After the global recovery I crossed

Zhao Lue has lived in Ziyu Mountain Villa since he was born. There is a football field, a large lawn, a lake where you can go boating, a big supermarket, a school and a hospital within three kilometers... Yanjing, where every inch of land is precious , A paradise surrounded by high walls.

Zhao Lue's tenth birthday party was held on the big lawn. As the little birthday boy, he wore a shining crown, a cello by his knees, and a C major sonata.

Wang Xichen and Wang Xueqing played the violin on the left and right behind him, and there was even a professional band cooperating with them.

The innocent and pure music flowed in the smiles of the guests.The smell of sweets and cakes filled the grass.

After a while, Zhao Lue let out a sigh, grabbed the body of the piano, and walked to the lake.He walked a little farther, found a shady plot, climbed over the fence around the lake, and sat on it.

He played against the shimmering water.

Zhao Lue, who was still a child at the time, didn't know why he stayed away from the crowd, why he sat by the lake, or even what song he was playing.

Schubert, Mozart, Elgar, Offenbach... none of them, but they were not drawn casually.

If the tutor who taught Zhao Lue came over, she would find that Zhao Lue was not playing to humans, but flying snow-white doves to the sky, graceful swans swimming on the lake, and the swans around her feet. The beautiful peacocks are facing the deer and alpacas that are raised in other people's houses in the distance.

There is also a certain existence in the lake.

The clouds are changing, and the sound of all things is attached to the taut strings.

"I shape you with my tenderness—you belong to me and fly in my boundless heart." Tagore's verses shine on the light brown lacquer.

In the next second, Zhao Lue threw the cello into the lake.

"Can you play the cello?" he asked to the rippling water.

The young Zhao Lue had acted recklessly as if he had grown up, but he felt that there was something in the water that could pluck the strings of the qin, so he threw the qin without hesitation.

"I want to hear it." His tone was also natural, as if the whole world should revolve around him.

He counted the swans that swam past and waited one, two, three, four, five.

"It's my birthday." He said again.

Still no response, he jumped down from the fence angrily, and returned to the banquet full of people who praised him intimately and loved him dearly.

At that time, Zhao Lue didn't see or hear anything.

But now Zhao Lue heard the music slowly playing in the dream, and also saw how Bailong played.

The water surface was drawn by a pair of hands, and the water droplets splashed and fell like a jade plate.

It's not the cello, but the zither.

Men with white hair and ancient costumes shouldn't be pointing fingers, drooping green clouds, and dragons crying in the sea of ​​jade.

"Life gathers and disperses like strings." He groaned softly, and his clothes fell on the water, like white clouds covering a mirror.

Mother found out about throwing the piano, and Zhao Lue was scolded by her mother pinching her earlobe: "This is my mother's childhood piano, so you threw it away?"

Zhao Lue replied: "I'm sorry, Mom, but it's all because of Uncle's story about the river god and the axe."

Uncle glared at Zhao Lue and said, "You are the one who wants to hear the fairy tale."

"What I want to hear is obviously the story of the dragon."

Later, the piano appeared in the piano room intact, Zhao Lue thought it was his mother who found it, and Zhao Yanjia thought it was Zhao Xingyi who found it.

This piano is not an adult model. Zhao Lue grew up very fast, so he never played it again.

The first glimpse of youth is not clear, but the first glimpse of youth is thrilling.

In the second year of high school, Zhao Lue returned home from the archery club without changing his practice clothes, even holding the bow in his hand.

When he passed the lake, he stopped suddenly, and the bodyguards and friends behind him were a little strange.

He coughed heavily first, then raised his longbow, straightened his arms, hooked the string with his thumb, pressed with his index finger, without blinking his eyes.

There was a "whoosh", and the arrow was like a shooting star.

He didn't care whether he shot or not, he turned around and left.

"Scare me, what do you want to shoot?" Ye Feiyu looked at the quivering arrow feathers that passed through the water and were nailed to the shore.

"Could it be that rabbit?" Seeing a little rabbit running away in panic, Wang Xichen comforted Zhao Lue, "It doesn't matter if you can't shoot correctly, after all, traditional bows don't have so many auxiliary tools."

Hearing this, Zhao Lue gave Wang Xichen a look of contempt, and said with the corner of his mouth curled up, "Of course it was shot."

"Then what did you say you shot?"

Zhao Lue said vaguely, "It's just between the two horns of some kind of animal."

Wang Xichen and Ye Feiyu were puzzled.

Only Zhao Lue knew that his arrow feathers passed through the silver-white horns of the white dragon, causing the pupils of the white dragon to shrink.

He thought Bailong would come out to look for him angrily, so he waited for a long time.It's not an illusion.

Later, he did not take the college entrance examination, and started studying abroad when his classmate was in the third year of high school.

He always remembered that his grandfather said that he was accompanied by a dragon when he was born. As he got older, other people stopped talking about this anecdote, but Zhao Lue gradually believed it.

During the bungee jumping in college, he really saw the white dragon with his own eyes, and even touched the dragon's horn.

Since then, he has been thinking about what the two words Bai Long said were not "Zhao Lue".

what is it?

Zhao Lue thought in the car after leaving the BBQ Villa for his home in Xiangshan.

Because everyone drank, some people simply stayed overnight at the barbecue villa, while others called someone to pick them up like Zhao Lue.

The driver who came to pick him up was the one who sent Zhao Lue to the airport. He looked at Zhao Lue in the mirror and hesitated to speak.

"Did the young master forget something?" The driver still asked.

Zhao Lue replied casually: "I forgot to bring money, it's not enough."

When he got out of the car, Zhao Yanjia was already waiting for him at the door.

Zhao Yanjia put on a stern face: "I'm surprised, Xiao Zhu swears that you got on the plane, which substitute are you?"

Zhao Lue immediately smiled and hugged his mother's shoulders.

Zhao Yanjia didn't let him move, and firmly blocked the road.

Zhao Lue approached her and said, "Your son, I am not an ordinary person. I am enlightened, and I have spiritual energy. Once I step out of the country, I will automatically fly back and fly to my mother. I can't be driven away."

Zhao Yanjia was taken aback and was amused.

Zhao Lue took the opportunity to squeeze into the gate, and when his mother shouted, "Eat a little bit of snacks, smell of alcohol", he answered.

He quickly ran to the yard where his uncle was, and rushed to his uncle's bedside.

Zhao Xingyi had already fallen asleep, and was woken up by him throwing the quilt.

"...I have to go to the company tomorrow, so I don't have time to make trouble with you." This nephew is the only one who can unscrupulously lift his quilt, Zhao Xingyi has no temper.

Zhao Lue sat by the bed, looked at his uncle's still not sober face, and said seriously, "Uncle, I'm short of money."

Zhao Xingyi was so frightened that he woke up.

What? !The Zhao family is dead? !

Zhao Xingyi carefully looked at Zhao Lue's expression, pondered slightly, and then said seriously: "Well, then you sell the Pagani Fengshen that your uncle gave you, anyway, you don't drive it often, and it's close to 5000 million. "

Zhao Lue didn't hesitate: "That won't work, it's an adult gift from my uncle, and I can't sell it."

Zhao Xingyi smiled, and asked generously, "Uncle will give you how much you want."

"Uncle is the best." Zhao Lue was super sweet and stretched out five fingers.

"Okay, 5000 million will be given to you tomorrow." Zhao Xingyi agreed wholeheartedly.

Zhao slightly shook his head.

"Five billion?" Zhao Xingyi frowned, "Are you going to use it as start-up capital? Are you ready to do something?"

Zhao Lue said, "50 billion."

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Coming out of his uncle's yard, Zhao Lue walked to his own yard.

Uncle didn't agree immediately. After all, although he had money, who could take out 50 billion immediately and casually.

Five hundred million is not bad.

It was already midnight at this time, and he walked through a long gray corridor in silence, the small lamp and wall lamp were turned on, illuminating a few strands of hair on his clothes.

In the nightmare, the tattered clothes were intact, but a few strands of hair remained.

Black, white, and even gold.

Zhao Lue twisted a few strands of hair between his fingers, leaned against the wall, and looked up at the moon in the sky.

He closed his eyes and recalled the few events that happened when he came out of the airport, and then he was startled.

He heard footsteps.

He opened his eyes suddenly and saw a person walking in the long alley.

——This person has exactly the same appearance as Zhao Lue.

They have similar yet different vibes.

In fact, it is difficult for Zhao Lue to say what he looks like in the eyes of others. People cannot be summed up in just one or two words.For example, he is loose in front of good friends, lively in front of close relatives, indifferent and polite in front of strangers, and just right in front of acquaintances.He does things crisply and neatly, thinks of things with whimsical ideas, sometimes he is very handsome, sometimes he is a bit childish, and sometimes he is lazy.

As for this person, Zhao Lue felt all the qualities he possessed from him, including some things he didn't have yet.

If the instructor at the mercenary base said that Zhao Lue could change from a lazy look on the sofa to an excited killer who could harvest other people's lives neatly, then Zhao Lue felt that this person could change from a person with others The ordinary people who were joking raised their palms instantly, creating a big event that caused a global sensation.

Their eyes met.

Zhao Lue vaguely had a feeling of colliding with Han Jianping's eyes back then.

This time, like two sharp knives colliding, the light shining in his eyes turned the surrounding color off.Silent and soul-stirring.

Zhao Lue took a step forward, and it happened that this person also turned around at this time, and their figures overlapped.

Zhao Lueruo realized something.

After what seemed to be a short and long time, Zhao Lue called out a name.

"Ji Shun."

He remembered Bailong's name.

During the bungee jumping, Bailong said his own name.

The wind blows, blowing a long and mysterious shadow.

The shadow hovered around Zhao Lue's waist, and when it was about to disappear, Zhao Lue suddenly smiled: "Ji Shun, I've seen you, what are you hiding?"

He continued to walk forward, and when he turned his head again, he saw a white-haired man following him, quieter than the moonlight.

"Don't go back to the lake, live with me."

["Live with me?"

"Um."]

Ji Shun blinked his eyes and said yes.

-

"Tell me a story." Zhao Lue was covered with a thin quilt, and Ji Shun turned into a white dragon lying in the distance.

"Come closer, just talk about the past." Zhao Lue thought for a while, and added, "If you talk a lot, I can...remember."

At this moment, Zhao Lue suddenly had an impulse, he wanted to say something.

He said, "I'm sorry, I don't remember much about you."

[In another world, what the Dragon King saw should be Zhao Lue who didn't remember that he was Lin Xingtao.

Of course Zhao Lue didn't remember the Dragon King. ]

Ji Shun moved his paw slightly.

Zhao Lue was right, but Zhao Lue did not remember Ji Shun, but Zhao Lue did recognize Ji Shun.

In Zhao Lue's short life, from childhood to adulthood, Ji Shun was not absent.What Zhao Lue remembered was not the Dragon King of Dachu, but the white-haired man who grew up with him.

"As long as I remember." Ji Shun said lightly.

Zhao slightly startled.

The phone rang.

It was Zhao Xingyi who called.

When Zhao Lue took out the golden invitation letter from Han Jianping to check according to what his uncle said, Ji Shun silently moved closer.

In fact, when Ji Shun first came to this world, his strength was greatly restricted.In fact, Zhao Lue has been attracting fragments of rules in this world, which is very dangerous.

He could only guard Zhao Lue firmly, not daring to stay away for a moment.

Especially for Zhao Lue when he was young, Ji Shun often transformed into a human form to take care of him during that time.

It's just that Zhao Lue couldn't see it.Later, Zhao Lue's intuitive perception became more and more powerful, and it was almost when Zhao Lue awakened that Ji Shun could leave Zhao Lue's side.

Ji Shun pushed all the fragments of the rules to Lin Zihuai.

Same as on another earth, Ji Shun rested with Lin Xingtao.

But not that far away.

The reason why we are as far away as we are now is because...

Zhao Luehui got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and then Ji Shun was stepped on many times by surprise.

The author has something to say: After shooting an arrow at the Dragon King, Zhao Lue: slipped away.

Ji Shun is so pitiful as the Dragon King.

You have to take care of the children, you have to play the zither, you have to fish for the piano, you have to worry about it all the time, you have to tell bedtime stories, and you have to be stepped on.

Ji Shun: Lin Xingtao doesn't need to go to the toilet.