Since I am Yu Huanshui

Chapter 829 - The World Under the Zhengyang Gate

They hit it off immediately, and the old man had already had this intention, "Let's go, let's go see your museum."

Meng Xiaozao was supporting the old man. In fact, the old man is currently in good health, and he can do without others, but Xiaozao takes good care of him, which makes people feel at ease.

Han Chunming followed with a joyful smile. He liked the feeling of sharing happiness, and it was better to be alone than with others.

With Qian Wen's suppression and without the farce of Mr. Guan's family seizing the property, this opening is really auspicious.

"Let's go, why are you smirking." Su Meng took her husband Han Chunming's arm.

Not far away, the passage leading to the entrance of the museum.

Han Sile, the eldest daughter of the Han family, was wearing a bright yellow dress, with crystal clear skin and a tall figure. She pulled Qian Pengcheng, the eldest son of the Qian Wen family, and they walked out side by side.

"Let's go, let's go, hurry up."

Two steps ahead, Qian Shudao, the youngest daughter of the Qian Wen family, held onto Han Shaohui, the youngest son of the Han family. She had long black hair with a shawl reaching to her waist, swaying softly and elegantly, and her blue hair was randomly tied by crystal hairpins. She was wearing a pink slim-fitting sportswear. , Lively and lovely, youthful and beautiful.

Han Shaohui looked helpless, but the depths of his eyes were full of love.

Qian Zhengrong, who came with him, and Li Yuhang, the only son of Li Chengtao's family, looked at each other. Dog food is really everywhere.

"It's not fair." Beside Qian Wen and Han Chunming, Li Chengtao defended his son and said, "They are all godfathers, godmothers are calling, why did they leave my Yuhang family?"

Hearing this, Cai Xiaoli slapped her coquettishly, she is not ashamed even though she is an adult.

Qian Wen shrugged, "Isn't my Zhengrong also left behind, how about you and Xiaoli have another life?"

Han Chunming laughed playfully.

Cai Xiaoli blushed, and stared at Qian Wen and the others, "You don't look like a parent at all!"

Li Chengtao looked at Qian Wen and Han Chunming, and said quietly, "Why don't you both work hard too."

They are so familiar that they can't be more familiar, Xiao Huang will come when he says it.

Guan Xiaoguan and Su Mengjiao glared at Qian Wen and Han Chunming, and then the three sisters left arm in arm.

Qian Wen and Han Chunming said innocently, "I didn't say anything."

"Honestly." Li Chengtao said seriously.

"Go, go, ten or so years apart, that's not childhood sweethearts, that's an abyss of generation gap." Qian Wen said speechlessly, and then said, "Who made it too late for you to start?"

Li Chengtao slapped his thigh painfully, "Who made my little brat look bad!"

Qian Wen and Han Chunming looked at each other and smiled. They were very satisfied with each other's children. They all grew up under their noses.

Qian Wen's Four Seasons Museum, the museum is roughly divided into four areas;

1. Display, exhibition, education and service divisions;

2. Partitioning of the collection library;
3. Technical work area;
4. Administrative and research office partitions.

For foreign 'historical art', no matter if it is an old man, a shabby man, or even a big collector like Han Chunming, they are all new.

Fortunately, Qian Wen was well prepared and trained professional commentators to introduce the stories and historical backgrounds one by one.

Monet's Water Lilies, Picasso's Maiden of Avignon, Mondrian's Broadway Jazz.

Mummies, glass bowls with gold leaf, stone carvings from ancient Babylon, samurai swords from the small days, Yahashi Makie mother-of-pearl inkstone boxes, Indian handmade ancient masks, sculptures with national characteristics, etc...

Unconsciously, under the introduction of the professional commentator, everyone's eyes on Qian Wen changed.

All foreign countries try to collect their ancient cultural relics and put them in their country's museums. Now, Qian Wen has moved these countries' "historical works of art" to his doorstep, and is planning to let people visit them.

What do you think, how do you cheer up.

"Good, good, good!!!" The admiral of the nine gates, Mr. Guan, looked at the things in the showcase, and said three good words again and again, looking very happy.

Han Chunming stood beside Qian Wen, worried and whispered, "These things are just placed here, it's really all right, you know..."

Qian Wen gave Han Chunming a reassuring look, "I have all these things through legal procedures, channels, and legal possession.

Moreover, I have already mentioned to the above that there is cooperation, otherwise I would not be able to display it openly for people to visit.

Don't worry, Ann. "

Han Chunming smiled reassuringly, and patted him on the shoulder, "You still have a good relationship."

Qian Wen smiled faintly, "For so many years, the relationship is not for nothing."

After a brief tour of the foreign "historical art" area, Qian Wen took everyone to the domestic antique and cultural relic area.

Broken Hou quickly followed, pointing to the incense burner in the glass display case, "This is..."

He recognized the origin of the censer.

After Han Chunming read it carefully, he answered the words with certainty, "Heaven and Earth Jue Ming Incense Burner!"

"You kid recognized it." Poor Hou said with a smile.

"Well, the books you gave me happen to have records of this object.

Good stuff. "Han Chunming said fondly, if it wasn't in the exhibition cabinet, he would have started to play with it carefully.

"Qian Wen, where did you get this object?" Poor Hou asked curiously.

"I'm asking the wrong person. I have to ask Xiao Xing. She brought it back with the cultural relics collection team." Qian Wen spread his hands.

Meng Xiaoxing puffed out her stomach, held her head up triumphantly, and was about to tell the story of the twists and turns when she was interrupted.

"This is... the dragon head of the Chinese zodiac?" the old man exclaimed.

Everyone looked at the reputation, this object is famous.

.....................

The antique feast is over.

Then, Han Chunming's reputation as a great collector also spread, causing a wave of collecting in the alleys and setting fire to everyone.

A broken bowl and a broken bottle cost tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands?I don’t want to make this windfall. The neighbors in the Hutong have the idea of ​​getting rich overnight and start to rummage through their homes. Even if they don’t have any, they also go to Panjiayuan and Liulichang to start shopping for treasures.

They all feel that they have golden eyes.

Han Chunming suddenly became the hottest figure in the hutong. Neighbors and neighbors came to him with all kinds of old and new objects, asking him to show them and make a fortune together.

Han Chunming's mind was buzzing from the noise, Su Meng ran back to her mother's house to hide for a few days, and the children lived in Qian Wen's godfather's house.

They both run a museum, so why didn't anyone find Qian Wen?

because………

Uncle Li, a neighbor in the alley: "Little Qian, show Uncle Li my bottle, it's made of blue and white porcelain."

Qian Wen: "Uncle Li, I don't understand this. I ask my staff to collect it. Why don't you take your things to Panjiayuan's Wanbao Pavilion, and mention my name to get a [-]% discount on the appraisal fee."

After going back and forth like this, and going through several neighbors again and again, no one came to Qian Wen again.

Because even a [-]% discount on the appraisal fee of Wanbao Pavilion is not a small fee. Some people just want to prostitute for free.

Han Chunming's place is in dire straits. If his mother was not at home, Han Chunming would have tried to hide like Su Meng. The door frame of his compound was almost flattened by the neighbors.

Qian Wen's side is very quiet, no one disturbs him.

Not long after the antique craze, many people were deceived. Among them, the most obsessed, Uncle Guo, who wanted to get rich overnight and was daydreaming, was deceived to the bottom. The tuition paid was real.

Now I cry at my father and mother every day at home, and I still don't believe that I can drill eyes.

People's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, without Cheng Jianjun, without Li Yuejin, Uncle Guo in Hutong will still be deceived.

"The most important thing about a person is self-knowledge!"

No one can help him this time, and he doesn't know who cheated, so he can only swallow the bitter fruit himself.

In addition to Uncle Guo, Su Meng’s uncle was also cheated, but fortunately, no one can be as ruthless as Cheng Jianjun in the play. One plan is to cheat tens of millions. Uncle Su Meng paid hundreds Ten thousand tuition fees, I dare not collect randomly, now the 'new objects' on the market are really emerging one after another, it is difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Well, Guan's father and Guan's mother also lost everything. Yu Jinxian did this in private without telling her husband. He received a copybook from a villager in Panjiayuan, saying it was written by Qianlong himself.

I don't know what to think, I'm obsessed with ghosts, I have spent most of the money in my hand, and now I dare not speak, because my daughter Guan Xiaoguan made it easy to talk, and I can be good again for a while.

.....................

Time flickers.

Come to 2008.

The whole family went to the Olympics.

Grandpa Guan, the admiral of the Nine Gates, is [-] years old this year.

There is nothing to worry about. A private doctor comes to check up from time to time, and the unfilial son seems to have changed his mind. When he really cares about him, his depression gradually disappears, his heart is smooth, and he feels comfortable all over.

Qian Wen and Han Chunming started working on the old man's [-]th birthday banquet.

The old man said, "Don't make it too big, just think about it."

But Qian Wen and Han Chunming still invited relatives, friends, and neighbors to celebrate the old man's birthday.

On this day, the old man was in full bloom, and the only remaining front tooth fell out of joy.

The next day, early in the morning, the old man called Shang Pengcheng and took him to fill his teeth, paying attention to his image.

"A mouth full of false teeth."

All old, all old.

Han Chunming's mother is old, Guan Xiaoguan's parents are also old, and so are the broken ones. Qian Wen, Han Chunming and others are about to enter old age.

Life is in a hurry, but only a hundred years, 36500 days.

...........................

Mr. Guan, the admiral of the Nine Gates, is 108 years old.

On this day, it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and it was windy and snowy.

The heavy snow outside the house is really heavy and heavy.

In the house, a pot of warm wine and some cooked food, the three of them sat in a circle.

The admiral of the Nine Gates, Mr. Guan, Qian Wen, and Han Chunming, were smiling and chatting happily.

However, in the depths of Qian Wen and Han Chunming's eyes, there was deep sadness.

The old man is going to die.

Just yesterday, the old man suddenly asked Qian Wen to call his family back, without saying anything, just said, "I want to see them."

In the next room, Han Sile leaned on her husband Qian Pengcheng's shoulder, choked up silently, and her eyes turned red.

Holding a child like a porcelain doll in his arms, the child is sleeping soundly, this is their child.

On the side, Qian Shudao was dripping tears and pursed his mouth, while her husband Han Shaohui wiped his tears silently, his heart was full of sadness, who is better than whom.

Qian Zhengrong looked up to the sky, not letting his tears fall, but he didn't know that his collar was already soaked.

Guan Fu's eyes were full of tears. Ever since he accepted Qian Wen's contract, he has been taking care of his old father with peace of mind, wanting to make up for what he owed over the years.

Now the old father is leaving, and now his chest is very tight and he is choking.

Yu Jinxian left two years ago, he had too many thoughts, how could he live a long life if his heart didn't go his way.

In another room, Meng Xiaozao, Meng Xiaoxing and others also had reddened eyes.

Except for the heavy snow outside and the howling cold wind, everyone inside the house was choked and sad.

After drinking, the admiral of the nine gates, the old man Guan, was dizzy, shook his head and forced himself to be clear, feeling that his time limit was approaching, he suddenly got up and opened the door and walked outside. In the depths of winter, there was heavy snow, and the sky was full of snow.

Qian Wen and Han Chunming hurriedly followed, wearing a snow-white cloak and hurriedly wrapped around the old man.

Old Man Guan looked at Qian Wen and Han Chunming and smiled, "It's okay, it's okay.

Today's snow is so heavy. "

Memories appeared in the old man's eyes, and countless recollections of the past flashed, as if he saw something, he began to talk to himself, "I remember the sky was like this at that time."

Qian Wen and Han Chunming looked at the old man, and Qian Wen could clearly feel that the candle was fading.

Mr. Guan continued, "I remember the same scene that day, when I opened the gate, you crouched at my door like a small stone lion.

That appearance, not to mention how heart-wrenching it was, her little face was flushed, her hands were covered with chilblains, and those smart eyes, with shards of snow between their eyelashes, looked up at me without saying a word.

I said: Baby, where are your parents?

You didn't make a sound, just got up trembling, buried your head and walked into my yard. I was stunned and thought to myself, this little doll.

After that, I served you a meal, put ointment on your hands and feet, and asked you again: Where are your parents?
You said: where do I sleep?

"Hahaha~" The old man laughed heartily, his eyes full of unforgettable memories.

"This is what he looked like back then."

Qian Wen's nose was red, his eyes were red, his throat seemed to be clogged with something, the pain in it was like a stormy sea, and he couldn't resist it.

"Cough cough cough~~"

The old man coughed repeatedly, Qian Wen and Han Chunming hurriedly stroked his back and chest to calm him down, the old man looked at Han Chunming, "Teacher, disciple, good disciple."

Han Chunming couldn't bear it anymore and cried out loud.

The old man wiped away his tears with difficulty, then looked at Qian Wen with fluctuating eyes, "You and I are here for half a lifetime.

Who would have thought that such a small guy back then would have such an achievement now...

I am very fortunate that I met you at that time, because of you, my old age was smooth and peaceful, my children and grandchildren were full, and I enjoyed this family...happy..."

The old man couldn't bear it any longer, and slowly leaned on Qian Wen's body, his eyelids were weak and closed slowly, and his muttering stopped.

Qian Wen supported him tightly. In his perception, the old man was like a candle, and the light was going out and dying.

No pain, no disturbance, just peace and harmony.

The old man's hand on Qian Wen's arm fell weakly, and Qian Wen supported the old man tightly.

Mr. Guan, the admiral of the nine gates, passed away.

"Father, let's go!"

Everyone choked up, wiped away tears, and mourned.

Knowing that the old man was afraid of cremation, Qian Wen arranged for the burial, a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, singing birds and fragrant flowers.

.....................

When Qian Wen was 80 years old.

Cheng Jianjun invited him suddenly, saying that he had something to say to him.

Qian Wen was invited to leave. Looking at Cheng Jianjun in front of him, he felt that he was not in good condition and felt a little weak.

Prepare wine, prepare vegetables, one meat, one vegetarian, one peanut, it is extremely simple.

Qian Wen sat down, Cheng Jianjun didn't say anything, just poured wine for him, and the two drank three glasses in a row.

Jiu Zhuang was cowardly, and Cheng Jianjun spoke up.

Qian Wen, who was on the opposite side of the finger, thought about it for a while, saved his finger, and just looked at Qian Wendao, "You...I have been bullied by you all my life!"

Qian Wen's eyes were calm, he tasted the wine, regardless of whether Cheng Jianjun could understand it or not, he looked straight at him and said, "Because of me, you are still drinking with me now."

"Thank you." Cheng Jianjun twitched the corner of his mouth, took another glass of wine, put down the glass with a bang, looked at Qian Wen, and said as if keeping accounts, "I drove the car for you and did the errands.

I have managed charitable foundations, participated in the construction of hundreds of Hope Primary Schools, and rescued countless people in need. I have not flinched from natural and man-made disasters during the rescue process. I have been working for more than ten years.

Time flies, I was almost fifty at the time, and you sent me away with just one sentence and asked me to plant trees.

The yellow sand all over the sky, the Gobi that touches the sky, looking up... I was exiled.

I tried my best to earn money for you and do charity, but the result was that when I was about to turn 50, I was exiled, or exiled to a place where even birds don't shit. "

Qian Wen answered, and said calmly, "It's your stubbornness that dares to embezzle the company's funds for personal investment. I just let you plant trees, which is already cheap for you. That's a full 3000 million."

"I went back, and it only took a week." Cheng Jianjun quibbled.

"You continue." Qian Wen didn't intend to argue, it was meaningless, why Cheng Jianjun refused to accept it, why didn't he obediently go to the Gobi Desert to plant trees.

The process doesn't matter, he only cares about the result.

Cheng Jianjun gritted his teeth, "When I go, it takes ten years for one kind of tree, and the Gobi Desert has been planted green by me.

I'm sixty and it's time to retire.

I finally made it to retirement. I have worked hard all my life and saved some money. I want to enjoy my retirement life.

But you don't allow it.

They tortured me in another way, saying that being idle is idle, and insisting that I be the head of some orphanage..."

"I'm doing it for your own good, so that you can accumulate virtue for yourself."

"You fart!" Cheng Jianjun was so bold in front of Qian Wen for so many years.

Qian Wen paused, glanced at Cheng Jianjun, and looked him up and down, as if to say, you are fat, you are an old bone now, can you withstand my beating?
Cheng Jianjun was old-fashioned and stubborn, and snorted at Qian Wen, "What do you think, I'm already this age, and I'm not afraid of you."

I'm not afraid of you, Cheng Jianjun mustered up his courage to say that, his voice was trembling, the body's fear of Qian Wen was imprinted in his instinct.

Cheng Jianjun continued, "I was in my sixties at the time, and the country allowed me to rest, but you didn't allow me to go to an orphanage. I said no, and you didn't give me a chance to explain, so you beat me up.

I was running, but you chased and beat me.

I remember, you hit me with a belt.

What a hatred, what a grievance, I was already sixty at the time.

I run in front, you fight behind, I run, you fight. "

"Alas~~" Cheng Jianjun sighed for a while, no matter how desolate his memories are, he wiped away the sadness in his eyes, looked at Qian Wen and asked, "Just ask today, just because I made a speculative phone call back then, why don't you Beat me for the rest of my life?"

"Yes and no."

Qian Wen got up and left, Cheng Jianjun's son rushed to see him off, Cheng Jianjun's already cloudy eyes looked at the door, Qian Wen had gone far away, the door was empty, only the dust in the beam of light under the scorching sun was floating and spinning.

"It's been like this for a lifetime. I never thought that when I'm old and I'm leaving, the most unforgettable thing in my memory is you."

Cheng Jianjun raised his head, squinted his eyes slightly, and looked at the warm sun. A cloud drifted by, somewhat like Qian Wen. He slowly closed his eyes, "You have beaten me for the rest of my life! I really want to hit you, but I I just dare not mention it, hate it, hate it, hate it!"

Two weeks later, Cheng Jianjun entered the emergency room, and his life came to an end.

Half a month later, Cheng Jianjun passed away.

Qian Wen sighed, "Another one left."

It is inevitable to feel sad in my heart. After so many years, I have become a different kind of friend after not being friends.

Broken Hou left a few years ago, and also lived a long life,

...............

When Qian Wen was 88 years old.

Han Chunming passed away, and Su Meng became weaker and weaker.

No matter how much she raised her, she couldn't support her. In less than half a year, Su Meng passed away, and Qian Wen sighed.

...............

When Qian Wen was 90 years old.

Feeling that I don't have much time, I asked my youngest daughter to call my old friends Li Chengtao and Cai Xiaoli and his wife. Now the three of them are gray-haired.

Some pleasure and comfort, and a good mood.

In the next few days, Qian Wen went to see Meng Xiaoxing, sister Meng Xiaozao, and some old friends who were still alive.

They are all very good, they are all younger than him, they live a prosperous life, and they are full of children and grandchildren, but... they are all old, old, and some are deaf, and they have to roar to hear them.

For the rest of the day, Qian Wen spent time with his wife Guan Xiaoguan.

The three brothers and sisters Pengcheng, Zhengrong, and Shudao all came back somehow, with their little ones, holding back tears in their eyes, and forced a smile.

Slowly, the mansion became lively, grandchildren, grandchildren, grandchildren, children and grandchildren, looking at... it's so good.

Qian Wen didn't want them to come back, he watched everything that should be seen, and just left quietly.

At night, with his wife Guan Xiaoguan in his arms, the little lazy cat was already fast asleep, Qian Wen whispered in his ear, "After I leave, don't be sad, work hard, and give the old man a few more sticks of incense for me."

The sound faded away, and the sleeping little lazy cat suddenly opened its eyes, and said tearfully, "Why don't you go? Let's burn incense for grandpa together. Let's go see grandpa tomorrow, okay?"

Qian Wen was so weak that he rubbed his wife Guan Xiaoguan's head with all his strength, and smiled dotingly, "Okay, don't go, little lazy cat, meow."

"Meow~~"

...............

【Ding】

【The world mission is completed, the host returns!】

The sound of the system appeared, and Qian Wen, who was standing in the air, was awakened.

What enters the eyes is the familiar chaos, the familiar darkness, and the eternal loneliness.

It seemed that the moving meow was still lingering in his ears, and Qian Wen in the void sighed quietly.

Returning every time is the most excruciating, and there is an uncontrollable empty sadness in my heart.

In the boundless infinite space, Qian Wen stands quietly in the void, suspended.

Qian Wen sighed, "It's like this every time, if it weren't for having a memory register, a person would still have the spirit of a human being.

Old Man, Little Lazy Cat, Pengcheng, Zhengrong, Shu Dao, Chunming, Taozi, Su Meng, Cai Xiaoli, Broken Hou...

A lifetime, another lifetime. "

The system appears.

【Crossing the World: The World Under Zhengyangmen】

[The main task of the world under Zhengyangmen: the scenery under Zhengyangmen]

【Move with the mood of the host, feel under the Zhengyang Gate, and enjoy the scenery there.

Make friends with Han Chunming?Beat up the hateful Cheng Jianjun?Teach Su Meng?Lush the little lazy cat?To prevent Cai Xiaoli from stepping into the hot kang because of love and hatred?
Etc., etc………

Follow your heart! 】

Qian Wen sighed, "If you act according to your heart, you are afraid that if you act according to your heart, it will make you sad afterwards."

[Mission completed, mission reward: calculation is in progress. 】

[Moving according to the heart - the world under Zhengyangmen gave the task evaluation: 75 points. 】

[World Mainline Mission Reward: Heart Arsonist]

"Arsonist?" Qian Wen looked at Xinde's ability and shouted into the void, "System, please explain."

[Arsonist with Heart: The charm of the host will be magnified with his every move. [Only for women who have a crush on the host. 〕]

Qian Wen, "Breed-horse skill?"

System, [roll rough]

[Host, the system is about to register the world. 】

The system started to chase people away.

Qian Wen rubbed the center of his brows, his mind began to recall all kinds of things under the Zhengyang Gate, and said at the same time, "System, start registering."

Following Qian Wen's order.

[Ding! The world of 'Move with your heart - under the Zhengyangmen' is completed, and the host is registered in the memory of the world under the Zhengyangmen]

When the system sound fell, Qian Wen's eyes kept flashing all his memories of 'Under the Zhengyang Gate', and then they began to be lost bit by bit like a flood breaking an embankment.

Be with the old man for half a lifetime.

And Han Chunming, and Li Chengtao, and Cai Xiaoli, and Su Meng, and Cheng Jianjun, and Zattered Hou, and so on.

Guan Xiaoguan, the meow of the lazy cat.

Pengcheng, Zhengrong, Shu Road...

Memory loss is getting faster and faster.

Gradually, Qian Wen's memory of being under the Zhengyang Gate disappeared and was sealed.

[The memory registration of "The World Under the Zhengyang Gate" has been successfully registered. 】

"Move with your heart - the world under Zhengyangmen", these big characters are imprinted on the newly generated books, which is completely natural.

Looking at the books floating in front of him, an inexplicable sense of loss appeared in his heart. He sighed quietly, and with a wave of his hand, the books of the world that had already been written in volumes automatically flew into the bookshelf in the void.

There are 17 books in the bookshelf, all of which are his memories.

Looking at these things before, he couldn't help but wonder when the system would return his memory.

Looking at it again this time, he suddenly didn't want these memories anymore, because he had a faint fear, resistance, and the idea of ​​recovering the memories was not so deep.

"I don't know what will happen to me when the memories of so many worlds are fused, one world after another.

It should crash. "Qian Wen said to himself.

The most hurtful feelings in the world.

"System, show off all my abilities." Qian Wen shouted.

The system appeared and kicked out Qian Wen's personal ability panel.

【Ding】

[All abilities of the host]

[Host: Qian Wen. 】

[Ability: 1. Talent-Strong (formerly: a vigorous body)

2. Talent - animal affinity (basically has no effect on humans)

3. Talent-divine power-disability.

4. Talent - sixth sense - disabled.

5. Talent - Lucky for 1 minute (daily).

6. Skills - Miscellaneous - Juggling.

7. Talent - not on the look. (Any camera, camera mechanism, without the permission of the host, will not leave the slightest trace.)
8. Skills - Martial Arts (martial arts and medical skills learned in the mythical world)
9. Talent - excellent memory. (nearly photographic memory ability.”

10. Skills - hacking techniques.

11. Talent - Heart Arsonist: (The charm of the host will be magnified with every move. [Only for women who have a crush on the host])
[Card Pack: Fortune Card, Item Card]

Qian Wen remained silent for a moment, and the system appeared.

[Ding, is the host starting world travel? 】

Qian Wen, "..."

Are you in such a hurry?System how anxious you are.

"System, what is the next world?"

【Cross the ocean to see you】

"Zheng Chu, Su Mang, the little tadpole is looking for his father?"

"System, the player traveled across the ocean to see you."

【Across the ocean to see you playing】

　The copy of the world under Zhengyangmen is over.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)