Liu Changan was very surprised to receive a text message from Zhu Juntang. It was probably because he had left his phone number with Fan Jian. This was his negligence.
It turned out that the girl who stood on the top floor of the Baolong Center, looking like she was about to commit suicide, was called Zhu Juntang. The top floor of the Baolong Center had a rainwater collection system, a sky garden, and a helipad.
Liu Changan and Zhu Juntang met on the helipad and chatted for a while.
Zhu Juntang heard Liu Changan talking about how he was immortal and couldn't die. She smiled and said, "I've never heard of a person who can live forever and still live such a sullen life. Peng Zu lived for 800 years and had countless incense offerings. What about you? You're thousands of years old and spent most of your time in prison. How can you be so useless? "
Liu Changan still remembered that Zhu Juntang's eyes narrowed when she said this last night. She gave off a charming feeling and her smile was very beautiful.
"What's wrong with being in prison? A dynasty or a generation is just a fleeting moment for me. When that dynasty is destroyed, the jailers guarding me are all dead, and the prison decays, I will naturally come out. "
"You're open-minded." Zhu Juntang sneered. "But you won't understand. A true prison is one that binds your heart, making you feel as if the world is vast, but you have nowhere to run. Even breathing becomes difficult. Do you understand that sort of feeling? It's not the jailers watching you, but countless eyes with ulterior motives. Do you know? "
"Oh, since that's the case, you can jump down and end all your troubles."
"You … I'll jump if you tell me to jump!" Hearing this, Zhu Juntang certainly wouldn't really jump down. Instead, she took a few steps back. The wind blew her skirt up, revealing two straight and slender calves. Her eyes were like a young girl's milk, exuding a sparkling light in the dark. Zhu Juntang glared at Liu Changan. "Are you still human? You actually advised me to jump down? "
"Women are really unreasonable." Liu Changan felt a little emotional. Since ancient times, women had always been like this. No wonder people said that only women and vile people were hard to raise.
"Also, this is the roof of my house! This building is mine. What are you doing here? " Zhu Juntang walked over with her hands behind her back and looked at Zhang An suspiciously. "Are you a thief?"
"I'm not a thief. Just like you, I'm here to jump off a building." Liu Changan looked at her and said.
"Then jump!" Zhu Juntang sneered. She didn't say that she was just depressed and didn't have the desire to jump off the building.
"Alright."
After saying that, Liu Changan jumped down.
Of course, it wasn't that Liu Changan didn't want to die. It was just that doing this kind of thing was good for his body and memory. However, he didn't expect that what he thought would just become a young girl's frightening dream would now leave traces. Someone found him and found him, and he received a half-written, barely understandable text message inviting him to a date.
Liu Changan deleted the text message and neatly put the phone number that sent the text message into the blacklist.
It was a little troublesome, but he didn't care.
At this moment, Liu Changan had returned home.
This was a very old house. Behind the tall buildings, there must be an alley. Behind the prosperity, there was loneliness. Decades ago, the machinery compound was very enviable, but now the surrounding fences and wide green belts had been removed, leaving only a few scattered buildings.
In that era, the ground floor of the house wasn't a garage, but a utility room. Liu Changan rented out his house and lived in the utility room. Therefore, although the living conditions were not good, he had a stable income. Occasionally, he could also do odd jobs, such as the 200 yuan he earned today.
The ID card showed that Liu Changan was 18 years old. Apart from his slightly more mature eyes and temperament, he wasn't much different from most teenagers of his age. It was May, and summer was hot in Jun Sha. In the next month, he would take the annual college entrance examination.
Today was not Sunday, nor was it a holiday. Liu Changan skipped class for the whole morning simply because of a part-time job that paid him two hundred yuan per month.
Perhaps he would be nagged by his class teacher, Huang Shan, and questioned by his deskmate, An Nuan, so Liu Changan moved the folding wicker chair out of his utility room and placed it under the shade of a tree. He made a pot of tea and planned to lie down for the whole afternoon.
In the afternoon, there was only one big sycamore tree growing on the flat ground between the buildings. May was the time when the branches and leaves grew wildly, casting a cool shade on the ground.
In addition to Liu Changan, there were a few other old people in the same posture, preparing to spend a pleasant and comfortable afternoon. There were very few young people living here. Basically, they were old men and women who had retired for many years.
He turned his head and glanced at the nearest old man, Qian Lao. His hair was scattered, his face was full of age spots, and his wrinkles were loose. He closed his eyes and didn't move at all. It seemed that he planned to spend the rest of his life lying down like this.
Liu Changan turned his head and looked at the sentence in the book, "Holding the flying immortal to travel, holding the bright moon to live forever."
This was a sentence from Su Shi's Ode to the Red Cliff. Another person who wrote about the Three Kingdoms also wrote a very good sentence, "The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, the waves wash away all heroes. Whether it is success or failure, they turn their heads to nothing. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset glow several times. "
Su Shi had been dead for many years, leaving only some words. However, for the countless ants in the endless time, it was the most beautiful trace that life could leave.
Most people didn't leave any trace in this world, as if they had never been here.
For the whole afternoon, Liu Changan didn't sleep. Instead, he read a small part of Mr. Eight's Collection. He felt hungry, so he moved the folding chair and the teapot back.
He was just reminiscing about the past, but he didn't get tired of his current life. On the contrary, he enjoyed his current life while reading the ancient book, which made him very comfortable.
The longer people lived, the more they didn't want to die. After all, there were too many unknowns in this beautiful or ugly world, which made people curious about what was waiting for him to see in the future.
He gently patted the chopped green onions to make them smell fragrant. He fried the ginger and garlic in the lard, and then poured them on the chopped green onions and vegetable leaves. He took out the noodles that had been cooked for three minutes. They were not soft or raw, and the chewy ends were just right. When he stirred them in a bowl, the fragrance overflowed. It was already dark when Liu Changan finished eating.
Going out for a walk, Liu Changan's pace was neither fast nor slow. It was the rush hour when people got off work. The street was crowded and bustling. Passing through the crowd, looking at the indifferent, stiff, reluctant, relaxed, or happy faces of strangers, Liu Changan occasionally felt a little lonely.
There were too many familiar faces that he would never see again.
Coming to the riverside, there was no white-haired fisherman or swaying boat in the quiet flowing water. Liu Changan still felt that the poem was very appropriate.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter were used to watching the autumn moon and the spring breeze, and met each other with a pot of wine.
Who could he meet? Liu Changan sighed secretly.
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