Companionship is the longest love.

Huang Dan followed Nie Wenyuan, set out from the spring in City B, walked forward without looking back, and walked wherever he went. He stopped when he was tired, rested before continuing.

They always have only each other and only need each other.

In the tenth year, Nie Wenyuan was ineffective and endured his illness for many years. He still came to an end and could no longer take his nephew to see the scenery. He laid regretfully on the bed, feeling that God gave them too little time and there was still a lot of things he wanted to do.

The days of that period were hard, and Huang Dan was almost indifferent to Nie Wenyuan. Whenever there was a movement, he would be full of soldiers. He held his hand when he called his name and responded over and over again, "I'm here."

Nie Wenyuan breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't bear to leave. His body had stopped working and rotted, but was supported by a sense of obsession.

No one knew when he would last, nor did he know why he was tortured. He stubbornly grabbed that tone and refused to give up.

Huang Dan was skinny and had a sharp chin, but his eyes were filled with tenderness. He had severe anorexia and vomited after eating something, and even bile would be spit out. He did not tell Nie Wenyuan.

Nie Wenyuan still knew that his obsession was gnawed away by the care of his heart. No matter how reluctant he was or how unwilling he was, he still stopped his breath and temporarily let his nephew go and waited for the next life.

There was a sign before Huang Dan left, so he sent an email to Zhou Weiwei, asking her to arrange their funeral and take out all the remaining savings.

Should I keep it for use or donate it, follow Zhou Weiwei.

When Zhou Weiwei's husband came with her, her cousin and uncle lie down together with each other, with a peaceful face. She lay in her husband's arms and cried bitterly, and it would be better not to see her.

A few days later, there was a grave in the green mountains, and there were two people living in it. They were a pair.

There may be people named Nie Wenyuan and Chen Yu in this world, but Nie Wenyuan and Chen Yu who really love each other are no longer there. They will meet again when they go to another world.

When he was awake, Huang Dan returned to the real world. He stood in front of the cashier, with the little girl's puzzled voice in his ears, "Sir?"

Huang Dan took over the girl's change, and he raised his eyes and smiled, "Thank you."

The little girl was stunned for a while and felt that the man was so beautiful, with soft and picturesque facial features, but not without heroic spirit. When he smiled, people could see him and wanted to take out his heart and give him his heart and let him deal with it.

The sky after the rain was blue and blue, as if it was washed by water. The water traces left on it were carefully wiped off by a piece of cloth, like a calm lake, reflecting the glitz and hustle and bustle of the city.

Huang Dan walked towards the parking place with a bag. He was walking in a daze, thinking about something in his mind, but he didn't notice a motorcycle coming.

A severe pain came from his left leg. Huang Dan's eyes turned black. The bag in his hand fell down. He fell to the ground, and the blood on his face faded completely.

The motorcycle owner calmed down the car and ran over. He panicked and said sorry incoherently, "First... sir, how are you? Are you okay?"

Yellow orders are not very good.

If it were someone else, if there was a scratch on his legs and he could stand up with pain, he would not be able to do so. He was sweating all over his body, his limbs were weak, and he was exhausted.

Passers-by were surrounded by one or two, and more and more people were surrounding the scene of the incident.

Watching the fun is human nature. No matter what it is, you have to look at it. It seems that after those eyes, you will have more pieces of meat on your body. Even if you know that it is best not to watch the fun, it is easy to get into trouble, but you still can't control yourself.

Almost everyone around him stared at the people on the ground, guessing how old they were, guessing what jobs they were, and guessing where they hit.

Huang Dan is not a yelling person. He is also suppressed when he hurts, but his tears still scares passers-by. When he cries like that, it must be that there is not only a scratch on his leg, but a bone that hurts, and maybe even hits his head.

Now that the number of thousands of people is huge, it is gone. Everyone looked at the owner of the motorcycle and sighed.

The owner of the motorcycle was sweating profusely. He hurriedly took out his phone and slid for a long time before unlocking it. He trembled with his hands and called 120, "Sir, I've called 120, you can hold on first."

Huang Dan couldn't speak, his eyebrows were frowning and his lips were pursed tightly. His face looked like he was almost dead.

120 is not fast or late.

The owner of the motorcycle did not leave. He took Huang Dan to the hospital. On the way, he called his home and said that he had hit someone and asked his family to send him money, "Don't ask, hurry up!"

After making the phone call, the owner of the motorcycle looked at the person on the stretcher and said with a remorse and uneasy, "Sir, don't worry, I won't run away, I will pay much medical expenses."

Huang Dan was confused and said in a mute voice, "It's okay."

The owner of the motorcycle was in tears.

The atmosphere in the car was quite strange. The medical staff looked at the owner of the motorcycle twice and hit the person but did not run away. Instead, they stayed to take responsibility. It was very good.

Huang Dan's tears never stopped along the way. When he arrived at the hospital, he was almost in shock.

The owner of the motorcycle thought that it would be better to knock the person out, so he was ready to take out his wealth and pay a month to work hard. Unexpectedly, there was a hole in the leg on the other party's legs. His eyes glared. If it weren't for looking at the decent dress and looking like a celebrity, he wouldn't have been crying out from beginning to end. He would have thought it was a tragedy.

"Sir, you are..."

The owner of the motorcycle didn't know what to say. He had such a hole in his leg and couldn't cry. He could do whatever he should do. At most, he just wiped the toilet paper casually, but this person was really crying and it hurts very much. I wonder if he had any other diseases.

Huang Dan lay on the small bed, covered his eyes with his hands, and comforted him, "I'm just afraid of pain."

The motorcycle felt that he had hit a good man. As soon as he was about to speak, his cell phone rang. The boss urged him to go to the store. He copied the phone number and handed over, "Tell me back to the drug fee, I'll call you, sir, I'm sorry."

Huang Dan didn't say anything. He listened to a series of rapid footsteps and another series of footsteps came in from outside the door. It was neither fast nor slow, and a plain voice was heard in his ear, "Sir, take off your pants, I'll treat your wounds."

Hearing this, Huang Dan took down his hand covering his eyes and met a pair of dark eyes. His exploration was fleeting, "I just hurt my calves, and I need to take off my pants?"

"Then don't take it off."

The man lowered his head, and the black hair hanging down on his forehead, swept over his delicate eyebrows and eyes. He stretched out one hand and rolled up the yellow trouser legs. The hand was thin and white, revealing a sense of morbidity, like his face and lips.

The paleness that sets off his lonely and coldness, and keeps people from thousands of miles away.

But there was a light spot in his eyes, a bright and full of heat, a very contradictory person.

Huang Dan took a breath when the wound was touched. He tightened his body and the veins on his forehead jumped up.

The man stood up straight and looked down from a high position. He showed a strange expression for a while, and seemed to smile, "Don't worry, it won't hurt in a while."

Huang Dan closed his eyes tightly, it was impossible, it would hurt for a long time.

He thought about this and suddenly it stopped hurting.

Seeing something was wrong, Huang Dan suddenly opened his eyes. The man's face was not on his head, but on the white-painted ceiling. This was not a hospital. There was no smell of disinfectant in the air, and the dust was floating, mixed with a faint musty smell.

Huang Dan opened his eyes slightly, and there was a hole in the same position as his left leg, bleeding, but he was so scared that he didn't feel any pain.

The pain nerves seemed to be removed.

Huang Dan quickly looked around. He was in a bedroom, not too big or small. Whether it was furniture or decoration, it was filled with an old smell that had been corroded by time.

This is an old house from some ages.

Huang Dan looked at the wound that was bleeding from his legs and did not feel pain. He pursed his lips and shouted in his heart, "Mr. Lu?"

No response.

Huang Shan was stunned. Could it be that Mr. System has returned after the exam? "Mr. System?"

Still no response.

Huang Dan frowned. Could it be that this time travel, there was no system to receive him? Just when he was so suspicious, the "ding" sound in his mind came late, which was quite a sense of grand meaning of the appearance of a big shot.

"Hello."

Huang Dan knew that the receptionist had changed this time, "Hello."

System, "333, my work code, you can call me third brother."

Huang Dan knew that the receptionist's personality was different from the previous two. In the middle of joy and dullness, people would not feel nervous or relaxed, and at the same time they would also create trust. His eyelids suddenly hopped, and the contradictory and complex feeling was very familiar. It seemed that he had experienced it not long ago.

A thought flashed through, Huang Dan caught it in time, and he asked, "Brother Third, are you the one in the hospital who said you want to treat my wound?"

System, “Hmm.”

Huang Dan's mind was running rapidly. When he came over for the first time and came into contact with Mr. System, he thought about what form the other party received him and whether he would be like an ordinary person outside of work.

Now it seems that they are just the same office worker, but they are engaged in different careers.

Huang Shan thought calmly. Neither the system nor Mr. Lu had appeared before. Will the third brother appear in his world this time be higher than Mr. Lu's position? Main system?

Let’s not guess the identity of the new receptionist. Why did the other party appear there? Was he going to pick him up?

Huang Dan pinched his fingers. The little boy, uncle, middle-aged woman he met during the previous few times of time travel... are they all human beings? Will there be any name in it?

Or is he thinking too much?

System, "Don't think too much, it's meaningless. Why don't we say something meaningful, Brother Huang, if you failed the last task, the punishment is to erase the pain nerves."

Yellow List, “…”

He put his hands on the wound and his fingertips into the flesh and blood, and it didn't hurt.

System, "Brother, your pain nerves are different from ordinary people. Now that it has been erased, it will be a brand new experience for you. I hope you."

This time, even the surname Huang was omitted.

Huang Dan said, "If you don't feel the pain, you don't know that you are sick. It's very dangerous and you won't live long."

System, “You will not die before you leave.”

Huang Dan said, "Yes."

System, “So, come on.”

Huang Shan heard encouragement from the mechanical voice. This third brother was humane and said more than Mr. Lu and Mr. System combined. He was a little uncomfortable.

System, "I will get used to it slowly. This time, the third brother will take you to complete the task. With the third brother here, you can use the chrysanthemum||Flower Spirit at will."

Regardless of the authenticity, Huang Dan said, "Thank you."

The system said you're welcome, "Although you can't feel the pain, you can feel the other one. Chrysanthemum||Flower Spirit is still very useful. Brother, I've sent you the task, please take a look."

The first half of the sentence is still pulling the chrysanthemum spirit, and the second half of the sentence turns to the task. It is obviously impossible to fight, but it can be seamlessly connected.
To be continued...