My balcony connects the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 1 Begins
"Wei Cheng, are you sure you don't want a house?"

"Well, no more, I plan to go back to my hometown, and leave this house to you."

The balcony was filled with smog, and the man's back was a bit bleak, and the response was not loud, but very firm.

The woman sitting in the living room frowned slightly, nodded, picked up the LV bag on the table, and said, "Since we have broken up, I still have to say a few words."

The cigarette in the man's hand flicked lightly, and the ash bounced into a jar of eight-treasure porridge. He looked back at the woman, his bloodshot eyes revealing a bit of self-deprecation.

The woman looked at him with a visibly startled expression, and couldn't help but take back what she had said.

After a pause, she said, "It's fine to go back to your hometown. You can take a good rest for a while. I'll take care of the follow-up matters in the studio."

The man looked at her, and nodded after a while, "Alright, it's more convenient for you to connect."

It seemed that there was something in the words. The woman in the living room bit her lip and wanted to refute a few words, but she always felt powerless.

At the end, she said coldly: "At least he is more responsible than you." After speaking, she slammed the door with her bag in her hand and left.

The man looked at her leaving back with a bitter smile on his lips.

"Are you responsible, hehe..."

The man didn't refute, because he had already given up. He was betrayed by the woman he once loved the most, and was poached by the brother he trusted the most. His heart had already lost its temperature when he learned the truth of the matter.

Wei Cheng raised his head and looked in the direction of his hometown.

After his parents left, the only thing left to him was the house in his hometown.

He was homesick, and the warm picture of a family of three living together when he was a child appeared in his mind, and he suddenly felt so stupid.

What do you do with making so much money? Because of work, when his parents are around, he can't always be by his side.

Until now, when his parents left and his hard-working studio was handed over to others, he realized that he really had nothing.

Fortunately, he was still young, and this sad emotion was only fleeting.

Going back to his hometown is just a temporary forbearance, Wei Cheng feels that he needs to take a good look at his future.

He is only 25 years old now, and he has not yet reached the age of disillusionment. He still has a great future and a bright future.

There doesn't seem to be much luggage, just a few clothes, ID and mobile phone.

Getting on the bullet train back to his hometown, Wei Cheng was a little groggy all the way.

My hometown is located in the outskirts of Yuncheng. The old house is a small three-story bungalow built by my father when he was young.

There is a courtyard of about 200 square meters at the front and back of the bungalow, with a typical antique three-entry mansion style design, two ridges of grape trellises, three depressions of small vegetable plots, a well next to it, connected to a pressurized water pump on the side, and next to the pressurized water pump is cement for washing and washing vegetables table.

It's still a familiar scene, and it's still a familiar smell, but unfortunately, things have changed.

Wei Cheng tried to press the water pump, and the rusty water pump squeaked, and cold well water gushed out of the water outlet. It was a bit cloudy at first, but later it was extremely clear, with a hint of coolness, dispelling some heat.

He picked up a pool of well water and wiped the sweat off his face casually, and poured the remaining water in the bucket to the roots of the vines. The withered vines seemed to be rejuvenated instantly, and the water was absorbed at a speed visible to the naked eye. do.

The small vegetable field was full of weeds, Wei Cheng remembered what his mother said.I plan to take the time to get rid of the grass, and plant some vegetables such as shallots and cucumbers by the way.

Pulling the suitcase into the small building, the living room on the first floor is still the same. The federal chair bought more than ten years ago is covered with a dustproof cloth. The ornamental fish tank where my father raises fish has become a nest of spiders. There are rows of cat footprints on the ground. There are still a few dried cat poops in the corner.

Wei Cheng looked at the house that had not been lived in for more than a year, and felt numb for a while, not knowing where to start cleaning it up.

【the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero……】

"Hello, Uncle Zhou."

"Is it Xiao Cheng? What's the situation? You don't make traditional Chinese medicine pills anymore?"

Wei Cheng frowned, nodded and said, "Uncle Zhou, the studio is no longer mine, and you know that there are fewer and fewer people who believe in ancient Chinese medicine, and there is no market for ancient prescriptions. matter."

"No, others don't believe it, but I believe it. The liver protection pill you made for me is good. I want to have another three courses of treatment."

Wei Cheng sighed lightly, and said: "Well, I've handed over the studio. If you want liver protection pills, I can make a batch for you in private. It doesn't matter if it's money or not. I introduce clients, and I will not be so smooth in the past few years."

"Well, what happened to your kid, do you want me to help?"

"No need, it's just that my career has encountered a bottleneck. In fact, I have expected it a long time ago."

"Okay then, bring your fiancée to my house for dinner later, your sister-in-law has been talking about your ancient facial mask used by Empress Dowager Cixi."

Wei Cheng smiled awkwardly, his fiancée had already broken up, how could he take her there, but he still responded with a smile.When I plan to make liver protection pills later, I will make some ointment for external application and send them along.

hang up the phone.

Wei Cheng started to clean the house.

It is mainly the bedroom and study room on the second floor, and other places can be put away first, and the place to live should not be sloppy.

It was night and I was exhausted.

Wei Cheng went to the small restaurant at the entrance of the village to have dinner, and bought some daily necessities, drinks and snacks from the small shop by the way.

When I got home, I leaned lazily on the sofa and turned on the TV.

"Prime Minister, Cao Cao has no wife or family in Beijing and lives alone in his apartment. You can send someone to summon him. If he is willing to come, he will offer a knife. If he refuses to come, he will undoubtedly be assassinated."

Wei Cheng raised his eyes and saw Li Ru dressed in blue on the TV offering advice to Dong Zhuo, and Lu Bu, the slave of the three surnames, was about to step forward.

This is Wei Cheng's only pastime. He has watched this version of Romance of the Three Kingdoms no less than twenty times.

Suddenly, the TV flashed fiercely.

Wei Cheng's expression changed, and he felt numbness in the soles of his feet. He lowered his head and saw that the Coke bottle he had placed by his feet had fallen down. The Coke poured in through the gaps in the sockets on the ground, sparks followed by lightning for a while.

He didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly ran towards the open balcony, but the light on the balcony was also on, the wire shorted out, the light bulb exploded instantly, and a strong electric current shot directly at him.

Wei Cheng instinctively supported the aluminum alloy door frame... Bang Bang Bang... Zila Zila Zila...

The door frame has good electrical conductivity, and Wei Cheng saw a strange scene just after the current passed.

The glass on the door suddenly flashed the picture just shown on TV, Cao Cao, who failed in the assassination, was galloping out of the city on his horse.

Before Wei Cheng could react, his whole body was numb, his feet slipped, and he fell towards the glass door.

hum!
A strange scene appeared, Wei Cheng fell on the glass, but his whole body was directly swallowed by the glass.

Electric sparks surged in the room, as if it was a large-scale Tesla experiment site, with countless currents surging through the TV and door frames.

It took about ten or so breaths before the current finally stabilized.

The 94 version of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" continued to be played on the TV, but the people watching the TV had disappeared, and there were only scattered potato chips on the sofa, and a puddle of liquid on the ground with residual temperature and Xingxu current...

(End of this chapter)