I'm really immortal

Why is it released little by little, every now and then?Because in this way, people who pay attention to her can be stimulated from time to time.

Of course, maybe she just likes to reminisce like this, and Qin Yanan didn't have to think that An Nuan was malicious, just speculating casually.

Qin Yanan didn't directly pay attention to An Nuan's social dynamics, it was only when Zhu Juntang and Qin Yanan were chatting, they just chatted about An Nuan by the way.

As for why Zhu Juntang knew about An Nuan's news, of course he learned about it from Bai Hui, a good friend of both An Nuan and Zhu Juntang.

In those photos of An Nuan, some were obviously in the hotel, Qin Yanan also looked at it casually, and knew that it is impossible for the hotel to not even have heating, sleeping on the floor...is not cold.

But Liu Changan and An Nuan didn't sleep on the floor... Qin Yanan was asked to sleep on the floor today, what a good brother, it made people feel warm like spring in their hearts.

"Nowadays, when people see snow, they always think of snow scenes. Whenever it snows in a city like Lin'an, it always arouses many yearning sighs on social media." Liu Chang'an's tone was flat, serious Looking at Qin Yanan.

That's true, but what does this have to do with you letting me sleep on the floor?

"At this time, few people think that snow means cold winter, and cold winter has always been a very difficult period in the history of human existence. Being able to enjoy winter snow scenes has been a privilege for a few people for most of the time since the birth of human beings. Privilege..." Liu Changan asked, "It is a biological instinct for human beings to fear the cold, but how can we resist the cold?"

"So you drilled wood to make fire, and taught human beings to keep warm from the cold?" Qin Yanan calmly cooperated with him and talked about it.

"Fat."

"what?"

"Whether it is warming by a fire, or the development of various types of heating equipment, in fact, it is only with the help of external conditions. When human beings do not have so many external conditions to resist the cold, they can only rely on their own fat. Your desire and needs are rooted in your genes." Liu Changan looked away from Qin Yanan's fat pile, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Qin Yanan finally understood what he meant by talking nonsense, and laughed angrily, "You mean, because it snowed that day, you felt cold, and the desire for fat rooted in your genes was activated, so you Just slept with An Nuan? It doesn't snow today, you don't feel the cold, even though I'm a mass of fat, you can send me to the floor to fall asleep?"

"That's almost what it means." Liu Changan laughed, "You understand me very well!"

"There is an obvious flaw in your words. How much fat can An Nuan have? Her fat content can activate you?" Qin Yanan snorted softly, walked around in front of Liu Changan, and didn't say anything. I went to look through the cabinet.

She just walked around in front of him, needless to say about showing off, it was too vulgar.

"And a quilt and cushions."

Qin Yanan breathed a sigh of relief, this would be a good solution, after all, it is impossible for two people to sleep on the same bed, but sleeping in the same room must be nothing to mind.

Qin Yanan spread the cushions on the carpet, took pillows and quilts and made a sleeping bed, and said to Liu Chang'an, "It's so late, so don't bother? Let's make it easy, you are the old man, you sleep on the bed. I She's just a little sister who nobody cares about, and it doesn't matter if she hits the floor."

In fact, Liu Chang'an had no objection to the bed or the floor. He just read the resentment she said, so he lay down and occupied the floor that Qin Yanan had just made.

"This looks like a big brother." Qin Yanan pursed her lips and laughed, seeing the luggage in the corner, she turned her head and looked at Liu Chang'an hesitantly.

"What's wrong?" Liu Changan was holding the back of his head with his hands, lying on the floor and looking at Qin Yanan.

"I... I brought the clothes of the Republic of China and the cheongsam over here... I think since Su Nanxiu can return to Su Mei's appearance, why don't I try to return to Ye Sijin's appearance as much as possible. Do you want to see Jin'er?"

Chapter 683 Chen Feng Moonrise

Liu Chang'an stood on the balcony and looked at the waterside pavilions and terraces. The lights illuminated the strange stone pavilions hidden in the night, and the air gradually filled with a quiet and elegant fragrance.

Before the beauty arrives, the fragrance is already enveloping.

Qin Yanan was changing clothes in the bedroom, her shadow fell on the curtains, she was as light and slender as a paper-cut figure in a shadow puppet show, she pulled up her long hair and was carefully twisting it into a bun.

She put her hands on the collar and started to unbutton the buttons one by one. Liu Changan then turned his head away without looking at her shadow, still staring at the boundless darkness.

If you want to live like an ordinary person, you can't forget your feelings. Ordinary people are ordinary people full of fireworks, life and death, sorrow, joy and sorrow. The most worrying thing is longing.

Liu Changan always feels that he has an ordinary heart, and has never been truly extraordinary. He is also very satisfied with his state, which is his pursuit.

This mortal heart is much harder than ordinary people, it can't be steamed, boiled, smashed, or fried, just like that copper pea, it is extremely smooth without any flaws when you look closely.

It's just that most of the smooth mirror-like surfaces in this world are made after countless polishing and cutting.

Ye Sijin, he missed her.

He thought of her bouncing after him when she was a child, trotting a few steps from time to time, grabbing his little finger.

When he looked back at her, she raised her head with a happy smile on her round face.

He thought of how stubborn she was to sit at the door and wait from dusk to dawn in order to wait for him when she agreed to go home at night.

He thought she was in his arms, he held her hand, and taught her to write her own name, the crooked words "Ye Sijin".

He thought that when she grew up, she would put on the gown and skirt of the women's college, with her long hair fluttering, and she would look like a girl. The slightly shy tenderness between her eyebrows and eyes would always bloom the first time she saw him.

"elder brother."

The curtain and door were drawn open, and there was a soft cry.

"Jin'er is here to see you."

Liu Changan turned his head, and saw Ye Sijin who had traveled through time and amazed the night. The girl who was bright and melancholy in those days was standing under the light, watching him with shy tenderness.

Her eyes are like a round of bright moon, long through the ages, reflecting him a hundred years ago, and also containing him a hundred years later.

She was wearing a light green and silvery silk top, the sleeves and the hem of the dress were woven with circles of interlaced lace, and the silver flower clusters were scattered on her chest, blooming along with her undulating bustline In a state of full bloom, her white arms stretched out from the loose cuffs, her hands were clasped together in front of her lower abdomen, her pale and tender fingers twisted a little nervously or uneasily.

The skirt is a little shorter than what people think it was seen in the TV dramas of the Republic of China. It just touched the knees. You can still find many posters of clothing companies in the Republic of China period, so you can know that the atmosphere at that time was not very conservative.

She is wearing socks, which are made of soft fabric, which is very suitable for the skin of a delicate woman, and they have a warmth that makes people want to hold them in their hands and feel the temperature.

She didn't wear shoes, and walked on the floor quietly, just like time slipping away from her, without taking away a trace of the quietness of beauty.

"Brother, Jin'er is back by your side again."

There is a natural squeamishness in her voice, this is the kind of sweetness that a woman will produce when she is in a private environment, facing the person she is closest to, admires, and the person who makes her most at ease. squeamish.

Liu Changan walked in, slowly closed the door curtain, and embraced her heavily.

She panted softly, leaned against his arms, raised her chin slightly, her lips were opened because of the sudden suffocation of her breath, her eyes were confused, and she leaned her head sideways on his cheek.

Because of his hug, her body leaned forward, her toes involuntarily stood on tiptoe, her waist was pressed against his lower abdomen, this feeling of being hugged so strongly by him made her feel the blood in her body rushing to her heart And the brain, impacting everywhere, a little dizzy.

"Jin'er...Brother, I'm sorry."

Liu Changan seldom feels that he is sorry for anyone, sometimes he doesn't care, sometimes he forgets, sometimes he has no way not to care, and also has no way to forget.

She was originally Ye Sijin, and she didn't need to work so hard to pretend to be Ye Sijin to make him feel her presence.

"Brother, it's okay, Jin'er is fine."

Her voice was whispered by the wind, and it rang in his ears. Liu Changan let go of his arms, held her round shoulders, and carefully looked at the face with light makeup, which was no longer reserved. , without that kind of deliberate indifference and indifference, the shyness and admiration in his eyes finally became what Ye Sijin used to be in his heart.

The usual Qin Yanan was always more reserved and proud, sometimes he seemed to cling to him, sometimes he would push him away slightly, and sometimes he would quietly and tentatively reveal his small thoughts to observe his reaction.

When she recovered Ye Sijin's identity, she was what she is now, no longer an old friend who seems to have re-established a relationship with him, but his clingy and lovely sister.

"It's fine, I will take you with me wherever I go from now on." Liu Changan held her hand and sat down, sizing her up carefully.

Qin Yanan's eyes trembled slightly, his eyes made her heart beat unceasingly, and she was even a little short of breath, it would be great if he looked at her like this normally, if he looked at Qin Yanan the same way, that would be great... No, I am Ye Sijin in the first place, I remember many, many things, but it will take some time to fully recover the memory and emotional details.

His hand was holding the back of his hand, Qin Yanan turned his hand over and interlaced his fingers, there was no moonlight outside the window, but looking at his eyes shining like the moon, Qin Yanan remembered the song "Chen Feng·Moonrise" .

This is the oldest poem about the moon and the beauty in the world. Countless literati began to associate the moon with longing, and it was from this poem.

The moon rises brightly, and people stand out,

Relax and correct, worry and relax!

The moon rises brightly, the outstanding people are beautiful,

Soothe and worry, work hard!

The moon rises and shines, shining brightly,

Shu Yao Shaoxi, troublesome and miserable!

As long as you look up at the moon, your thoughts will be awakened, just like Ye Sijin will be awakened as long as his eyes are watching her.

"Brother, we will never be separated." Qin Yanan leaned on Liu Changan's shoulder and said softly. Now is not the time of the crisis of subjugation of the country and species a hundred years ago. Although this crisis has never been really resolved, there may be needs in the future. When he stepped forward, he said that he would take her with him wherever he went.

She would be with him anytime, but now she was holding his hand, and she had his child in her belly, so how could they be separated?

It's just not to be separated, she didn't think about other things, she is not those little girls who can only be jealous, more than 100 years have passed, many things that little girls care about, are just side issues, company is the most important thing of.

Didn't Su Mei go to Antarctica, maybe she will marry a penguin.

Isn't the final winner still yourself?Still with him.

Chapter 684 Zhou Dongdong Nobody Likes

Qin Yanan woke up in the morning, heard the sound of steady breathing, smelled the familiar body odor, opened his eyes and saw Liu Changan lying beside him, and couldn't help but think of Niu Qiao's "Bodhisattva Man".

Jade furnace ice mat, mandarin duck brocade, powder melting fragrance and sweat flowing mountain pillow.

The sound of the reel outside the curtain raised his eyebrows with a smile.

Liu Yin is light and indifferent, with low temples and hairpins.

You have to work hard all your life to make you happy today.

This poem is about a love affair, but it is actually a bit different from this situation, because she just chatted with Liu Changan for a long time last night, listening to him talk about her childhood, and finally fell asleep with her clothes on , Waking up is misty dawn.

Naturally, she didn't have "Fen Rongxiang sweating on the mountain pillow", presumably he was at An Nuan's house the night before yesterday, so this poem was more appropriate.

Qin Yanan was a little shy, "I have to work hard all my life, and I will make you happy today", this sentence is really intimacy, but it makes people's hearts beat and blushes, and it has the same meaning as "I will make people haggard because of Yixiao, and the belt will get wider and wider, and I will never regret it" The beauty of singing harmony.

She can "have to work hard all her life to make you happy today", if he can "make people haggard for Iraq, and the belt gets wider and wider, and he will never regret it", that would be great.

In the morning, the warm temperature in the room was just right, and it was so comfortable that Qin Yanan sighed softly. He was lying beside her, her heart was swollen, and it was inevitable that she would be a little dreamy. Feeling the heat on the skin, she sat up quickly, no longer greedy for his embrace.

Last night, I didn't cross anything with him. I don't know if Qin Peng would be thinking about something. If it is said that a man and a woman are together for one night, nothing will happen. If it spreads, no one will believe it. If some unscrupulous novelists find out , Maybe some out-of-the-box plots will be made up and spread, and it is unknown.

Just like the matter between Cui Yingying and Zhang Sheng, Wang Shifu only wrote a little bit, but many idlers filled it up and arranged a lot of pornographic words and songs.

Qin Yanan went to the bathroom to wash up. The temperature in the room was actually a bit high last night, and he might have sweated a little, so he needed to take a shower.

When she came out of the shower, she saw that Liu Changan had woken up and was leaning against the bedside, fiddling with his phone.

Liu Changan looked at Qin Yanan, her cheeks were pink and flushed, and her skin was moist and tender. Even if a beauty came out of the bath, she would exude a delicious feeling, like a fruit sprayed with water mist , aroma and attractive color.

"It was agreed that you slept on the floor, so why did you stay on my bed all night?" Liu Changan pointed to the quilt and pillows that were still spread on the floor.

"Nonsense, you have already promised you to sleep on the floor bunk, and then you dragged me to chat, and you fell asleep while chatting, and refused to sleep on the floor bunk." Qin Yanan said coquettishly, "How can you be such a big brother? I don’t want to sleep on the floor. Anyway, it’s my bed, and you’re the one who sleeps on my bed.”

"Is that so?" Liu Changan thought about it suspiciously, and then gave up. "I'm getting old and forgetful easily. Whatever you say is what you say."

"I'll talk nonsense." Qin Yanan changed into a cheongsam, pushed open the balcony door and looked out. Her hair was neatly combed, hanging down her back, and the ends of her hair fell on her hips.

The hairline, the gap formed between the waist and the hip line is like a crescent moon. Looking through the gap, you can see the fog outside the window surrounding the attic, like a fairyland.

The beauty in the morning stands by the window on the water's edge and stares quietly, which is an amazing view.

"I'll go to the kitchen. I'll order something for Ziqing today. Doesn't he want to eat lychees?" Liu Changan stood up and walked to the bathroom.

"Wait a minute..." Qin Yanan hurriedly grabbed Liu Changan, his face was slightly ashamed, "I'll clean it up."

Liu Changan nodded, it seemed that he had changed his clothes inside and out.

Liu Changan stayed in Jinling for two days and helped Qin Peng recuperate his body. He felt that this was not the last Spring Festival that he and Qin Peng spent together. Liu Changan returned to Junsha on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

Junsha is still wet and cold, and the temperature is a little lower than that of Jinling. The snow here has melted completely. Occasionally, someone finds a little dusty snow in a remote corner and sends a message Commemorate the circle of friends.

After Liu Changan arrived at the high-speed rail station, he did not exit the station. He followed the flow of people through the gates through the subway passage, which saved him a process of exiting the station and then transferring to the subway security check.

There were not many people, and the people in the aisle were still deserted in twos and threes. Many people seemed to be returning home at this time of year, with tired expectations on their faces, while others looked solemn, as if it was already time to leave home.

Liu Changan scanned the QR code to enter the station, put his hands on his knees, and sat opposite a slightly stooped, but hale and hearty old man, who sat in the same "preferential treatment for the elderly, weak, sick and disabled" seat as Liu Changan.

The subway was very empty, so of course I sat casually.

Liu Chang'an glanced at the old man, and the old man also glanced at Liu Chang'an, without saying a word, but the old man stretched his hand into his pocket, but did not take out anything.

Liu Changan still maintained a quiet and composed posture.

After seven or eight stations, the old man said something to Liu Chang'an with a little appreciation, "It's really rare to see young people who don't play with their mobile phones when they take the subway now."

"I'm going to play now." Liu Changan took out his phone and looked at the information.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, and took out his mobile phone.

Liu Changan smiled. The old man probably felt that there were very few people sitting on the subway without their mobile phones playing, so he had to put on a posture of not playing with their mobile phones, which seemed different, and even competed with Liu Changan. Let's see who can resist pulling out their phone to play.

Struggles are everywhere in life, and Liu Changan was defeated.

Liu Changan felt even more defeated when he saw the WeChat message Zhu Juntang sent him.

Sometimes Zhu Juntang sent WeChat messages to Liu Changan, and sometimes text messages on his mobile phone. Liu Changan swiped. The last time he saw Zhu Juntang’s WeChat messages were some selfies, he closed the chat interface without looking carefully.

I took another look today and realized that those were not Zhu Juntang’s selfies. The style that is as high as the sky and the color of the snow, and the white and warm self-confidence are the capital that Zhu Juntang does not have.

This is white fennel.