Back to the Republic of China to open a department store

When Luo Xiazhi woke up, what came into view was a luxurious gothic bed top, and the afternoon sunlight shone through the glass windows onto his bloodless face.There is still a faint smell of medicine in the air.

He wanted to speak, but his throat was extremely dry, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt that his lungs were bursting with pain.In the next second, his heart seemed to burst from his throat, and the tears he coughed involuntarily flowed out.

"The young master is awake! The young master is awake!"

The door was opened, and a young man with short hair rushed in. Seeing his distressed appearance, he smiled in surprise, and then ran out like flying, and he didn't know who he was notifying.

Luo Xiazhi clutched his chest and fell back heavily on the bed. When he raised his arm, there was another burst of pain.The pain made him finally confirm a reality - the one just now was not a "dream", he was indeed reborn!

He, Luo Xiazhi, a fresh graduate of a certain university in Shanghai who is nothing more than ordinary in the 21st century, was "reborn" and returned to the old Shanghai of the Republic of China a hundred years ago.

Luo Xiazhi closed his eyes, recalling the boy he met in the "dream" just now, who was only eighteen or nineteen years old.

Shy, gentle, with elegant demeanor, he speaks standard Wu Nong soft language, like a rich young master from a period drama with a good family background.

But it is true, if what "he" said in the dream just now is true, then the body that Luo Xiazhi has now is the "Golden Jade Body" of the third young master of the Shanghai Bund Luo Group.

The "original" Rorschach is an ordinary Shanghai native.

The reason why he was reborn into the current "Rorschach" is simply too funny-during the summer vacation, he was dragged by his mother to the reopened old department store to grab the lucky bag for opening, unfortunately encountered a stampede, and then "Dream Back to a hundred years ago."

I really don't know if it was a coincidence, or a destiny in the dark, that his reborn body has the same name and surname as himself.

Luo Xiazhi had also read some books about local celebrities in Shanghai in his "last life". The firm that the Luo family opened in Shanghai in the early years could be regarded as having some reputation, but he didn't remember anything about the third young master of the Luo family. "Great achievements".

Just as he was in a daze, the boy who rushed out just now came back again, and a man who looked like a doctor in a white coat and a white medicine box came in together.

The doctor was very agile, and he didn't say much when he came in. He checked Rorschach up and down, and it was only at this time that he realized that not only was his right arm broken, A plaster cast, and the head seems to be broken, with layers of gauze wrapped around the head.

"How much is this?"

The doctor stretched out five fingers in front of him, and he answered obediently.

"What's your name, do you remember?"

"Rorschach."

"What about him?"

The doctor pointed to the little boy who was looking at him eagerly. The boy looked average, but his eyes were very lively and full of joy.

"Can not remember……"

Rorschach is telling the truth.

"Master...you don't remember me? I'm your personal servant, Ale!"

The boy's face suddenly turned down, and his big eyes were suddenly wet, like a wounded animal, "Master, we grew up together since we were young."

Luo Xiazhi rubbed his head, and looked at the doctor for help in embarrassment.

"There's no way, the patient hurt his head after all..."

The doctor shook his head, expressing that he was helpless.

"However, your internal organs were not seriously injured, except for your head, that is, the fracture of your right forearm. The only injury you suffered from falling from such a high place, and you recovered so quickly, is considered a blessing. Fate."

The doctor took out his stethoscope and listened to him for a while, then touched his chest, belly and chest, and said after confirming that there was no serious problem.

That's right, falling from the balcony on the fourth floor and only breaking an arm, plus knocking on the head, is nothing short of a miracle.

Luo Xiazhi lowered his head and sneered.

What "miracle"?

If it wasn't for his "rebirth", this body would already be a cold corpse, so what about "good fortune and great fate"?

"When you are almost recovered, you still have to come to the hospital for a detailed review."

The doctor got up and left after saying a bunch of instructions and warnings.

Luo Xiazhi happened to be extremely tired too, and after ordering Ale to send the doctor away, he fell asleep again and continued to dream the "dream" he had half dreamed when he came.

"I'm leaving, and the Luo family will be handed over to you."

"If possible, I would also like to be reincarnated in your world. A world where there is no bullying by foreign powers, where everyone has a book to read and everyone has a job."

"Please live on for me."

In the dream, the gentle boy said with a smile, then turned and walked into a fog.

"correct."

Before stepping into the void gate, the young man suddenly thought of something, turned around with a wry smile and said, "In the Luo family, don't trust anyone."

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Maybe it was because the body was too tired, or the injection prescribed by the doctor had an effect, so Luo Xiazhi slept until the next morning and didn't wake up.

The boy named Ale stood by the bed early in the morning and asked him if he wanted to go downstairs to have breakfast with everyone today, or let him bring the plate and finish breakfast in bed.

Luo Xiazhi leaned on the soft cushion, first touched his head which was wrapped in layers with his left hand, and then looked down at his right arm which was hung by bandages.

Thinking that stretching the head is a knife, shrinking the head is still a knife, and decided to go down and face the facts as soon as possible.

Under A Le's service, Luo Xiazhi changed into a suit with difficulty, and then went downstairs to have breakfast.

When brushing his teeth in front of the mirror, Luo Xiazhi was very thankful that he was reborn in Shanghai of the last century, and that he belonged to the Luo family with a rather western style of life.This keeps him from being completely overwhelmed.

When dressing in the mirror, Luo Xiazhi looked at his current body very carefully.

This young man who is said to be young this year has grown like a wicker in spring.At present, he is about 1.7 meters tall, slightly shorter than his original body, but still small, maybe he can grow longer.

The boy was really good-looking, with delicate eyes, straight nose, and full lips.It's just that the eyebrows are a little thinner and curved, which is a bit feminine.Because I don't exercise much, I'm afraid I don't see much sunlight on weekdays because of studying, so I can't help but look a little thin, what the Shanghainese call a "white chicken" figure.

Luo Xiazhi looked at the empty wrist under his sleeve, and decided that after the injury healed, he must eat well and exercise.

At least not shorter than his "previous life"!

He remembered Xiao Xia's gentle and wet voice in the "dream", and looked at his somewhat sharp eyes in the mirror, and secretly yelled that he was not good.

He is a modern person, which makes him look at people unconsciously and unscrupulously. He does not have the gentle, courteous and frugal manner of the third young master of the Luo family.

Luo Xiazhi pulled a few strands of hair that had been combed back and scattered it on his forehead, more or less blocking his eyes.While thinking that we must pay attention to this point in the future, it is best to have some way to cover it up.

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There is an unwritten rule in the Luo family, that is, the whole family has to eat together every morning.

Because during dinner, Master Luo and the young master of the Luo family had endless entertainment and dinners to attend, so breakfast was the only time their family could get together in a day.

Mr. Luo Zhenhua, that is, the father of this body, although his lifestyle and behavior are fashionable and foreign, he still has the style of a Chinese patriarch in his bones, and he likes to see the whole family neatly together, even if it is just eating together A breakfast is also good.

For his two sons, who were already going to work and school, this habit was nothing, but a few wives who had to sleep for beauty.

He heard Ale say a lot, the ladies get up early in the morning to make up and comb their hair, competing for beauty.When the master and the young master are all out of the house, they immediately go back to take off their makeup and go back to sleep, and sleep until before lunch.

Every day is like this, never tired of it.

"Don't talk about people behind their backs."

Seeing Ah Le beaming, looking heartless, although Luo Xiazhi also liked to listen to these gossips, he still kept in mind "Xiao Xia"'s advice and interrupted him.

He stopped at the corner of the stairs, watching the morning sun shine through the colorful glass mosaic and projected on the pear wood floor, shining brilliantly.

Luo Xiazhi raised his head, took a deep breath, and then resolutely walked downstairs to the hall.

After taking this step, from now on, he will live as the third son of the Luo family a hundred years ago!

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