HP for world peace

In the seemingly endless dreams, there were all kinds of people, men and women, and I couldn't see their faces clearly. The oppression in the dark dream made me lose the desire to spy on their true faces.I can't remember who they were or how they were related to me, neither their faces nor their names.It's like watching a movie.It’s just that in the dream a woman with long black hair said to me repeatedly: If someone loves you like me, please accept him... Live on, and use the rest of your life to remember that I love you...

It's strange that I actually have the feeling of moisture in the corner of my eye.Is it because she spoke too provocatively?What kind of hard-working family ethics drama in the golden eight o'clock file can have such an effect.This girl is talented and she performed really well. This movie must have won more than one award at the film festival... Why do I feel that I am not as forceful as usual in complaining.

Ah?Do I usually like to complain?How can I vaguely remember that I am a gentle and educated young man, whose style of being a gentleman has never been surpassed.It seems that I usually like to wear white shirts, no, it looks like a white Confucian shirt... Sure enough, dreams are strange things...

Hasn't Lao Tzu stopped dreaming since he became a human being? ← Why does it pop out of my head.When did I become so beastly that I can't even be considered a human being?

Amid all the entanglements, I heard a man outside the dream shouting in my ear, "Wake up, Vikram."

I opened my eyes suddenly, and the bright sunlight without eyelid protection almost blinded my eyes.After a while, I opened my eyes again and found myself lying on the bed in my pajamas... Speaking of which, the dream I just had was really depressing like never before.

Climbing out of bed, my body is very familiar with this room. While I was yawning, I had already stepped on the cold floor with bare feet and walked into the bathroom spontaneously.In fact, Mrs. Jiang, I had a dream that was similar to being crossed by ghosts in the group early in the morning, and then I saw my tender face at most 15 years old in the mirror of my bathroom, and I stared in the mirror. Ten thousand alpacas galloped and roared past in my heart: return my youth! ! !

I couldn't help but began to wonder whether I had time-traveled or been reborn again, what happened to a hard-working junior high school student, I was obviously a college student under the formal education of the state.

I think I must have worn it.

Because in my poor brain I searched for a piece of information: Jiang Qi was executed on X, X, 200X.

Sure enough, I wore it, and now everything is easy to explain, no wonder my mind is buzzing like a split personality.This is worse than amnesia!

Sorting out my memory, I am Jiang Qi, a college student in Tianchao, with a great ambition - to become the father of the teaching world.

But with such an ambition, I feel bitter when I think about it now, how could I twist my way to a dead end where I would be shot by my uncle of the People's Liberation Army.I have the Medal of Honor for being a good citizen of London. ← As a Chinese person who has never been to the UK, I suddenly felt a lot of pressure.This kind of memory and consciousness confusion makes me have the urge to kill people!Eighteen kinds of martial arts are invincible in Shaolin! ←Where did this thing come from? Am I not an educated young scholar?

... I may have to struggle with my split personality for a long time.

In the next few days, I squatted in an ordinary apartment in a small city in the south of the sky, living the life of a rebellious junior high school student without father or mother.Although I found my XX middle school student ID card in the desk drawer, I didn't step into the school because of my inexplicable sense of rejection of going to school.

Every day I am thinking about the identities of the three names in my mind, Jiang Qi, Vikram, and Lu Ya. Vikram may be my English name, but what about Lu Ya's name that is absolutely from time travel?

Facing my own schizophrenic symptoms, I cried so much that my face was covered in blood!

After the bloody face and the roaring alpaca occupied the Mahler Gobi in my heart, I had forgotten about going to school and finally decided to go to the street after a few days of living in a small house.Squatting in the room and eating instant noodles can't stand it.

The streets were strange, and the scorching summer air made me feel strange.At the first intersection after turning left and crossing a garden, I saw a barbecue shop in the distance.No, you can't eat meat, you will torture yourself to death. ←Why is meat prohibited in my recipes for purely carnivorous creatures?

No one can stop me from eating meat.Those who stand in my way die!

... I was so imposing that I was about to cross the street and rush towards the barbecue, but I was stopped by a man who was so tall that I was currently squatting at an altitude of 160.

Those who stand in my way are dead... Facing the complex and indistinguishable red eyes of foreign men, the desire to eat meat is actually suppressed.My intuition tells me that this black-haired, red-eyed foreigner who looks far above average is going to make me trouble, big trouble.I don't know whether it belongs to Vikram or Luya's crisis-sensing nerves, but it didn't make me run away.In fact, I think this tall, cold, handsome, domineering man is not a good person at first glance... The strong man gave me a subtle sense of familiarity.

So, who the hell is he?

Forget it, I have more important things to do than this.Brother, let’s talk it over, don’t stop me, let the person who has been gnawing on the instant noodles for several days go over, there is nothing wrong with barbecue!You can't cut off the wonderful future of barbecue like this, their happiest ending is in my stomach!

In the summer of 2011, on the fourth day after "traversing", Jiang was stopped by a foreigner who called himself Voldemort as a robber in a small southern town. , he silently said in his heart through the vicissitudes of life: I want to eat meat.

From then on, Voldemort, a tall, glamorous, handsome and domineering man who disregarded the criminal law of the Chinese Empire and was not a good man at first sight, often let Jiang, who had various cups, "eat" meat.

In another year, the 16-year-old Jiang who was successfully abducted to the UK by Voldemort, a brazen bandit, woke up from a hangover one day and found himself naked and hugged by V.What was even more frightening was that there was a marriage certificate signed by him on the bedside table brightly... The object was the strong man V beside him.

At that time, Jiang's heart was full of grass and mud horses roaring: Isn't I a physique of not getting drunk after a thousand cups? !Why are you drunk! ! !Nima, having sex after drinking is nothing, why Laozi signed such a thing! ! !

The handsome man who was as charming as a human-shaped aphrodisiac opened his eyes, hugged the boy who was stiff by the bed, hugged him well, and continued to sleep contentedly.

"Sleep your sister and kneel the durian for me!"

"Vik, knowing that you won't agree no matter how many times I propose, I might as well just tie you by my side. Look, you'll be mine from now on." Voldemort smiled triumphantly.