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Volume 3 Chapter 1. Los Angeles Mission

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    Li Zhanyong gently lifted up the slightly musty quilt and sat on the old low bed with his knees in his arms. He counted the days with his fingers and thought about how many meaningful things he had done in the past twenty years.  .

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? He sighed, the confused person in his twenties didn't know how many meaningful things to do?  I haven¡¯t really done much, it¡¯s just like The Walking Dead.

    The smell in the room was not pleasant, it was full of the smell of dying. Yes, it was this smell. Li Zhanyong felt that every time he breathed, this strong smell entered his lungs and he exhaled it immediately.

    The room is not big, more than 20 square meters, with a low bed, a table, a chair, and a dusty computer in the corner, which are the few pieces of furniture in it.

    Oh, of course, there are also those posters of celebrities from all over the world, old and young, male and female, black and white, even though Li Zhanyong doesn¡¯t recognize them at all.

    "That's pretty damn stupid. In my life, a romantic drama would definitely be a hit, right?" Li Zhanyong wiped the cold sweat from his face, an unnatural flush suddenly appeared on his cheeks, and his chest felt unnaturally fast.  After two thrusts, his muttering gradually turned into a series of vague murmurs.

    "Suddenly, I want to live in this world for a few more days." Li Zhanyong gasped heavily, opened his lips and tried to swallow the surrounding air to relieve the almost unbearable burning sensation in his lungs.

    He was suffering from some kind of serious illness, a very wonderful disease, really a wonderful infectious disease that could only damage his respiratory organs, but this infectious disease had no effect on other people.

    Even the world¡¯s experts on respiratory infectious diseases can only shake their heads, there is no hope.  Although he is still alive, every day feels like death because this disease has made him lose everything.

    "I have always wanted to find a stage that allows me to sweat to my heart's content until my passion is burned out." The muscles in his jaw were trembling, and his tongue had slowly stiffened and lost its feeling. His words could only be heard in the audience.  echoing in my mind.

    Tears fell from the corners of his eyes. He wanted to yell to show his contempt for death, but a large amount of saliva kept flowing out of the corners of his mouth, gradually getting wet on the knees that supported his head. He felt very sad, even if  He was about to die, so he couldn't be more heroic.

    "Life is a grievance, death is an injustice." Li Zhanyong tried hard to move the corners of his mouth, using up all the remaining strength in his body, but he still failed. A trace of darkness gradually appeared in front of his eyes, but it was expanding rapidly:  "If there is an afterlife, please make my life different."

    The darkness was expanding, but it had already covered his eyes. He felt that all the strength in his body was disappearing with the darkness. He was a little unwilling to give up, and summoned the last thought to miss something, but there was nothing. It was empty and scary.

    "Forget it, it's better to say that the flowers are scattered all over the ground than they are blooming. Anyway, this world is a petri dish of delusion and selfishness."

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    His head was still a little dizzy, and his thoughts were like a mess. After closing his eyes quietly for a while, Li Zhanyong opened his eyes slightly and slowly and carefully looked at the surrounding environment. Although he already knew that this place was still his.  Room, familiar tables, chairs and benches

    "No, no, what?" A trace of doubt flashed through his heart. His half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and he twisted his stiff neck to look around. Fear and surprise were juxtaposed in his heart, and he couldn't help but scream.  He yelled: "Where is this?"

    He propped up his somewhat weak body with his hands, breathing heavily. He always felt suffocated in his heart, as if something was about to come out, but was stuck in his throat. He wanted to scream to relieve it.  I feel depressed about the strangeness in my heart, but I don't dare to face this unknown environment.

    "Hospital suite? Uncle Wang's house next door? A-Ling's house? No, it doesn't look like it!" Looking at the surrounding environment, Li Zhanyong swallowed hard and shook his head to overturn all his guesses. He turned his head to look not far away in horror.  , that looming environment outside the window.

    Fine snowflakes are falling outside, and plum blossoms are trembling back and forth on the branches as the breeze blows. Several figures are walking among them, accompanied by two or three servants who look like they are following behind, laughing heartily.  The sound came through the propped up window.

    Although the window was open, he carefully discovered that there was a thin layer of green gauze blocking the wind. Although it was freezing outside, Li Zhanyong felt that the bronze double-tiger-clasp tripod beside his bed exuded a compelling fragrance.  The hot air makes the whole house as warm as summer, and even the slightest cold wind turns into warm wind, which is very comfortable.

    The winter plum blossoms are in full bloom, and it is a great pleasure for literati and elegant people to walk together, admiring the plum blossoms and watching the snow in the courtyard.

    Somehow, one sentenceThe words suddenly appeared in Li Zhanyong's mind. He shook his head dizzily, clenched his fists vigorously, looked down at the silk quilt that had fallen to his abdomen due to the force, and felt that everything suddenly seemed like a dream.

    "Really, you have to give me ten yuan if you have fifty cents." Looking at the decorations in the room around him, Li Zhanyong grinned with an ugly bitter smile: "What a cheating fate! What a **** thing!"

    His dizzy head gradually returned to calm, and calm thoughts gradually returned to his mind. Li Zhanyong wrapped himself in a silk quilt, turned his head and looked at the current room carefully, and finally saw several furnishings in the room clearly.

    However, whether it is the linen blue and blue tent above the head or the fine cotton sheets under the body, or the two green wood carved wardrobes neatly arranged against the wall not far away, and the screen embroidered with the picture of beauty looking at the moon not far away.  , and two high-quality blue and white porcelains placed on both sides, all conveyed some hints to him.

    There was a slight tremor all over his body, and there was a slight creaking sound as his teeth clashed against each other. He slowly closed his eyes, not even daring to make the slightest move. The two arms that he stretched behind his back to support his body suddenly became weak.  The strength caused him to fall heavily onto the soft bed behind him with a dull thud.

    "Ah? The young master is awake!" Just when Li Zhanyong closed his eyes tightly and his mind slowly became a mess again, a clear and sweet girl's voice came over with excitement and joy, followed immediately by a burst of  The sound of small steps running.

    Li Zhanyong swallowed hard, opened his eyes suddenly, and turned his head to look in the direction of the sound.  However, in front of him was a strange and lovely face, he was thirteen or fourteen years old, and the complicated hairstyle on his head and the strange pink clothes on his body were definitely different from the person he knew in reality.

    "However, Li Zhanyong has a deep impression of this hairstyle and clothing.  In other words, as a Chinese, I have a deep understanding of the three or four golden hairpins on my hair and the skirt that is obviously worn by ancient Chinese women.

    "Young Master!" The girl yelled excitedly again, but there was a hint of grievance in her voice. She pouted her mouth slightly and looked at him, looking like a pitiful little kitten.  The small steps no longer seem so brisk.

    Does it seem too fierce?  Looking at the cute girl in front of him, Li Zhanyong reacted suddenly, smiled slightly, and opened his mouth to say something, but after a while, words with a thick and different accent came out involuntarily from his lips: "Fragrant fragrance"  He, bring me a cup of tea."

    "Ah, yes, young master!" Hearing Li Zhanyong's gentle greeting, the girl named Xianghe immediately started running happily again, swaying her pink skirt and running back and forth in the room, happily  Like a pink flower butterfly.

    Xianghe was busy with her work happily, but her mouth was not idle. Her black and white eyes kept glancing at Li Zhanyong, and she smiled delicately: "Young master caught the cold this time. It's really unlucky. It's already cold on the river.  After eating hot wine, you still want to watch the sunset over the long river. It¡¯s strange that you don¡¯t catch the wind and cold.¡±

    "Wind cold?" Li Zhanyong slowly stood up and looked at Xianghe making tea. He held his head slightly, and as his mind turned slightly, the slight dull feeling in his chest suddenly made him realize: "It's a cold.  No wonder in ancient times, it was called wind and cold."

    The tightness in his chest was no longer heavy, and he was probably still a little confused. However, Li Zhanyong felt that his head was getting more and more dizzy, and he was getting more and more dizzy, as if his brain was spinning.

    "Hey, look, young master, here is your favorite Xiangcate tea." Xianghe walked over quickly, with a smile on her pretty face: "It seems that the young master looks much better."

    "Well, that's right." Li Zhanyong gently pinched the center of his eyebrows with his right hand. The dizziness in his mind became more and more serious, making him feel as if his brain was about to be divided into two, which made him feel unbearable and painful.

    Li Zhanyong slowly picked up the fine porcelain teacup held in Xianghe's hand and took a sip. As he took a sip of tea, he suddenly felt refreshed all over his body. Even his confused head was completely cleared by a burst of fragrance, turning into  There was peace.

    "Good tea!" Li Zhanyong held the teacup and couldn't help but admired. Before he got sick, he already had an understanding of tea. He had a good sense of the quality of various teas, and the bowl of fragrant tea in his hand  Tea really surprised him a lot.

    "Well, of course." Xianghe nodded his head seriously, wrinkled his small nose with his white and tender hands, and his crooked eyes were full of smiles: "Young master is also very smart, otherwise every time I see my grandmother, where would I be?  Will you reward these fine fragrant catechus in large amounts!?"

    Shaking his head slightly, Li Zhanyong sighed in his heart: "Is it really true?" He didn't understand what a grandmother was.Looking at the river, he didn't even know where it was. Even the cute girl Xianghe in front of him didn't know who she was. He just had a faint intuition in his heart.

    "Time travel" Li Zhanyong sighed in his heart: "I thought I was dead." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to (this site) to subscribe and reward. Your support is my biggest  power.)
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