MTL - Attack Stream of Life-Chapter 67

Qing Chuan had a splitting headache. He rubbed his temples and opened his eyes. His eyes were a little sore, and a little tear was forced out. It took him a long time to see where he was.

This is not his room, an unknown scent wafts in the air.

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"What's the situation?" After drinking and drinking, all he could remember was that he drank too much last night, and seemed to be fighting with people.

Fight Dance?

It's crazy, it sounds like a fantasy, how could he dance with people?

Tsk, I'm being careless, I didn't expect my alcohol intake in this life to be so bad.

At this moment, the door was pushed open, and a bruised-faced director Zhang Da came out. Qing Chuan was almost happy when he saw it, his face was sullen, and he asked sympathetically, "Isn't it peaceful at home yesterday?"

With such a face, I can't get out of the door. You should punch the invisible part of your body.

"What's the matter with your sister-in-law?"

"Eh? Who did that?"

"Who did it? You did it!" Director Zhang felt aggrieved when he thought of yesterday's scene, "I worked so hard to get you out of the crowd, but I couldn't find it. Take the key of your house back to my guest room first. Just to change your clothes, look at me, how did you beat me up? Ah, look, is this still a human face?"

One eye circle is blue, chin and nose are purple, and her cheeks seem to be swollen.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. What happened yesterday? Why do I remember drinking a few glasses of wine, and it seems that I have gone on stage to dance..." Opening his face, Qing Chuan felt guilty.

Actually, it's a little light to start, otherwise, there is a bruised nose and a swollen face, and there are nasal bone fractures. Qingchuan has no idea of ​​his own strength.

"Isn't it just dancing? Just dance, dance like that..." Director Zhang touched his nose uncomfortably, "Anyway, don't get drunk outside in the future. No, don't drink in the future, stop drinking and keep your innocence. When you're drunk, you're just like a different person. It's too wild, and I can't adapt to it. When someone invites you to drink in the future, you say you're allergic to alcohol."

"I don't drink anymore, my head still hurts now. Brother Zhang, are you all right? I'm sorry, I didn't do anything serious."

"Forget it, I'm also responsible. If I knew you couldn't drink, I'd order some drinks. It wouldn't be so drunk."

Director Zhang touched his cheek, hissing in pain, "You didn't see it, those people wanted to put you on the stage and do it directly. How can I see death? What about the rescue, why don't we **** you out quickly? Who knew there was chaos at that time, you lost your coat, and you couldn't find your key."

"How can you say such an exaggeration?" Qingchuan didn't believe it at all, "but thank you Brother Zhang. Fortunately, no trouble was made. It's still a mess. By the way, was there a gentleman who didn't speak very well yesterday? I remember someone who kept shouting 'Mainland Boy, Mainland Boy'."

"Oh, you are talking about Du Qitai, I didn't pay attention to him later. It shouldn't matter, you didn't quarrel or fight. Although he is a bit eccentric, he usually considers himself a gentleman, not that A villain who is a secretive person, he will never trouble you because of this contradiction, so don't pay attention to it. ... By the way, who is Xiaoge?"

Qingchuan: "What Xiao Ge?"

"You called this name in a dream for a long time yesterday, is it the girl you like?"

“…Really? I don’t know.”

Qingchuan didn't stay in Zhang's house for a long time. After drinking a little hot water, he went home. He opened the door with the spare key under the mat at the door. The first thing was to take a shower and smell it. The smell is very refreshing, and it seems to be alive again.

After that, I cooked a bowl of noodles for myself and filled my stomach after a night of hunger, so I was in the mood to recall the specific situation last night.

In fact, he can't remember clearly, it's a little vague, he vaguely remembers that he drank a lot of alcohol, and then someone provoked him and seemed to dance on the stage, what happened after that? Why does it smell like wine? Who accidentally spilled wine on him?

He originally wanted to find the system, but the system went to watch TV series yesterday, and he asked three questions.

It has always been very reassured about the power of its host, and recently it has become more unscrupulous. Qingchuan is also petted, the system is so out of tune and doesn't talk about it, just let it watch less TV series, it's not smart at all, what should I do if it's more stupid?

I can't drink anymore.

Qingchuan hates this kind of uncontrollable thing, no matter how small.

Suddenly became intoxicated, only then did I realize that alcohol is really a bad thing, drinking crazy is the second, and the worst is that I can't control myself, and I'm completely in a sober state, it's terrible. Unless it is in an absolutely safe place in the future, it is better not to touch the wine.

When someone asked him out for a drink, Qingchuan never responded.

You can drink tea and eat, but not drinking, and a cup of drunkenness, if you don't want to be demolished, don't try to confuse him, no one's face will be good.

After a long period of time, this page has been turned, but Qingchuan was surprised to see the person who danced with him that day (?) at a party, Concubine Zhang said. The untouchable little overlord of the Du family.

This is a collective blind date banquet. Qingchuan was pulled over by a kind senior in confusion. When he came, he found out that it was a blind date banquet. There must be twenty or thirty single men and women. Have fun on the dance floor.

The elders who organized the party were laughing at the side.

Qing Chuan had no intention of provoking and hid on the small balcony early.

With a stack of snacks in his hand, he leaned against the railing to enjoy this rare alone time.

The sound of the door opening suddenly came from behind.

"You are here."

Qingchuan looked back, the door was pulled back again, and a gentle and gentle young man with a typical mixed-race face came over, dressed in very strict rules, even a three-piece suit with a handkerchief. She wears a pair of golden single-sided glasses in her deep eye sockets, and the thin gold chain hangs down, giving her an indescribable British taste.

He held a wine glass in his hand, which was a light amber wine with a sweet aroma.

"Um...sorry?" Qing Chuan felt familiar, but couldn't recall it.

"My name is Du Qitai, we met once, that bar."

As soon as he said that, Qing Chuan remembered, "It turns out that it's Mr. Du, it's better to see it once you hear it." His lips twitched into a polite and mocking arc.

"No, I apologize for being rude that day. There is nothing wrong with you, I preconceived that you are a flattering person."

Du Qitai got closer to Qingchuan, but kept a proper distance of one meter, "Actually, it was my friend who told me that a person tried to approach my cousin who was ill-meaning towards my cousin, and let him I lost my senses and did something rude."

"Your cousin?"

"Yes, she is a loyal reader of yours, she follows every article, and often writes to you. It's the girl who just asked you to sign."

Qing Chuan remembered the shy girl who wanted to invite him to dance, but was declined by himself, and finally just asked for an autograph.

"I think there is some misunderstanding between us. I will not develop a relationship with readers other than words. Your idea is an insult to me as a literary creator."

Qingchuan said sternly, "Although I can understand your love for your sister as a brother, but without investigation, you have no right to speak. This time is the first time I see your sister, I don't use any Way to maliciously tease the little girl. It's better to understand everything first."

"I'm sorry."

The attitude of admitting mistakes is so good, and Qingchuan is not so angry that he has been holding on to it. Besides, as an older brother, he can also understand the idea of ​​being afraid of a gangster kidnapping his sister.

"I accept your apology."

I thought it was over here, but this Mr. Du didn't leave. He got closer again and asked him, "How does Mr. Gu think of my cousin?"

"You don't have to test me, I really have no idea about your sister."

"Mr. Gu misunderstood. I'm just curious about what kind of girl Mr. Gu likes. Go back to make her give up."

"It's none of your business, Mr. Du."

"If your sister doesn't like it, what do you think about your brother?"

Qing Chuan was stunned for a moment, but did not respond immediately, but when she did, her expression was so simple that it was not enough to describe the shock.

He subconsciously took two steps back and laughed dryly, "Mr. Du, please don't make such a joke, it's not funny at all."

However, Du Qitai's face did not mean that kind of joke, he looked at Qingchuan very seriously, "You have no experience, and there are no people you are particularly close to. Others introduce girls to you, But you keep rejecting it. If girls don't like it, do you want to try it with boys? I think I'm young, handsome and rich, and I'm barely a good match, what do you think?"

"No, I have someone." Qingchuan still has some experience in rejecting people, and it ended without any fuss.

"Who?"

"I don't think you need to tell you about this, right? After all, we don't get along well, Mr. Du."

His expression did not change, his fingers rubbed against the side of the glass, "I have no chance?"

"No."

He was especially unwilling, "Is it because I was late? How can you be sure that it is right, and the later is wrong? You didn't even try and sentenced me to death. Your There's obviously no one around, so that's just an excuse to reject me?"

Qingchuan shook his head, thinking of Wei Ge, he couldn't help laughing, "You should see if it's your excuse. Besides, this is my private matter, I don't need to report to anyone, what do you think? What, Mr. Du?"

"Is that person good? What do you love about her? Maybe you love her, I have all of them, and more." His voice was slightly raised, but restrained, "Please tell Me, even to make me give up."

"He has a lot of good things, but I love how he's so in love with me that he can't help himself."

The reason for Qingchuan is amazing and interesting. Not because of appearance, fame and fortune, but because the other party loves him deeply and cannot extricate himself from loving him.

"Loving someone is easy to say, but once it is combined with reality, there will be a lot of unavoidable things. I never like to wrong myself, and I will not allow others to wrong me in the name of love. If you can't do it, don't embarrass yourself."

"Gu... Gu Yansheng, how do you know I can't?"

"We have nothing to say, Mr. Du, you are a good person, but we are not suitable. Go back and have a good sleep, just pretend we haven't met."

Qing Chuan was about to leave, but Du Qitai wanted to stop him. Qing Chuan just reached out and patted his shoulder, "Go back to reality."

Du Qitai was stunned, and Qingchuan just left. He stood for a long time, and it took him a while to find his reason. He didn't go after him. That sentence was all his courage. In this age, he has such an identity again, and he does have many scruples.

Qing Chuan left the stage early, the love of the outsider did not affect his heart, but aroused some thoughts of someone.

He fell asleep early this night. After completing today's study, it should be a reassuring darkness, but a fog appeared in front of his eyes.

Qingchuan clearly knew that he was dreaming. As the level of spiritual power becomes deeper and deeper, he has stronger self-control, so he immediately knows that this is not reality, but his dream. Dreams are subconscious responses, so what is his subconscious trying to tell him?

He found himself standing in a dark forest, it was night and no light could be seen. Perhaps there was light, but it was blocked by the layered canopy, the air was moist and cold, and every breath it blew turned into white mist.

Qing Chuan seemed to hear something, and he walked slowly towards that place, his movements were very light.

Behind a small bush, Qingchuan saw a man using a shovel to shovel the floating soil into a shallow pit. The man was wearing ancient clothes and there was a small cart beside him. Although there is only one back, it is surprisingly familiar.

The man turned around.

"?!"

Qing Chuan's eyes widened, he didn't expect to see 'self'. That was the first world, when I buried the body of the golden noble. If there is no secret advice given by the other party, Qingchuan wants to move forward, it is several times more difficult than it is now, so it is no problem to call a noble person.

So what's going on?

The night was cold, he wrapped his pajamas and squatted in the bushes silently watching the audience until he left.

Then wait for the next development of the gods, after all, it is a dream, and there are all kinds of brain holes, which are more imaginative than what he wrote.

However, the thick fog quickly gathered again, until a beam of sky light pierced the fog, and a quiet and peaceful village appeared in front of him. , hey, what a coincidence.

Not far away, the one who was pushed against the wall by his collar was not Wei Ge when he was a teenager?

I miss it so much, my eyes are round and bright, and I look at the person who is holding him with some fear, it is 'Qingchuan', like a little puppy who was found by the owner, pitiful She shrank her paws, revealing a pair of watery dog ​​eyes.

Qingchuan saw that 'self' was whispering in Wei Ge's ear with an evil expression and wanton expression.

Attachment and longing.

What a familiar look.

When Wei Ge saw him, stars would twinkle in his eyes, and every time he twinkled, it was an unspoken 'I love you'. Every unspoken "I love you" turned into a piece of shiny gravel and hid in Qingchuan's heart. Over time, it became a mountain.

It is addicting to be looked at by such eyes.

Qing Chuan squatted on the tree, holding his face in his hands, he really missed him a little.

The thick fog gathered again, and he waited for the third scene, but after that it was dark and there was no third dream fragment.

Qing Chuan woke up, he went to the kitchen to warm himself a glass of milk, thoughtful.

He still doesn't understand, the first scene is burying the body by himself, and the second scene is his first contact with Wei Ge, is there any connection between the two? Or is it just two pieces that were accidentally put together and have nothing to do with each other?

He can understand the dream of Wei Ge, he just thought about it during the day, and it is not uncommon to dream about it. But why dream of the scene of burying the body of Jin Guiren and erecting a monument? He didn't think about it during the day. Although he was very grateful, he really didn't have the habit of taking out his kindness from time to time to miss it.

What was his subconscious trying to tell him?

"Brother, you haven't slept yet?"

Outside the door came a little mouse with a guilty face.

Qing Chuan looked at her and pointed at the clock, "What time is it?"

Gu Xiaomei smiled very flatteringly, her hands unnaturally behind her back, and there was a little trace of milk tea on her white skirt, "Brother, don't tell Grandma, I just went out with my classmates, I came back after watching a movie."

"Classmate?" Qing Chuan's voice was raised, with strong doubts.

"Woman, that's my best friend, didn't you come to our house to play? You know it too. We just walked around the snack street, and happened to say that there was a recent The movie, just went to see it. Didn't do anything, I swear."

Qing Chuan doesn't lose his temper very much, but Gu Xiaomei is very afraid of him, perhaps because of the majesty of her brother.

"Oh." Qingchuan nodded, the little girl thought that this was the pass, but he added the second half of the sentence, "I don't believe it."

"Brother~~"

Qing Chuan smiled and watched her toss, holding a milk cup in one hand, extending the other hand, and hooking his fingers, "You take out the things behind and I'll take a look, maybe I'll believe it."

The little girl felt frustrated, and handed over her things in dejection. It was a plush doll, holding a red heart in her hand, and there was a line of small words on it. It was a modern love poem Lennon's, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a girl giving a female companion.

The doll locks the unknown boy/man.

If the other party is an adult... Qing Chuan glanced at the little girl who was just sixteen years old, hehe, let's kill it.

Little sister knows she can’t escape, if she doesn’t say it, she will be found out by the elder brother, she will die even worse, it is better to confess and be lenient, “I confess, don’t be angry brother. It’s our classmate , our class monitor..." Her voice was getting lower and lower.

My little sister came to the house for a party on her birthday, Qingchuan thought, oh, that's it. She is more than handsome, with good grades, middle-class family, not very talkative, but seems to have a good personality.

Thinking of this, his expression softened a little, and he returned the doll to the shy girl, "It's okay to date, but you can't have restricted-level contact, and your grades can't be dropped. knew."

The little girl nodded with a blushing face and hugged the doll, "Got it, brother."

Seeing her happily jumping up and down to go back to the room, Qingchuan reminded her, "Keep your voice down, grandma is asleep."

"Hmm."

"By the way, how did you develop? He confesses to you first?"

"Brother, you are so gossipy, alright, it's me, I'll go first. I've always liked him inexplicably, and it's not inexplicable. Brother, do you remember when I was rescued when I was a child? Actually That person is the squad leader. Although I can't recognize him, I feel cordial when I see him. Do you think this is fate? All love at first sight is actually destined!" The little girl smiled sweetly, hehe. Creeped back to the room.

Fate?

A bolt of lightning flashed across the dark night sky.

"I heard a rumor that the person I bury in this life will be my lover in the next life..."

Qingchuan's milk cup fell to the ground, and the milk was spilled on the ground.

Liar?