I am the only one in the world without Su [Quick Transmigration]

Chen Jun picked up a stone, a simple dark red stone with a rough and unique appearance.

Looks like a lot of money, that was his first thought.

The second one is, damn it, it’s so heavy!

Chen Jun is a normal adult man, and he is the kind who exercises his body all the year round.

But not to mention lifting it, it is unimaginably heavy even if it is dragged on the ground. When it hits the concrete floor, it will leave a shallow mark, which is simply terrifying.

Obviously the volume looks normal, but the weight and density on the ground is unimaginable.

Chen Jun was really curious, so he deliberately studied it over and over again.

I can't see the material, but the texture is excellent and extremely hard. Even if its historical value is not considered, it can be regarded as priceless in itself.

But to be honest, if it wasn't out of helplessness, Chen Jun would never have dared to move it home.

This thing started a month ago.

Chen Jun is a travel enthusiast, so he went out at his own expense during college, and went west with a few like-minded travel friends.

It's a pity that before I climbed a few mountains, I announced my return because of a companion's severe altitude sickness.

And Chen Jun found this jade by accident on the way back.

At first, he was quite surprised. Logically speaking, it is not too unusual for this kind of thing to appear in any ancient tomb, but the problem is that when he discovered it, he was packing his luggage in an unknown hotel.

Chen Jun originally thought that someone was joking with him, but when he took it out, no one could see it!

As if it didn't exist at all.

Chen Jun originally wanted to throw this thing away, but it was a pity that he couldn't throw it away. Every day when he woke up, he could see this handful of jade beside his luggage.

And as he got closer to home and farther away from the place where he found it, the jade would get heavier and heavier.

Chen Jun had already looked away, habitually treating it as non-existent, or a pure living room decoration.

Until one day, that handful of jade crushed a corner of his living room.

This is a rented, rented house!

The only thing he can be thankful for is that the renter downstairs is traveling abroad, and he won't be able to return for a year or so.

But looking at this stone now, Chen Jun was a little depressed. Looking at the obvious depression on the ground, he definitely couldn't pretend not to see it anymore.

Finally, after serious thinking, Chen Jun went to the vegetable market, but he couldn't, so he went to the slaughterhouse, and finally rushed back with a bottle of black dog blood.

When the stench was only one meter away from the handful of jade, the stone began to react. The dazzling red light was as bright as a thousand-watt light bulb, and Chen Jun couldn't open his eyes.

He felt that someone was coming to him, getting closer and closer to him.

Chen Jun hurriedly opened the bottle, and when he was about to throw it out, he found that his hand was caught, the scalding heat frightened him, and he opened his eyes before closing them in time, it was too bright.

"Fuck, what's going on?!"

Chen Jun felt that he was really not an ordinary slut, he actually touched the hand that was caught by him, and then realized that the other party seemed to be a person, but his body temperature was too high.

Then he suddenly found that the light had disappeared, and opened his eyes to see that the person standing in front of him was indeed a person.

Knee-length hair, a magnificent face, the style of clothing is hundreds of years ago, the plain clothes are like snow, cold and sharp like jade, the face is as cold as the eternal cold ice, the eyes are sinking like flowing water, She looked at him without the slightest emotion.

Chen Jun cupped his fists nonchalantly: "Brother, where did you fight?!"

The man pointed to the stone.

Chen Jun tentatively asked, "Is the stone refined?"

The man shakes his head.

Chen Jun looked at the jade and then at the man. He actually had a lot of questions, but he didn't know where to ask them. Finally, he choked out a sentence: "Can you put this thing away, it's too heavy, and it weighs down my living room." collapsed..."

Su Zhuolo was silent for a while, then moved his fingers, and the handful of jade flew into his hand.

Then he finally spoke, but his voice was hoarse.

"who are you?"

"Me? My name is Chen Jun. What about you?"

"Su Zhuolo."

Chen Jun was speechless for a while, and asked, "Why are you here?"

"do not know."

"You won't stay in this stone forever!"

"should."

"Then how long have you been in there?"

"long time."

Chen Jun thought for a while, and then changed the question: "Then are you dead or alive now?"

Looking at the attire and appearance style, Chen Jun felt that this question was still very valuable.

Su Zhuolo thought for a while before saying, "Of course I'm alive, but the way of existence is different from yours."

Chen Jun felt that this sentence contained a lot of information, and it seemed very special: "Then what are you going to do now?"

The man shook his head hesitantly.

Chen Jun said again: "Then can you go back to Yushi first?"

The man nodded without much hesitation.

Chen Jun finally heaved a sigh of relief. He felt that the person in front of him was not bad. Although he didn't know how many years he had existed, he seemed——

Very easy to cheat.

Watching the man go in helplessly, Chen Jun looked at it for a long time with a strange expression on his face, and then picked up the stone.

"Oh, should I hand it over to the country, or sell it on the black market?"

"I heard."

Chen Jun was a little embarrassed by the sudden voice, and hurriedly said, "I'm just kidding, I was just joking just now."

"Are you hungry, I'm going to cook."

He threw the bottle in his hand into the trash can, then turned and went into the kitchen, skillfully selecting vegetables and washing rice, and worked for a while.

Then the food was served on the table, and when he turned around, he saw Su Zhuolo sitting on the sofa solemnly holding the jade.

Chen Jun greeted him, set up the bowls and chopsticks, and found that Su Zhuolo was already standing in front of him.

He was just about to say why you walk silently, when he remembered that the person in front of him didn't seem to be alive.

"are you hungry?"

Su Zhuolo shook his head.

"Then can you eat?"

Su Zhuolo shook his head again.

Chen Jun hummed, grabbed his chopsticks and started to chop the rice.

After the meal, Chen Jun asked Su Zhuolo: "Ordinary people shouldn't be able to see you, right?"

Su Zhuolo nodded.

Chen Jun was also quite helpless, except for shaking his head and nodding, the communication barrier was not ordinary.

He finally thought about it: "The first time I saw your jade was at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, do you want me to take you back?"

A rare expression appeared on Su Zhuolo's face, he frowned and said, "No, I don't want to go back."

"Why?" Chen Jun felt that he had grasped the key.

"They're all dead, and I'm the only one left. What are you going to do?" Su Zhuolo said expressionlessly.

Chen Jun snorted and asked him, "Who are they?"

Su Zhuolo began to frown again: "I don't remember. I have forgotten many things."

Chen Jun comforted him: "Take your time, you will always remember."

Su Zhuolo said, "My memory is sealed by myself, and I don't want to remember it."

"why?"

"Probably because the past was not so good!"

Chen Jun fell silent.

Time passed quickly, and autumn came in a blink of an eye. Chen Jun went to several companies for interviews but failed. As the job became more and more difficult to find, he planned to be a full-time painter with a low salary, but It was a good day.

Su Zhuolo was with him all the time.

Chen Jun felt that he still had no objection to having one more person in the family, and it was very pleasing to watch.

Even if he is less talkative and has a dull temper, he still feels very good, very good.

Su Zhuolo has indeed existed for many years, but he has been staying in the jade. When he comes out, the generation gap with the world is already a natural barrier.

Chen Jun was very patient and wanted to fill this gap, but Su Zhuolo was not very interested. The conveniences of modern life were nothing to him. He felt that the random knowledge and memories in his mind were better than the It's too high-end.

The biggest feeling this world gave him was low-level.

Chen Jun despised his old-fashioned thoughts very much, so he specially took a moment to take him out for a stroll.

Needless to say, the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers, according to Su Zhuolo, the imperial jade can travel thousands of miles in a day, where the mountains and rivers cannot be seen, and the pollution is serious now, not as good as it was hundreds of years ago.

After much deliberation, Chen Jun decided to take him to the history museum, but hearing the three representatives from World War I and World War II to the present, let alone Su Zhuolo, Chen Jun himself was dizzy.

As for the other famous man-made scenic spots, Su Zhuolo was even more reluctant to go because there were too many people.

Probably for Su Zhuolo, the biggest feature of this world is that there are so many people, he has never seen so many people, or low-level creatures.

After a few more months, it will be Chinese New Year.

Now the New Year's Eve is getting less lively every year. Chen Jun originally wanted to go home, but now that there are more Su Zhuolos, he thought about it and decided not to go back for the New Year's Eve.

Although he always felt that Su Zhuolo was very strange, on the other hand, he felt that they were very familiar, as if they had known each other for a long time, and this feeling was not only felt by Chen Jun, but also by Su Zhuolo.

Although he had forgotten many things, the fact that he chose Chen Jun back then vaguely showed that it was not a coincidence.

He bought some New Year's goods, which he had to keep at home for the New Year when he was a child, but now he doesn't use them often.

Chen Jun took red paper and wanted to write couplets. He had practiced brush calligraphy when he was a child, but now he seldom touches it. Naturally, it doesn't look good.

Su Zhuolo looked at him writing very seriously, there was no hint of ridicule in his eyes.

After Chen Jun thought about it, he handed him the pen.

Su Zhuolo took it, tapped some ink, and wrote a few words casually, neatly, exactly like the picture on the TV.

Chen Jun compared it for a long time, and it was really accurate. Finally, he couldn't help asking him: "You are actually a good printer!"

Su Zhuolo glanced at him and remained silent.

Chen Jun muttered very seriously: "If you've seen it, you're not allowed to become a master, forget it."

"Do you know how long you have existed?"

Su Zhuolo thought for a while, and stretched out four fingers first.

Then I felt something was wrong, so I took one back.

Chen Jun couldn't help asking: "300 years?"

Su Zhuolo was expressionless: "3 years"

Chen Jun took a breath, and couldn't help but look at Su Zhuolo, he didn't quite believe it, but even if he said an extra zero, it was quite scary!

Then Su Zhuolo leaned on the sofa, closed his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking. Chen Jun went to the kitchen to look at the dough and the already chopped stuffing in the refrigerator, and simply called Su Zhuolo to make dumplings.

No matter how long you have lived as a monster, you have to use it when it is time to use it.

Su Zhuolo also listened to him, and really walked over to wash his hands, pinched a piece of dough and spread it out in the palm of his hand, imitating Chen Jun's example, stuffing stuffing into it, and then creased one by one.

Chen Jun laughed and said, "I can't tell, you're pretty skilled!"

Su Zhuolo looked a little strange, but didn't say a word.

The dumplings went out of the pot, water was added several times, and then they were scooped up again.

Chen Jun gave Su Zhuolo a regretful look: "Unfortunately, you can't eat it."

Su Zhuolo picked up the chopsticks, picked one up and put it in his mouth, seeing Chen Jun's surprised eyes, he couldn't hold back the corners of his lips.

"When did I say I couldn't eat?"

Chen Jun was speechless; "Then why did you shake your head when I asked you?"

Su Zhuolo looked disgusted: "The energy of those things is too low, and it's useless to eat them."

Chen Jun stretched out his fingers tremblingly: "Then why are you eating this stuff now?"

Su Zhuolo said confidently: "Suddenly want to eat, can't you?"

Chen Jun twitched the corner of his mouth: "From then on, I will cook meals for two people."

"En." Then Su Zhuolo said very sincerely: "Although you don't cook well."

Chen Jun snorted.

The two sat on the sofa and watched the gala. Chen Jun was bored watching it, but Su Zhuolo didn't feel bored, but he couldn't understand many things.

Chen Jun said, "Will you keep vigil?"

Su Zhuolo said indifferently, "As you wish."

Chen Jun propped his chin, looking really bored, his eyes quickly narrowed.

Su Zhuolo glanced at him, turned off his voice, and leaned closer to Chen Jun again.

He stretched out his hand to brush up Chen Jun's hair, lowered his head closer to the side of his face, and gently pressed his lips against his cheek.

Then slowly close your eyes and remain motionless.

Chen Jun felt that he had had a very, very long dream, a dream that lasted for thousands of years, it must be true.

When he woke up, he saw Su Zhuolo sitting beside his bed, Chen Jun couldn't help but say, "Su Zhuolo..."

Su Zhuolo lowered his eyes: "Yes."

Chen Jun was stunned for a moment, then repeated his name again: "Su Zhuolo?"

Su Zhuolo reached out and touched the sweat on his forehead: "What dream did you have?"

"I dreamed of a big fire." Chen Jun turned his head to look at Su Zhuolo: "Many, many people died, and I saw a person who looked exactly like you—"

"He was smiling at me and letting me go."

Su Zhuolo's lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

Chen Jun looked at Su Zhuolo and said, "Have we known each other for a long time?"

Su Zhuolo looked at him silently for a long time, and said, "Then do you remember who I am?"

"No."

Su Zhuolo smiled, but didn't speak again.

Chen Jun grabbed his hand and said suddenly, "Tell me, okay, what's going on?"

Su Zhuolo suppressed her smile, and said lightly, "You have to remember it yourself, otherwise, no matter how much I tell you, it's someone else's story."

The author has something to say: If you meet before time travel.

The sudden stalk, I suddenly want to write about it, if the beginning of the encounter between you and me was not so tragic.

It's not enough to scare away so many readers.

I just don't want to write the main text series.