The first scumbag in heaven

He Honglin sat on the ivory couch with a dazed expression.

He crossed over after just sleeping.

He could tell that the bed he was sitting on was made of ivory, and when he opened his eyes and saw real ivory, he was so frightened that he wanted to pull it out.When he sat up from the bed, he was startled by the antiques in front of him.

This must be a dream, it must be a dream caused by the onset of my occupational disease.He Honglin pinched himself desperately.

The pain is very painful, but the room full of antiques in front of me is still there.He Honglin collapsed and hugged his head and collapsed on the bed.Still can't believe it.

The ivory bed, light gauze curtains, fish-tooth silk quilt, and pillows are no different from the ones he usually sleeps on.However, he lay on it and felt it. It was the kind of down pillow that he couldn't afford, let alone the famous scene of Suzhou embroidery embroidered with gold and silver thread.

Which dynasty did he travel to? This pillow is obviously a modern handicraft.

He got up with the pillow in his arms, brushed the long hair scattered in front of him behind him, rested his chin on the pillow, thinking about what to do next?Whether to sit all the time, or to walk around.There was still a glimmer of hope deep in his heart that this was just a prank.

Gently stroking the pattern on the pillow, He Honglin wavered in his heart, and finally decided to take a look around.

Put down the pillow, put on your boots, take a robe from the mica screen and put it on.He Honglin touched the Su-style embroidery patterns on the cuffs, and confirmed that the material was undoubtedly handmade. He also touched the material of the outer robe, which should be Shu brocade with one tael of gold and one brocade brocade.

Putting on the outer robe and bypassing the mica screen, even though he was mentally prepared, He Honglin was still on the spot.

Did I travel through time or come to the museum.As an intern commentator of the Forbidden City, He Honglin feels like returning to the Forbidden City.

Even if he is not a researcher in this field, he feels dizzy.

Dozens of blue and white porcelain vases, judging from the handwriting on the bed, should be genuine.And azure glaze, his favorite color.The paintings and calligraphy he mainly studied were hung on the free walls. He Honglin, who loves this art deeply, immediately let go of the idea of ​​walking around and concentrated on studying calligraphy and painting.

The running script is vigorous and vigorous, which is the style of the face, but He Honglin always feels that there is something strange, a feeling that cannot be explained clearly.The more I look at it, the more I feel that there is a feeling of reorganization of the three views.He Honglin covered his eyes, thinking about the face, and thinking about the running script that was suspected to be the face, the more he thought about it, the more awkward he became.

"What are you doing?" He Honglin supported the pillar, and looked again with a daze.I still feel that something is wrong.Before He Honglin could study it further, there was a knock on the door.

He Honglin thought for a while and said, "Come in."

The door was pushed open, and two men and women dressed in white and red trim saluted He Honglin first, and said in their mouths: "I have met the Patriarch."

"Who are you?" Countless thoughts turned in He Honglin's mind, but he finally chose to deal with the truth.Once it is dismantled, the end will be miserable.

"Family, Patriarch?" The two looked as if they had seen a ghost.

"Who are you?" After thinking about it, he added, "Who am I?"

The faces of the two of them turned pale.In the end, the woman among the two came back to her senses first, and said to her companion, "Cheng Gu, go and inform the young master."

"Okay." He Chenggu left like sleepwalking.

"Girl, can you let me?" Although the door is big, it is not very convenient for a girl to stand in front of it.

The woman repeated: "Girl, mother."

Only girls, not girls.He Honglin corrected her in his heart.

"Patriarch, I am He Yin, your cousin's granddaughter." Being called a girl kindly by the always serious cousin uncle is something that would never happen in a dream.

He Honglin said innocently: "I can't remember anything."

He Yin shook her body, and forced herself to step back to support the pillar.Uncle Tang has been taken away, otherwise what is going on with this innocent tone and expression?

He glanced at his granddaughter who was frightened by him.He Honglin stepped out of the room, and the sight that greeted him made his eyes brighten.

Small bridges and flowing water, emerald trees, fragrant flowers and plants, and koi in the pond are leisurely.He Honglin walked to the pool in a few steps, squatted down and put his long clothes behind him, stretched into the pool, causing ripples.

The water in the pool was icy cold, which made He Honglin's fingers ache.He stopped and looked at the reflection in the pool.The young man in the pool was no more than twenty in appearance, with bright eyes and sparse eyebrows with a cold color, and his thin lips were unreasonably cold when he pursed them.He Honglin tried to laugh, um, she has a beautiful face as bright as a star.He Honglin praised himself in his heart.

"Father, Father." A trembling voice came from behind.

He Honglin turned his head and looked at the boy who was blinking at him.

Is this body a father at such a young age?its not right.He Honglin turned his head to take another look at the appearance in the pool.

It is indeed a bit similar.But no matter how well maintained this body is, it is definitely not 30 years old, so how can there be such a big child.

He Honglin stood up and said to the boy, "Are you my son?"

"Yes, father."

He Honglin asked him gently: "Then how old are you this year?"

"Ten, 17 years old." The boy's voice was trembling.

Am I that scary?Or is the original owner a horrible person?It must be the original owner. I am the successor of socialism, the commentator of the Forbidden City, and the tourists who visit the Forbidden City are not frightened by me!

"Then how old am I?" The original owner seems to be very good at maintenance, in his 40s he looks less than 20 years old.

"Father is 34 years old this year."

"34?" He Honglin felt that after the problem with his eyes, he also had problems with his ears.

The teenager added: "130 four years old."

He Honglin gasped and took a step back, forgetting that there was a pond behind him.

"Father."

"Homeowner."

Two voices and four arms firmly supported He Honglin, preventing him from falling into the pond.

"You?" It was He Honglin who was shaking this time.

Just now they were standing five steps away from themselves, three meters away, and they could support themselves in a second, which is unscientific.

The boy asked him with concern, "Father, are you okay?" He held him firmly with both hands.

"It's okay." He Honglin let them support her like an old lady and walked back into the house.

"Father, why are you shaking?" The boy helped him sit down on the couch.

"fine."

"A Yin, go get your father's sword."

"Yes, my lord."

Take the sword, what are you doing with the sword?He Honglin was at a loss.

"Patriarch." He Yin knelt down and offered the sword in her hand to He Honglin.

He Honglin hurriedly dodged.Puzzled: "What is this for?"

The boy's tone suddenly became tough, and he said: "Please draw this sword out of its sheath."

"What do you do with the sword?" Even though he said so, he still picked up the sword, pulled it out of the sheath easily, and looked around.This sword is very good.

"Little Lord?"

"Chengyou once said that his father's personality was very different when he was young than he is now." At that time, his eldest brother, my biological father, was still alive, and my father should have been a carefree teenager at that time.

"It's so different." He Yin looked at the Patriarch who was playing with Tianwen Sword.

"What's the name of this sword?" He Honglin put the sword back into its sheath, touching the scabbard with interest.

The young man replied: "Heaven asks." He ordered He Yin to prepare tea.

"Who asked that day?" Isn't it what he thought?

"Youyou Jiutian, what to ask." This is the meaning of the word his father explained to him at that time. Although it is not smooth, it is likely that his father made it himself.

Fortunately, it wasn't Qin Shi's Tianwen.He Honglin breathed a sigh of relief.

"I have seen the Patriarch and the Young Master."

"I have seen the Patriarch and the Young Master."

He Chenggu brought elder He You to meet him.

The young man said: "Yes. Brother You, why don't you come and see what happened to father? Cheng Gu, go and open the formation in the courtyard and pass down an order that no one can approach it."

"Yes." He Chenggu took the order and left.

Habitually looking at his father, he found that his father was playing with the tea set curiously.

"Patriarch's pulse is fine, but young master please take a look." He You rolled up the sleeve of He Honglin's left hand.From the wrist one inch up, densely packed text covered half of the arm.

"This is?"

"It can only be seen that it is about the seal, and the rest is old and incompetent, so I can't see what's going on for the time being?" He You stroked his snow-white beard, confused.

"Brother You is already the top doctor in my He family, if you can't help it, who else is there?" The two looked at each other, thinking of someone.

"I'm fine now, come on, drink tea." He Honglin was quite optimistic, pouring tea for them with a smile.

The young man said in a resentful tone: "What's wrong? Father has forgotten about his son now."

"Then get to know each other again. Hello, I'm He Honglin." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

It overlapped with the past in an instant, when he was just walking when he was a child, his own father took his father's hand and said to him: Feng'er, this is your uncle.

The father knelt down, stretched out his hand to himself, and said, "Hi, I'm He Honglin. It's your uncle."

"Hello, my name is He Chengfeng." He imitated his father's words.

"Hello, my name is He Chengfeng." He held his father's hand.

"I feel like I went back to the first time I met my father, and that's what my father told me at that time."

"Really?" He Honglin sweated coldly.Did he time travel, or did he time travel and lose his memory.Hello, this kind of words are not like the words at this time.

He Youdao: "Young master, I will print the rubbing on Patriarch's arm and see if I can decipher it."

He Chengfeng asked, "Father, do you agree?"

"agree."

In He Chengfeng's eyes, when he spoke briefly, he had the demeanor of the head of the He family in the past.

While He You was busy rubbing, a paper crane with flapping wings flew over and landed on He Honglin's shoulder.

"What is this?" He Honglin trembled in fear.

"Looking at the quality of the paper, it should be Uncle Gu Zhang that my father said, he is your friend." He Chengfeng identified it, and felt that the quality of the paper was the same as the amulet his father gave him.

"Son, am I cultivating immortality?" Zongzong before combining, plus the flying paper crane.He Honglin could only think of this.This is a world of cultivating immortals.

He Chengfeng said: "Father, you have completely forgotten! Our He family is a family of cultivating immortals with a history of thousands of years, and my father is the current head of the family."

"Very powerful." The confident He Honglin opened the paper crane.

"Father said that Uncle Gu Zhang is a trustworthy person, and he is also very capable." He Chengfeng thought that if Uncle Gu Zhang was trustworthy, then he could ask him for the seal on his father's hand.

"He is indeed trustworthy." He Honglin said with a smile.The content on the paper is very short, but the writing from left to right and the @ Wu at the beginning can not show Gu Zhang's identity.

God!O earth!fellow!

"Find someone to go to the Furong Restaurant at the foot of the mountain to find him. Use this to verify, he knows how to read it." He Honglin took a pen and wrote a capital A and handed it to He Chenggu.

He Chengfeng glanced curiously, but didn't recognize him.

"This is the secret language between me and him." He Honglin was in a good mood.

"Father, can you teach me?" He Chengfeng boldly acted like a baby.

He Honglin's tone suddenly hardened, and he said in an undeniable tone: "No, it's useless for you to learn this."

"Yes, my son knows." As soon as He Honglin became serious, he, who had been taught harshly by his father all year round, immediately gave up.

Even if his father lost his memory, he was still very strict, so He Chengfeng sat up unconsciously.

He Chenggu told his disciples to go quickly. The disciples left quickly and returned quickly.He Chenggu looked at Shui Qingqian, who was dressed in white, and asked, "Is it Mr. Gu Zhang if you dare to ask?"

Qingshui nodded.

He Chenggu brought Shui Qingqian into the hospital, and said to him, "Patriarch lost his memory?"

"Amnesia?!" What kind of bloody plot is this.