Fast Time Travel Novel Improver

Opening his eyes again, Song Yaze's hand was still covering his heart.

He noticed that he was sitting in the time-traveling office, and the pointer hanging on the wall pointed at five past nine.

The time of more than a year has gone away from him, it seems to be just a dream.

But now Song Yaze couldn't tell which was a dream and which was reality.He sat in a daze, staring numbly at the ever-changing light coming in from the window.He didn't feel like he came back, but rather like he had traveled to this world.

The clock was ticking regularly on the wall, and although the pain in Song Yaze's heart was no longer severe, it was still aching.The aftermath of the pain was dizziness. He felt his stomach tumbling, but he couldn't vomit anything.

Panting slightly, he stroked his forehead, which was covered with cold sweat.

The anti-imperialist reappeared. Although it was a dumpling, the eyes on its belly were full of worry.

"Are you okay?" Its cute soft voice was full of worry.

"It's okay..." Song Yaze lay weakly on the desk, and said weakly, "Why is my heart hurting so much?"

"Uh..." Anti-Emperor muttered, "This... probably is... er... the sequelae of time travel..."

It was evasive and vaguely answered.

Seeing the anti-imperialist's obvious dodge, Song Yaze didn't ask any more questions. In fact, he didn't have the energy to get to the bottom of it.Panting, he frowned and said:

"Then... what about the people in that world?"

"Uh...they...all turned into particles..." Anti-Emperor stammered, his eyes dodging a bit.

Song Yaze looked at the clothes on his body, and a burst of anger rose in his heart.Enduring the pain, he shouted angrily at the anti-imperialist:

"Do you think I'm blind?! My clothes are still the clothes of that world!"

He turned over his left hand subconsciously, and saw "ido" crooked and messy on it.Then he wiped his chin and lips with the back of his hand, took it off and saw that there were bloodstains on it.

He showed the back of his hand to the guilty anti-imperialist, and said sharply:

"This is Bai Li's blood. According to you, this blood shouldn't exist!" He paused, and then said, "Why did you lie to me? What is your purpose?"

The anti-imperialist suddenly opened his eyes wide, his belly was a little red, and his slender arms trembled slightly.It jumped in front of Song Yaze, and argued sincerely:

"I did lie to you, but I never meant to hurt you! Believe me?"

Song Yaze smiled contemptuously. He looked at the anti-emperor with some contempt and said:

"Are you asking me to believe something full of lies?"

"please believe me!"

Anti-emperor looked at Song Yaze tearfully. At that moment, Song Yaze seemed to see it kneeling.

"I have my own purpose, but I never want to hurt you!"

"When you were bombed in that world, I was the one who saved you; now you have returned to the original point of time, and there is no loss in real life. This is enough to show that I didn't mean to harm you!" Anti-imperialist defended, his eyes hurt .

Looking at it, Song Yaze couldn't bear it, so he said, "Forget it, I have nothing to lose anyway."

He paused for a few seconds, then frowned and continued, "Don't look at me like that in the future."

Hearing what he said, Anti-Emperor froze for a moment, then said happily again: "You are still so kind, nothing has changed! Hehe!"

He leaned back on the generous chair back, closed his eyes, and said weakly: "Will you stay with me forever from now on?"

The anti-imperialist patted his stomach, pushed himself up, and looked proud: "Yes! From now on, you will have my company! You won't be alone! I'm here to save you!"

Song Yaze felt tired...

The next day, which happened to be Saturday, Song Yaze slept on the big bed at home until noon.He was really tired, not only physically, but also mentally.

When he woke up, he seemed to think that he was in that classical and elegant Song residence, and Yan Deguang would come to deliver coffee to him with calm steps in a short time.

But when he opened his eyes today, the first thing he saw was the white and simple ceiling at home.He froze for a long time before recalling that he had returned to reality.

Song Yaze's home is not far from the company.After ten years of struggle, he paid the down payment with the 50 he saved.Although he paid off the mortgage every month and became a member of the army of house slaves, every time he entered the house and looked at the clean and bright room, he always evoked a smile full of accomplishment.

His home is not big, only more than 80 square meters, but it is enough for his daily life as a single nobleman.The whole room was filled with the scent of a single man, only the few potted plants randomly placed brought a little vitality to this stiff and cold room.

He went to the dumpling restaurant in the neighborhood.The proprietress is a military wife, [-] years older than Song Yaze. She is plump and very capable. From buying ingredients, chopping dumpling fillings, kneading noodles, and cooking underwater dumplings, she does everything by herself.

Song Yaze must come here more than three times a week, and he has eaten all kinds of dumpling fillings in turn many times.The proprietress has a good relationship with him, always urging the marriage, and trying to introduce him to someone.

Just when he smelled the smell that he had missed for a long time, his throat rolled, and he quickly poured vinegar, picked up the chopsticks, and was about to eat, when the voice of anti-imperialism suddenly came to his mind.

"Sure enough, it's dumplings again!" Anti-imperialist's voice sounded hoarse and nasal as if he had just woken up.

Song Yaze caught its nasal voice, dipped in vinegar, and asked it, "Aren't you a system? Why do you sound like you just woke up?"

"I... people need to rest too!" the anti-imperialist said aggrievedly, pouting.

"Remove the word 'other', and don't use this weird self-proclaimed name in the future, I'm getting goosebumps." Song Yaze ate the dumplings in a hurry, but he didn't forget to teach him a lesson against the emperor.

"You still need to rest. I don't know how many things you have hidden. You are so tired." Song Yaze said sarcastically.

"I... I didn't do anything wrong! Hmph!" The anti-emperor blushed after being poked.

Coming out of the dumpling restaurant, he saw a young mother waiting for the bus with a baby in her arms at the bus stop across the road.And behind her stood a young girl, she was wearing a leather jacket and pants, her hair was dyed purple, and she looked rebellious.

The girl, on the other hand, made a winking expression behind the young mother's back, making the baby giggle.

Song Yaze suddenly felt very warm. He felt so happy that he could live in such a world full of warmth and love.

He raised his head to face the warm sunshine, although the air was still filled with annoying smog, but he had never felt so at ease and satisfied like now.

At this moment, he loves the world he has lived in for 32 years. He loves every person, every flower, every grass, and every grain of sand.

He looked down at the "ido" on the palm of his left hand, made up his mind, raised his legs and walked towards the distant block.

"Where are you going?" Anti-imperialist asked curiously.

"I'm going to get a tattoo." Song Yaze said firmly and decisively.

"You really want to get tattooed?!" The anti-imperialist was shocked, and said impatiently, "I strongly oppose it!"

"Your objection is invalid." Song Yaze said calmly, "What I promised will naturally be done."

"You don't like that Bai Li, do you?! Are you crazy?!" Anti-imperialist was shocked with anger.

"It's because I'm open and frank that I dare to get the tattoo." Song Yaze looked at the anti-emperor and said calmly, "This is not love, but a gentleman's promise."

"But... I still don't want you to get a tattoo!" The anti-imperialist's eyes were very wronged, "Tattoos are very painful!"

"I'm a man, this little pain is nothing!"

Song Yaze glanced at the anti-imperialist who looked like a doormat, paused, and said again:

"Also, as I said, don't look at me like that."

The anti-imperialist said he couldn't beat Song Yaze, so he kept silent angrily. The edge of the white dumpling drooped down, limp, as if he had been greatly shocked.

Song Yaze didn't bother to care about it, went to the tattoo shop, showed the "ido" on the palm to the boss who stabbed dragons and painted tigers, and asked the boss to tattoo according to this pattern.

"This one looks messy, are you sure you want to press this pattern? There are many better-looking fonts in our store."

The chubby tattoo shop owner looked suspiciously at the three crooked letters, and his eyes, which were squeezed by the fat, seemed small, puzzled.

Song Yaze shook his head and said with a smile, "Just do the tattoo like this!"

When he came out of the tattoo shop, looking at the tattooed characters, his surroundings were still red and swollen.He thought of the begging and humbleness in Bai Li's eyes after writing these two words, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, smiled slightly, looked up at the sky, and said to himself in relief:

"Rest in peace, Bai Liku."

……

Song Yaze still maintains the spirit of working hard at work.When he came back from the world of "Hei Li Biography", he cherished his stable life even more.

He looked at the employees with more smiles, and the content of his speech changed from ordering and admonishing to encouraging and comforting. Rumors spread in the company that he had left the single.

He feels that he has grown a lot, and his mentality is much calmer than before.In the face of interest disputes at work, I am not so anxious.His mind was freed from many material pursuits, and became much lighter.

Finally, it's the National Day, which is the time for all the people to go out and play.

The streets, highways, and shopping centers are full of people.People who live at three o'clock and one line on weekdays are now like being paroled from a cage. They can't wait to tie their legs on the road for the past seven days, and they can't bear to go home.

Song Yaze stood at the window of his house and looked down at the busy street, feeling a headache.

"Do you want to go on a trip? Hee hee~~" Anti-imperialist suddenly appeared, with a cunning tone in his tone.

Song Yaze instantly understood what it meant, and said, "What's wrong? Is there a new mission?"

"Yeah!" Anti-emperor said with a smile, squinting his eyes, "This task was entrusted by writer Tao Tao, hehe!"

Tao Tao is a well-known domestic writer. Most of his works are realistic, aiming to reflect life, and through ordinary life to cut into the deep-seated things such as outlook on life and values, which are very realistic and philosophical.In this impetuous age, people who are overwhelmed have really been given a tranquilizer.

Even Song Yaze has read his books. Although they are not as inspiring as philosophical books, they are quite philosophical and indeed thought-provoking.

Song Yaze was very happy when he heard the news, and said excitedly, "That's great! It's exactly what I want!"

Therefore, the anti-imperialist called out the outline for him, and the scroll slowly unfolded. The title of the book was "Ordinary Man":

Qin Jianjun was lucky to have a father who was a landlord. Although he was a steelworker with his face facing the stove and his back facing the steel, and his face painted with carbon ash, his ears were roaring, but he could read and read like the one who aroused him after he swung the hammer down. The layers of sparks are so complicated.

But the sky seems to only see his dark and simple face. The wife assigned to him is Wang Xiujuan.

And this Wang Xiujuan's abilities have been eaten up by mouth, and she has been married for five years, and she is stunned.The couple scratched their ears, scratched their cheeks, and cried bitterly every night. They traveled all over the major hospitals. The old Chinese doctor saw them and ran away as if smelling rotten eggs.Five years later, the two were desperate, so they adopted two fat boys, who were four years apart.

This young boy came from the orphanage. He was already 16 years old when he was adopted. He was an older child and didn’t have his own name yet. ;

The youngest son, Lin Yuguo, was only 12 years old when he was adopted. Even his illiterate farmer parents asked a high school student to choose his name.It's a pity that his parents are also infected with tuberculosis, and they are poor premature deaths.The neighbor who is still a good human being pitied the boy, he kept talking and thinking, and introduced lotus flowers to Qin's family.

But this kid is not as honest and honest as his brother, but he is very clever.When the eyes are rolled up, it's like the X-ray, which illuminates people's hearts transparently; but the temper is not small, very stubborn, no matter how many slaps on the buttocks, they don't want to change their surname.

This good life is finally over, but some people always die to enjoy the blessings.The two sons had been raised for less than a month, and Qin Jianjun was dragged by the neighbor boy Wan Hui to gamble. He lost 5 yuan and owed 40 yuan to the family.

The debt collectors come to threaten with an iron rod every day, and that posture is enough to bluff people.The family moved to a shantytown where cows would not bow their heads to lick the water, and lived aggrievedly in this dirty and crowded place to avoid debts.

This Wang Xiujuan is a stern character, like a wilting eggplant to the debt collectors, but she blows her beard and stares and scolds Qin Jianjun endlessly.

Qin Jianjun looked at the two boys who were waiting to eat with their mouths open, and the woman who pointed at him and scolded him every day. He became so cruel that he bought rat poison and poured it into his belly. He closed his eyes, kicked his legs, and died.

The only source of income for the family was cut off. Wang Xiujuan was dumbfounded. She called the two boys debt collectors every day, and beat them on the bench. The two poor children couldn't fill their stomachs.Xu Shitian couldn't bear to see this shrew anymore. Within a week after Qin Jianjun's death, when she was asked to carry sandbags outside, the truck suddenly overturned, and hundreds of tons of sandbags fell on her back, crushing her to death. !

Once Wang Xiujuan died, the two children were fortunate enough to get 2 yuan in compensation; but it is not a solution in the long run. The two children live so hungry and full, it can be described as bitter water everywhere!

The outline ends here.

Song Yaze was immersed in Tao Tao's interesting and lively writing, and was reading it with great interest, when he suddenly found that there was no more text, he asked strangely:

"Why do you feel like the story isn't over yet? It hasn't even begun!"

Anti-imperialist clutched his stomach, and said lazily: "Of course, this is just a background introduction of your time travel."

Song Yaze thought for a while, then asked, "Does Tao Tao have any special requirements?"

"That's right! The client asked you to time travel as Qin Haoran, because Qin Haoran was the closest to Lin Yuguo, and stayed with him the longest before he got married and started a business. He also asked you to experience life in a completely natural and unaffected environment , so the outline is only given here, and the rest is up to you to play freely."

"The protagonist of this story is Lin Yuguo. The client wants to portray him as a pinnacle figure who has gone from poverty to prosperity and success, living a top-notch life, and using this as the main line to start observing each character and the whole world."

"Yes." Song Yaze nodded and said, "It is indeed a good material."

"So we set the time when the Qin family was in the most embarrassing situation, that is, shortly after Qin Jianjun's death, as the time point for you to travel through; when Lin Yuguo reaps the marriage and starts a new life, it is the time for you to come back." Said in a serious tone.

"Then don't I have to travel through many years this time?!" Song Yaze thought that it would take about ten years for Lin Yuguo to grow up from 12 years old to get married, and hesitated a bit.

"But if you calculate it this way, you have lived ten years longer than others!" Anti-imperialist said happily, but it looked at the problem from an unusual angle.

Song Yaze nodded in agreement.After a pause, he looked at Anti-Emperor strangely again, and tentatively said, "You don't look like a cold system, but like a living person."

"Uh...it shows that I...I'm smart..." Anti-imperialist always hesitated like this every time he lied.

Song Yaze didn't continue to ask, he knew that this dumpling would not tell the truth, just like he would never know what kind of stuffing was in its huge belly.

"You are a soul, and I shape the environment; all dharmas are in the same body, and they all return to one; there is no beginning and no end, there is a beginning and an end; in the name of love, I finally believe in the land; the soul is the contract, and the life is the price; life after life, reincarnation does not rest; When one dies, one gathers when one dies."

There was another roar and dizziness, and Song Yaze gradually closed his eyes...