Grandmaster of Heroes

　　Memory originates from the human brain, and as early as the 6th century BC, Parmonides proposed that memory is a mixture of light and dark matter. It exists in the mind. Some people may remember things about the age of three, and some people have forgotten things when they were six or seven years old.

　　 Someone’s memories are sparse and sparse, like clouds and mist, and occasionally they can recall memories for a long time, but most of them are confused.

　　Some people can remember things from their previous lives.

　　 Xu Zhi exclaimed, and the man slammed up from the bed, his chest trembling, and there seemed to be something coming out of it.

　　He touched the corner of his mouth, there was no blood foam, and there was a trace of anxiety in his heart.

　　 has been in this world for more than ten years, Xu Zhi broke his finger, ten are not enough, and repeated it again, fourteen years, exactly fourteen years.

　　The past flashed in his mind one by one, he wiped his eyes vigorously. In the past, he would rather that the world is now a dream, there is always a trace that may wake up from the dream.

　　 But this is a real world after all.

　　 And it has been 14 years.

Not a big room, with a bed, a worn wardrobe, a fire place, a pot and pots by the window, and a little cubicle outside, which is the orientation of the toilet and out door .

　　Behind the door, a color photo of an old man was posted on it. The old man on the photo was full of energy and smiled with sunshine. A rectangular piece of wood is nailed underneath the photo, and a small incense burner and an ashes box are placed on the shelf. Some incense ash remains in the incense burner, and a scent of incense burns slowly, giving off a hint of sandalwood.

　　 "The old man has passed away for two years."

　　Xu Zhi stared at the portrait of the old man, and the memory appeared again.

　　Last life, this life.

　　 is not a smart reincarnation technique. Xu Zhi was born without knowing where his parents were. He was an abandoned baby. He grew up in an orphanage and grew up a little. These children will be adopted by people in need.

The old man surnamed Xu Mingzheng was a veteran. He also had a fate with Xu Zheng. Xu Zheng only passed the welfare institution to visit his comrade-in-arms. As a result, Xu Zhi, who was only two years old, held Xu Zheng's legs and feet until welfare. The door of the courtyard is still hanging on the trousers of others.

　　Xu Zheng, who is in his fifties, had adopted it. Anyway, if he had no children and no daughters under his knees, the government’s retirement pension would also be adequate and meet the conditions for adoption. It wouldn’t be a problem to add such a child.

　　 Xu Zhi naturally followed Xu Zheng's surname.

　　 As a man, he walked straight, it was Xu Zheng's philosophy, and the origin of Xu Zhi's name was not surprising.

　　The dilapidated house is Xu Zheng’s residence. Xu Zhi has been in this room for twelve years, bearing too much memory.

　　 turned on the light, the room light suddenly brightened up, look at the alarm clock, at 5.30 am, and after a while, the sky will be bright again.

　　 Xu Zhi touched his chest. It used to seem that there was something that was always going to pop out of the bulge. Now it is flat and smooth. It is the delicate body of youth and youth. There is no trace of it.

　　 is slightly thin, with a long and narrow face, and eyebrows like blades. He straightly took the mirror. His eyes in the mirror are divine, not as congested as before, but he always feels that he seems to have some more, but it is not clear.

　　Not mentioning the self in the memory of the previous life, it seems that this rebirth with memory or similar crossing does not bring Xu Zhi any benefit.

　　Different cultures, different languages, all previous experience seems to be difficult.

　　It is not possible to be a genius prodigy.

　　 I thought that when Luo Binwang was seven years old, a song about geese was a shocking four, which was known as a prodigy. Xu Zhi also wanted to be a child prodigy and bring some surprise to himself or those around him. However, he couldn't translate even an ancient poem as simple as a goose.

　　 Of course, this is if the first sentence of "goose, goose, goose" is not counted, after all, this paragraph is still easy to translate. I thought that he had learned English for more than ten years at that time, and he could easily translate this first sentence without going through thousands of degrees. Of course, the second sentence would have to be jammed, and it was still very dead.

　　The language is different, there is a complete difference between the ordinary language, the rhyme and the meaning. Even if it can be translated, it is impossible for Yong Ge to shine in this world.

　　 Xu Zhi racked his brain and did not think of any special way to make his life lead the way.

　　Ordinary people no matter where they are, they all seem bland.

　　Perhaps a safe and steady life is also very good.

　　After regaining his memory at the age of six, Xu Zhi held this idea. In order to avoid old man stick education, Xu Zhi also performed well. At least, he was more obedient than children of the same age. There is an adult's thought in his head, which is of course a little good.

　　 Of course, there are some disadvantages that he accepts some new things that are slower than a child. This makes him a little annoyed, but there is no way. The minds of adults are complex and diversified, not as purely as children.

　　 After many years, he has begun to meditate and slowly learn everything in this world.

Since 　　 is here, I can only adapt. The old man Xu is Xu Zhi's only reliance, and he is also the closest person in the world. Looking at the smiling pictures of the old man, Xu Zhi felt sad.

　　 When Xu Zheng died, he was twelve years old. After returning from school, he saw the old man's dry body. His heart was like the old man's body. UU Kanshu www.uukanshu.com was cold and silent. Since that day, Xu Zhi has suffered from nightmares and hemoptysis.

　　 is a disease and can be cured without money.

　　 He went to the school doctor's office for a complete physical examination, blood test, whole body X-ray, CT, and all the verifications obtained were normal and healthy and can no longer be healthy.

　　 "Maybe, the old man is too lonely below, greet me."

　　Since he couldn't see what was wrong, Xu Zhi also looked very lightly. After a lifetime, he looked lightly at life and death, and could live. He must be alive and well. If one day of death came, he would also face it lightly.

　　 Living two lives, it was originally earned, and there is nothing to be satisfied. This is not a mythological world. The world full of countless fairy ghosts and monsters is the earth of the previous life. Those things only exist in myths and legends.

　　 Repeated reincarnation once, was already a gift from God.

　　 He was just a little butterfly on the planet, was gently fanned out of the earth, and came here inexplicably, perhaps, even the waves would not be alarmed, and would disappear in the dust of history again.

　　 Xu looked straight out the window. It was six o'clock, the sun was shining, the early sun slowly rose across the horizon, and a new day came.

　　Many old ladies started to go out to exercise, some wielded swords, some held stone lions, and some screwed nearly a hundred pounds of bluestone.

　　An old lady in red pressed the button of the speaker.

　　 The brisk melody sounded and filled the morning mist.

　　 Everyone was jumping and tidy.

　　 Square dance!

Xu Zhi said with emotion, he glanced at the bottom of the bed. The old man used to play square dance with alloy wrought iron rods. His arms were thin and thick, two meters, three or four long, and 138 pounds. He was lying quietly on the bottom of the bed. .

　　 Mouth deflated, he brushed away.