Forgotten past 7

Until... one day...

On the morning of a thunderstorm, Yan Mengxi found that there were few coffee beans left in the store. He called the grocery store and asked the boss to help bring some coffee beans, but the boss said that his truck was broken and he could not help them deliver coffee beans today.

When Yan Mengxi was embarrassed about the lack of coffee beans, Mike gently wrapped around her waist from behind, "Honey, it doesn't matter. I'll just drive to get it."

"But it's raining outside." Yan Mengxi looked out of the window with lightning and thunder.

"However, we can't do business today without coffee beans. You don't want to see the frequent customers disappointed." He wrapped around her gently and said in her ear, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon."

After saying that, he picked up the key to the old Beetle car in the bar and walked out of the coffee shop.

The wind mixed with heavy rain invaded the dilapidated Beetle car. He had already proposed to let her change a car, but she refused again and again, saying that it was left by her father, and she was reluctant to throw it away.

So, he spent almost the money to buy a car and repaired the dilapidated Beetle car. Despite this, the rain kept seeping in the window glass.

He couldn't help shivering.

There are few cars passing by this remote path in the suburbs, and he has only been here a few times.

Gurgling - a huge thunder sounded in his ear.

I don't know why a picture appeared in front of him.

A plane was hit by lightning on the wing. The plane kept falling down. A few meters from the ground, the plane broke in half. The nose rushed directly to the ground, and then exploded. The tail of the plane was dropped several kilometers away.

Then... sitting at the rear of the plane, a blurred face appeared in front of him.

Although it is vague, he can still clearly recognize that person... Yes, that person is himself...

With a "poof", there was a sudden brake, and the old Beetle car was in the middle of the road.

His head was in severe pain. He held his head tightly and looked at his trembling legs. The picture at that time appeared in his mind over and over again...

Who is he... What happened that day... Why did he sit in the crashed plane... Why is he here... Where is this... Who will tell him what happened...

He asked himself repeatedly, and the severe pain in his head almost made him unable to breathe.

But he still asked himself over and over again.

Who is he... Who is he... Who is he... Who is he...