I'm really immortal

Liu Changan was very surprised to receive a text message from Zhu Juntang. It probably had something to do with the fact that he had left a phone number for Fan Jian, which was an oversight on his part.

It turns out that the girl who stood on the top floor of Baolong Center last night and looked like she was about to commit suicide was called Zhu Juntang. The top floor of Baolong Center has a rainwater collection system, a sky garden and a helicopter landing pad.

Liu Changan and Zhu Juntang met on the helipad and chatted for a while.

When Zhu Juntang heard Liu Changan talk about his immortality and his wish to die, he smiled and said: "I have never heard of a person who can live forever and live such a miserable life. Peng Zu lived for eight hundred years. Countless incense sticks, being worshiped by others, what about you? You must be thousands of years old, and you have been in jail most of the time, are you as useless as you?"

Liu Changan still remembered that when Zhu Juntang said this last night, his eyes narrowed, he felt a little charming, and his smile was beautiful.

"What's wrong with being in prison? To me, one dynasty is just a fleeting moment. When that dynasty is destroyed, all the jailers who guarded me are dead, and the prison is decayed, I will naturally come out."

"It's up to you." Zhu Juntang sneered, "But you don't understand, the real prison is to restrain your heart, making people feel that the world is huge, but there is nowhere to escape, and even breathing is difficult. This Do you know what it feels like? The one who is guarding you is not a jailer, but countless eyes with all kinds of evil intentions, do you know?"

"Oh, in that case, just jump down and it will be over."

"You...I'll jump if you ask me to!" Zhu Juntang heard this. Of course she wouldn't really jump. Instead, she took a few steps back. The strong wind blew the hem of her skirt flying, revealing two straight and slender breasts. The calf, with eyes like a girl's curdled skin, exuded crystal light in the darkness. Zhu Juntang glared at Liu Changan: "Are you still not a human? You actually persuaded someone to jump?"

"Women are really unreasonable." Liu Changan sighed with emotion. From ancient times to the present, women have always been like this. No wonder the man said that only women and villains are difficult to raise.

"Also, this is the roof of my house! This building belongs to me, what are you doing here?" Zhu Juntang walked over, with his hands behind his back, looking at Zhang An suspiciously, "Are you a thief?"

"I'm not a thief, I'm here to jump off the building just like you." Liu Changan looked at her and said.

"Then you jump!" Zhu Juntang mocked, but she didn't say that she was just feeling depressed and had no desire to jump off the building.

"good."

After Liu Changan finished speaking, he jumped down.

Of course, Liu Changan didn't want to die, but doing this kind of thing would have some benefits for his body and memory. However, he didn't expect that what he originally thought would be just a frightening dream of a young girl would now leave traces and be found. , received a half-written, barely fluent invitation text message.

Liu Changan deleted the text message and neatly added the mobile phone number from which the text message was sent to the blacklist.

It's a bit troublesome, but don't worry about it.

At this moment, Liu Changan has returned home.

This is a very old house. There must be alleys behind the high-rise buildings. Behind the prosperity lies loneliness. The government compound that was very enviable decades ago has now been demolished with all the surrounding fences and wide green belts, leaving only There are a few scattered buildings.

In the houses of that era, the ground floor was not a garage, but a utility room. Liu Changan sublet his house and lived in the utility room. Therefore, although the living conditions were not great, he had a stable income. , and occasionally do odd jobs, such as the two hundred yuan earned today.

Liu Changan, who is 18 years old on his ID card, is not much different from most teenagers of this age except for his slightly mature eyes and temperament. It is May, the summer in Junsha is scorching, and the next month he will I will take the annual college entrance examination.

Today is not Sunday, nor is it a holiday. Liu Changan simply skipped class all morning because of a two hundred yuan odd job.

Probably being talked about by the head teacher Huang Shan, and being questioned by his deskmate An Nuan, Liu Changan took out the folding wicker chair from his utility room and placed it under the shade of the tree, brewed a pot of tea, and prepared to lie down on it. one afternoon.

In the afternoon, there was only one large sycamore tree growing on the ground between the buildings, blocking out the sky and the sun. May was the time when the branches and leaves were growing wildly, casting a cool shade all over the place.

In addition to Liu Chang'an, there are several elderly people who are also preparing to spend a pleasant and comfortable afternoon in this manner. There are very few young people living here, and they are basically old men and women who have retired for many years.

He glanced sideways at the nearest old man Qian. His hair had fallen out in bits and pieces. His face was covered with age spots and loose wrinkles. His eyes were closed and he was motionless. It seemed that he planned to use up the remaining time in his life. Come and lie down like this.

Liu Changan turned his head and looked at the sentence in the book: Hold the flying immortals to travel, hold the bright moon and live forever.

This is a sentence from Su Shi's "Red Cliff Ode". Another sentence written by another person who wrote about the Three Kingdoms is also very good: "The rolling water of the Yangtze River passes eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure turn into nothing. The green mountains are still there, and the sunsets are red several times. .”

Su Shi has been dead for many years, leaving only a few words. However, for the ants as numerous as the sand of the Ganges River in the endless time, it is the most beautiful trace that life can leave.

You must know that the vast majority of people have left no trace in this world, as if they had never been here.

Throughout the afternoon, Liu Changan did not sleep. Instead, he read half of the "Collected Works of Mr. Eight". He felt hungry, so he moved the folding chair and teapot back.

He was just nostalgic for the past, but he was not tired of his current life. On the contrary, he was reading ancient books while enjoying his current life, which made him very comfortable.

Of course, asking for death is just a joke. The longer a person lives, the less he wants to die. After all, there are too many unknowns in this beautiful or ugly world, which makes people wonder what is waiting for him to watch in the future.

Gently pat the chopped green onion to bring out the aroma. Fry the ginger and garlic in lard, then pour it on the chopped green onion and vegetable leaves. Take out the noodles that have been cooked for three minutes. They are not sticky, not raw, and have just the right chew. Stir in a bowl. When Liu Changan got up, the aroma was overflowing. After Liu Changan finished eating, the sky was already getting dark.

When he went out for a walk, Liu Changan's pace was neither fast nor slow. It was the peak time for get off work at this time, and the streets were crowded and bustling. He walked through the crowd and looked at the faces of strangers who were either indifferent, stiff, reluctant, relaxed, or happy. , Liu Changan occasionally feels a little lonely.

Because too many familiar faces will never be seen again.

When we came to the riverside, there were no gray-haired fishermen or swaying awning boats in the quietly flowing water. Liu Changan still felt that the poem was very appropriate.

The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the riverbank is used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze, happily meeting each other while boiling wine in a pot.

Who can I meet? Liu Changan sighed secretly.

This was an ordinary day for Liu Changan.