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Hwaseong's airport is full of people coming and going all year round, and there are joys and sorrows almost every moment, like a condensed stage of life.

At this time, the crowds at the International Airport No. 2 were bustling.A middle-aged woman wearing Belle's classic plaid coat leaned against the railing and looked forward to the exit. She had short natural curly hair, her temples were dyed a bit of snow, and her facial features were kind and friendly.She seems to be a very educated woman.

Yan Xu pulled his luggage and walked out with the crowd, and saw such a woman smiling at him, and even stretched out her right hand to greet him: "Qingyuan! This way!"

Yan Xu smiled at her, nodded, and quickened his pace.

"mom."

"Oh, I've lost weight. Why, are you tired? Are you hungry? Let's go, your father is waiting outside." Tian Ya gave her son a big hug, and then carefully looked Yan Xu's face up and down, eyes full It is pampering.

They walked outside, Tian Ya wanted to snatch the suitcase from Yan Xu's hand, but Yan Xu dodged it quickly.

Tian Ya held her son's hand who was more than a head taller than herself with her left hand. Because her son was considerate and failed to pull the suitcase, she had a sweet smile on the corner of her delicately lined lips. Get in the car, but still can't stop.

Yuan Ming was sitting in the driver's seat, with a pair of rimless glasses on the bridge of his nose. Although he was over fifty years old, he looked like an elegant middle-aged man.In fact, what happened three years ago made him have to retreat to the second line, and there were a lot of silver strands in his hair.On the contrary, these years, because he didn't have to worry about the group, he had more time to play around with his wife Tian Ya, and his brows were a little less serious and sharp than before, and a little more leisurely.

At this time, he was turning around in the driver's seat with difficulty, met Yan Xu's eyes, smiled slightly, and the tacit understanding between father and son communicated in sight: "Just come back."

"I'm back." Yan Xu smiled and nodded.

The plane arrived in the afternoon, which coincidentally avoided the rush hour.

It was only an hour and a half after the car drove into the high-end neighborhood.

The family of three walked into the house talking and laughing.

"Qingyuan, go take a bath first, don't go to bed later, go to bed after dinner, it will help you get rid of jet lag." Tian Ya babbled after Yan Xu.

Yuan Ming, who was pouring water to quench his thirst in the living room, couldn't help but smiled and shook his head when he heard it, his eyes had a hint of relief.

"Understood, Mom." Yan Xu nodded helplessly, watched Tian Ya walk out of the room, then put down her luggage and looked at the room carefully.

The room is very tidy. When you enter the door, there is a large wardrobe made of the wall on the left.There is a double bed three or four steps away from the closet, and the quilt cover is a dolphin swimming in the dark blue ocean.Not far from the bed is a row of windows, and the curtains embroidered with waves are being tied on both sides of the windows, and the approaching evening sun shines on the reddish-brown wooden floor with a hint of afternoon heat.There was a white desk with a blue cabinet next to the bed. At this time, there was nothing on the desk except a set of peach desktop computers and a photo frame.

Yan Xu glanced at the dolphin lying on the quilt, and couldn't help but smile.He raised his hand to pick up the photo frame on the desk. The photo on it, no accident, was a family portrait of Yuan Qingyuan and his family of three.

He glanced down at a row of cabinets at the lower right corner of the desk, and bent down to open them.There are some stationery and blank exercise books on the first floor, and written notebooks are placed on the second volume.Yan Xu couldn't help but reached out and took out the stack of notebooks, five in total, all of the same shape and size.A simple black hard case, about half the size of an A4 paper, and no thicker than the width of a fingernail.

Yan Xu sighed in his heart, and he really became attached to the notebook recently.

He flipped through it at random, and there were some reading notes and thoughts.

Suddenly, Yan Xu's heart skipped a beat, he bent down and reached out to check the cabinet again, but there was nothing there.After thinking about it, he touched the top of the cabinet with his palm facing up, and sure enough, there was a cuboid object stuck there.

Yan Xu worked hard, and with the sound of tape being torn off from the cabinet, he got a notebook that was the same as the five notebooks just now, except that the cover was striped with wood.

Turn over the first page, there are two words written on it: diary.

Just when Yan Xu was about to flip through the content, Tian Ya's urging came from outside the door: "Qingyuan, the bath water is ready for you, hurry up."

"Here we come." Yan Xu had no choice but to give up temporarily, subconsciously, he hid the notebook under the pillow, then took a change of clothes from the suitcase and walked out the door.

Warm water flowed from the shower, flowed down the top of Yan Xu's head with a splash, passed over his body that was full of masculinity and vitality, merged with the water in the bathtub, and finally disappeared into the drain.

Until this moment, Yan Xu still felt that the dream was quite real.

Yes, dreamland.

Before going to bed, he helped his roommate fix the bugs in the program, sorted out the content needed for tutoring the next morning, and then he went to bed.No, he did one more thing.

He flipped through a notebook.

The notebook is only as thick as a finger, about the size of an adult man's palm. The cover is a gray cotton-linen hard shell with no words on it, probably because the cover is too textured to write on it.Except that the cotton and linen shell in the lower right corner is a little worn out, revealing some white thread ends, some of which are miscellaneously supported, and most of them are still tightly arranged in a string and tightly stretched on the inner gray-white cardboard. Can't tell the age.

This was given to me by my octogenarian grandfather when I returned to my hometown on National Day last week.Said it was a book with a strong family connection, but as for what was written, my grandfather just smiled and said nothing, letting him go back and ponder it slowly.

Yan Xu also thought it was family precepts, the way of being a person, etc., like some people who have achieved good achievements in a certain field would be keen to record their own stories when they were approaching middle age, and some life philosophies, as well as This is a warning to future generations.

Unexpectedly, the content inside really surprised him.

The first page of the book is the usual kind of special blank space, and there are two words written on it: seeking the way.

It looks like it is written with a calligraphy brush, and Yan Xu doesn't know what font it is, but he just thinks it is quite chic and unrestrained.In fact, when he saw these two characters, he still felt in his heart that this book written by this ancestor was mysterious and mysterious, not something like chasing immortals or immortal medicines.

For a second, he also thought of Qidianliu novels, mysterious family books, which recorded some cultivation techniques, only those with this bloodline can see and practice them.Then he is extremely talented, after learning the kung fu, he upgrades like a rocket to the sky, becomes a big winner in life in minutes, marries a rich and handsome man, is proud of the world, ah no, it is the society.

It was later confirmed that he was actually a broken figure.

In that book, there was nothing at the back.Only the first few pages were filled with words, still in print.It narrates a story of Xiaopin and Dazihong who know each other and fall in love with each other.

Yan Xu saw it, and immediately uttered a classic national curse.

Areyoukiddingme (Are you kidding me?)

Isn't this a book handed down from the ancestors?Was there a network match in that era?I don't read much, so don't lie to me.The important thing is, it's still a BL novel, do you know what BL is?I have already mentioned the classification of Lujiang, non-romantic novels and pure love novels.

Seeing such a story at the time, Yan Xu was devastated.He didn't quite believe his eyes, so he turned it over several times to no avail, so he went to wake up the sleeping roommate next door.After waking up, he put on his glasses and carefully recognized it several times, and then he looked annoyed: "Master, Uncle, Uncle Yan. It's okay if I'm wrong, I will definitely think about bugs in the future, and I won't depend on you for a living anymore, okay?"

Yan Xu slapped him with a serious face.

The poor roommate cried: "There is no word on it, sir, please let me sleep, I've missed my thesis for three days!"

"Nothing? Look carefully."

"There's really nothing. I can even see the fibers on it clearly. I'm nearsighted, but I'm not blind."

Yan Xu was dubious, but this person either had extraordinary acting skills, or he really didn't see anything.However, given that this person usually stutters when he tells a lie, Yan Xu still believed it.

He smiled and pulled the quilt for his roommate: "Next time, you will fix bugs for free."

"Really?" The roommate stared.

"Forget it if you don't believe me." Yan Xu got up and left.

"I believe it, I believe it. Uncle Yan, you can wake me up whenever you like, and you can read whatever blank paper you want me to read. There is no difference."

Yan Xu led the roommate to the door, returned to the room and continued to stare at the book.

He thought over every word and every word before and after the story. It wasn't some acrostic poem. He skipped and read the words vertically.This is still a non-romance network with a small sweet essay, not to mention, the writing is not bad.

Then, thinking about it, I couldn't explain why it was said that such a thing was recorded in the family book, and I was thinking about calling my grandfather tomorrow morning.Yan Xu hugged the depression that he couldn't understand, and went to sleep.

When he woke up, he found that he was sitting on the plane.

It was still an international flight from country A to China, and a radio drama was playing on the Taozi tablet whose screen was not yet dark in his hand, and a character dialogue came from the earphones.

"Hey, what happened here?" The magnetic male voice was very puzzled.

The voice continued: "Could it be..." The end of the sentence rose, but the audio stopped abruptly. Looking down, the half-hour-long audio just ended at this time.

'I thank you sir. Yan Xuxu focused his eyes and turned off the audio with force.I glanced at the tablet with a black screen, and found a strange face reflected on it.Compared with his original handsome appearance with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, the outline of this face is much softer, and the eyes have become double eyelids, which can be said to be handsome.With short Japanese and Korean style hair and a few annoying bangs on the forehead, he looks like he is only in his early twenties, a handsome little fresh meat.

Then, he found the original owner's backpack from under the front seat.I rummaged through it and found a passport.

The name of the original owner is written on it: Yuan Qingyuan.

The ID photo next to it is quite young, with a melon-seeded face with baby fat. Sure enough, a ID photo taken by a good-looking person is like taking an art photo and adding post-processing.

The passport photo was taken like Yan Xu of the underworld, and his heart ached, and he felt sorry for himself.However, he still likes his original face.

Yan Xu repeated the original owner's name several times, only to feel a little familiar.

After struggling for a while, I realized that this is the name of the rice grains after Yuan Bai Yueguang who was cannon fodder in the online article I read last night before going to bed.

So, did I sleep and transmigrated into the text?

In other words, thinking day by day and dreaming at night may be just a dream now.Yan Xu subconsciously ignored that he had never been to country A, so he would never have taken an international flight from country A back to China.

Sighing, Yan Xu went back to sleep with the mentality of being at ease when it came, and the screen on the plane showed that there were still seven hours to go to China.

God knows that he tossed and tossed until the early morning because of that inexplicable story last night, and when he finally fell asleep, he dreamed that he was dressed as cannon fodder in a book.

Before falling asleep, Yan Xu was still thinking in a daze that if he really turned into Yuan Qingyuan, where would the original Yuan Qingyuan go?

He soon knew the answer.

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