one person's life

Chapter 1
On the fourteenth day of the eighth lunar month in 1995, the season was Bailu.It was neither cold nor hot in Suzhou on this day. It was the beginning of the school year, and there were only a few people standing on the playground of Suzhou No. [-] Middle School.

Today is International Literacy Day, and it is also the opening ceremony of No. [-] Middle School. As soon as about [-] students packed their luggage in the dormitory, they were called to the playground by a loudspeaker.The freshmen had just been divided into classes, and they were not familiar with each other. They just stood in an orderly manner. The sophomores and seniors were already noisy.

Tang Muzhi was mixed in the freshmen team, looking at a few seniors who were dressed in a fashionable way, thinking that these clothes were really fashionable in this era. Their hair was so long that it almost covered their eyebrows. There were many girls in the first year of high school looking at them. They covered their mouths and talked, and it looked like they were quite excited.Tang Muzhi thought to himself, what does this mean? In a few years there will be a rise of the "Zirty Family", and that will be the time for you to scream at the top of your lungs.

He was an ordinary young man in the 21st century. Unexpectedly, he had a good dream one night and didn't wake up the next day.After struggling for an unknown amount of time in a small, dark but warm place, he suddenly felt a sense of relief. He opened his eyes wide and saw a man in a white coat.In this way, in this life, Tang Muzhi was born, in the cold winter of [-].

Principal Qian Pokong came on stage and spoke a few words, followed by the vice principal, and then the dean of students... Tang Muzhi listened carefully for a while and found that just like in his previous life, everyone was talking about the same thing.Obviously, the students in the first year of high school were not all fools and deaf, and they gradually stopped listening, and started talking to the people next to them without saying a word.

There was no one around to talk to Tang Muzhi, which was true. Tang Muzhi was probably one of the shabbiest people in Suzhou No. [-] Middle School. He was tall, and his clothes and trousers didn't fit him for a long time. They were washed and turned white. There are still a lot of holes, and the hair looks like it has been cut hastily and is messy. One can tell at a glance that this is a completely childless person.Coupled with the expressionless face of this person, one can tell at a glance that he is a dull-witted gourd.

Tang Muzhi didn't care. He lowered his head and looked at the "cropped pants" that exposed his ankles and thought: I am considered fashionable too.

Just as he was thinking about it, the dean of students on the stage said enthusiastically: "Students! Here we invite our school's newly hired cultural and sports teacher, the famous qigong master in the south and martial artist Chen Hongzhi, Teacher Chen. Welcome!"

There was an uproar in the audience, and many students were already excited.In Suzhou, new things are introduced slowly and the heat fades slowly. These days, many people in the south don't practice this kind of thing. I didn't expect that these masters could still make a living when they came to the northwest.

Tang Muzhi raised his head. He was not too close to the rostrum, but because of his excellent eyesight and the fact that it was a sunny day today, he could see the expressions and movements of the people on the stage.

This Chen Hongzhi doesn't look very old, about 50 years old, wearing a black suit, with sunken eye sockets, a little bald head, but a rosy complexion.He took very long steps and reached the rostrum in just a few steps. He smiled and waved - there was applause from the rostrum, because he walked vigorously in these few steps, giving people the impression that he was in good spirits, and he was in the same league as those on campus. Leadership is not the same.

Chen Hongzhi said hello in Xiaoxiang dialect and started talking about martial arts, qigong, etc., and then talked about physical things such as wave-particle duality, which frightened everyone on and off the stage. Tang Muzhi rolled his eyes. , today is Literacy Day, bring this kind of thing to the table and talk about it.

"... Belief is the root of Tao, and respect is the root of virtue! That is to say, we young people should have a scientific, truth-seeking and respectful attitude towards traditional culture... There is a British scientist named Robert, who said that Qi is..."

This person talked for a full 10 minutes. Tang Muzhi felt like his eyelids were fighting. The classmates around him were either listening carefully or chatting enthusiastically.Chen Hongzhi went down, and only then did Tang Muzhi see someone standing behind him.

"Who is this? Ugh!" The classmate in front of Tang Mu yawned and suddenly stopped as if he had seen something strange.

When I looked towards the stage again, I realized that the figure was staggeringly following the master just now. When I took a closer look, it turned out that it was not a human!
Under the clear sky and without any building to block it, why was this man so black that he looked like a shadow?

Cold!Tang Muzhi suddenly got goosebumps. He looked around and found that no one saw the standing shadow.

In fact, he has encountered this kind of situation more than once. Perhaps because of time travel, Tang Muzhi can see things that some people can't see when he was a child. Some "unclean" things, that is, ghosts and the like, may be caused by some mutations caused by him occupying the body of a child with an adult soul.

He quickly calmed down, remembering that a male classmate in front of him just now seemed to have seen that ghost, this person didn't show much after being a little surprised, and it wasn't the first time he met him.Once a person's eyes are good, other sensory organs seem to be not bad. Tang Muzhi not only has a pair of good eyes, but also a pair of good ears.

The one who spoke before was a boy in front of him to his right, about [-] or [-] years old, a classmate, probably named Guang Shao.

It's rare to have a surname alone, and there may be only ten thousand people in the whole country, so Tang Muzhi remembers it clearly. This person seems to have a good family background, good grades, second or third in grade.

As if sensing the prying eyes, Guang Shao turned around and met Tang Muzhi's eyes.

"Hello." Guang Shao smiled, moved quietly to Tang Muzhi's side, and whispered: "Can you see? His eyes are like lightning! Which sect are you a master of?"

"Ah?" Tang Muzhi didn't know why.

Guang Shao next to him was also stunned, "Innate?"

"...Yes." Tang Muzhi thought he was asking about "being born with the ability to see ghosts."

"Oh, we are the same kind. I am also innate." Guang Shao held a fan in his hand and pretended to fan himself coolly. "Then you have never practiced Qi?"

Tang Muzhi thought he was talking about qigong, so he replied, "No."

"Have you ever practiced kung fu on your eyes?"

"No."

"Huh? That's weird?" Guang Shao looked at him with disbelief. "This is 100 meters away from the rostrum. You can see the Yin Shen from here, and it makes my hair stand on end. You haven't practiced your eyesight, so I don't believe it."

Tang Muzhi felt that he seemed to have some misunderstanding, and hurriedly said: "No, what is the Yin Shen? And why is it okay if I stare at others?"

Guang Shao looked at him and then sighed: "It seems that you really don't know. You thought you met a disciple from a famous family today."

Guang Shao looked at him, and he looked at Guang Shao.Not only does this man have a strange name, but he is also dressed strangely: he is shaking a fan in his right hand, and holding these two delicate walnuts in his left hand. They look expensive, but they are actually "Wu Pan"!The two walnuts made a clanging sound.There is a pair of black-rimmed round glasses hanging on his head. He doesn't look like a student, but rather like the old scholar he saw walking in the park in Baijing in his previous life.

(End of this chapter)