I'm really immortal

It started to rain again in the middle of the night, and it fell in small pieces on the awning, rolling down the edges and dripping, reflecting the light, giving it a particularly peaceful feeling.

Liu Changan opened his eyes. His skin was slightly cool and the moisture in the air was very comfortable. Sleeping outside the house was much more comfortable than sleeping in a bed soaked with moisture. Liu Changan stretched his body. There was silence around him, with only the sound of rain surrounding him. , the light emitted by the incandescent lamp under the awning seemed to be oppressed by darkness around Liu Changan. Looking around, it seemed that only this small awning was left quietly in the whole world.

Liu Changan went back to the house and took out the book he borrowed from Zhu Juntang and started flipping through it. Perhaps because the life of ordinary human beings is short, their desire to live a wonderful and joyful life is even stronger, so they create countless beautiful and ugly things. , absurd, dark, heroic and shameless story.

Liu Changan has also experienced some things, and some things are impossible to experience, so he looks at other people's lives. Life is long, but not all kinds of life are what he wants to experience.

I read until dawn when the little hen arrived. Liu Changan gently touched its head and sent it to the point of no return.

"Have you absorbed enough vitality and blood that you will pop out of the coffin?" Liu Changan asked, looking at the coffin.

Having seen a lot of weird and strange things, Liu Changan still reads stories from a fairy tale like "Zi Buyu". He doesn't think that he has seen everything. Life in the world is endless and has endless mysteries. He even knows about his own physical phenomena. If you don’t understand, how can you easily lose your curiosity and interest in unknown magical phenomena?

Coffin didn't answer him.

"Is that a zombie that jumped out? According to the hierarchy theory, which level of zombies do you belong to? Blood red clothes? So are you jumping around with knees that can't bend, or are you like a stranger?"

Liu Changan patted the coffin.

"If you can come out, you can stay with me."

Liu Changan closed the carriage door and saw Zhou Dongdong running to the sycamore tree holding a newly bought small flower umbrella, patting the trunk, and then ran to a small locust tree and pushed the tree.

A tree of rain fell down and hit the flower umbrella, making a crackling sound. After waiting for a while, Zhou Dongdong closed the umbrella and held it in his hand. Then he took a deep breath, bent down, and shook the back of his hands a few times. Then he put his legs together and jumped hard to a puddle in front of him.

Mud and water splashed everywhere.

Zhou Dongdong jumped between several puddles until he reached Liu Changan and touched his pocket. Then he remembered that he had forgotten to bring soy milk down, so he quickly ran back and brought down two bags of soy milk. He gave the bag to Liu Changan and held the other bag in his mouth.

"If you can, jump into that puddle!" Liu Changan was talking about the puddle where loaches were raised.

Zhou Dongdong was unconvinced, "If mom didn't hit me, I would definitely jump in!"

"Do you think your mother won't beat you now?" Liu Changan tugged at the back of her clothes to show her the splashing mud marks.

Zhou Dongdong was shocked, how could it be like this? It must be on the clothes.

"You'll get beaten anyway, so let's jump again." Liu Changan pointed at the puddle and said.

"I'll jump in here, and mommy will beat me harder!" Zhou Dongdong refused without hesitation. She was not such a stupid child.

Zhou Dongdong did not fall into the trap, and Liu Changan was very pleased with her growth.

The college entrance examination is tomorrow, so it is natural that Liu Changan is not interested in studying. When the rain stopped in the morning, Liu Changan was going to Binjiang Cultural Park to see the newly built Junsha Museum, library, concert hall and planning hall.

I was a little regretful that I was not able to enter the Shonan Provincial Museum last time. Although the Junsha Museum is not as rich in collections as the former, it is not without things to see. The concert hall is also said to have a unique design. The surface texture of its exterior wall is decorated with five-line music and Chinese characters. The ancient music score minus the calligraphy score is used as the surface texture, and the music score also uses the local music of southern Hunan, "Xiaoxiang Water Cloud" and "Dongting Spring Dawn", which can express the regionality and uniqueness of the building.

Liu Changan still wore his neat shirt, trousers and cloth shoes and walked around the Binjiang Cultural Park all morning. He was very satisfied. In the afternoon there was a traditional music concert. The tickets were very expensive, so Liu Changan gave up and spent the time sitting by the river enjoying the breeze. At noon, I felt a little hungry, so I still walked home slowly to cook.

After eating, Liu Changan set up two benches, removed the door panels and placed them on them. Then he spread newspapers and spread out the fabric Qin Yannanyun gave him last time. As for using the sewing machine, he could borrow it from Zhou Shuling. I borrowed tools such as cutting rulers, sleeve rulers and grading rulers from Mrs. Liu. She was not a professional tailor when she was young, but women of this generation are basically proficient in using sewing machines, and there are also many who can make clothes. It is more economical to buy cloth and make clothes than to go to a tailor shop and have the clothes made by the master.

When Zhong Qing came to see Liu Changan, he was surprised for a while when he saw him busy with the dividing tablets before expressing his intention.

"The college entrance examination is tomorrow, I don't have time." Liu Changan raised his head and rejected Zhong Qing's request.

Zhongqing looked at what he was doing. He was actually a person who was going to take the college entrance examination tomorrow.

Zhong Qing originally wanted to smile a little and continue persuading, but she found that she seemed to have lost her "smiling" expression in front of Liu Changan, and her tone was still very gentle and calm, "I think you can still make time, the third wife really wants to see you As soon as I see you.”

"Since she wants to see me, she can come by herself." Liu Changan continued to do his own thing. This is very obvious. Why are some people just unreasonable?

"You should know that since you have a lot of contact with the third lady, you will inevitably face such a meeting." Zhong Qing thought about the wording, "The third lady is an elder after all. As a junior, acting more modestly will be more conducive to your future relationship. The third lady’s dealings...as friends.”

"I'm not interested in elders, I only like beautiful little girls." Liu Changan shook his head.

"The third lady is very beautiful." Zhong Qing is not as easily offended as before. After all, he has not been in contact with Liu Changan twice, and they even ate lobster together. "Although she is not a little girl, together with the third lady, They are often considered sisters."

"Okay, if she comes to me, I can see her." Liu Changan was unmoved. In comparison, the other mother seemed to be much cuter and more innocent. That is the beauty that can rival her daughter as a sister. And the cute little girl.

There's nothing special about just being beautiful, it's more important whether you're cute or not.

Zhongqing looked around and unbuttoned his coat.

Liu Changan was a little surprised. Out of respect for women, he did not look away.

Zhongqing only unbuttoned a few buttons on the hem of his shirt, and there were two shallow red marks on his abdomen, as if he had been whipped. Her pink and white face revealed a pitiful shyness and resentment, "If you don't agree, I will be punished like this."

"Not going."

After Liu Changan took a look, he continued to do his own thing with his head down.

Zhongqing buttoned up, bit his lip, glared at Liu Changan, turned around and left angrily.

There are two updates every day, but they are updated at a fixed time. Sometimes I feel that the words coded out in a rush to update are a bit urgent, which is not in line with Liu Changan's style, so if the manuscript is not saved, the update time is not fixed.