Resurrection of Spiritual Energy: Billions of Times Talent

Bang bang bang......

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The door was opened, Yan Ruchen, who was already gradually looking old and had a bent back, walked in, and said with a smile on his face: "The wine is finished, I'll get a few bottles of wine, what are you talking about?"

"I didn't ...... Let's talk about some things over the years. Yan Chengdong smiled: "I'll help you." "

Jiang Yuan also smiled: "Let's go together!"

Several people walked out together, the meal continued, the children ate first, frolicked together, and the whole room was also the most lively ever.

Jiang Yuan watched all this, and the smile on his face never closed.

In the next few days, the whole family lived together and was lively for a few days, and when Yan Chengdong's family left, the whole family was quiet again.

On the couch in the evening.

Yan Ruchen sat next to Jiang Yuan, and the two watched TV quietly.

In the past, Jiang Yuan didn't know how to watch TV at all, and whenever he had time, he used it to deduce the follow-up methods of the Demon God's cultivation, and all of this was requested by Yan Ruchen.

This situation has lasted for more than ten years, and Jiang Yuan will accompany her to watch a movie for more than an hour every night.

"Now that the weather is getting colder, let's get some rest early!"

Jiang Yuan said softly, and Yan Ruchen beside him had already fallen asleep.

Jiang Yuan smiled, picked her up and put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and smiled.

Time passed quietly, and in the blink of an eye, another ten years passed.

At this time, Yan Ruchen was seventy years old, full of gray hair, impaired mobility, rarely went out, sat in a wheelchair every day, and basically needed to be taken care of by Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan has never complained, everything seems normal.

That night, the two turned on the TV as usual, and a news was playing on the TV.

On the news, a hospital bed, many people are around.

On the hospital bed, Yan Chengdong was old, his eyes were closed, his heartbeat next to him was rising and falling more and more slowly, and everyone around him was quiet, and no one said anything.

It wasn't until the electrocardiogram didn't fluctuate that the sound of a gentle choking was slowly transmitted.

At this moment, the greatest scholar of the Federation, who brought eight new technologies to the earthlings and led the entire race into a complete first-level civilization, bid farewell to the world.

The reporter silently bowed his head and did not speak.

At this moment, everyone in the world was quiet and silently seeing him off.

In the minds of countless people in the world, Yan Chengdong is the greatest person of this era, whether it is a careerist or a war criminal.

He may be praised differently, but his contribution to the world is obvious to all.

Yan Chengdong is also a very backbone and proud person.

Until he died, he didn't come to find Jiang Yuan, even if he knew that as long as he opened his mouth, he could have whatever he wanted, even if it was the so-called eternal life.

But in the end, he still didn't, not even make a phone call to say goodbye.

Beside him, Yan Ruchen looked at everything in front of him, his wrinkled palm slowly touched Jiang Yuan's palm, gently grabbed his hand, and the whole person slowly leaned over.

This is the first time in so many years that she has leaned on Jiang Yuan.

There were no words, everything was quiet and peaceful in the room.

The breathing of the people around me became quieter and quieter, with only a slight heartbeat, and finally the heartbeat stopped completely.

Yan Ruchen and her brother passed away together on the same day.

Jiang Yuan sat on the sofa without the slightest movement, time passed little by little, and the light outside the window rose little by little, slowly illuminating the whole room.

In my mind, I think of the first time we met.

Yan Ruchen looked at his eyes with a hint of a smile in his eyes.

"You think, I always know. "

Jiang Yuan spoke slowly, turned his head to look at Yan Ruchen beside him, under his gaze, the time on Yan Ruchen's body was distorting and reversing.

Her skin is getting fuller and fuller, and her shrunken body is growing taller and taller, and her skin is getting better and better.

In the end, just like at the beginning, it was full of youthful vitality.

Meanwhile.

On the hospital bed, Yan Chengdong, who had died, also had a time-reversal streamer on his body, the skin on his body was getting better and better, and the whole person was recovering rapidly.

The ECG also emits a slight ticking sound.

All this made the people around couldn't help but exclaim.

Soon, Yan Chengdong opened his eyes, looked at everything in front of him, raised his arm to look at his arm, and then turned to the live camera, nodded slightly, and thanked him.

Jiang Yuan also smiled.

Yan Ruchen's eyebrows moved beside him, and he was about to wake up.

Jiang Yuan glanced at the people around him, gently touched her hair, and her figure was fading and disappearing little by little under the light outside the window.

When Jiang Yuan disappeared completely, Yan Ruchen slowly opened his eyes, looked around the room, and stretched comfortably, with some doubts in his eyes.

I was a little lost, panicked, and felt as if I had forgotten something extremely important.

His brows furrowed in confusion, but he couldn't remember anything.

She scratched the back of her head, thought about it for a long time but couldn't remember anything, looked at the watch on her wrist, and was startled.

"It's going to be late. "

She hurriedly began to pack up, put on her coat, hurriedly ran downstairs, drove the car, came to the gate of the community, and saw it at the gate of the community.

A beggar dressed in tatters, with shaggy hair, and a goofy man.

The eyes of the two suddenly met.

Yan Ruchen was stunned, the car slowly stopped, and he couldn't help but get out of the car and walk towards the beggar.

The beggar was also looking at him, smiling, hey, stupid.

I don't know why, but tears slipped from the corners of Yan Ruchen's eyes, moistening her eyes, and she covered her mouth.

First sentence: "Do I know you?"

"But why, it's so familiar! I must know you!"

"Do you know me, then?"

The beggar looked at Yan Ruchen with a stupid look and suddenly opened his mouth, and said in a stammering voice: "I, me, me...... I think ...... ...... know you."

"You...... You asked me...... When am I going to marry you. "

"I'm ...... now Marry you. "

Listening to this stammering, but extremely familiar voice, as if he had heard it countless times in his dreams, Yan Ruchen's heart felt a knot, as if it had been opened.

Tears flowed endlessly, choked, rushed forward, and hugged Jiang Yuan tightly.

Choked up: "I remember you, I marry you......"

At the same time, high in the sky, a majestic figure looked down on all this.

Look closely, the existence above the sky is exactly the same as the beggar on the ground, and the two of them smile almost at the same time, so bright, as gentle as the warm sun.