Big Dream Chase

After the auction was over, Lian Ming went up to the [-]th floor of the hotel with the lockbox containing the sword after completing a series of formalities.

He will stay here tonight, and he will return to his home in Yuncheng after the academic seminar at S University is over tomorrow.

Lian Ming searched for the door according to the room number. When the room card clicked, his wrist sank and he walked in.This suite seemed a bit empty for one person, so he opened his tie and undid two buttons by the way.

Lian Ming casually put the lockbox on the coffee table, quite dismissively.There was no joy of victory on his face, let alone the slightest interest in this sword.

The performance before and after was completely different, and it was impossible to see the interest in the "competition" with Su Muyu at the auction.

Boss Su was extremely restrained in not brushing off his face.Lian Ming couldn't help chuckling when he thought of the man's black face and forced a smile.

To put it bluntly, Lian Ming was not interested in the sword, he was interested in the Sumerians.

Ever since Su Muyu raised his head from the album, Lian Ming laughed because of his impatience.

What's more interesting is that when Boss Su opened his mouth—the meaning of the words was clearly warm.

Lian Ming could still think of the other party's amber-like eyes, and his handsome eyebrows slanted as long as the meridians of a towering mountain.When she chuckled, the corners of her eyes were three-point peachy and seven-point quiet.

To be an opponent is to be a confidant.Being a confidant means that despite Jin Yu's appearance, both of them are a bit of a hooligan who doesn't seem to be what they appear to be.

Lian Ming sat down at the desk, turned on the computer, and prepared to review the main points of tomorrow's academic exchange.His fingertips accidentally touched the pen on the table, he paused for a second, put the pen in the palm of his hand and slowly closed it—almost, today almost showed his flaws.

A square scarf, almost a bad thing.

Before Lian Ming's thoughts turned from the "thriller", the phone rang untimely.He saw the name of the caller, rubbed his temples, and answered the call reluctantly.

Lian Ming walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked out the window at night.

"Father."

The other end of the phone was silent for a second in disbelief, and then crackling and teasing: "Have you learned how to spend money on men?! It is said that it is on Boss Su's head, or is it a piece of iron?"

"..."

Lian Ming's eyelids twitched, but he didn't hang up the phone after all.

He and his father have been unable to live together due to "different views" for many years, making the relationship between the two very delicate.

"I just took a picture of something I like, not a man."

Lian Yufeng laughed a few times, as if he didn't care whether he dated men or not.

"How you like to play is up to you. Tomorrow your sixth uncle will come back from 'Triangle' and hurry back to Yuncheng. There is a batch of hard goods this time, so you take your people there."

Lian Ming refused without even thinking about it: "Tomorrow, at the S University Academic Exchange Conference, you can call Uncle Six and we will talk about it the day after tomorrow."

"Bastard!" Lian Yufeng was obviously very dissatisfied with this answer, "The son of the boss is a professor! What kind of words!"

"It's like fighting and killing all day?" Lian Ming said, "Don't forget the agreement between us."

Even Yu Feng was trembling with anger over there, and he didn't know which ancestral grave was blown up for giving birth to such a son.

If we want to talk about the origin of the conflict between the father and son, it has to be traced back to 20 years ago. If time can be repeated, Lian Yufeng will never send Lian Ming to school.

What quality education!Those who teach are not wanting to be scientists, but want to be educators!

My brain is blown!

The Lian family is a master of both black and white, and has been passed down through four generations. Lianming has only one seedling here.Lian Ming entered the best elite school based on the original intention that he had no cultural accomplishment in his old life and had to let his son be gilded.

Lian Yufeng completely ignored the fact that "going gangsters" should start from a baby. After more than ten years, the son of the boss has forcibly become a modern good young man with "four stresses, five beauties and three loves". He is not like a hooligan at all!

Bah, what a rascal.Nothing like a boss at all.

Lian Yufeng put down his old face and negotiated with Lian Ming—you can see that the Lian family has gone through a hundred years of ups and downs, and its supply is widely distributed in Southeast Asia, and its claws are extended to Eastern and Western Europe.You say you don't care?Where is the family glory and prestige?

Anyway, there isn't even a single good thing in the family, so you can't mess around here, right?

Lian Ming is not in a hurry, Genzheng Miaohong is a little bit [-]: the country needs me in the future, and academic research needs me.

Lian Yu stormed away, picked up the sky-high priced blue and white porcelain and threw it at Lian Ming: I need a fart!Damn!

Lian Mingte didn't hide, his forehead bled and fell into a coma on the spot.It frightened the whole family, and alarmed the old man who was living on a certain island.

Since then, the three-year rehearsal of the Lian family's vigorous five-year breakup has officially kicked off.A few years later, Lian Ming returned to his hometown with a group of people.

He sat there, and even Yu Feng was overjoyed, feeling that his son finally looked like a big brother.

I didn't expect the other party to say - I want to be a professor, and I want to play with antiques.But I have someone now, let's make an agreement, and I will take care of the family's hard goods lines.As for my business, don't worry about it.

Lian Yu was so angry that he blew his beard and stared, but fortunately Lian Ming said it tactfully, and didn't directly let his father pee and muddy.

This reflects the benefits of being educated.

Since then, Lian Shao of Furong City was born in the world of education and antiques, and has grown into an elite club that is hard to describe.

Lian Ming obviously didn't want to argue with Lian Yufeng, he suppressed the last bit of patience: "No matter how urgent Uncle Six is, tomorrow night will be over. The seminar will end at noon, and I will book the earliest flight back in the afternoon."

"What academic research association! Believe it or not, I brought someone to smash the venue for you?!"

"Believe it or not, I'll have someone cut off the delivery line for you tomorrow?"

"..."

Lian Yufeng has always been thunderous and rainy, but since Lian Ming became independent, he has been very cowardly as his father.

However, no matter how unfilial a son is, he is still a son.

Lian Yufeng hung up the phone cursing, Lian Ming stood in front of the window and rubbed the space between his brows.

He looked back at the Tangxi sword placed neatly on the coffee table, and smiled wryly in his heart.

It's really evil, as soon as I got it, the bad news came to my door.

-

Su Muyu hummed a little tune and went back to the Gongyi Pavilion. In the alleys with nine bends and eighteen bends in the east of Furong City, there was a small courtyard in the south of the Yangtze River.

Among a group of dilapidated courtyards, it seemed to be a sudden force.

Judging from the facade, Gongyi Pavilion is no different from other courtyards.It's just that in the middle of the night at this time, there is still a glazed palace corner lantern hanging in front of the door of Dudu Gongyi Pavilion.The lamp is strange, it needs neither electricity nor wick.

If you look closely, someone will probably run away in fear.

Inside the glazed palace corner lamp, a blue will-o'-the-wisp lights up.

Endless life.

Su Muyu pushed the door open and entered, and the world inside the door was another scene.

Outside the courtyard, the night is quiet; inside the courtyard, the morning sun is faint.

Separated by a door, two worlds.

This small courtyard is exquisite and elegant, with tall banana trees supporting each other with wide leaves, and the pale golden sunlight wandering among the branches and leaves.

The bluestone road paved to the depths of the courtyard has just been washed and shined by the shower, and the lush flowers and plants are woven into a complicated carpet.

In the southeast of the small courtyard, there is also a lake as green as emerald.Birds flitted across the lake, and there was a little turmoil between the sky and the earth before dawn.

This is the mystery of the fact that the doors of the Justice Pavilion are seldom opened—the time inside and outside the door is completely reversed.

Su Muyu walked along the stone road to the depths of the courtyard. He pushed open a carved mahogany door, and the sunlight squeezed in through the gap between the door and the window screen.

The soft rising sun illuminated the room, and as Su Muyu closed the door, the room became as dark as night again.The heavy curtains were tightly drawn around, which was Su Muyu's last appeal.

He conveniently lit the candles in the house, and the moment the flames jumped, the rare treasures displayed everywhere in the house exuded indescribable splendor.The rare pearls that come from the depths of the East China Sea, the blue-colored Yulong thousands of years ago, the jade cup filled with half a glass of grape wine, the green and slightly weird opal...

All the elegance and dormancy of the past were awakened by Su Muyu's arrival.

He opened an old and heavy history book from the huanghuali table, and then tapped the paper with a fan.Su Muyu seemed to be waiting for someone to wake up. He was reclined on the chaise longue, the room could hear needles falling, and even his breathing became slow.

After a long time, a majestic voice came from the annals: "What happened?"

Su Muyu took out the black envelope from his sleeve, threw it on the table, and sneered a few times: "Yes."

"How do you plan to deal with it?"

"Me?" Su Muyu tapped the table with his knuckles, and smiled freely, "I plan to take Lian Shao to meet the world."

The voice was startled, with an undeniable anger: "No!"

"Then, how about taking Shangfang's sword and exchanging it with Lian Shao?"

"Mu Yu!"

The Sumerians knew they were walking a tightrope: "Gongyi Pavilion is so poor that exchanging things doesn't work. I can only teach him to be a man."

"Is there any news from over there to solve the problem of the unsheathing of the soul?"

Su Muyu took back the letter paper and asked the question knowingly.

He opened the envelope, there was no title or greeting, just a simple line: Tonight the soul is out of its sheath.

Signed: Zhan Shiyi. Azrael/S group.

The majestic voice added a bit of joke: "Why did the letter crow run away without seeing you today?"

"It dares." Su Muyu stuffed the letter back and continued to lie back on the chaise longue.

The crows in Rongcheng were raised by "those people" and used as letter crows.

One time, a crow delivering a letter accidentally made a "convenience" on the Sumerian satin, and the situation changed suddenly.

Originally, Su Muyu was not a stingy person, but the words in the letter made Boss Su quite unhappy.

Then he transferred the original sin with a smile, caught the unlucky letter crow and turned it into a white chicken for others.

Since then, Boss Su has been tearing apart crows.

Within a month, he set up "streaking gates" for the crows in the city.As a result, the ravens were frightened by it.

As soon as he saw him, Wu Yangyang turned around and ran away, almost freaking out.

"Those people" are in a state of desperation—crows are also beneficial birds protected by the state!Doesn't your conscience ache? !

To be honest, Su Muyu has not found the whereabouts of his conscience until now.

"When the sword soul disappeared, you followed it without anyone noticing it. Finally, you quietly brought it back and returned it to Zhao. Mu Yu, you don't need to involve irrelevant people."

Su Muyu didn't care: "How can it be irrelevant, and repeatedly told that thing to be evil. Now in this circle, no one knows that the things that my boss Su likes are all weird. What's the matter with him even bumping into the top? .”

"It's not doing you any good."

"It's okay." Su Muyu laughed inexplicably, clutching two Wenwan walnuts in his hand, "Everyone is like this. If you teach him once, he will know. I should make some sacrifices."

"What if Lian doesn't turn around if he doesn't bump into the south wall?"

"Good talk!"

Su Muyu walked to the window, opened a corner of the curtain and looked out.It was noon in the sun, and by estimation of the time, the world outside the door was already at three o'clock in the morning.

He turned back to the table and took out a jade wrench and pocket watch from the three-layer wooden box.Su Muyu put the finger on his left hand, and left the ivory inlaid gold fan in the annals of history.

Before Su Muyu opened the door and went out, he said the last sentence.

"If Lian Shao doesn't cry when he sees the coffin, I don't mind teaching him to be buried in peace."

-

When Su Muyu walked out of the Gongyi Pavilion, he still couldn't adapt to the night for a moment.He twirled his fingers, feeling helpless.

If I hadn't gotten used to this kind of life, I would have become nervous in the constant alternation of day and night.

He hurried to the hotel where Lian Ming was staying, and the fluctuation of the soul in the sword became more and more intense.Black clouds rolled in the sky, and the wind howled.The looming thunder and lightning passed through the clouds, and sparks seemed to be wiped out from the edge of the clouds, and the sky and the earth were as bright as day in an instant.

The humidity in the air suddenly increased, and the trees on the street were blown rustlingly.

Storm is coming.

Su Muyu pursed his lips unnaturally, looking at his posture, that soul tonight is not a good thing.

Su Muyu thought that Lian Ming was probably in the same room with that sword at the moment.

He had an intuition that it was about to end, the gravitational force from the soul unsheathing and tearing space-time was enough to make Lian Ming die without a place to bury him.

He quickened his pace, but he still couldn't escape the pouring rain.

The rain began to fall, accompanied by lightning and thunder, and smacked the ground with a hoarse rain.

Su Muyu rushed to the hotel and ran to the elevator despite being wet.He locked on the nineteenth floor with the frequency from the soul fluctuation, and then found Lian Ming's room at the end of the corridor.

The metal door plate printed Su Muyu's distress, and the anxiety on that beauty's face could not be ignored.

Damn it!The soul came out of its sheath a whole hour earlier than expected!

Through the glass window in the corridor, Su Muyu looked at the worsening sky.

He took out his pocket watch, and now there are less than 10 minutes left!If you can't reverse time and space to take away the soul within 10 minutes, the whole building will be destroyed!

Su Muyu kept ringing the doorbell, but no one opened the door.He knocked on the door eagerly, but no one answered.

Lian Ming, who was taking a bath at this time, knew nothing about the upcoming danger.

Su Muyu looked down at his watch, there were still 9 minutes.

The second hand moved forward one by one, and there seemed to be only the sound of ticking in the empty floor.

Outside the floors, the storm was howling, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the glass windows of the corridor, which seemed to be intensifying.

Su Muyu patted the door: "Lian Ming! Lian Ming!"

8 minutes left.

The second hand stepped on his heart step by step, like a boulder crushing it.

Su Muyu had no choice but to give up entering through the door. He quickly came to the corridor window, opened the window lock and pushed it open.The cool wind poured in with raindrops, and the thunder was more clear in the ears.

A streak of lightning flashed across the sky, splitting the sky like a spider web.

The sound of thunder, rain and wind intertwined together, and the mist that hit his face made Su Muyu unable to open his eyes.

He looked to the left along the window, the balcony of the room was two steps away!

At the same time, Lian Ming walked out of the bathroom.Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in his bathrobe, he was secretly startled by the sudden heavy rain.

Strangely, tonight's full moon is extremely bright, and thick clouds cannot cover up its brilliance.

Lian Ming sat back on the bed and leaned against the head of the bed to read.

The big bed is facing the balcony, and the closed windows keep out all the wind and rain.

6 minutes left.

Su Muyu pushed open the window and swallowed.

He stood on the window sill, grabbed the edge of the window with one hand, and grabbed the wall with the other.He stretched his feet towards the external unit of the air conditioner, and his whole body was exposed to the violent wind and torrential rain.The raindrops hit his face cracklingly, and burrowed into his body along his neck.

Just as Su Muyu stepped on the external machine, he looked down the wall from the corner of his eye.

Nineteen floors, nearly 60 meters.

The rain fell in a cone shape, and fell silently on the abyss-like ground.

Only the wind is making noise.

4 minutes left.

Su Muyu gritted his teeth and loosened the window edge, and stood on the external machine, hanging in the air.

The fluctuation of the soul became more and more intense, and the airflow around him became extremely restless.The roaring thunder could no longer be restrained, and the clouds swirled clockwise.

The wind and rain became weak, but they still hurt like blades when they hit him.

Can't wait any longer!

Su Muyu looked at the balcony one step away, gritted his teeth.He barely turned around, with his side against the cold wall.The rain had soaked every inch of his body, and it was so heavy that even his movements were slow.

Leng Yi turned into a small snake and began to climb up from the bottom of his feet.

Su Muyu is not a god, if he falls from here, there is no possibility of surviving.

3 minutes left.

The pocket watch is attached to the chest, and every heartbeat resonates with the second hand to create tension.

Su Muyu didn't know what kind of mood he was in and jumped out. He rolled and fell on the balcony, and he didn't have time to feel the pain in his shoulder blades.

The wind was bitter, and there was lightning and thunder.

He quickly got up and took the handle of the balcony door.Fortunately, Lian Ming didn't lock the door!

Su Muyu pushed the door open without hesitation, inside the door, Lian Ming who had just lay down sat up in shock!

"Su Muyu?!" Lian Ming couldn't believe it, and there was another kind of panic in his eyes, "This is the nineteenth floor!"

Su Muyu, who came here with a chill and stepped on the moon, sneered.

"Young Master Lian, I'll pick you up."

"?!"

"Don't run away if you get into a mess!"

From then on, the sword seemed to hear a call and vibrated in the password box.

The vision in the sky suddenly changed, and there was a grand, misty, and profound buzzing sound from time and space.

The next moment, the building shook.

1 minutes left.

The full moon behind Su Muyu was glowing with iron light. He looked back under the moon, with the wind and rain as the curtain.

He said, "Come on."

"where to?!"

"Tang Dynasty!"

At that moment, Wanli Jiangshan was no more thrilling than him.

Lian Ming will never forget all the things that happened at that moment in his life. It is a visual effect that cannot be presented in any movie, and it is a shocking scene that cannot be imagined.

The moment Su Muyu raised his hand - the space collapsed.

The moon, lightning, and wind and rain are like acrylic paints mixed together. They are kneaded into the most abstract paintings and then diluted in water.

The walls split, the floors sagged, the entire sky fell, and even the tall buildings in the distance became unreal.The streets are falling apart and the neon lights are dimming.

The stars are shining, and the Milky Way is diverted.There are iron horses fighting, and there are hammers and horns.In the dark night, the fire is soaring to the sky, and in the daytime, the evil gold is especially cold.

The purple smoke rises, Qin Ge is nine days.

What is going up, what is going down.

Time became concrete, and Lian Ming could even see the lines of time running away from behind him.

The years are prehistoric and fleeting.

The coolness of autumn is replaced by a touch of dry heat.

It seemed that something in the chest was about to burst out, and what followed was a lengthy darkness.

Last second.

Lian Ming smiled meaningfully.

The author has something to say:

① Make things happen, do things without hesitation!

②From now on, everyone can make a note of suspected foreshadowing and BUG. (Old Seven smiles like an aunt

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