I'm really immortal

Chapter 49
Liu Changan drank water, rinsed his mouth, cleared his turbid air, and planned to go to a second-hand bookstore as originally planned, or just to read, or find a few books, and get something back, but he saw a white cloth wrapped around his head. Ma Benwei of gauze brought the five people from the morning to the plane tree again, and stood in front of Liu Changan.

"Brother Liu, I'm sorry! We don't know Taishan with our eyes, and we see people as inferior with our dog's eyes!"

The six bowed in unison, very neatly.

"There's no need to apologize. You offended my sister, and I beat you too. It's even." Liu Chang'an is a very reasonable person, and he will never be unreasonable.

That's his sister?Ma Benwei took a sneak peek at Liu Changan. If he didn't know that this guy was a student from the attached middle school, he wouldn't be able to tell his age from the big underpants and ragged vest, but Ma Benwei already knew who he was trying to lure to become an Internet celebrity today. Now Ma Benwei is only glad that Liu Changan brought down everyone on his side with one stick. If he really did something to that young woman, I am afraid that the well-established Ma family in Junsha About to be uprooted, my old father who is full of ambitions and promising career, and my high-spirited older brother who is about to ring the NASDAQ bell, will be completely ruined because of his recklessness.

He didn't know that the sister Liu Changan mentioned was not the same person as he thought.

"We will surrender ourselves in a while, and we will be detained for [-] days by law and order, and this is my little thought, please accept it." Ma Benwei didn't believe it was really evened out, whoever believed in an idiot, Ma Benwei still had this awareness.

Ma Benwei handed over an envelope.

"No need." Liu Changan refused, and thought for a while, "If I don't accept it, are you worried?"

Ma Benwei sneered, of course, if you don't accept it, doesn't it mean that you don't want to end the matter like this?

"Well, from now on, you can give me a little hen every day, and a little rooster is fine, just give it to me for a month." Liu Changan smiled, "The point is Qin Yanan, I'll tell her that you came here I'm sorry... As for her, you don't have to provoke her."

After finishing speaking, Liu Changan ignored them, locked the door and left with a big cattail fan. Now there are a lot of mosquitoes at night, although the mosquitoes can't penetrate his flesh at all, but he is indeed more attractive to mosquitoes.

This little brainless animal has the same keen sense of smell for blood as a vampire.

Watching Liu Changan leave, Ma Benwei and the others stood there looking at each other in blank dismay. Is it really enough to give a pullet every day from now on?
"What does he want so many chickens for?"

"Clean your mouth!" Ma Benwei slapped him across the face.

"Brother Ma, do you really want to go to that little girl's place?"

"Then my father has to come forward! I am not qualified to apologize to others, can I get an appointment? Or go to No. 1 Courtyard to block the door?" Ma Benwei was very depressed. He has been a local snake for a long time, and he feels really uncomfortable when he encounters a strong dragon and wants to bow his head. .

"This relative of Liu Chang'an is so awesome, why do I live in this crappy kennel?"

"Maybe it's an illegitimate child..." After Ma Benwei finished speaking, he slapped himself. It's just that his cheap talk caused trouble, and he doesn't have a long memory?Ma Benwei waved his hand, "Let's go, let's turn ourselves in to the bureau first, if we can't broadcast live for fifteen days... How much will this popularity lose? It feels cold."

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Liu Changan waved his big cattail fan, and walked slowly along the street to a familiar bookstore. After his afternoon nap, there were many old men dressed like him in the small streets and alleys. In the bookstore, Liu Changan greeted the boss as usual: "Lao Lan, business is good."

Boss Lan adjusted his presbyopic glasses, turned his head slowly, heard the voice was not very old, took a closer look, and spit out a sentence: "Young child, there is no big or small."

Liu Changan walked around the small bookstore. It is rare to have the smell of scrolls in second-hand bookstores, but there is always a stale and musty smell that is always inevitable. The bookcases on three sides are full of all kinds of old books and books without any classification. Old books are probably not worth collecting, they are just cheap.

But cheapness is the most important thing for most people. Liu Changan flipped through a few books, looked around, and came to the counter: "Boss Lan, have all the books that Professor Liu deposited here been sold?" ?”

Perhaps because Liu Changan had changed his name, Boss Lan raised his head and looked at Liu Changan carefully for a while, holding his eyes, "Baby, where did you know Professor Liu?"

"Professor Liu won the first Young and Middle-Aged Science Fund of Shonan Province in 1995, was selected as the leader of cross-century science and technology in South Shonen in 1996, became a national candidate for the National Million Talent Project in 1997, and enjoyed special allowances from the State Council in 1998... ...Do I know it's strange for such an outstanding talent?" Liu Changan asked rhetorically.

"What about 1999?" Boss Lan narrowed his eyes and looked at Liu Changan.

"Let's not talk about the dishonor." Liu Chang'an said as a matter of course.

"In 1999, it was said that Professor Liu made the students' stomachs bigger. When a scandal broke out and he encountered a wave of crackdown on academic corruption, he was miserable. But before this incident, he deposited some books with me, as if he had entrusted them with funeral arrangements. Same, I always feel that this is a bit strange." Boss Lan fumbled for the gray beard on his chin, "What do you think?"

"You still believe in his character."

"I trust my own eyes."

"It's all in the past. If you want to sell it all, it's fine. If you want to keep it, give it to me. I'm his son." Liu Changan said without blushing. Pretending to be his own son.

"How do you prove that you are his son?" Boss Lan stretched out his hand, "Where is the household registration book?"

"He didn't say that when he came to you, he had to prove that I was his son, as long as I told you a poem: Immortal caresses my head, and my hair is tied for longevity. Then I will ask you to get the old book." Liu Changan pointed out. Pointing to Boss Lan's bookstore, "It's okay, if it doesn't work, I'll pick a few books, and you just don't keep killing people."

Boss Lan took off his presbyopic glasses, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he nodded with a smile.

Liu Changan also smiled.

Boss Lan walked slowly to the back room, took a ladder over, refused Liu Changan's help, and climbed up step by step, dragging the side of the bookcase with his legs dangling, and then pulled down a layer of woven cloth covered with dust, coughing After a few noises, he wiped the dust off his head, grabbed the handle of a rattan bookcase that was exposed, and pulled it down with difficulty, allowing Liu Changan to take over.

"I haven't seen you for many years. If you have time, let him have a cup of tea." Boss Lan came down to clean up the ladder.

"he died."

Boss Lan nodded, closed his cloudy eyes, and slowly walked back to his original sitting position without saying a word. See life go by.

In fact, Boss Lan is not that old, his wife looks young, wearing a white gauze skirt, she looks like an old lady, she walked out from the back room, and saw Liu Changan holding the dead ghost there for many years. The untouchable box showed some surprise.

"Professor Liu is dead, this is his son." Boss Lan said with narrowed eyes.

The proprietress blinked her eyes for a moment, showing a sad look, and sighed, "It's been almost 20 years in a flash, why did this person disappear..."

Speaking of which, the proprietress reached out to touch Liu Changan's face, but Liu Changan quickly avoided it.

"Look... this young man is still shy." The proprietress laughed.

Boss Lan snorted coldly and ignored it.

"I'll go first, see you later." Liu Changan said to Boss Lan, "If you have time, I'd better go to Baisha Park to play chess. I'm pretty good at it."

Boss Lan nodded, waved his hands, and glanced at the dark and dirty wooden box under the counter, which contained a chess set that hadn't been taken out for many years.

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(End of this chapter)