When Bai Ze came out of the hospital, it was late in the evening, the sky was overcast, and the evening wind blew the fallen leaves and dust on the streets, bringing a unique hectic atmosphere in the city. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bai Ze waited for the bus at the bus stop for a long time, and when he got on the bus, a woman in a white skirt just got off the bus, Bai Ze didn't see the woman's face, but the woman walked like a float, and she was dressed like a female ghost in white.

Familiarity, a strange familiarity, this familiarity is so familiar, as if I have seen it somewhere.

The car started slowly, and the woman turned around, her long bangs covered most of her face, and the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked as if she was smiling at Bai Ze, or not, it was very hazy.

The line of sight was getting farther and farther, and the woman was like a silhouette in the evening breeze, heading in the direction of the provincial hospital.

Bai Ze thought about it in his mind, thinking about where this feeling came from.

In the end, he found nothing, so he gave up.

Someone got off the bus halfway, Bai Ze found a window seat and sat down, looked around, and looked indifferently at this city, which is known as the most beautiful city in China.

Hangzhou was the land of Chu in his time, and he traveled there when he was a student, where he learned some poetry and etiquette with his master. The master is a descendant of the royal family of the Chu State, erudite but pedantic personality, there is a strong paranoia about the royal family of the Chu State, he once invited the master to go to the Zhao State, but the Master was unwilling to leave the Chu State until his death, more than ten years after his death, when the Chu State was broken by the Qin army, the Master jumped the Miluo River with a stone.

More than 2,000 years have passed, things are not people, and the common point is that he and his master have entered the history books. However, the reputation of the master is much better than his, and the original lyrical poetry is called Chu Ci to be handed down to future generations, and there is also a festival to commemorate him, and the master's name is Qu Yuan.

Time is a terrible thing, Hangzhou City was far less beautiful than it is now, there was no West Lake and broken bridge, the people of that year have turned into dry ashes, he was reborn alone, although there are some memories of modern life, but there is always a sense of loneliness that is out of place in this world.

It's a sense of loneliness that is misunderstood, ostracized, and stripped from the world.

Peng Zu has lived for eight hundred and eighty years in refining qi, and his two lives combined are only more than fifty, and he has not lived enough, so he always has to find immortality.

In this life, without the burden of the family and the country, it may be easier to live, but in the previous life, I was too tired of killing and eating, and I ate too much dead human flesh.

As for refining qi, it is not an overnight thing, first of all, you have to train your body well, and you can pick up martial arts or something slowly, some things can't be rushed.

With a boom, there was a roar in the sky, lightning and thunder, and this explosion interrupted Bai Ze's thoughts.

Boom, boom, boom, summer thundershowers always come, hurried and fast, and the pedestrians on the road scattered and fled in a blink of an eye.

When the car arrived at Xin'an Station, Bai Ze got off the train and walked slowly on the tree-lined path in the rain.

Pedestrians without umbrellas on the road are running for their lives, and his leisurely rain looks unusual.

The rain turned from light rain to moderate rain and then to heavy rain, but fortunately the wind was not strong.

This section of the road is not too far from the community, and soon Bai Ze's bangs will be wet, his clothes will be wet and sticky to his body, and his shoes will be wet with rainwater, but Bai Ze himself is walking slower and slower, maybe his brain is in water, and he laughs rampantly like a child, like a neurotic.

The torrential rain came quickly, and soon turned into light rain.

Click, there was the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps treading water behind him, Bai Ze glanced back behind him, there was a girl with a flower umbrella walking, and the girl also saw Bai Ze.

Bai Ze deliberately walked more and more slowly, until he stopped.

He was waiting for the girl from behind to catch up.

The girl in the back is called He Xiaowei, and she is the girl he has liked for five years in his current identity, five years is very short and very long.

At this point in time, she must have just returned from school.

The more people grow up, the more vague their memories of the past become, and the memories that I knew her were in the second year of junior high school, when Bai Ze read two junior high schools, and He Xiaowei transferred from Bai Ze in the second and second years of junior high school.

The two live in the same community, go to and from school on the same road, grow up, and have done many stupid things that children of the same age have done, such as pasting star cards and copying lyrics in colorful little books, playing toy racing, grabbing, picking sand, etc.

Each game contains the friendship or laughter of the two, but the memory is getting more and more blurred, and now the rebirth changes, I can't remember the details of the past.

As for going to high school, she encountered an increasingly intense study life, and He Xiaowei's grades became better and better, and she became more and more busy. Bai Ze's grades are getting worse and worse, but he is becoming more and more idle, but he is a little more painful during the exam.

The girl is precocious, He Xiaowei is becoming more and more smart and beautiful, and there are more excellent boys around her, Bai Ze's unenterprising and unpromising appearance makes her hate iron and look down on her even more, seeing that Bai Ze is dead and unrepentant, she is too lazy to take care of him.

"You're drenched in stupidity, and you don't know how to hit an umbrella." He Xiaowei finally followed and hit the umbrella above Bai Ze's head.

Bai Ze stared at He Xiaowei's whole body with the appearance of a chicken in soup, jeans, white shirt, little white shoes, very ordinary dress, the refreshing ball head added a touch of ability, and the face was delicate without powder, and the temperament was also refined.

"What are you looking at?" He Xiaowei frowned.

"Whether it was or still is, my vision is really not bad."

"What do you mean?" He Xiaowei's brows frowned even tighter.

"Your eyes are like the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, miserable and sad!" Bai Ze pointed to the rain in the sky, which had become a little smaller, and laughed wildly again.

"Neurotic!" He Xiaowei heard Bai Ze teasing her, and grabbed the umbrella and left angrily.

Bai Ze made close contact with the rain again, shrugged but did not catch up.

He Xiaowei walked slowly at first, thinking that Bai Ze would catch up and apologize, but Bai Ze hung behind like a wet dead dog, laughing more and more rampantly.

He Xiaowei was angry, quickened her pace and rushed home, too lazy to take care of Bai Ze anymore, there was no intersection and nothing to say.

Bai Ze himself didn't care much, this misty drizzle would always remind him of the place where he and Wan'er first met, the words that seemed to be flirtatious were not actually said to He Xiaowei, but to Wan'er, what he looked at He Xiaowei's eyes and remembered was actually Wan'er's eyes like autumn water.

Just because he's laughing doesn't mean he's happy.

It's rare to go crazy a few times in life, and of course it's best to have wine.

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After returning home, Bai Ze took a hot bath, changed his clothes, sat cross-legged on the bed and began to breathe rhythmically, laying a foundation for his cultivation.

It stands to reason that he should accompany his grandfather who has just woken up at night, but firstly, he will not take care of people, and secondly, because of the incident in the morning, the people around the entire ward do not have a good face towards him, and sometimes borrowing a bowl or a basin or something like that will be despised and ridiculed.

As soon as he left, many people would send more condolences out of sympathy for his grandfather.

He came back mainly to find a way to raise money for medical expenses.

Grandpa should have some savings, but it should not be much to provide Bai Ze's studies over the years, and his uncle's gambling debts have been emptied, so Bai Ze didn't mention it when Grandpa woke up, and it just so happened that Grandpa couldn't speak.

Bai Ze has to figure out how to make this money.

The time is too short, and if you want to be rich in the short term, you will definitely not go through any normal channels.

Business was not his forte, and in that era, scholars and doctors looked down on businessmen. Of course, if you want to make money, you don't necessarily have to go into business, with the unscrupulous nature of a soldier, there are many ways for him to make money, but he is willing to do something.

……

Bai Ze's thoughts are mixed here, and his cultivation is not stable, but something happened in the hospital.

Most of the wards in the hospital are closed, and there are many people, and it will always be very stuffy at night, and generally at eight or nine o'clock the patients and their accompanying family members begin to sleep, and they have slept very soundly at about ten o'clock.

There are only two little nurses on each floor of the night watch.

I don't know when a woman in a white dress suddenly appeared in the silent corridor, with long straight hair covering her cheeks, walking silently, like a floating ghost at night.

Everywhere she passed, everyone who saw her lost consciousness and fainted inexplicably.

The woman in white drove straight into the VIP ward and came to Bai Ze's grandfather's bed, standing still.

Standing still for a long time, the woman stretched out her hand to check her grandfather's pulse, and muttered: "The toxin stasis has been cleared once, but the technique is too rough, who did it?" ”

Grandpa was not familiar with sleeping, and when he opened his eyes and saw the woman in white in front of the bed, her pupils first widened and then narrowed, and finally her eyes became calm.

"I'm sorry." The woman said in a low voice.

Grandpa couldn't speak, but he was very excited.

The woman stretched out her hand and hit her grandfather's head as fast as lightning!!