Chapter 82
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After midnight, it started to rain again. The raindrops fell on the canopy and rolled down the edge of the canopy. They reflected the light and gave off a serene feeling.
Liu Changan opened his eyes. His skin was slightly cool, and the humidity in the air was very comforting. Sleeping outside the house was much more comfortable than sleeping in the damp bed. Liu Changan stretched. The surroundings were quiet except for the sound of rain. The light from the incandescent lamp under the canopy seemed to be suppressed by the darkness around Liu Changan. Looking around, it was as if this small canopy was the only thing left in the world.
Liu Changan returned to the house and took out the book he borrowed from Zhu Juntang. Perhaps it was because the life of a normal person was short, and their desire to live an exciting and joyful life was stronger. That was why they created so many beautiful, ugly, absurd, dark, heroic, and shameless stories.
There were some things that Liu Changan had experienced, and some things that he could not experience. Therefore, he looked at other people's lives. Life was long, but not everyone wanted to experience any kind of life.
He read until dawn. The little hen was delivered. Liu Changan patted its head gently and sent it on the road of no return.
Liu Changan looked at the coffin and asked, "Will you jump out of the coffin if you absorb enough life force and blood energy?"
Liu Changan had seen many strange things, but he would still read novels like "Zi Buyu". He did not think that he had seen everything. Life in the world was endless, and there were endless mysteries. He did not even understand the phenomenon of his own body, so how could he easily lose his curiosity and interest in unknown mysterious phenomena?
The coffin did not answer him.
"The thing that jumped out is a zombie, right? Based on the hierarchy theory, which rank do you belong to? Blood Red Shirt? Then are you bouncing around so your knees can't bend, or do you look like a living person? "
Liu Changan patted the coffin.
"If you can come out, you can accompany me."
Liu Changan closed the carriage door and saw Zhou Dongdong run to the sycamore tree with the newly bought flower umbrella. She patted the trunk and ran to a small locust tree to push it.
The rainwater fell from the tree and hit the flower umbrella, making pitter patter sounds. After waiting for a while, Zhou Dongdong closed the umbrella and held it in her hands. Then, she took a deep breath and bent down. She swayed her hands behind her back a few times before closing her legs and jumping forcefully towards a puddle in front of her.
The muddy water splashed.
Zhou Dongdong jumped between the puddles until she reached Liu Changan. She touched her pocket and remembered that she had forgotten to bring soy milk. She quickly ran back and took two bags of soy milk. She gave one to Liu Changan and held the other in her mouth.
"If you have the ability, then jump into that puddle!" Liu Changan was referring to the puddle where the loach was kept.
Zhou Dongdong was not convinced. "If mom didn't hit me, I would definitely jump in!"
"Do you think your mom won't hit you now?" Liu Changan pulled the back of her clothes to show her the splashed muddy water.
Zhou Dongdong was shocked. How could this be? It must have been on her clothes.
"I will get hit anyway. Jump again." Liu Changan pointed to the puddle and said.
"I will jump in here. Mom will hit me harder!" Zhou Dongdong refused without hesitation. She was not such a stupid child.
Zhou Dongdong did not fall for it. Liu Changan was very pleased with her growth.
Tomorrow is the college entrance examination. It is natural that Liu Changan is not in the mood to study. The rain stopped in the morning. Liu Changan was ready to go to Binjiang Cultural Park to see the newly built Junsha Museum, library, music hall, and planning hall.
Last time, he was not able to enter Xiangnan Province Museum. It was a little regretful. Although Junsha Museum was not as rich as the former, it was not without something to see. It was said that the design of the music hall was also unique. The surface texture of the outer wall was made of staff and ancient Huaxia music score. The music score was also made of Xiangnan local music "Xiaoxiang Water Cloud" and "Dongting Spring Dawn", which could express the regional and unique characteristics of the building.
Liu Changan was still wearing his neat shirt, trousers, and cloth shoes. He walked around Binjiang Cultural Park in the morning and was very satisfied. There was a traditional music concert in the afternoon. The tickets were very expensive, so Liu Changan gave up. He sat by the river and spent the noon time enjoying the wind. He felt a little hungry, so he walked home slowly to cook.
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