I'm really immortal

Chapter 82 Cuteness is more important than beauty

It started to rain again in the middle of the night, falling finely on the awning, rolling down and dripping on the edge, reflecting the light, giving a very peaceful feeling.

Liu Changan opened his eyes. His skin was slightly cool and the humidity in the air made him very comfortable. Sleeping outside was actually much more comfortable than sleeping in a bed soaked in moisture. Liu Changan stretched his waist, and the surroundings were silent, only the sound of rain surrounded him. , the light from the incandescent lamp under the awning seemed to be oppressed by the darkness around Liu Changan. Looking around, it seemed that only this small awning was left quietly in the whole world.

Liu Changan went back to the house and picked up the book he borrowed from Zhu Juntang and flipped through it. Maybe it was because the life of ordinary human beings is short, and their desire to live a wonderful life and live a happy life is stronger, which creates countless beautiful and ugly things. , Absurd, dark, heroic, shameless stories.

Liu Changan has also experienced some things, and some things are impossible to experience, so he looked at other people's lives. Life is long, but not every kind of life wants to experience it.

After reading until dawn, the little hen was delivered, and Liu Changan gently touched its chicken head and sent it to the point of no return.

"Is it true that you have absorbed enough vitality and blood that you will jump out of the coffin?" Liu Changan asked looking at the coffin.

He has seen a lot of anecdotes and strange things. Liu Changan still reads "Zi Bu Yu" and other stories from Liaozhai. He doesn't think he has seen everything. Life in the world is endless and mysterious. If you don't understand, how can you easily lose your curiosity and interest in unknown magical phenomena?
Coffin didn't answer him.

"The one that popped out was a zombie, right? According to the hierarchy theory, which level of zombies do you belong to? Blood red clothes? Then are you jumping around with knees that cannot be bent, or do you describe yourself as a stranger?"

Liu Changan patted the coffin.

"If you can come out, you can accompany me."

Liu Changan closed the door of the carriage, and saw Zhou Dongdong running under the parasol tree with a newly bought small umbrella, patted the trunk, and ran under a small locust tree to push the tree.

Kazuki's rain fell and hit the umbrella with a crackling sound. After waiting for a while, Zhou Dongdong put away the umbrella and held it in his hand. Then he took a deep breath, bent down, and shook his hands behind Then, with his legs together, he jumped vigorously towards a puddle in front of him.

Mud splashed.

Zhou Dongdong jumped up and down among several puddles until he reached Liu Changan, touched his pocket, and then remembered that he forgot to bring down the soy milk, and hurriedly ran back to get two bags of soy milk. The bag was given to Liu Changan, and the other bag was held in his mouth.

"If you have the ability, jump into that puddle!" Liu Changan was talking about the puddle where loach was raised.

Zhou Dongdong was not convinced, "If my mother didn't hit me, I would definitely jump in!"

"Do you think your mother won't beat you now?" Liu Changan tugged at the back of her clothes to show her the splashed mud and water marks.

Zhou Dongdong was taken aback, how could it be like this?It must have been on the clothes.

"You'll get beaten anyway, let's jump again." Liu Changan pointed to the puddle and said.

"I'll jump in here, mommy will hit me harder!" Zhou Dongdong refused without hesitation, she is not such a stupid child.

Zhou Dongdong didn't fall for the trick, and Liu Changan was very pleased with her growth.

The college entrance examination is coming up tomorrow, so it is natural for Liu Changan to not be interested in studying. The rain stopped in the morning, and Liu Changan is going to the Binjiang Cultural Park to see the newly built Junsha Museum, library, concert hall and planning hall.

Last time I was not able to enter the Shonan Provincial Museum. I was a little regretful. Although the Junsha Museum is not as rich as the former, it is not without sights. It is said that the design of the concert hall is also unique. The texture of the exterior wall surface uses staves and Huaxia The ancient music score minus the character score is used as the surface texture, and the music score also uses the local music of southern Hunan, "Xiaoxiang Water Cloud" and "Dongting Spring Dawn", which can express the regionality and uniqueness of the building.

Liu Changan was still wearing his neat shirt, trousers and cloth shoes for a whole morning in the Binjiang Cultural Park. He was very satisfied. There was a traditional music concert in the afternoon. Tickets were very expensive, so Liu Changan gave up and sat by the river to enjoy the breeze. At noon, I felt a little hungry, so I still walked home slowly to cook.

After eating, Liu Changan set up two stools, removed the door panels and placed them on them, spread out newspapers, and spread out the cloth Qin Yanan gave him last time. As for the sewing machine, you can ask Zhou Shuling to borrow it.I borrowed cutting rulers, arm rulers and yardsticks from Mrs. Liu. She was not a professional tailor when she was young, but women in this generation are basically proficient in using sewing machines, and there are not a few who can make clothes. It is more economical to buy cloth and make clothes than to go to a tailor and ask the master to measure and make clothes.

When Zhongqing came to look for Liu Changan, he was surprised for a long time when he saw that he was busy with the division sheet before expressing his intention.

"The college entrance examination is coming tomorrow, I don't have time." Liu Changan raised his head and rejected Zhongqing's request.

Zhongqing looked at what he was doing, and found that this was a person who was about to take the college entrance examination tomorrow.

Zhongqing originally wanted to show a little smile and continue to persuade, but she found that she seemed to have lost the expression of "smile" in front of Liu Changan, and her tone was still very gentle and calm, "I think you can still spare some time, the third wife wants to see you very much." See you soon."

"Since she wants to see me, she can come by herself." Liu Changan continued to do his own thing, which is very obvious. Why are some people so unreasonable?
"You should know that since you have a lot of contacts with the third lady, you will inevitably face such a meeting." Zhongqing thought about the wording, "After all, the third wife is an elder, and being humble as a junior will be more beneficial to you in the future. Miss San's relationship... as a friend."

"I'm not interested in elders, I only like pretty girls." Liu Changan shook his head.

"The third wife is very beautiful." Zhongqing is not as easily angry as before, after all, he has not met Liu Changan once or twice, and even ate lobster together, "Although she is not a little girl, but with the third lady, Also often referred to as sisters."

"Okay, if she comes to me, I can meet her." Liu Chang'an was unmoved. In comparison, the other mother seems to be much cuter and naive, and that is the beauty that can rival her daughter as a sister. And cute little girl.

There's nothing special about being pretty, it's more important to be cute or not.

Zhongqing looked around and unbuttoned his coat.

Liu Changan was a little surprised, out of respect for women, he didn't look away.

Zhongqing just unbuttoned a few buttons on the hem of his shirt, and there were two light red marks on his abdomen, as if he had been whipped.Her pink and white face showed a delicate shyness and resentment, "If you don't agree, I will be punished like this."

"Don't go."

After Liu Changan glanced at it twice, he continued to lower his head and do his own thing.

Zhongqing buttoned up the button, bit her lip and glared at Liu Changan, then turned and left angrily.

　There are two updates every day, but it is updated at a fixed time. I feel that sometimes the lines between the lines of the update code are rushed, which does not conform to Liu Changan's style, so if there is no manuscript, the update time will not be fixed.

　　
　
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