I'm really immortal

After chatting for a while, the announcement was announced that the ticket check-in time was coming soon. Liu Changan and Qin Yanan left the business waiting room. The huge station was very deserted, and it felt so empty that the sound of heavier footsteps would echo everywhere.

There were more staff than passengers who were still maintaining the operation of the station. There were less than ten people at the ticket gate for the train Liu Changan and Qin Yanan took. When they got down to the platform, the business seats for this train were at the front of the train. Liu Changan looked at the people standing on the train. The steward, who was wearing a silk scarf and smiling at the door, turned to look at the other end of the platform. A few rays of sunlight leaked out of the sky, which made him feel extra cold. The heavy snow that covered the sky two days ago actually dissipated in just one morning. Seven or eight.

The two sat down, and the flight attendant brought hot orange juice and snacks. Liu Changan opened the food box, ate the chocolate inside, and looked out the window. Although the high-speed rail was convenient, it was not practical to stay in a confined space for a long time. Not as comfortable as walking.

Liu Changan squinted his eyes. He was not sleepy. Although he only slept for three to four hours last night, it did not affect his energy at all. He just felt that it would be easier to pass the time after sleeping.

"I didn't sleep well last night, and I feel like sleeping now." Qin Yanan said to Liu Changan next to him.

"Let's sleep together." Liu Changan closed his eyes. There were only two of them in the carriage. The steward would naturally come to remind him when he arrived at the station. There was no need to worry about passing the station... Liu Changan thought of the green leather car that "clanged and clanged" in the past. It was common for him to sit across the station. Once he fell asleep. When he woke up, the old farmer who was sitting opposite and carrying a snakeskin bag of mountain goods got off the car. He was replaced by a farmer with thick braids and a green military cap. The little girl is a little thin, but her eyes are big and shining.

I had a good chat with that little girl at that time, but a few years later I saw her on TV, singing a folk song from southern Hunan, showing off her beautiful singing voice in front of people all over the country.

It's been a long time since I watched the Spring Festival Gala. Liu Changan was thinking about all this and felt his arm being hugged. He turned around and saw Qin Yanan had closed her eyes, her cheek pressed against his arm, showing a comfortable and comfortable look. expression.

"How can I sleep with you like this?" Liu Changan twitched his arm, but did not pull it out. It seemed that he had already known that he would be like this, and her arm was tightly grasped by her.

Although they are two seats close to each other, unlike the second-class seats and the first-class seats, there is only a handrest in the middle. Liu Changan couldn't help but think about an interesting question: being beaten with a small fist and sleeping with someone holding his arms. , which of the two experiences is better?

"Let me hold him!" Qin Yanan still pressed her cheek against his arm, raised her head and looked at him and blinked, then lowered her head and hugged him tighter.

Acting like a baby is becoming more and more natural. Women can act like a baby. It just depends on whether there is someone willing to act like a baby to him.

Once there is such a partner, the woman will be very happy when she acts like a spoiled child, and the person being spoiled is often very happy as well.

"Go to sleep." Liu Changan reached out with his other hand, patted her head, and then closed his eyes.

Qin Yanan nodded. In fact, sometimes she felt that the feeling of wanting to rely on him and acting coquettishly toward him when she saw him should be the remnants of her past memories. Those emotions represented the intimate past between Ye Sijin and him.

"Brother." Qin Yanan called softly.

"Um?"

"How do you feel when you get along with your Jin'er?" Qin Yanan asked with her eyes closed.

"forget."

Qin Yanan raised her head slightly and looked at him in disbelief. It was clear that that night he held her in his arms, leaped all the way from Yuelu Mountain, and stood on the roof of Baolong Center. When he overlooked Junsha, his moist eyes were hidden. The longing that had been in her heart for so long but had no place to express convinced her that Ye Sijin was the person he loved most.

"You are Ye Sijin. When you remember, you don't need to ask me." Liu Changan smiled, "Don't you want to sleep? Do you want me to imitate the clatter of a train before you sleep?"

"Was Ye Sijin like this before?" Qin Yanan asked delicately. If so, then she should be like this too.

"No, it's An Nuan."

Qin Yanan gave him a roll of her eyes, dropped her arm, and turned her back to him.

Liu Changan patted her shoulder, inserted his fingers into her hair, and scratched her scalp. Just as he was about to close his eyes, Qin Yanan turned around again, glared at him fiercely with her lips pursed, and then turned to him He grabbed his arm and hugged her, and continued to sleep with his pillow on it.

Liu Changan also fell asleep.

Arriving at Jinling in the evening, Liu Changan woke up just before arriving at the station. The flight attendant came to wake him up. Liu Changan took off Qin Yanan's blanket and returned it to the flight attendant, and then pushed Qin Yanan awake.

Qin Yanan's cheeks were slightly red, and she felt extremely comfortable while sleeping with his scent. She also had a beautiful dream, which made Qin Yanan really jealous. That little girl An Nuan didn't know how many times she slept with him.

After leaving the station, I walked for a while before meeting the driver who picked him up. It was different from the last time Liu Changan came. The car drove around in front of the house and came to the east.

Qin Yanan explained to Liu Changan that in this old Qin family's house, only part of the courtyard is usually in use, and most of the other courtyards and attics are closed. During the Spring Festival, Qin Peng will live in the backyard, leaving the front yard for reception. The guests are completely separated from the backyard. Most people don't know that they can't see Qin Peng if they go to the front yard.

The car stopped in front of the screen wall. Qin Yanan saw Liu Changan standing still after getting off the car, just looking at the simple and carved screen wall, and couldn't help but ask: "What's good to see?"

"When you and Qin Peng were young, I taught you "The Analects of Confucius: Jishi" here." Liu Changan said with some emotion, "At that time, you didn't want to study with the old master, so I took you around to see what happened. Wherever you can tell allusions, tell stories and the principles in the stories. If you are willing to learn, you will grow faster, so later I asked the old master to teach the children of the side branch, and I will teach you to read, write and understand."

"Why are we talking about "Ji's Family" here?" Qin Yanan came over, held Liu Changan's palm, and raised his head with eyes that were waiting for explanation.

Was it like this when you were a child? At that time, she should have been a more petite girl, with the honest and strong Qin Peng by her side.

"Because it is a screen, it is called a Xiao Wall. The Xiao Wall that caused the disaster is a screen. The Xiao Wall was originally a screen used by the king of Lu. When ministers came to the screen, they had to tidy up their disguises and show respect. . There is a sentence in the "Analects of Confucius": Those who have a country and a family are not worried about being few but about inequality; they are not worried about poverty but being uneasy. This sentence has a great impact on both you and Qin Peng... Let's go. "Liu Changan patted Qin Yanan on the shoulder. The importance of education is that a lot of knowledge may not make people take it to heart or remember it in their hearts, but there is often that sentence that starts to guide a person's thoughts and guide him to think. , to change, to work hard, will change a person's life.

Qin Yanan nodded, it was a pity. It would have been great if Qin Peng had found Liu Changan when he was five or six years old and sent him to her side.

Thinking of this, Qin Yanan thought of Zhou Dongdong, but it would be particularly difficult for Liu Changan to repeat the process of teaching and educating people in front of Zhou Dongdong, because Zhou Dongdong seemed not interested in anything other than eating. Interested, I don’t know how he usually teaches Zhou Dongdong.

Thinking that such a powerful person would be helplessly dominated by Zhou Dongdong, Qin Yanan couldn't help but smile... By the way, there was also Shangguan Dandan who always wanted him to call his mother, and he was also someone he had no easy way to deal with.

The two people stood in front of the screen wall for a while, and then continued to walk forward. There was still a long way ahead, a long bridge, and a square of bricks and stones. As soon as Liu Changan and Qin Yanan walked to the bridge, they saw the door in front of them opened, and a man with white beard and hair. The old man was standing on the top of the square, looking forward eagerly. He stretched his neck and looked here, his eyes full of anxious anticipation. There were several guards standing next to him, who were complaining that the old man had to climb up the stool even though he was more than a hundred years old. Like facing a formidable enemy.

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I've had a cold in the past few days. Well, it's just a routine cold. It's not a new coronavirus infection. The rice noodle shop is also closed. Meituan is also hungry. I don't know what to do. Currently, the group has updated "White Fennel 1, 2, 3, 4, 5", and other girls' extras. You are welcome to read them. There is only about 500 rewards left before the extras can be updated.

Business has gone out, so I can only survive by writing some extras.