Liu Changan was very surprised to receive a text message from Zhu Juntang, probably because he left a phone number for Fan Jian, but he was negligent.

It turned out that the girl who stood on the top floor of the Baolong Center last night and looked like she was about to commit suicide was called Zhu Juntang, and the top floor of the Baolong Center had a rainwater harvesting system, a sky garden, and a helipad.

Liu Changan and Zhu Juntang met on the helipad and chatted for a while.

Zhu Juntang heard Liu Changan talk about his immortality, begging for death, and said with a smile: "I have never heard of a person who can live forever, and he is still living so aggrieved, Peng Zu has lived for 800 years, and there are countless incense and are worshipped, what about you? This is a few thousand years old, most of the time in prison, is there such a useless you?"

Liu Changan still remembers that when Zhu Juntang said this last night, his eyes narrowed, he felt a little charming, and his smile was very beautiful.

"What's so bad about going to prison? Once a generation, for me it is just a white horse, and when that dynasty is gone, and the jailers who guard me are all dead, and the prison is rotten, I will naturally come out. ”

"You see. Zhu Juntang sneered, "But you don't understand, the real prison is to bind your heart, make people feel that the world is so big, but there is nowhere to escape, and it is difficult to even breathe, this kind of taste, do you understand?

"Oh, in that case, you can jump down, and you're done. ”

"You...... If you let me jump, I'll jump!" Zhu Juntang heard this, of course, he didn't really jump down, but took a few steps back, and her skirt was blown by the strong wind, revealing two straight and slender calves, with a girl's skin curdled eyes, exuding a crystal light in the dark, Zhu Juntang glared at Liu Chang'an: "Are you still not human?"

"Women are unreasonable. Liu Changan sighed a little, from ancient times to the present, women are probably like this, no wonder that person would say that only women and villains are difficult to raise.

"Also, this is the roof of my house! This building is mine, what are you doing here?" Zhu Juntang walked over, put his hands behind his back, and looked at Zhang An suspiciously, "Are you a thief?"

"I'm not a thief, I'm just like you, I'm here to jump off the building. Liu Changan looked at her and said.

"Then you are jumping!" Zhu Juntang sneered, she didn't say that she was just panicked in her heart, and she didn't have the desire to jump off the building.

"Good. ”

After Liu Changan finished speaking, he jumped down.

Of course, Liu Changan didn't beg for death, but doing this kind of thing had some benefits for his body and memory, but he didn't expect that he thought it would be a frightened dream of a girl, but now he left traces and was found by someone, and he received a half-penniless and barely smooth invitation text message.

Liu Changan deleted the text message and neatly pulled the mobile phone number that sent the text message into the blacklist.

It's a bit of a hassle, but there's no need to worry about it.

At this moment, Liu Changan has returned home.

This is a very old house, there must be alleys behind the high-rise buildings, and there is loneliness hidden behind the prosperity, and the agency compound that was very enviable decades ago has now been torn down from the surrounding fences and wide green belts, leaving only a few scattered buildings.

At that time, the ground floor of the house was not a garage, but a utility room, Liu Changan sublet his house, and then lived in the utility room by himself, so although the living conditions were not very good, he had a stable income, and occasionally could do odd jobs, such as two hundred yuan of today's income.

The eighteen-year-old Liu Changan on the ID card, except for his eyes and temperament is slightly more mature, is not much different from the vast majority of teenagers of this age, when it is May, the summer of Junsha is scorching, and he will take the annual college entrance examination in the next month.

Today is not Sunday, nor is it a holiday, Liu Changan simply skipped a morning of class because of a 200 yuan odd job.

Probably will be talked about by the head teacher Huang Shannian again, and will be asked by the same table An Nuan to find out the roots, Liu Changan moved the folding rattan chair out of his utility room and put it in the shade, made a pot of tea, and prepared to lie down for an afternoon.

In the afternoon, there is only one big water plane tree that grows in the floor between the buildings, and in May it is the time when the branches and leaves grow wildly, and the cool shade of the tree is scattered.

In addition to Liu Changan, there are also a few old people who are probably ready to spend a comfortable and comfortable afternoon in such a posture, there are very few young people living here, basically all old men and old ladies who have been retired for many years.

Glancing sideways at the nearest old man Qian, his hair was falling out in bits and pieces, his face was full of old age spots, wrinkles were loose, his eyes were closed and motionless, as if the rest of his life was going to be used to lie down like this.

Liu Changan turned his head and looked at the sentence in the book: Fly the immortal to swim, hold the bright moon and end up.

This is a sentence in Su Shi's "Red Cliff Fu", and the sentence written by another person who writes about the Three Kingdoms is also very good: "The rolling Yangtze River is passing away, the waves are sweeping away the heroes, and the success or failure of right and wrong is empty." The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red several times. ”

Su Shi has been dead for many years, leaving only some words, but for the sand-like ants of the Ganges River in the infinite time, it is already the most beautiful trace that life can leave.

You must know that the vast majority of people have not left any traces in this world, as if they have never been here.

All afternoon, Liu Changan did not sleep, but read half of "Mr. Eight's Anthology", and felt hungry, so he moved the folding chair and teapot back.

He is just nostalgic and nostalgic for the past, but he is not tired of the current life, on the contrary, he is reading ancient books and enjoying the current life, which makes him very comfortable.

Of course, it is just a joke to ask for death, the longer a person lives, the less he wants to die, this wonderful or ugly world, after all, there is too much unknowability and makes people wonder what awaits him in the future.

Gently pat the green onion, grind out the aroma, ginger and garlic fried in lard, and then poured onto the green onion and vegetable leaves, take out the noodles that have been boiled for three minutes, not soft, chew just right, a bowl of stirring, it is fragrant, Liu Changan finished eating, the sky is already faintly dark.

When he went out for a walk, Liu Changan's steps were not fast or slow, at this time it was the peak time to get off work, the streets were crowded, bustling, passing through the crowd, looking at strangers or cold, or stiff, or reluctant, or relaxed, or happy faces, Liu Changan occasionally felt a little lonely.

Because there are so many familiar faces, they are no longer seen.

When he came to the riverside, there were no white-haired fishermen and swaying canopy boats in the quietly flowing water, and Liu Changan still felt that the poem was very appropriate.

On the white-haired fisherman Jiangzhu, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze, a pot of boiling wine is happy to meet.

Who can we meet? Liu Changan sighed secretly.

This is Liu Changan's uneventful day.