I emo after dressing as a villain

When Zhang Junyan woke up again, he was already in the hospital. He stared blankly at the surrounding modern facilities, and suddenly felt like Zhuang Zhou was dreaming of a butterfly.

He was in a lost state until his father walked in.

"dad……"

After not seeing him for a long time, Zhang Junyan felt a little sad when he saw his father. He looked at the white hair on his father's head and felt sad, "How is your health?"

"I'm still the same, but it's you..." Father Zhang looked at his son with red eyes, his voice choked up, "You brat, you still know how to wake up!"

Zhang Junyan stretched out his arms to hug his father apologetically, "I'm sorry...for making you worry."

After he woke up, there was nothing serious about his body, and the doctor suggested that he could be discharged from the hospital.

When he got home, Zhang Junyan put his things away. When he saw a novel next to the bed, he panicked and raised his hand to read it, but he dared not do it.

"Why are you in a daze, come out to eat."

Father Zhang watched Zhang Junyan staring at a book in a daze and sighed. Ever since Zhang Junyan woke up, he always stared at one place in a daze for no reason. I thought it was a broken relationship, but I called his friends and asked, but no one knew a person named Tongtong.

The dinner table was full of Zhang Junyan’s favorite dishes, but he didn’t have an appetite, so the father and son chatted for a while. When it came to returning to China, Zhang Junyan asked, “There was no casualty in this plane accident, right?” ?”

Father Zhang looked at him strangely, "An accident happened to the plane?"

Zhang Junyan thought his father didn't understand, "Well, it's just my flight back to China."

Father Zhang shook his head, "There was no accident on the plane, it was you who suddenly had difficulty breathing and passed out on the plane."

Zhang Junyan was stunned for a moment. He clearly remembered that the plane had an accident. Maybe he had made a mistake, but he didn't show it on his face, "Oh, so, maybe I remembered it wrong. How long have I been unconscious?"

"About seven days."

"Seven days..." Zhang Junyan's expression suddenly dawned on him. Could it be Zhuang Zhou's dream butterfly...

"What's wrong? Is it uncomfortable?"

Zhang Junyan shook his head. He looked at the rice in the bowl with red eyes, and said in a sad tone, "No, I just had a dream, a long, long dream."

Zhang's father naturally heard it too. He put down his chopsticks, raised his hand and patted Zhang Junyan's shoulder, and said with a smile, "After sleeping for seven days, can the dream not last long? Don't think about it, eat well."

As night fell, this was the most difficult time for Zhang Junyan. Looking at the sleeping pills on the bedside table, he got up irritably, picked up the cigarette on the table, and smoked.

The smell of tobacco made him feel better. Zhang Junyan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in his pajamas, habitually looking up at the moon in the night sky. on the ground.

The dream disappeared, and everything returned to reality. He felt like a knife was slashing open his flesh, gouging out his heart and piercing his bones.

"Tongtong..."

His voice was choked, his lips trembled, and suppressed cries came from the room, and the whole night seemed to be filled with sorrow.

The next day, Zhang Junyan called his friend as soon as he woke up, "I remember you know a master who is very good at drawing meticulous figures, right? You introduce him to me, and I want to ask him to draw a painting."

The ability of the painter is indeed very strong, worthy of being at the national level. According to Zhang Junyan's description, he revised the draft again and again to paint every small detail vividly, but Zhang Junyan didn't let him paint the facial features. He felt that there was no pen and ink in this world that could draw Zhuang Tongtong's strength of character.

This painting is like the driving force for Zhang Junyan to live, and it is also like a carving knife, reminding him every day that everything can't go back, the people in the dream are like the moon in the water, and the flowers in the mirror, there will never be any intersection again.

With the passage of time, Zhang Junyan found that time seemed to stand still, and he seemed to remain 27 years old forever. This discovery made him feel a little horrified, and he suddenly remembered the medicine Ruan Yuer gave him, which brought him back to life and made him immortal.

Could it be that the function of the magic medicine has also been brought back...

Zhang's father also noticed his son's physical abnormality, but he didn't say much, and bought a lot of health care products and put them in a conspicuous place. He drank with old friends, and when someone mentioned that Zhang Junyan hadn't changed for so many years, he said, It all depends on the pile of health care products and expensive foreign beauty technology.

There was an endless stream of matchmakers for Zhang Junyan. He was young, handsome and wealthy, so he naturally had the capital, but he was like an old monk who had entered meditation in the words of his friends, and seemed to be unable to stir up any sparks other than life and death.

Later, Zhang's father passed away, and at the age of 27, Zhang Junyan still looked the same as when he was [-] years old. It seemed that the years had forgotten him. painting on the body.

Zhang Junyan went to the Shaolin Temple. He remembered that in that dream, when he was hunted down once, he fled into the Shaolin Temple. An abbot rescued him and told him when he left that if he had any confusion in the future, he could find him.

Even if it wasn’t a holiday, Shaolin Temple was still very lively. Zhang Junyan walked aimlessly, and he didn’t join in the lively places. Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people around him. Seeing an old monk enjoying the shade under a tree, he made a strange appearance. Go forward and sit on the side.

The old monk looked at him and smiled, and took off a string of beads from his hand and handed it over.

Zhang Junyan didn't understand, so, "Give it to me?"

The old monk nodded, "I thought that this prayer bead has been with the donor for decades, so this prayer bead will naturally be given to the predestined person."

Zhang Junyan clasped his hands together, knowing that the beads were precious, he hurriedly thanked them, and when he raised his eyes, the old monk had disappeared, only a string of beads was on the seat where he had just sat.

He said that he met an old fairy?

The moment Zhang Junyan picked up the Buddhist beads, he felt the world shaking. He hurriedly supported the tree trunk beside him to prevent himself from falling, but within five seconds, the vibration disappeared.

He took a long breath, fearing that there would be an earthquake later, he picked up the prayer beads and prepared to go to an open place, but as he walked, he felt something was wrong, why was there no one there, and...

Has Shaolin Temple changed?

Could it be that he went in the wrong direction, this is the ancient Shaolin protected area?

When I was wondering, a long-lost voice suddenly sounded in my mind.

Xiao Li: "Master Host, welcome back."

Zhang Junyan was both surprised and happy, and felt goosebumps all over his body, "What's going on?"

Xiao Li [Because of the previous failure to delete the memory of the male supporting role, which caused the male supporting role to become the number one demon king in Kyushu, the time-space administrator summoned the host back to complete the task. 】

Hearing this, Zhang Junyan was startled, "What! Tongtong has become a demon?! And he didn't delete his memory at the beginning!"

Xiao Li: "I'm sorry, the system tried to delete the memory, but unfortunately it failed every time, and it also caused the male supporting role to step on the road of the devil king step by step."

After Zhang Junyan calmed down, his face was serious, "If you want me to kill him, don't even think about it."

Xiaoli: "No, the mission of the host is to attack him."

Zhang Junyan almost laughed when he heard this, but he still had a serious face on his face, "Do you think I am a Tathagata Buddha? Just a few words can influence you."

He thought of the parting after the previous task was completed, "And after the task is completed, send me away again, you are playing me for a fool."

Xiaoli [This task is successful, the host can choose to stay or stay, the task is issued successfully, please work hard on the host. 】

When Zhang Junyan heard that the blood in his chest seemed to be rushing together, he felt as if it was about to rush out of his chest, tears almost fell down, and his whole body became alive.

and many more……

Zhang Junyan looked at the place where there was no store in front and no village behind, and he said speechlessly, "Can't you put me where there are people!"

The answer was still insects and birds. He sighed, looked at the prayer beads in his hand, and looked at his sportswear and sneakers, "Tsk, I don't know if I will be regarded as a different kind..."

But this time, even though he walked in the forest for a long time, he didn't feel tired. There was an unstoppable smile on the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, he heard the sound of beating and killing in the distance, and vaguely heard the words "Killing the Devil!"

Zhang Junyan was overjoyed, and found a way to sneak into the crowd, and follow them to find Zhuang Tongtong. Thinking so, he quickly ran towards the direction of the sound.

Suddenly he found a person standing there in the distance, tall and tall, with black hair and a golden crown, and a dark blue robe. Although he could only see his side face, he looked like a heartless and desireless fairy in the nine heavens.

The man seemed to be aware of it, and looked at him sideways. For a while, the two of them stood there, the sun was shining, and Zhang Junyan felt that all the beauty of the world seemed to melt into his eyebrows and eyes.

Since the last parting was too long for the two of them, the world has passed like a dream, even if the two are standing face to face now, they still feel as if they are separated by a thick and distant veil.

The surroundings are quiet, with the rustling sound of the wind blowing, and shaded by greenery.

"Zhang Junyan..." Zhuang Tongtong stared at him stubbornly, his clothes fluttered, showing a little loneliness for no reason.

Zhang Junyan looked deeply at Zhuang Tongtong, his eyes were narrow and long, and there was tenderness from the bottom of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth were gentle with a smile, "Well, I'm back."

"Are you still going?"

"Don't go, no one can stop us in this life."