I'm really immortal

Chapter 72
Liu Chang'an originally thought that Qin Peng's words "Look at her carefully" was because Qin Peng believed that Liu Chang'an had forgotten Ye Sijin's appearance.

Thinking about it now, did Qin Peng think that Qin Yanan had something special about him that Liu Chang'an hadn't discovered?

Apart from looking very much like Ye Sijin and having a very good figure, what's so special about her?At best, she was just a rare beauty in a thousand years.

At this time, looking at her own painting, Bai Hui thought it was Qin Yanan, and she was in a daze. Liu Changan couldn't help thinking whether Qin Yanan could be Ye Sijin...Ye Sijin didn't die, but just lost his memory, so Qin Peng Send her to Liu Chang'an, after all, he is dying, and Liu Chang'an is the most suitable person to take care of such a special Ye Sijin.

Thinking about it this way, it's quite reasonable, but in fact it doesn't make sense, after all, Qin Yanan and Ye Sijin are not exactly the same, otherwise, when I saw Qin Yanan for the first time, I would feel completely different, not to mention the most obvious thing is that Qin Yanan's bust is bigger than that of Ye Sijin. Ye Sijin is old, so it cannot be said that Ye Sijin is not dead, and has undergone a second development.

What's more, Qin Yanan is not like Liu Changan, who has no one to witness his childhood, suddenly appeared as a young Liu Changan and went to junior high school and high school.

Qin Yanan and Zhu Juntang have known each other for a long time. Qin Yanan is a child who has grown up healthily like the flowers of the motherland. He has experienced a lively and lovely childhood, an ignorant and cheerful childhood, a youthful and beautiful girlhood, and is now close to maturity. A young woman who gave birth to the next generation of flowers of the motherland.

So how could Qin Yanan be Ye Sijin?

Or is it reincarnation?Liu Changan himself has never died, so of course we don’t know what the world will be like after death. After living for so many years, he has seen all kinds of strange things, such as the legend of rising from the coffin after death, and the yellow-toothed child caressing his father The forehead said that I was your father, and the widow splashed dog blood in the night and appeared as a ghost... I don't know how many things like this, but Liu Chang'an has never seen the bull's head and horse face, the judge Yan Jun, let alone the gods and Buddhas in the sky.

If there is a real reincarnation, the possibility of Qin Yanan being Ye Sijin is very high, but since reincarnation, of course, he will cut off the relationship with the previous life, and Qin Yanan can no longer be regarded as Ye Sijin... From Liu Changan's point of view, someone is someone , it cannot separate the memory of someone's life.

What's more, how did Qin Peng know that Qin Yanan was Ye Sijin's reincarnation?Just because they look alike?Or a dream?

Liu Changan closed his notebook, closed his eyes and began to meditate.

A piece of chalk was thrown over, Liu Changan turned to avoid it, then calmly opened the book, and looked at the blackboard seriously.

"Liu Chang'an, how many times have you been in meditation in my class?" the math teacher said angrily.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to be in class." Liu Changan apologized sincerely.

There was a burst of laughter in the class, and the math teacher patted the podium and continued to speak.

At noon, Liu Changan still made an appointment with An Nuan to have dinner, so Bai Hui felt that she would never ask Liu Changan to have dinner again, do you understand the girl's reserve?Can never again.

Liu Chang'an and An Nuan have always been circling around the attached middle school to eat in every small restaurant nearby. Today they ate braised pig's trotters.

After lunch, the two of them wandered around the nearby pedestrian street until they reached the third floor where there were few people. They saw a couple hugging each other and kissing passionately.

An Nuan glanced at it and quickly quickened her pace. After walking a few steps, she found Liu Changan standing there watching, and then ran back to drag Liu Changan away.

"What are you doing staring at them? How embarrassing would it be if you were found out?" An Nuan rolled her eyes, and said with some embarrassment. This feeling is probably similar to watching a novel or watching a movie together and seeing a scene of passion. Embarrassed, I want to hurry up Click to turn the page or fast forward, and feel that doing so will make people feel deliberate and hypocritical.

"Obviously it's just the touch of the skin on the lips. The friction produces subtle bioelectricity. The exchanged saliva is also mixed with the exfoliated cells of the upper mouth, biological enzymes and food residues. The tongue is densely covered with tiny taste buds, like two hands. It’s like brushes are brushing against each other, but why are men and women so addicted to this kind of thing?” Liu Changan said with some emotion.

"You should recite poems, don't say it so disgusting, disgusting." An Nuan walked behind Liu Changan, beating him with her small fist and walking away quickly.

"The scientific development in the last 200 years has changed a person's long-standing concept of the macro and micro worlds." Liu Chang'an smiled, "In the past, if this scene was described in poems and essays, they would be regarded as pornographic poems, among which Ouyang Xiu was the best ..."

"I like Zhu Shuzhen's coquettishness and she is not afraid of people's guessing. She sleeps with clothes..." An Nuan said with some emotion. Most of the girls are a little emotional. Zhu Shuzhen's poem is about girls and boys holding hands Walking on the side of the water bank full of lotus flowers, I didn't want to but encountered a drizzle of yellow plum blossoms. The drizzle was annoying and wet the clothes of the two of them. They had to find a place to take shelter from the rain and have a look at being alone. The girl yelled, "My clothes are all wet, it's so cold, my legs are sore, and I can't stand still, so I found such a reason to lean into the boy's arms, thinking about him." It's just that he was cold and sleepy, so he buried his little face under his clothes.

"Do you want to try this childlike feeling?" Liu Changan asked.

"Ah?" An Nuan looked forward to it inexplicably, looking at him with pink cheeks.

"Come, come into my arms." Liu Changan opened his arms.

An Nuan sat and looked to the right in a daze, a little flustered, the smile on Liu Chang'an's face was a bit of the boy's expectation in Zhu Shuzhen's poems and the obsessive love for her, but he was just joking, right?
"what!"

An Nuan was pushed from behind, and fell into Liu Chang'an's arms involuntarily, her body fell forward, her cheeks missed Liu Chang'an's cheeks, and she suddenly felt hot and rubbing against each other, as if electric currents were intertwined. With a burning fever, his knees softened, and he quickly pushed Liu Changan away, turning around with burning cheeks, but the cart coming out of the corner did not notice An Nuan.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The worker pushing the cart apologized repeatedly.

Although she felt a little pain in her lower back, An Nuan waved her hands again and again, "It's okay, it's okay."

"It's all you!" After the man left, An Nuan confidently and without hesitation blamed all the faults on Liu Chang'an.

"It's my fault, I've been staring at you, otherwise the reaction should have had time to hug you away." Liu Changan pulled An Nuan to sit down, "Did you hurt your lower back?"

"It hurts a little, it should be fine."

"Let me see."

"No!" An Nuan was shy, she was wearing black sports shorts today, her upper body was just a short-sleeved white high school summer school uniform, with a white camisole underneath, she had the nerve to pull up the clothes for him to see.

It was as if An Nuan's ears had been scalded by him, staining her neck.

"Friction generates heat, and then the blood rushes to the palm, and the heat will last longer." Liu Chang'an explained, "It will be fine in a while, it's okay."

An Nuan calmed down and looked at Liu Changan who was squatting beside her. Although many of the daily contacts between the two of them were more intimate than ordinary men and women, it was not too much. They were already used to many contacts, but today Seeing the couple kissing, An Nuan suddenly had a feeling that maybe she didn't need to pursue it too deliberately, maybe one day that scene would be naturally replaced by herself and a guy who didn't understand the style.

Thinking of this, An Nuan's palms on her thighs turned into fists, and one hand lightly beat Liu Chang'an's shoulder. At this time, she understood Zhu Shuzhen's mood when she wrote "Qing Ping Le". The feeling of falling into someone's arms is too difficult to restrain.

"Sit up." An Nuan suddenly ordered Liu Chang'an loudly.

"Then I..."

"Don't talk nonsense!" An Nuan said quickly, afraid that Liu Chang would start talking nonsense again, and then she would lose all courage for a moment.

Liu Chang'an had no choice but to sit beside An Nuan, An Nuan bit her lip and leaned on Liu Chang'an's shoulder, closed her eyes and said, "Back pain, it's more comfortable this way."

Liu Changan put his arms around her shoulders.

An Nuan didn't move, her heart was beating like thunder, she turned her head sideways, her cheeks were like a small animal hiding in the grass, making a small sound as it moved its body, rubbing against Liu Chang'an's shoulders, quickly glanced at him, and their eyes touched together , and quickly moved away.

It's a pity that Liu Chang'an didn't make any unnecessary movements, he just hugged An Nuan quietly, and the two of them sat on the bench on the third floor of the empty pedestrian street for a long, long time.

Annuan is very fragrant, Liu Changan took a deep breath, "A Thousand Reasons for Being Late in Those Years of High School" has a story with you, it is really good.

In the afternoon, both of them were late, because when they arrived at school, Father Sun was blushing and was about to touch Lushan.

　Every day, many people teach me how to write books, give me industry advice, and even my taste, knowledge, and abilities... See if you can do it, how can you be so inexplicably confident?
　　
　
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