door of the convenience store, Yuan Xiao stepped on the stirrup and turned on his horse, his legs tucked between the horse's belly. He didn't notice that the door to the convenience store behind him opened as soon as he rode the horse away. The yogurt just bought by a New York Mounted Policeman fell to the ground, the viscous liquid splashed on the leather boots, and a black-haired young man was stunned as he rode his police horse away

The wind on both sides was blowing so fast that Yuan Xiao couldn't hear any sound for a while.

The horse was taller than the Mongolian horses he used to ride, and was of Arabian ancestry. Three generations of Yuan Xiao's parents were herdsmen, and the family raised hundreds of sheep and 20 horses. He glanced at the time, grabbed the reins and ran wild.

Two minutes later, Yuan Xiao found several men in blue helmets chasing him on horses of the same breed. The other party was wearing an indigo blue uniform and a helmet of the same color, shouting something, but Yuan Xiao's tinnitus was too serious. He suspected that it was the after-effects of the plane crash. Only one ear could barely hear what the person said, and he didn't know what the other person was talking about. An error occurred, please refresh and try again