After being hit by a demon that fell from the sky

Zhang Yan's home is located in an old community in the late 90s, with dozens of six or seven-story buildings neatly distributed in a corner of the city.

The greening of the community is very good. The camphor trees beside the road are lush and lush. In spring, after a round of leaves fall, new buds grow out again, and the tender green color particularly moistens the eyes.

It was an ordinary and leisurely afternoon. On the lawn, several children were playing, and the adults who were watching over them chatted with each other.

He Lanjue stopped and looked at the edge of the lawn for a while.

Zhang Yan thought he was nervous, and patted him on the shoulder: "What? Seeing the parents are a little nervous? Don't be afraid, my parents are very nice."

"No." He Lanjue shook his head, showing a faint smile, "I think your house is different from what I imagined."

Ordinary residential buildings in ordinary communities reveal the warmth of life everywhere.

Just like Zhang Yan, Yan Qing's sharp edge has faded, and every smile is like the sun in winter, which makes people feel warm from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhang Yan laughed: "What do you think my house will be like? A den of monsters?"

I have never seen such a person who actively said that he is a monster, He Lanjue glanced at him, without wasting words, went upstairs first, and rang the doorbell.

Zhang's father and Zhang's mother had long received the news that their son was coming back. The two of them opened the door and saw that besides their son, there was a young man they didn't know.Tall and thin, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, his appearance is very handsome, as if he walked out of a TV screen.

"Isn't this... Ye Yunfan?" Zhang's mother also watched idol dramas, and immediately recognized Fang Qian's character in the drama.

"Hello, Auntie. My name is Fang Qian, and I'm Zhang Yan's friend." He Lanjue smiled slightly, her peach blossom eyes were slightly curved, and her red lips and white teeth pierced Zhang's mother's girly heart.

"So it's Zhang Yan's friend, come in and sit down!" Zhang's mother came to her senses and greeted quickly.Zhang Yan has rarely brought friends home.

As soon as he entered the room, He Lanjue handed out a gift bag containing high-end cosmetics: "This is a gift for you."

Mother Zhang saw that this set cost thousands of dollars, she quickly waved her hand and said, "No need, no need, you are a guest, we should entertain you, how can we make you spend money?" She turned her head and complained to her son: " Zhang Yan, you really are, why are you so ignorant."

Zhang Yan was like a quail in front of his mother. He didn't dare to refute a word, and finally said sullenly: "Mom, you can't return it even if you buy it, just accept it."

——This is a meeting ceremony for your daughter-in-law.

"Dinner is ready." Father Zhang brought out the last dish from the kitchen, took off his apron, and greeted everyone happily to sit down.He who doesn't watch idol dramas obviously has no idea how popular Fang Qian is.

Zhang Yan looked at the fried vegetables with mushrooms, chicken stewed with mushrooms, and sliced ​​mushroom meat on the table, dumbfounded.

"Dad, why are there so many mushrooms?"

Father Zhang took a mouthful on the ground: "Didn't you post [-] catties of mountain goods last time? You haven't finished eating until now! Eat more mushrooms, which is good for your physical and mental health!"

After all, he put a large chopsticks into Zhang Yan's bowl, "Eat more. Don't always eat meat, eat some vegetables!"

Then he turned his head to He Lanjue and said kindly: "This kid Zhang Yan is naturally slack, does he always cause trouble for you?"

"No. Zhang Yan is a person who thinks of his friends very much." He Lanjue smiled slightly, with delicate eyebrows and eyes stretched out, paired with black-rimmed glasses to hide his eyes, he looked very bookish.

The three chatted happily, and Zhang Yan watched his parents fall quickly in a dumbfounded manner, turning a blind eye to himself.

Zhang's father proudly took out the white wine that he had collected for many years, but Zhang's mother slapped the table and stopped him: "Old Zhang, you even found out that you have an alcoholic liver and still drink it!"

Zhang Yan also quickly touched He Lanjue's leg under the table, He Lanjue understood, smoothed things over and said, "Uncle Zhang, I'm really sorry, I'm allergic to alcohol, so I can't drink."

"That's it." Zhang's father put down the wine bottle with a sad expression on his face.At the end of the meal, Zhang Yan couldn't say a few words, so he had to eat fast. Zhang's father was very skilled, and he swept most of the dishes on the table into his stomach. He finished three bowls in one go. Only then did I feel full.

After the meal, Zhang Yan took the initiative to ask to finish brushing, and He Lanjue naturally followed.

In the middle of washing, Zhang Yan glanced at He Lanjue beside him, and suddenly noticed that something was wrong with his face.

He asked worriedly: "You look so bad, are you okay?"

He Lanjue shook his head, indicating that he was fine.But Zhang Yan knew that he was used to being aggressive: "Do you have a headache again?"

Although He Lanjue never said it, Zhang Yan knew that his headaches not only did not improve, but became more and more frequent.

He Lanjue denied it with a smile: "I'm really fine."

As soon as he finished speaking, his body softened, and Zhang Yan hurriedly helped him into the room.

He Lanjue hugged him, put his head into his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "I didn't..."

Halfway through, the person in his arms suddenly fell silent.

"He Lanjue?" Zhang Yan yelled a few times without waking him up, and suddenly panicked.

He hurriedly carried him to the bed.He Lanjue, who was sleeping, was still frowning, looking very sad, and the shirt he was wearing inside was already soaked in cold sweat.He has always been good at hiding pain, even if he feels extremely uncomfortable, he will only smile and say it's okay.

Zhang Yan felt as if someone had stabbed him in the heart, and self-blame and heartache were intertwined.Holding He Lanjue's hand, he sat there for a while before recovering, went out to get a basin of hot water, wiped his body carefully, and changed into pajamas.

Just as the button was on the chest, the unconscious man suddenly opened his eyes.

He glanced at Zhang Yan, then glanced around, and finally landed on Zhang Yan's hand buttoning him, showing a puzzled look: "What are you doing? Where is this?"

After finishing speaking, he pushed Zhang Yan away, struggled to get up from the bed, and fell to his knees on the ground with his head in his arms before taking two steps.

Before Zhang Yan had time to be happy, he was hit on the head by his words, and he was a little dumbfounded, "He Lanjue, what's the matter with you?"

He was at a loss and wanted to help him up, but the young man in pain resisted his contact very much: "Don't touch me!"

Zhang Yan couldn't stop his heart from sinking, and asked in a trembling voice, "Do you know who I am?"

The young man looked at him with a confused and helpless expression: "Who are you?"

Looking at the young man in front of him, Zhang Yan suddenly understood.

He is not He Lanjue.

He is Fang Qian.

He walked on the bustling pedestrian street in Chenhai, like a wandering soul.

The red light turned into a green light, and a large crowd of hula-la-la flowed past him like a stream, but he stayed at the intersection.

One moment he was still lying on the roof, and the next moment, he found himself here.

Vendors hold all kinds of gadgets in their hands and sell them to passers-by, young girls gather in groups of twos and threes, carrying shopping harvests in their hands, men carry bags, talk and laugh, and walk side by side on the pedestrian street with.

At dusk, store signs and neon lights are shining brightly, and music is coming from large and small shops.

Countless people came to him, but they all walked over as if they hadn't seen him.He tried to talk to passers-by, but no matter whether he yelled, yelled or begged, these people were indifferent, allowing him to be overwhelmed by despair.

He has forgotten how long he has been here, let alone how long he will stay here.

However, he has already realized the fact that this is not a real pedestrian street, but a cage where he is imprisoned.Whenever he tried to get out of this place, he found himself still in the middle of the street.

Is he dead?

Why is he here?

Who imprisoned him here?

How can I get out?

One puzzle after another appeared before his eyes.

He lingered on this street like this, day after day, from the secret joy of being saved from death, to the later confusion and helplessness, and now to the current anger.

Even killing him immediately would be a million times better than staying stuck here!

It was raining heavily on the pedestrian street. Pedestrians ran, screamed, and hid in the shops on the side of the road, but he stood in the middle of the street, allowing himself to be drenched by the pouring rain.

He looked up at the sky, his long eyebrows raised angrily, and his dark eyes were burning with anger.

I want to destroy all this hypocrisy, I want to smash this invisible cage.

Anger swept his mind, he rushed to the shop on the side of the street recklessly, grabbed the things at hand, and slammed them against the shop window.

The glass shattered with a "wow," and he stepped on the shards all over the floor, venting his long-standing fear and anger to his heart's content, until night completely fell on this place.

it's dark……

He raised his head and was surprised to find that it was dark in this place where it was always dusk.The surrounding scenes evaporated and disappeared like morning dew.The next moment, a huge force dragged him to the unknown...

His eyelids weighed more than a thousand catties, and the act of opening his eyes had exhausted almost all of his strength.But the desperate desire to see drove him.

Sitting next to a person, is this reality?Or is it another cage that traps him?

He tried his best to concentrate his eyes, and finally saw the man's appearance clearly.

He was very young, about the same age as himself, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a handsome face. His expression was very sad under the dim yellow light.

He had never met this person.

This is an unfamiliar room, only a dozen square meters, with bookcases and desks on one wall, and posters of basketball stars. He is lying on the single bed, and the dim light comes from the lamp on the bedside table.

Looking down, he saw the man's hand on his chest.

Displeasure rushed up: "What are you doing? Where is this?"

Uneasiness pounded back and forth in his stomach: why is he here?This man can see him, has he returned to reality?

He pushed the man off the bed, wanted to get out of here and look outside, but a severe headache hit him.It was as if tens of thousands of ants were gnawing on his head, and it seemed as if a sharp blade had been inserted into it.

"Ah!" He moaned all over his body, knelt down on the ground with his head in his arms, and curled up into a ball.

The strange man yelled something.But the pain has left him with no time to care.

enough!What did he do wrong?Why torture him like this?

The man came over and wanted to help him up, but he pushed him away.

"Don't touch me," he heard himself say.

"Do you know who I am?" the man asked.His voice trembled a little, as if he was even more helpless and frightened than he was.

He looked up at the bewildered stranger: "Who are you?"

But he didn't wait for an answer.

His eyes turned black again, and after severe dizziness, he found himself standing in a boundless wilderness.

The sky is as red as blood, and the scorching land is full of gorgeous manjusawa, like raging fire, like the red dress of a dancing girl, like spilled blood, like all beautiful and hopeless things.

The fragrance of flowers filled the tip of the nose, but in this fragrance, there was an inexplicable ominousness.

A tall and thin man stood in front of him. The black robe on his body was darker than the night, and his white hair was loosely tied behind him.

His beautiful appearance is even more beautiful than the red flowers all over the mountains and plains. His eyes are like cold stars, and the sight of his eyes will make people feel cold all over his body.

Fang Qian recognized this face, which was the last face he saw before losing consciousness.