Among the flesh and blood, the three young men stood proudly, even though they were seriously injured, they still clenched the flagpole in their hands, and the font on the flag had long been stained with blood and could not read clearly. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The sound of galloping horses came majestically from afar, with a loud killing word spread, a young man straightened his chest, and the flagpole in his hand was held tighter, after a few mutters, the two young men turned around in two steps and staggered reluctantly left, one by one sharp arrows rained down in a bow, falling on the young man who had not yet left, the blood stained the robe red, and the flagpole was wrapped around his hands in order to prevent his body from falling.

Behind him, thousands of troops rushed to the battlefield, the young man finally let this scarred body be liberated, the reinforcements arrived, and his task was completed, as long as the flag did not fall, the country would not die! Smiling, he closed his eyes and was no longer conscious.

"Search~", a sweaty man suddenly sat up, gasping for breath, and the sun shone through the window into the humble apartment.

The man took a deep breath, "Why is this dream again?" Listening to this sentence, you know that this is not the first time that this kind of dream has been made.

After looking around, he packed up and looked for a job as usual, because of this dream, he failed the college entrance examination, and it became more and more difficult to find a job.

"My name is Zhang Heng, I am 18 years old this year, this is my resume" The man pushed a resume in his hand to the interviewer.

The interviewer gave him a casual look and refused, "Our company is full, let's go to another company."

Zhang Heng smacked his tongue, obviously he just didn't want it, saying that the people were already full.

My name is Zhang Heng, I am 18 years old, and I have an unknown experience, and in my opinion, it is also this experience that has changed the trajectory of my life.

When I was 10 years old, because of an unexpected car accident, I was about to end my beautiful life, because my heart was damaged, and if I couldn't implant a good heart, what was waiting for me was death.

On the night when I was almost out of breath, I lay in the ice coffin, quietly waiting for death, my parents were just ordinary workers, even if the family was bankrupt, I could not buy a good heart, and in despair, a strange footstep disturbed the silent ice room.

I opened my heavy eyelids and looked at his face covered by the mask, and vaguely, through the gap in the mask, I saw his horribly pale face, and he was walking towards me like a ghost pushing the surgical cart.

On the operating cart, there was a beating heart, he opened the ice coffin, picked up the scalpel and made a cut in my chest, I didn't feel pain, maybe the reason for the ice coffin made me unconscious, after most of the night surgery, he completed the heart implantation alone.

But the next day, when the nurse confirmed that my heart had miraculously recovered, I couldn't find the doctor, or no one knew what happened that night, and everyone thought that my heart had recovered on its own, and there was no trace of the scars left after the surgery.

I searched all the places in the hospital, but there was no trace of him, including the monitoring room......

Touching his chest, he didn't feel anything, only a strange heart beating, but he firmly believed that last night! It's not a dream!

Since then, he has been dreaming every day, and the dream is different every day, as if he is telling something, and the process of the dream is not in tune with the front and the end, it is purely to put what he thinks of for you, just like the order of the TV series is disrupted.

In this dream, he could never see the faces of the three young people clearly, only that their relationship was very good, and the three of them were hard to find soulmates.

After a period of frustration, Zhang Heng sighed, shook his head and continued to look for a job, life has to go on, I can't be sorry for this heart.

After wandering around for a while, the signboard in front of a bookstore attracted Zhang Heng's attention, and his mind turned, although the salary was not high, but fortunately, he could easily support himself, and there were books to read.

Pushing open the door of the store, the cold wind of the air conditioner swept in, and Zhang Heng, who was originally a little dazed by the sun, suddenly refreshed and cooled.

"Are you here to apply?" The little sister stepped forward and looked at Zhang Heng.

"Yes"

Hearing this, the little sister was overjoyed, "It's a person!" ”

"What do you mean?" A bad premonition gushed out.

"You don't know, the salary of this store is good, but I have to work overtime at night, and I'm tired!" The little sister sighed again and again.

After listening to her explanation, Zhang Heng also breathed a sigh of relief, isn't it just working overtime at night, what are night owls afraid of, anyway, this little sister said that the salary is high.

After asking, I learned that five thousand and five a month was considered a very high salary in Zhang Heng's opinion, so he responded directly without thinking about it.

The little sister was like relieved, packed up her things and left, Zhang Heng smiled evilly, this girl is watching the night shift at night and the day shift during the day, and she has few days off and no time to date her boyfriend.

It is understood that this store will have a special person to send money every month, and when the time comes, you can take it directly in the box outside, the box is locked, and the key is only available to the giver and the recipient, and the key is gloriously lying on the table at this time.

This bookstore is not large, it is a little larger than the average convenience store, and it is well categorized.

Zhang Heng unconsciously walked to the historical area, observing the books that recorded history, he had always liked history before, and worked hard to be admitted to the university just to be able to take history and learn more historiography.

"Do you like history?" A voice suddenly came, and Zhang Heng was startled. This person has been standing here for a while, but Zhang Heng was fascinated by it and didn't find it.

Looking at it, a person wearing black-framed glasses, who looks quite handsome and handsome from the looks of his appearance, looks like he is twenty years old.

Zhang Heng glanced at it and continued to look at the books, "Well, I was very interested in ancient times before"

"There is a real and complete history, which has not yet been recorded" The stranger's words aroused Zhang Heng's interest, and he asked rhetorically, "How is it possible?" ”

The strange man didn't raise his head, looking at the book in his hand, "How is it impossible, the most complete history is not here"

"Where's that?"

The man raised his head, put the book back in its place, and pointed to Zhang Heng at his chest, which is also the location of his heart.

As soon as the man was about to leave, Zhang Heng stopped him, "What's your name?" ”

"Song Ying" said and walked out of the store, for some reason, Zhang Heng did not have any vigilance about this strange man's initiative, watching him leave, there was a kind of loneliness in his heart, and a parting mood made Zhang Heng uncomfortable for no reason.

True and complete history, in this? Zhang Heng touched his chest, very puzzled, what did he want to say?

Zhang Heng took a history book, sat at the cash register and read the book.

"Boss, pay" A middle school student holds a book and puts it on the cash register.

When scanning the code to see the price, Zhang Heng accidentally saw the author's name...... Song Ying.

After the student left, Zhang Heng was busy finding the supernatural area, looking for the books that the student had just bought.

I didn't see it until the second row of the second row.

Song Ying

Twenty years old. Haha, my vision is really good.

Supernatural young writers, every book must be a bestseller!