I'm really immortal

Chapter 3 Embracing the Moon

Liu Changan was very surprised to receive a text message from Zhu Juntang, which probably had something to do with the phone number he left for Fan Jian, but he was negligent.

It turned out that the girl standing on the top floor of Baolong Center last night who looked like she was about to commit suicide was named Zhu Juntang. The top floor of Baolong Center has a rainwater collection system, a sky garden and a helipad.

Liu Changan and Zhu Juntang met on the helipad and chatted for a while.

Zhu Juntang heard Liu Changan talking about his immortality and wishing to die, and said with a smile: "I have never heard of a person who can live forever, and he is still living so aggrievedly. Peng Zu has lived for eight hundred years. Countless incense sticks, worshiped by others, what about you? You are thousands of years old, and you have been in jail most of the time, are you so useless?"

Liu Chang'an still remembered that when Zhu Juntang said this last night, his eyes narrowed, he had a charming feeling, and his smile was beautiful.

"What's wrong with being in prison? One generation after another is just a passing moment for me. When that dynasty is gone, all the jailers guarding me are dead, and the prison is rotten, so I will naturally come out."

"You can see it." Zhu Juntang sneered, "But you don't understand, the real prison is to restrain your heart, make people feel that the world is so big, but there is nowhere to escape, and even breathing is difficult. It’s a kind of feeling, do you understand? It’s not the jailer who guards you, but countless kinds of eyes with evil intentions, do you know that?”

"Oh, if that's the case, you just jump down, it's over."

"You...you tell me to jump, I'll jump!" Zhu Juntang heard that, of course she didn't really jump, but took a few steps back, her skirt fluttered in the strong wind, revealing two straight and slender legs. The calf, with the eyes of a girl's curdled milk, exudes a crystal light in the darkness, Zhu Juntang glared at Liu Chang'an: "Are you still human? How dare you persuade someone to jump down?"

"Women are really unreasonable." Liu Changan felt a little emotional. From ancient times to the present, women are generally like this. No wonder the man said that only women and villains are difficult to raise.

"Also, this is the roof of my house! This building belongs to me, what are you doing here?" Zhu Juntang walked over, with his hands behind his back, looking at Zhang An suspiciously, "Are you a thief?"

"I'm not a thief. I'm here to jump off the building just like you." Liu Chang'an looked at her and said.

"Then you're jumping!" Zhu Juntang mocked, but she didn't say that she was just feeling bored and panicked, and had no desire to jump off the building.

"it is good."

After Liu Changan finished speaking, he jumped down.

Of course, Liu Chang'an didn't want to die, it's just that doing this kind of thing would benefit his body and memory, but he didn't expect that the panic dream that he thought he would just become a girl now left traces and was found by others , received a half-text, barely fluent invitation text message.

Liu Changan deleted the text message, and neatly added the mobile phone number that sent the text message into the blacklist.

It's a bit cumbersome, but don't worry about it.

At this moment, Liu Changan had already returned home.

This is a very old house. There must be alleys behind the tall buildings, and loneliness is hidden behind the bustling. The government compound that was very enviable decades ago has been demolished. There are a few buildings scattered around.

In the houses of that era, the ground floor was not a garage, but a utility room. Liu Changan rented out his house and lived in the utility room by himself. Although the living conditions were not very good, he had a stable income. , Occasionally, I can also do odd jobs, such as the 200 yuan I earn today.

Liu Changan on the ID card, except for his slightly mature eyes and demeanor, is not much different from most teenagers of this age. It was May, and the summer in Junsha was scorching, and next month he will participate in the The annual college entrance examination.

Today is not Sunday, nor is it a holiday. Liu Changan skipped a whole morning class simply because of a 200 yuan odd job.

Probably will be talked about by the head teacher Huang Shan, and asked by the tablemate An Nuan again. Liu Changan moved the folding wicker chair out of his utility room and put it in the shade of a tree, made a pot of tea, and prepared to lie down on it. one afternoon.

In the afternoon, there is only such a big water plane tree that grows to block out the sky and the sun. It is the time when the branches and leaves are growing wildly in May, and it casts a cool shade.

Apart from Liu Changan, there are a few other old people who are preparing to spend a cozy and comfortable afternoon in such a posture. There are very few young people living here, and they are basically old men and women who have retired for many years.

He glanced sideways at the nearest old man Qian. His hair had fallen out in bits and pieces, his face was covered with age spots, and his wrinkles were loose. He closed his eyes and remained motionless. It seemed that he planned to spend the rest of his life. Come and lie down like this.

Liu Chang'an turned his head and looked at the sentence in the book: Traveling with a flying fairy in his arms, and dying with a bright moon in his arms.

This is a sentence in Su Shi's "Ode to the Red Cliff", and another sentence written by another writer of the Three Kingdoms is also very good: "The Yangtze River rolls away in the east, the waves wash away the heroes, and the success and failure are turned away. The green hills are still there, and the sunset is red several times. .”

Su Shi has been dead for many years, leaving only some words, but for the countless ants in the endless time, it is already the most beautiful trace that life can leave.

You must know that the vast majority of people have not left any traces in this world, as if they have never been here.

The whole afternoon, Liu Changan did not sleep, but read half of the "Mr. Eight Collected Works", and felt hungry, so he moved the folding chair and teapot back.

He is just nostalgic and reminiscing about the past, but he is not tired of the current life. On the contrary, he is enjoying the present life while reading ancient books, which makes him very comfortable.

Wishing to die is of course just a joke, the longer a person lives, the less he wants to die. In this beautiful or ugly world, there are too many unknowable things that make people wonder what will be waiting for him in the future.

Gently pat the chopped green onion, grind out the aroma, fry the ginger and garlic in the lard, then pour it on the chopped green onion and vegetable leaves, take out the noodles that have been boiled for 3 minutes, not sticky, chewy just right, stir in a bowl When he got up, the aroma was overflowing. After Liu Changan finished eating, it was already dark.

Going out for a walk, Liu Changan’s pace is neither fast nor slow. It’s the rush hour for getting off work, and the streets are crowded with people. Passing through the crowd, he looks at the faces of strangers who are either indifferent, stiff, reluctant, relaxed, or happy. , Liu Changan occasionally felt a little lonely.

Because too many familiar faces, have never seen again.

When he came to the river, there were no white-haired fishermen and swaying black-covered boats in the quietly flowing water. Liu Changan still felt that the poem was very appropriate.

The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter are on the river, used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze, happy to meet each other with a pot of wine.

Who can I meet?Liu Changan sighed secretly.

This was an ordinary day for Liu Changan.

(End of this chapter)