I'm really immortal

Liu Changan originally thought that Qin Peng's words "take a closer look at her" were because Qin Peng thought Liu Changan had forgotten Ye Sijin's appearance.

Now think about it carefully, does Qin Peng think there is something special about Qin Yanan that Liu Changan has not discovered?

Apart from looking very much like Ye Sijin and having a very good figure, is there anything special about her? At most, she is a beauty that is rare to see in a thousand years.

At this time, looking at his painting, Bai Hui thought it was Qin Yanan, and he was also in a trance. Liu Changan couldn't help but think that Qin Yanan was Ye Sijin... Ye Sijin did not die, but just lost his memory, so Qin Peng She was sent to Liu Changan. After all, he was dying, and to take care of such a special Ye Sijin, only Liu Changan was the most suitable person.

It's quite reasonable when you think about it, but it doesn't make sense in fact. After all, Qin Yanan and Ye Sijin are not exactly the same. Otherwise, the first time I see Qin Yanan, I will feel completely different. What's more, the most obvious thing is that Qin Yanan's bust is smaller than that of Ye Sijin. Ye Sijin is older, so it cannot be said that Ye Sijin is not dead and has undergone secondary growth.

What's more, Qin Yanan is not like Liu Chang'an, who suddenly appeared as a young man and went to junior high school and high school without anyone witnessing his childhood.

Qin Yanan and Zhu Juntang have known each other for a long time. Qin Yanan is a child who has grown up healthily like the flowers of the motherland. She has experienced a lively and lovely childhood, an ignorant and cheerful childhood, a young and beautiful girlhood, and is now close to maturity. A young woman who gives birth to the next generation of flowers of the motherland.

So how could Qin Yanan be Ye Sijin?

Or is it reincarnation? Liu Changan himself has never died. Of course, it is unknown what the world will be like after death. After living for so many years, he has seen all sorts of strange things, such as the legend of rising from the dead and rising from the coffin, and the yellow-toothed child caressing his father. He said on his forehead that I am your father, and in the middle of the night the widow threw blood and revealed herself... I don't know how many such things are possible, but Liu Changan has never seen the bull-headed horse-faced man, Judge Yan Jun, let alone all the gods and Buddhas in the world.

If there is a real reincarnation, the possibility of Qin Yanan being Ye Sijin is very high, but since reincarnation is of course severing ties with the previous life, Qin Yanan can no longer be regarded as Ye Sijin... In Liu Changan's view, someone is someone else. , you cannot separate someone’s lifelong memory.

What's more, how did Qin Peng know that Qin Yanan was the reincarnation of Ye Sijin? Just because they look alike? Or a dream?

Liu Changan closed his book and began to close his eyes to rest.

A piece of chalk was thrown at him. Liu Changan turned his head to avoid it, then calmly opened the book and looked at the blackboard seriously.

"Liu Chang'an, how many times have you fallen into samadhi in my class?" the math teacher said angrily.

"Sorry, I forgot to attend class." Liu Changan apologized sincerely.

There was a burst of laughter in the class, and the math teacher patted the podium and continued to talk.

Liu Changan still made an appointment with An Nuan for dinner at noon, so Bai Hui felt that she would never ask Liu Changan for dinner again. Do you understand how reserved a girl is? But it can never happen again.

Liu Changan and An Nuan have been going around the middle school and eating at every small restaurant and restaurant nearby. Today they had braised pig trotters.

After lunch, the two of them wandered around the nearby pedestrian street until they reached the deserted third floor, where they saw a couple hugging each other and kissing passionately.

An Nuan took one look and quickly quickened her pace. After walking a few steps, she found Liu Changan standing there watching, and ran back to pull Liu Changan away.

"Why are you staring at them? How embarrassing would it be if you were discovered?" An Nuan's eyes rolled, and she said with some embarrassment. This feeling is probably similar to reading novels and movies together and watching passionate scenes. It makes you want to hurry up in embarrassment. I clicked to turn the page or fast forward, but I felt that doing so would make people feel deliberate and pretentious.

"Obviously it's just a touch of lip skin, but subtle bioelectricity is generated during the friction. The exchanged saliva is also mixed with exfoliated cells from the upper oral cavity, biological enzymes and food residues, and the tongue is densely covered with tiny taste buds, like two handfuls It's like brushes brushing against each other, but why do men and women become so obsessed with this kind of thing?" Liu Changan said with some emotion.

"You should recite poetry, don't say it in such a disgusting and disgusting way." An Nuan walked behind Liu Changan and beat him with her small fist to move away quickly.

"The scientific development in the past one or two hundred years has changed a person's long-term inherent concept of the macro and micro worlds." Liu Chang'an smiled, "In the past, if this scene was described in poems, it was regarded as a romantic song, and the best one was Ouyang Xiu. …”

"I like Zhu Shuzhen's coquettishness and infatuation, she is not afraid of people guessing, she sleeps in her arms with her clothes on..." An Nuan said with some emotion. Most girls are a little emotional. Zhu Shuzhen's poem is about a girl holding hands with a boy. Walking along the waterfront full of lotus flowers, they unexpectedly encountered yellow plum drizzle. The drizzle was so annoying that it wet their clothes. They had to find a place to take shelter from the rain and enjoy the peace and solitude. The girl shouted, "Oh, my clothes are all wet, it's so cold, my legs are sore, I can't stand still, so I found an excuse to lean into the boy's arms, thinking about him." It was just that I was cold and sleepy, so I hid my little face under his clothes.

"Would you like to try this childish feeling?" Liu Changan asked.

"Ah?" An Nuan was inexplicably looking forward to it, looking at him with pink cheeks.

"Come, come into my arms." Liu Changan opened his arms.

An Nuan sat absentmindedly and looked to the right, a little panicked. The smile on Liu Changan's face was a bit like the boy's expectation in Zhu Shuzhen's poems and his love for her crazy attitude, but was he just joking?

"ah!"

An Nuan was pushed from behind, and she fell into Liu Changan's arms involuntarily. She leaned forward, her cheek missed Liu Changan's, and she suddenly felt a hot friction, as if there were electric currents intersecting, An Nuan's body felt like He felt as hot as fire, his knees softened a little, and he quickly pushed Liu Changan away. His cheeks were burning and he turned around, but the trolley coming out of the corner didn't notice An Nuan.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The worker pushing the cart apologized repeatedly.

Although she felt a dull pain in her lower back, An Nuan waved her hands repeatedly, "It's okay, it's okay."

"It's all you!" After the man left, An Nuan confidently blamed all the faults on Liu Changan without hesitation.

"It's my fault. I kept staring at you, otherwise I should have reacted in time to hug you away." Liu Changan pulled An Nuan to sit down, "Did you hurt your lower back?"

"It hurts a little, but it should be fine."

"Let me see."

"No!" An Nuan was shy. She was wearing black sports shorts today. Her upper body was just a white short-sleeved summer school uniform from the High School Affiliated to the High School, with a white tank top underneath. She had no nerve to pull up her clothes to show him.

An Nuan's ears seemed to have been burned by him, and it was stained on her neck.

"Friction generates heat, and then the blood rushes to the palm, and the heat is maintained longer." Liu Changan explained, "It will be fine in a while, it's okay."

An Nuan calmed down and looked at Liu Changan who was squatting next to her. Although many of the daily contacts between the two of them were closer than those between ordinary men and women, it was not too transcendent. They had already become accustomed to many touches, but today Seeing the man and woman kissing, An Nuan suddenly had the feeling that maybe she didn't need to pursue it too deliberately. Maybe one day the scene would be replaced by herself and a guy who didn't understand the style.

Thinking of this, An Nuan's hands on her thighs turned into fists, and she gently hit Liu Changan's shoulder with one hand. At this time, she understood Zhu Shuzhen's mood when she wrote "Qing Ping Le". It turns out that in some situations, that kind of thinking The feeling of falling into someone's arms was too hard to control.

"Sit down." An Nuan suddenly ordered Liu Changan loudly.

"Then I..."

"Stop talking nonsense!" An Nuan said quickly, fearing that Liu Chang would start talking nonsense again, and then she would lose all her courage for a moment.

Liu Changan had no choice but to sit next to An Nuan. An Nuan bit her lip and leaned on Liu Changan's shoulder. She closed her eyes and said, "I feel pain in my lower back. This will make it more comfortable."

Liu Changan put his arm around her shoulders.

An Nuan was motionless, her heartbeat was thundering, she turned her head sideways, her face was like a little animal hiding in the grass, she made a small crackling sound when she moved her body, rubbing against Liu Changan's shoulder, and quickly glanced at him, their eyes touching. , and quickly moved away.

It's a pity that Liu Chang'an never made any extra moves. He just hugged An Nuan quietly, and the two of them sat on the bench on the third floor of the crowded pedestrian street for a long time.

An Nuan smelled very good. Liu Changan took a deep breath. There are stories about being with you in "A Thousand Reasons for Being Late in High School." It's really good.

Both of them were late in the afternoon, because when they rushed to school, Father-in-law Sun was blushing and almost approaching Lushan.

Every day, many people teach me how to write books, give me industry advice, and even my taste, knowledge, abilities... Look at what you can do, where do you get such inexplicable confidence?