I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

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The song is played in midsummer.

The shadow of the mother-in-law and the rustling eucalyptus. The occasional wind and steel cement, revealing the unknown fragrance and refreshing.

It belongs to a flower, or someone.

The white floral dress is like a blooming lily, swaying the taste of first love. The quiet and pretty face under the window always talks about a fury, a smile, and sometimes a sadness to a paper novel.

Good

It would be nice if I were the book.

"Hey, Jiang Chen, drooling." Zhao Peng's kid got in the ear of Jiang Chen, screaming and squeezing him.

"The mud played Kai." Jiang Chen gave him a look, then slightly sideways, kneeling on the table to sleep.

It seems as if it was just inadvertently facing the other side.

"Cough, I said. You like Tao Tingting to chase, hehe--!" Jiang Chen jumped up and grabbed the mouth of the party.

"What you are embarrassed is to die!" Jiang Chen turned the neck of Zhao Peng's boy, and his face flushed against Zhao Peng's kid.

Zhao Peng’s face was full of sly expressions, and he was desperately trying to turn his eyes and blame.

The girls at the front desk turned around and sent out to watch the two men play treasures, and made a laugh and laugh. The boys who had a good relationship with Jiang Chen and Zhao Peng immediately came up and shouted.

As if attracted by the noise, the goddess noticed this.

It was a slightly confused sight.

Jiang Chen felt that his heartbeat was stopping.

The root of the ear begins to heat up.

Oops, the skin is warming up.

Tao Tingting seemed to think that the classroom was too noisy, so she closed the book and quietly left the classroom.

"Ah! Lying in the trough, are you using your teeth?!" Jiang Chen painfully slammed his hand and opened Zhao Peng's kid.

"Day, you tmd almost killed me." Zhao Peng gasped and held his chest, and turned his eyes to Jiang Chen.

The boys saw no good play, so they all laughed and spread. The two girls at the front desk also began to discuss the TV drama last night, and everything in the classroom returned to calm.

just. At the window sill, only the curtains that were lightly rolled by the breeze were left.

Everyday and day after day, it is full and as always.

I always feel that this is like a deja vu, and it seems to have happened the same.

-

June 11, 2171, summer.

The first summer vacation in high school is coming. It won't take long for the exam.

I peeked at her again today.

Obviously, I made up my mind to bury my feelings in my heart.

No, no, or as Zhao Peng’s kid said, should I chase her?

No, no, it’s too hard for her to be so beautiful. The results are so good, there are definitely many people who like her. If I rashly refused, then I can't even do it with my friends.

Huh? It seems that he is not a friend.

"Ah, ah." Jiang Chen slammed the diary on the bed behind him, then squatted on the table and hugged his head with his hand.

Absolutely! If this diary is left in the future, it will definitely become a black history! I am dead. No, grass! Laozi, a man, is tangled up! Like to qj, what is the use of confession? If you can't catch up, you can sleep. If you can't sleep, you can take medicine. If you break up, you will take photos. Even the prisons look down on them. Still dare to say that she likes her! There is a hair in the tangled!

Hey, it seems to be mixed into a strange paragraph?

Sure enough, it is still tangled.

Looking at the electronic clock on the table, Jiang Chen was dumbless.

After a while, he recovered from this unnatural state.

"Is this the so-called adolescent trouble?" After a moment of indulging, Jiang Chen sighed and scratched his messy hair with his hand.

Huh? Am I not a short hair? Jiang Chen groaned and his hand stopped unconsciously.

It should be an illusion, who would be willing to shave such a ugly short.

"Speaking, when did I start to write a diary? What is the meaning of this kind of thing. Is it embarrassing to keep yourself in the future?" Jiang Chen once again scanned the electronic clock and sighed.

"It’s already eight o'clock. Forget it, don't want her, go watch a TV and relax."

Think of this. Jiang Chen stood up and stretched out the stiff limbs and then walked to the living room.

Because it is a person who goes to school outside, so my parents are not around. When did this kind of thing start?

It seems that Gao Yi just started.

A clear memory instantly came to mind and filled the gap that was slightly violated.

Walk into the kitchen. Jiang Chen opened the door of the refrigerator and took a bottle of Coke from it and walked to the living room.

Sitting on a soft sofa, took the cup on the coffee table, poured a Coke for himself, and then he pressed the remote control in his hand.

The staggered light and shadow weaves into a light blue screen, just like the same window, behind which is a scene.

The TV series just started.

-

"Giggle, it won't let you go easily until the training is complete." The woman exchanged the position of the lower legs, and the color of the white flowers once again allowed Ryan's heart to be uncontrollably agitated. The slender jade handed lazily on her beautiful face and leaned on the arm of the aristocratic chair. That gesture is like a decadent and beautiful Gothic aristocrat.

"Would you like to know your status at the moment?"

Ryan felt a sinister smile on the beautiful and beautiful face. His throat was moving and he tried to make his vision clearer, but it was a little futile. This feeling is very bad, as if you are lying on the chopping board.

"Look at your feet."

Ryan subconsciously moved his gaze down, only to see his feet at the moment being soaked in the shallow pool with some petals floating. Was the fragrance of the night come from the feet? He analyzed it with a groggy consciousness.

Through the reflection in the pool, he blurted his situation. At this moment, it seems that he was tied to a cross, and his hands and feet were firmly tied by the thin chain. However, it is amazing, I do not know what is the use of the law, he actually did not feel the congestion.

"Don't you feel beautiful?"

-

"The Ashes Empire" seems to be a very popular TV series recently. The two girls at the front desk today are discussing the story of this TV series.

Jiang Chen thought twice, then looked at the screen with his empty eyes.

The steampunk-style TV series adapted from a novel should be something primitive. However, the popularity of such TV dramas is unexpected. Under the effect of holographic projection, it seems to be standing on the scene of the plot.

It stands to reason that the playback should be a very exciting scene. It doesn't matter if this kind of thing is released on TV?

However, Jiang Chen did not know why he couldn’t afford to be completely interested. He just looked at it with no eyes and even had the illusion of wanting to yawn.

The guy named Ryan should be bitten by the vampire next time, but it shouldn't die, because according to the wait, how is this story so familiar? Shameless plagiarism

Jiang Chen snorted, then picked up the cup and took a cola, and the brow wrinkled unconsciously.

"Is I like to drink Coke?" He just took a bottle of consciousness from the refrigerator.

When the words were just exported, he realized that the question was a bit stupid.

The story on the screen continues.

Ryan really didn't die, the vampire only sucked a part of the blood from him. Then, Ryan was taken away by the vampire's maid, and the TV series began to play the staff table.

Also, if the protagonist is dead, how can the story continue?

Turned off the TV, Jiang Chen aimed at the clock.

Already this is the point, then go to sleep, think so, Jiang Chen got up and walked to the bedroom.

When he saw the diary on the bed, he hesitated for a moment and still sighed.

"Sure enough, I still want to tear it off. If the diary of the shame is seen by people, it is better to die." Jiang Chen smiled and walked over and picked up the diary.

With a bang, the piece of paper was torn off, then smashed into a ball and thrown into the trash can at the table. From the spine of the diary, you can see the jaggedness of many papers. It can be seen that this is not the first time he has destroyed the black history.

Throwing the diary on the table and throwing it down on the bed, Jiang Chen buried his sleepy head into the pillow. He got a sigh of relief when he gathered the soft pillow.

In short, come here today.

Try to confess to her tomorrow tomorrow.

Even if it is rejected, at least no regrets.

In this way, with a sigh of hope and hope, the adolescent boy slept heavily.

The electronic watch on the table, silently beating the cold characters.

11:59

12:00

The green light on the side of the electronic watch flashed insignificantly.

It seems to be premeditated. The diary lying on the table was blown open by the wind. (To be continued.)

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