Linda nodded with relief and hurried away with the children. Iger looked at the man on the ground and shook his head helplessly.
London's public security wasn't very good, especially in this kind of winding alley surrounded by tall buildings. There were often a lot of homeless people or drunkards wandering around. God knows where they got the time from. In London of this era, as long as you were willing to work, you could earn a lot of money …
Just as he turned to leave, Edgar's expression suddenly stiffened. He turned his head and saw that the man on the ground had reached out and grabbed his ankle.
"Kid, you're too nosy!" The man's expression was fierce. He covered Edgar's mouth with one hand and grabbed his neck with the other.
Edgar's face turned red. He kept kicking the man's chest with his slender legs.
The man showed his yellow teeth and laughed. There was a flash of pleasure on his face.
Edgar felt his head getting dizzier and dizzier. His eyes started to turn black. Edgar knew it was a case of severe hypoxia.
A sense of crisis struck Edgar's heart, he didn't know when Edgar was surrounded by black smoke. The man panicked as he looked at the black smoke around Edgar, he wanted to let go of his hand but was entangled by the black smoke. The man suddenly panicked and screamed in fear.
In the man's vision, Edgar was swallowed by the black smoke. The black smoke covered the sky and rushed towards him …
Memory came from the human brain. Long ago in the sixth century BC, Pamonides proposed that memory was a mixture of light and dark matter. It existed in the mind. Some people could remember things when they were three years old. Some people could forget things when they were six or seven years old.
Some people's memory was sparse. They could occasionally recall memories from long ago. However, most of the time, they were in a daze.
Some people could even recall the events of their previous lives.
Xu Zhi cried out in alarm. He suddenly sat up on the bed. His chest was trembling, as if something was about to burst out of it.
He touched the corner of his mouth. There was no blood. He was relieved.
It had been more than ten years since he came to this world. Xu Zhi counted with his fingers. Ten fingers were not enough. He counted again. Fourteen years. A total of fourteen years.
The past flashed through his mind one by one. He rubbed his eyes hard. In the past, he would rather this world be a dream. There was always a chance that he would wake up from this dream.
However, this was still a real world.
And it had already been fourteen years.
The room wasn't very big. There was a bed and an old wardrobe. Near the window, there was a stove, pots, bowls, ladles, and basins. A little further out was a small cubicle. That was the toilet and the exit.
Behind the door was a colorful photo of an old man. The old man in the photo was in high spirits and had a bright smile on his face. A rectangular piece of wood was nailed to the bottom of the picture. A small incense burner and an urn were placed on it. Some ashes were left in the incense burner. A stick of incense burned slowly, giving off the smell of sandalwood.
"The old man has already been dead for two years."
Xu Zhi stared at the old man's portrait, and his memories resurfaced.
Last life, this life.
It was not a good reincarnation technique. Xu Zhi did not know where his parents were when he was born. He was considered an abandoned baby. He grew up in a welfare home. When he grew up, these children were adopted by people who needed them.
The old man's surname was Xu Zheng. He was a retired soldier. Speaking of which, there was a trace of fate between him and Xu Zheng. Back then, Xu Zheng was just passing by the welfare home to visit an old friend. In the end, Xu Zhi, who was only two years old, clung onto Xu Zheng's leg and refused to let go.
Xu Zheng, who was already in his fifties, thought about it and decided to adopt him. Anyway, he had no children. The government's pension was also enough to support him. He met the requirements for adoption. It was not a big problem to have another child.
Xu Zhi naturally followed Xu Zheng's surname.
As a man, he walked straight. What he followed was Xu Zheng's philosophy. The origin of Xu Zhi's name was not strange.
The dilapidated house was Xu Zheng's residence. Xu Zhi had been in this room for twelve years. It carried too many memories.
Turning on the lights, the room suddenly brightened up. Looking at the alarm clock, it was 5: 30 in the morning. In a while, the sky would be bright.
Xu Zhi touched his chest. In the past, there seemed to be something protruding out of it. Now, it was flat and smooth. It was his youthful and delicate body. There was not a trace of abnormality.
His figure was slightly thin. His face was long and narrow. His eyebrows were like blades. Xu Zhi took the mirror. In the mirror, his eyes were spirited. They were not as bloodshot as before. However, he always felt that there was something more to him. He could not explain it.
Not mentioning his previous self in his memory, it seemed that this reincarnation or transmigration with memories did not bring any benefits to Xu Zhi.
The culture was different. The language was different. All his previous experiences did not seem to be useful.
It was not even possible to be a genius child prodigy.
Thinking back, when Luo Binwang was seven years old, his singing of the goose shocked everyone. He was known as a prodigy. Xu Zhi also wanted to be a prodigy. He wanted to bring surprises to himself and the people around him. However, he could not even translate a simple ancient poem like 'Singing the Goose'.
Of course, this was if he did not count the first line of 'Goose, Goose, Goose'. After all, this part was very easy to translate. Thinking back, he had studied English for more than ten years. He could easily translate the first line without flipping through Qiandu. Of course, the second line would be stuck. It was the kind that was very stuck.
The difference in the language, the flatness, the rhyme, and the meaning were completely different. Even if he could translate it, 'Singing the Goose' would not be able to shine in this world.
Xu Zhi racked his brains. However, he could not think of any special way to let his life take the path of a protagonist.
Ordinary people, no matter where they were, would appear ordinary.
Perhaps, a stable and stable life would be good. Being ordinary was the real thing.
After regaining his memories at the age of six, Xu Zhi held this thought. In order to avoid the old man's stick education, Xu Zhi's performance was commendable. At least, compared to other children his age, he was more obedient. Having the thoughts of an adult in his head naturally had some benefits.
Of course, there were also some disadvantages. He was slower than other children in accepting new things. This made him a little annoyed, but there was nothing he could do. An adult's thoughts were complicated and not as pure as a child's.
Many years had passed. He had begun to calm down and slowly learn everything about this world.
Since he was here, he could only adapt. The old man, Xu Zheng, was Xu Zhi's only support. He was also the person closest to him in this world. Looking at the old man's smiling colored photo, Xu Zhi's heart was filled with sadness.
When Xu Zheng passed away, he was twelve years old. When he came back from school and saw the old man's dry and cold body, his heart was like the old man's body, cold and lonely. From that day onwards, Xu Zhi had nightmares and coughed up blood.
It was an illness. Even if he did not have money, he had to treat it.
He went to the school doctor's office for a full body checkup, blood test, body X-ray, and CT scan. Everything confirmed that his body was normal. He could not be any healthier.
"Maybe the old man was too lonely down there and was calling me."
Since he could not see what was wrong with him, Xu Zhi did not take it seriously. After living a lifetime, life and death became less important. If he could live, he would definitely live well. If death came one day, he would face it calmly.
Living two lives was already hard work. What else could he be dissatisfied with? This was not some mythical world filled with countless gods, ghosts, and demons. Even on Earth in his previous life, those things only existed in myths and legends.
Being reincarnated again was a gift from the heavens.
He was just a small butterfly on the planet. He was gently fanned out of Earth and mysteriously came here. Perhaps, he would not even cause a ripple and would disappear in the dust of history.
Xu Zhi looked out the window. It was six o 'clock. The sun was shining brightly. The sun was slowly rising in the sky. A new day had arrived.
Many old men and women began to go out to exercise. Some were waving swords, some were holding stone lions, and some were twisting bluestones that were close to fifty kilograms.
An old lady in a red dress pressed the button on the radio.
A lively melody sounded and filled the air in the early morning mist.
Everyone flipped and jumped in an orderly manner.
"Square dancing!"
Xu Zhi sighed. He looked under the bed. The old man liked to play with an alloy wrought iron rod when he was a square dancer. It was as thick as an arm, 2.3 meters long, and weighed 135 kilograms. It was lying quietly under the bed.
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