Spirit Realm Walker

Songhai City.

At 7:30 in the morning, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly woke up on the soft big bed in the dark room, covering his head and arching his body like a shrimp.

My headache felt like it was about to split, my head felt like there were steel needles embedded in it, my painful scalp was twitching, so much so that I had auditory hallucinations and hallucinations, chaotic pictures flashed through my mind, and my ears were filled with noisy and meaningless words. noise.

Zhang Yuanqing knew that the old disease had returned.

He climbed up from the bed shakily, opened the drawer of the bedside table, tremblingly touched the medicine bottle, unscrewed it eagerly, poured five or six small blue pills, and swallowed them whole.

Then, he threw himself back on the bed, gasping for breath and enduring the severe pain.

After more than ten seconds, the soul-rending headache weakened and then subsided. .

"Huh..." Zhang Yuanqing exhaled with relief, his head covered in cold sweat.

When he was in high school, he contracted a strange disease. The symptoms were that his brain uncontrollably recalled all past memories, including forgotten junk information; he uncontrollably collected and analyzed external information; and his brain had incredible control over his body. Degree.

Fortunately, this state cannot last long before the body becomes overwhelmed.

It was precisely because of this ability that he was admitted to Songhai University, a prestigious university ranked among the top in the country.

Zhang Yuanqing called this state brain overload. He thought he might evolve into a superman, but he frequently interrupted because his body could not support this evolution.

When he told the doctor about this speculation, the doctor said he didn't understand, but was shocked and suggested that he go to the psychiatric department downstairs.

In short, the hospital could not find the cause. Later, his mother brought him special medicine from abroad, and his condition was under control. As long as he took medicine regularly, he would not have an attack.

"I must have not had a good rest last night. I was too tired. It's all Jiang Yubai's fault. He insisted on coming to my room to play games in the middle of the night..."

Although he said this, his heart felt heavy because Zhang Yuanqing knew that the effect of the medicine was beginning to weaken and his illness was getting worse.

"The dose of medicine will need to be increased in the future..." Zhang Yuanqing put on his cotton slippers, came to the window, and opened the curtain with a 'swipe'.

Sunlight rushes in, filling the room.

In April in Songhai City, the spring scenery is bright and the oncoming morning breeze is cool and comfortable.

"Boom!"

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and grandma shouted outside the door:

"Motoko, wake up."

"I can't afford it!" Zhang Yuanqing refused ruthlessly. He wanted to go back to sleep.

Spring is beautiful and it’s the weekend. Wouldn’t it be a waste of life not to sleep in?

"Give you three minutes. If you don't get up, I'll wake you up."

Grandma was even more ruthless.

"I know, I know..." Zhang Yuanqing immediately surrendered.

He knew that his grumpy grandmother was really capable of such a thing.

When Zhang Yuanqing was still in elementary school, his father died in a car accident. His strong-willed mother did not remarry, so she brought her son back to Songhai to settle down, leaving him in the care of his grandparents.

She plunged into her career and became a strong woman praised by her relatives.

Later, her mother bought a house herself, but Zhang Yuanqing didn't like the empty flat floor, so she still lived with her grandparents.

Anyway, my mother leaves early and comes back late every day. She goes on business trips every now and then. She focuses on her career. Even if she doesn’t work overtime on weekends, she still orders takeout when it’s time for meals.

What he said most to his son was, "If you have enough money, you have to tell your mother if you don't have enough." A strong woman mother who can satisfy you financially sounds very good.

But Zhang Yuanqing always smiled and said to his mother: The pocket money given by grandma and aunt is enough.

Well, there is also my aunt.

The woman who insisted on coming to his room to play games last night was his aunt.

Zhang Yuanqing yawned, turned on the bedroom door handle, and came to the living room.

The house in my grandmother's house has an area of ​​150 square meters including the shared area. When he sold his old house to buy this new house, Zhang Yuanqing remembered that it cost more than 40,000 yuan per square meter.

Six or seven years later, the house price in this community has now risen to 110,000 yuan per square meter, nearly tripling.

Fortunately, his grandfather had the foresight to change it to the old house. Zhang Yuanqing could only sleep in the living room. After all, he had grown up and could no longer sleep with his aunt.

On the long dining table next to the living room, the person who caused his headache was sipping porridge with his pink slippers curled up on the bottom of the table.

Her facial features are exquisite and beautiful, her round oval face looks quite sweet, and she has a tear mole on the corner of her right eye.

Because she had just gotten up, her big fluffy and messy waves were spreading, making her a little more lazy and charming.

His aunt's name is Jiang Yuyi, and she is four years older than him.

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing come out, my aunt licked the porridge on her lips and said in surprise:

"Hey, it's not like you to get up so early."

"Your mother did a good job."

"Why are you swearing?"

"I'm just telling the truth."

Zhang Yuanqing looked at his aunt's pretty face, which was full of energy and bright.

It is said that the night will not be kind to those who stay up late, it will give you dark circles, but this law does not seem to apply to the woman in front of you.

Grandma in the kitchen heard the noise and stuck her head out to take a look. After a while, she came out with a bowl of porridge.

Grandma has silver strands in her black hair and sharp eyes. At first glance, she looks like an old lady with a bad temper.

Although her loose skin and shallow wrinkles took away her elegance, she could still vaguely see that she had good looks when she was young.

Zhang Yuanqing took the porridge from his grandmother, took a sip and said:

"Where's grandpa?"

"Going out for a walk." Grandma said.

My grandfather is a retired criminal policeman. Even though he is older, his life is still very regular. He must go to bed at ten o'clock every night and wake up at six o'clock in the morning.

The beautiful aunt drank the porridge and said with a smile:

"After breakfast, Auntie will take you to the mall to buy clothes."

Are you so kind? Zhang Yuanqing was about to agree when the grandmother beside him gave him a murderous look:

"Break the dog's legs if you dare to go."

"Mom, why are you like this?" the aunt said with a bitch look on her face: "I just want to buy some spring clothes for Motoko, but you are not happy? Although my nephew has a foreign name, he is still dear~"

Grandma tried her best to overcome all obstacles, "You also want to have your legs broken?"

The aunt curled her lips and lowered her head to drink the porridge.

As soon as Zhang Yuanqing heard about the game between mother and daughter, he knew that his grandmother must have arranged a blind date for his aunt again, and the eccentric aunt wanted to get him to stir up the troubled waters.

This is how it was done in the past. I took my nephew on a blind date. After sitting there for a few minutes, my socially awkward nephew would find a date. The two men had a great time talking about everything from people's livelihood plans to the world structure. There was nothing wrong with her in the whole process. thing.

All she needs to do is drink and play with her mobile phone, and her blind date will feel that she has shown enough social experience and knowledge in front of the beauty, so she will feel happy and feel good about herself.

Jiang Yuyi has been cute and cute since she was a child. She is the object of praise from her neighbors. She is good-looking, sweet and well-behaved, and is very popular with her elders.

Of course, my grandmother had to strictly guard against such a beautiful girl. When she was in junior high school, she warned her not to fall in love early or hang out with male classmates.

As expected, her youngest daughter did not disappoint her. She never had a boyfriend until she graduated from college. But once she entered society, especially after her 25th birthday at the beginning of the year, her grandmother became a little unable to sit still.

My heart says that I just don’t let you fall in love prematurely, and I don’t want you to be a leftover girl. How many years can a woman stay young?

So I called together old sisters to collect information about young talents from all over the world, and arranged a blind date for my daughter.

"Grandma, it's clear that she still doesn't want to talk to someone. It's not sweet to be so coquettish." Zhang Yuanqing introduced himself while chewing the buns:

"Why don't you help me arrange a blind date? I'm so sweet."

Grandma said angrily: "You are still young, why are you so anxious? There are only female classmates in college, and you don't know how to find one? If you make trouble again, be careful and I will beat you up."

Grandma is a southern woman, but her temper is not gentle at all, she is extremely hot-tempered.

Even Zhang Yuanqing's mother, a career woman, did not dare to contradict her grandmother.

When I grow up, okay, I have been a craftsman for several years... Zhang Yuanqing murmured in his heart.

After breakfast, my aunt went back to her room to change clothes, put on makeup, and go out on a blind date at the strong request of her grandma.

The aunt put on light makeup, which made her look even more beautiful.

The fluffy round-neck sweater is paired with a long jacket, and the light-colored narrow-mouth jeans wrap up the two long legs, which are well-proportioned and round. The narrow trousers are tucked into black Martin boots.

The forest style simple style of dress is neither glamorous nor flashy, but also very refined.

The aunt gave him a "you know" look, carried her bag, and went out with her waist twisted:

"Mom, I'm going on a blind date."

Zhang Yuanqing returned to the room and quickly put on a black T-shirt, a jacket, and running shoes.

After a few minutes, he opened the bedroom door.

Grandma was cleaning in the living room. When she saw him coming out, she stopped what she was doing and looked at him silently.

Zhang Yuanqing imitated his aunt's tone:

"Mom, I'm going on a blind date too."

"Come back." Grandma raised her broom and threatened: "If you dare to step out of this door, your dog's legs will be broken."

"Okay!" Zhang Yuanqing returned to the bedroom calmly.

Sitting at the desk, he held his mobile phone and sent a message to his aunt:

"Died before leaving the army, it makes the hero burst into tears."

"speak English!"

My aunt was probably driving, and her reply was concise and to the point.

"I was stopped at home by my grandma. You should go on a blind date by yourself."

My aunt sent a voice message.

Zhang Yuan started counting, and Jiang Yuyi's angry voice sounded from the loudspeaker:

"What use do you have!!"

The aunt withdrew one voice message, and then sent another one, this time with a different tone, coquettishly and cutely:

"Good nephew, come quickly, my aunt loves you the most, Mua~"

Oh, woman!

You want me to touch my grandma's vagina by acting coquettishly and cutely? At least I have to give out a red envelope.

At this time, a slightly harsh ringtone came. Zhang Yuanqing came to the living room. Under the gaze of his grandmother, he pressed the call button on the building intercom and said:

"Which one!"

"express delivery."

A voice came from the speaker.

Zhang Yuanqing pressed the door-open button, and after two or three minutes, a courier boy in uniform took the elevator upstairs, holding a package in his arms:

"Is it Zhang Yuanqing?"

"it's me."

I didn't shop online... He signed for the package with a confused look on his face and took a look at the package information. The package didn't have a sender on it, but the address was Hangcheng, Jiangnan Province next door.

He returned to the room, found a paper knife from the desk drawer, and opened the package.

Inside is a black card and a yellow leather letter wrapped in an anti-fall air cushion.

Zhang Yuanqing picked up a black card the size of an ID card. The material seemed to be metal, but the tentacles were extremely gentle. The card was very beautifully made, with light silver cloud patterns on the edges and a black full moon in the center.

The black full moon is printed very delicately, and the irregular patches on the surface are clearly visible.

what? Puzzled, he opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.

"Motoko, I got a very interesting thing. I thought it could change my life, but my ability is limited and I can't control it. I think if it were you, it shouldn't be a problem.

"Brother, this is my gift to you.

"Lei Yibing!"

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ps: 18-year-old new author, please support me, thank you! !