This day is the real world, December 12, 2011. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Niuhua Town, Niuhua High School.

On this day, the weather was gloomy, the cold wind was howling, and a solemn breath lingered and lingered.

In the classroom, some students who thought they were strong and didn't wear two more clothes, at this moment, in class, kept sneezing, snotting, wiping tears, and toilet paper was all over the table and the floor.

On the podium, Zhong Lao was explaining the exam questions from this month's exam, and as soon as he finished writing the board book, he turned around and saw many people sneezing constantly, snot and saliva all over the ground, and immediately smiled.

"I said you, do you dare to be strong, ah?"

"One by one, wearing fewer clothes than me, I can't stand such a fat person, you little guys, can you stand it?"

"Wait for the end of class, the dormitory students will go to the dormitory to get clothes for me, if there are no thick clothes, wear a few more thin ones, day students too, first borrow two clothes from the dormitory students to wear, so as not to catch a cold, go home from school, quickly wear thicker. In your spare time, drink plenty of hot water to protect yourself from the cold. ”

In the end, Zhong Lao was also distressed.

"Open the doors and windows and ventilate them so that they don't get infected."

Hearing that Zhong Lao was about to open the window, many classmates who were snotty and sneezing stopped doing it and spoke one after another.

Among them, in the first row, Dai Shuangying, who was wearing a pink rabbit ear hat, with a ruddy face and a pair of big eyes and watery eyes, snorted pitifully, looked at Zhong Lao, and said.

"Old class, don't, it's cold."

In the third row, he usually looks timid, and no one dares to offend, and Zhou Xiaoyu, who is a little submissive, also snorts, puts the toilet paper in his hand on the table that has been piled up into a hill, and looks at Zhong Lao.

"That's it, I've already caught a cold, don't open the window, what if I faint."

"Just turn it on for a while, ventilate it, let the air circulate, and then turn it off after two minutes, otherwise when the whole classroom is sneezing, runny nose, drooling, what will it look like."

Zhong Lao said, walked to the window in front of Yu Wenhao, and stretched out his hand to push the window open.

A cold wind blew, and the warm breath in the classroom disappeared in an instant.

"Uh...... Cold ......"

Behind, Wei Huajun and Xie Yuhao deliberately pretended to be frozen, rubbing their hands, shivering, and looking at Zhong Lao.

"You pretend, keep pretending for me, and the more you pretend, the more windows I will open."

"No, no, we're fine, it's not cold, who said we're cold." As soon as they heard Zhong Lao's words, Wei Huajun and Xie Yuhao smiled, as if they were immediately in spirit, full of energy, and suddenly not cold.

Zhong Lao walked up to the podium with tears and laughter, looked at the students below, and began to explain the test questions on the test paper that the students made the most mistakes.

"Dingding......

When the bell rang for the end of class, the students who couldn't stand it anymore ran out of the classroom and ran towards the dormitory after Zhong Lao finished class.

For a moment, the classroom was empty.

There were only a few classmates left, closing the doors and windows, staying in the classroom, reading novels on their phones.

Among them, there is Yu Wenhao.

After about seven minutes, Yu Wenhao, who was watching "Immortal Rebellion", heard the voice of Wu Shuai Shuai behind him.

"Haozi, give, put it on, don't freeze."

Yu Wenhao was shocked, turned around to look, and saw a black coat coming in front of him, covering him.

"Thank you."

Putting Wu Shuai's handsome black coat on his body, Yu Wenhao felt warmer.

"What are you looking at?" Wu Shuai Shuai added a brown coat on his body, which looked thick, and after watching Yu Wenhao put on his clothes and said thank you, he looked down at his phone, couldn't help but be curious, and asked.

"Immortal Rebellion."

"Is it pretty?"

"You'll know it when you see it, and you're guaranteed to like it, and you'll want to stop." As he spoke, Yu Wenhao raised his head, looked at Wu Shuaishuai, and continued.

"This novel, I read it with "Dou Po", but there was no mobile phone at the time, it was not very convenient, so I put it on hold, and later, with a mobile phone, I read it together, some time ago, "Dou Po" ended, I just read this."

"Yes, is it good to have "Dou Po"? If not, I won't look at it. Listening to Yu Wenhao's words, Wu Shuai asked suspiciously.

"How to say it, "Dou Po" is fantasy, to put it simply, it is to fight and kill, and "Immortal Rebellion" is Xianxia, it is different, it is related to immortality, and it is related to cultivating immortals."

"Immortal cultivators, you can take a look at this. Who wrote it? ”

"Ear roots."

"Okay, I'll take a look too."

With that, Wu Shuaishuai sat down, took out his mobile phone, and began to search.

Yu Wenhao here, it seems that Wu Shuaishuai provoked the topic, and said again.

"Let me tell you, what about "Immortal Rebellion", you can jump and read the first dozens of chapters, and you can also read ten lines at a glance, but in the back, about two hundred chapters, Huafan, you have to read it seriously, because, from Huafan, this novel really began to be wonderful, Wang Lin's cultivation, his enlightenment, his transformation into a god, his victory, and later the virtual and real intentions......"

Yu Wenhao was talking energetically, and Wu Shuai was here, and there was a voice of dissatisfaction.

"Haozi, don't spoil it, I'll watch it myself slowly."

"Okay, you look at it first, if you don't understand, you can come and ask me, as your senior, the old man can still give you guidance."

After speaking, Yu Wenhao's body quickly deviated, avoiding Wu Shuaishuai's itchy claw.

"Ahem, don't talk about it, I'm reading the novel, you pay attention to Zhong Lao."

Coughing, Yu Wenhao turned around after speaking, looked at the location of the window, did not find Zhong Lao's figure, buried his head, and went to read the novel.

In the afternoon, after school, Yu Wenhao and He Cheng walked on the road together.

"In the past two days, you have been walking fast after school, and you are not waiting for me."

On the way, Yu Wenhao looked at He Cheng and asked.

"It's nothing, it's just that there are some things at home that need to be dealt with."

He Cheng didn't seem to want to say the specific reason, and Yu Wenhao didn't want to ask too much, so he didn't say anything all the way, and when they reached the fork, the two separated.

Back at grandma's house, grandma saw that Yu Wenhao was wearing too little, so she hurriedly found an old thick dress for him and asked Yu Wenhao to wear it.

Put on clothes, eat with grandma, watch TV, after eating, after washing, Yu Wenhao waved goodbye to grandma, left grandma's house, and went out, along Zhenhua Avenue, towards the golden land below.

Yu Wenhao's mother's newly built house is opposite his grandmother's house, and his grandmother's family lives in Jinland, where many of them are from the previous production team, and the neighbors are acquaintances.

Walking all the way on Zhenhua Avenue, the street lamps lit on both sides of the road reflect some shops, vehicles and pedestrians.

These pedestrians are all middle-aged and elderly people who come out for a walk after dinner.

Walking briskly all the way, soon, Yu Wenhao returned to his new home in the Golden Land.

It is a small two-story house with two red pillars standing in the corridor in front of the door.

took out the key, Yu Wenhao, who was about to open the door, just walked up the steps of the corridor, inadvertently glanced at his grandmother's house, and saw that the doors and windows of his grandmother's house were closed, and the dim light was shining in the house.

Yu Wenhao walked over curiously and looked down.

Through the dim light, Yu Wenhao saw that these flowers and plants were indeed withered, or rather, withered, with some white silk thread-like lines on them, I don't know what they were.

Scratching his head, Yu Wenhao turned around and left, went to the front of the house, opened the door, and after entering, turned on the light.

The bright lights give rise to the sight of a new home.

Two bedrooms and a living room on the first floor, a kitchen and a bathroom, a room on the left hand side of the door is my mother's, and the one that goes straight inside is Yu Wenhao's, there is a large round table in the living room, on the table, empty, the walls around it, no whitewash, gray, there is a pair of cross-stitch embroidered by my mother, the sun is rising.

As for the second floor, there is no one living on it for the time being, so it has not been cleaned up much, and it is covered with dust.

When I went to my room and turned on the light, I saw that there was nothing but a bed, a wardrobe, a writing desk, and a clock hanging on the desk.

Put down the schoolbag, go to the living room to turn off the light, and then go back to the house, Yu Wenhao, who was tired for a day, lay directly on the bed, looked at the table lamp on the ceiling, looked at it, and fell asleep.

At this time, it is nine o'clock in the evening.

The clock ticked and ticked, and the sound of ticking and ticking echoed in the quiet room, together with the lights in the house, and the cold wind blowing in from the window that was not completely closed, forming an invisible whirlpool, flickering light, echoing the bells, blowing the sound of the wind, swirling around Yu Wenhao, slowly, but quickly spinning, and then, a strange breath came out of Yu Wenhao's body.

This breath, blood-colored, looks very terrifying, but there is no bloody breath permeating, but there is a fragrant breath, which makes people feel shocked when they smell it.

And at the moment when this strange aura appeared, in the room, suddenly, a black light instantly diffused, enveloping the entire small building, forming an enchantment.

A circle of ripples glowing with black light flashed out, and out of it came a figure dressed in black, with an indifferent expression and a cold heart demon in his eyes.

When the heart demon comfort appeared, the whirlpool that swirled around Yu Wenhao's body immediately trembled, and suddenly, it turned into a blood-colored mouth, and swallowed it violently towards the heart demon comfort.

Don't look at this swallowed blood-colored mouth, the heart demon Anyi pointed out directly, and there was a manic scroll and condensation of demonic energy at the fingertips, which turned into a finger in an instant, burst out, and fell into the swallowed blood-colored mouth, and then with a silent bang, a gust of wind blew out, and the swallowed blood-colored mouth was torn.

However, after the blood-colored mouth was torn, the wind blowing around was fluttering, lingering around the body of the heart demon comfort, before the heart demon comfort made the next move, these winds immediately rolled up, wrapping the heart demon comfort, and then the blood flashed, and the figure of the heart demon comfort disappeared into the enchantment.

The enchantment, still glowing with black light, shrouded the small building.

Yu Wenhao, lying on the bed, asleep soundly, the whirlpool around him was gone.

On the ceiling, the table lamp was on, and outside the window, there was still a trace of cold wind.

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