He Changying nodded and walked into the house, the fragrance of the house was full of irritation, and his nose was itchy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Ahh

He Changying sneezed heavily, which scared the three unsuspecting girls around him.

"Uh-"

Li Jingpu's personal maid Liu'er was so frightened by He Changying's big sneeze that she almost called out her 'uncle', and hurriedly changed her words in a panic: "Lord He, you rest, the slave and maid have retired." ”

After speaking, Bai Yingying's melon seed face was flushed, and she hurriedly twisted her little ass and waist and escaped.

He Changying looked at this little girl's slender pothos group, slightly upturned little buttocks, and couldn't help laughing.

Under the light in the house just now, He Changying saw clearly that this little girl was not the one who stood next to her and waited when she touched Li Jingpu's little white hand in the lotus garden that day?

He Changying was served by the two little maids with warm fragrant nephrite, and simply washed her hands, feet and face, and then fell into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

"Long tassel, long tassel—"

Following a faint call, He Changying came to a luxurious villa.

In the large courtyard, there are large green meadows, various valuable scenic trees, open-air swimming pools, outdoor tennis courts.

At a glance, you can see that it is the mansion of a rich tycoon, and it is not something that a poor man like himself can hope for.

At this time, a wedding is about to be held inside, and it is full of flowers, fine wine, imported expensive melons and fruits, and exquisite pastries.

Groups of men and women in suits and leather shoes and gorgeous women's skirts are chatting and laughing in the courtyard, and the foreigner orchestra is playing melodious and cheerful music.

"Long tassel, long tassel—"

He Changying slowly floated up to the second floor of the villa, and saw a gorgeous large bedroom, the beautiful woman who made her unforgettable, wearing a white wedding dress, was wiping her tears.

And a triumphant guy standing next to him, isn't it the bastard Qin Wei who knocked himself to the Qing Dynasty with a stick?

The Qing Dynasty, which beat Lao Tzu to the point that rabbits don't, came to rob their own women again, it's unbearable!

"Qin Wei!"

He Changying roared, picked up a bottle of foreign wine next to him, and rushed up.

"Ahh

Hearing He Changying's roar, Luo Yao, who was weeping, and Qin Wei, who was full of lewd smiles, looked over in shock at the same time.

"Boom-"

The scene in front of He Changying's eyes suddenly cracked, and then fell apart into countless bizarre fragments.

Then he woke up suddenly.

At this moment, He Changying was drenched in sweat all over her body, panting heavily, like a fish suffocating out of water.

"Long tassel!"

Luo Yao opened her eyes suddenly, and a thick book in her hand fell on the ground of the hospital with a 'click'.

Luo Yao raised her head in a daze, and her beautiful face had two big blank eyes, and it took a long time before she refocused.

She hurriedly glanced at He Changying, who was lying on the hospital bed, still tightly closing her eyes and falling into a coma.

"His brain waves are very strange, they run very fast, and they are extremely violent, dozens of times the frequency of normal people; We thought it was a broken device, but it became normal to detect other patients, and it was a miracle that couldn't happen! How could a vegetative person who had fallen into a coma have brain waves that were dozens of times more violent than a normal person? ”

Luo Yao remembered the words of the attending doctor during the day, and her heart was desolate.

It is not bad for Qin Wei to smash He Changying like this with a stick, but before He Changying fell, he also smashed Qin Wei with a brick and seriously injured him, and pushed him into the emergency room before he fell asleep, still rescuing, life and death are unknown.

The Qin family is in great power, and now there are a few fierce men guarding outside the ward, waiting for He Changying to wake up.

Luo Yao's heart saw the vicious eyes of Qin Wei's sister Qin Le'er, and she couldn't help but shudder heavily in her heart.

"Pray to heaven that your wild man will never wake up; It's the best ending for you, for him! ”

Qin Le'er's words echoed in Luo Yao's ears, and the implied meaning in her words made her shudder.

"Changying, I'm sorry, I hurt you-"

Luo Yao sighed and stroked He Changying's big face, hoping that he would wake up quickly, but she was afraid that he would wake up now and usher in the Qin family's crazy revenge.

For a while, Luo Yao's big eyes were full of tears, flowing down her fair face.

Outside the window, it was as silent as eternal night, as dark as ink, and there was no sound.

"When did the night become so dark and silent here?"

Luo Yao looked out the window in surprise, she felt that after He Changying fell into a coma, her brain was a mess.

Even the name of the city where I am located is stuck in my mouth, very familiar, I can blurt it out, but I can't say it. ’

Luo Yao wiped a handful of tears, stopped thinking about these things, and lowered her head to pick up the thick book on the ground.

The Legend of He Changying

When it was about to get dark, Luo Yao accidentally discovered that next to the pillow where He Changying was lying, there was actually a book, a very strange book with the same name as He Changying, "The Biography of He Changying".

Who is He Changying?

In history, there doesn't seem to be any person who is so famous that people deserve to write a biography of him?

Later, in the dead of night, Luo Yao couldn't help but be curious, and picked up the book to take a closer look.

As soon as she picked up the book, the whole world seemed to fall silent.

Eternal as night!

This is a book printed on excellent paper, and the four small grasses on it are extremely delicate, and at a glance you can know that it came from the hands of a famous woman.

Luo Yao glanced at the back of the book, and there were a few very simple words written on it: Shen Family Bookstore, 1.5 yuan, Western calendar 1954.

"In 1954? What a remarkable person he was able to publish a book for him at that time; I'm a history graduate, so why haven't I heard of it? ”

Luo Yao's head was full of doubts, and she opened the book and read it.

He Changying, the word Anzhi, a native of Feixi, Anhui Province, has been passed down for three generations.

Father He Ningyuan, mother Jiang, a native of Xingguo, Hubei, and the sister of Jiang Zikang, a general of the Qing Dynasty.

He Changying was born on August 8, 10 years of Tongzhi, the year of the great drought in Anhui, no rain in March, Chaohu Lake dried up to the bottom; When the cry is broken, the heaven and the earth suddenly make a storm, the sky is full of thunder, the rainstorm is three days, and the water is full of Chaohu Lake, like a miracle.

――

"Is this book a continental edition, and in 54 it actually preaches superstition?"

Luo Yao muttered to herself strangely and continued to read.

He Changying is rough and ambitious, but she has nowhere to vent her ambitions, and her behavior can't help but be a little perverse.

However, most of his actions were harmless, and they made the township party laugh at it.

――

In the quiet night, when Luo Yao saw "The Scream", she couldn't help but smile slightly.

"This is not Lu-, uh, it turns out that "The Scream" was written by He Changying, why didn't I pay attention to it before? This head is really getting more and more confused! ”

Luo Yao patted her smooth little brain and laughed at herself.

In the unpredictable ripples of time and space, the fluctuations on the other side of time and space, with the instantaneous linkage between the entangled particles, have begun to unconsciously reconstruct the world in this dark night.

"Ha, I'm so sleepy!"

As soon as Luo Yao saw the chapter of 'Law Field Thunder', her eyes suddenly became spent, and she couldn't see anything clearly, so she had to fall asleep in a daze.

At this time, Luo Yao, who woke up again, looked at the dark night outside the window, and then glanced at He Changying, who was still in a coma, sighed worriedly = tone, and picked up the book "The Biography of He Changying".

I continued to read.