The Year of Rebirth

The boy opened his eyes in disbelief, and still couldn't believe what happened before him.

The owner didn't look much older than him.His legs are very slender. At this moment, his head is slightly raised, and his squinted eyes are full of arrogance, which is outrageous.

The monster had no thinking at all, but for some reason it subconsciously flinched when it met the man's eyes.However, the homeowner, who was clearly about to go berserk, couldn't let it go. With his raised arm, countless red lights climbed out from the ground, surrounding it like a cage.

The owner of the house didn't say much, he didn't even bother to look at the monster trapped in the red light, he turned his head sideways and scanned the surrounding ruins, his brows were furrowed, which could kill a fly.

"It's so depressing..." He seemed very dissatisfied with the situation he was in. He stood there mumbling and underestimating for a while, and then remembered the roaring monster trapped in the red light. "For the sake of waking me up, I'll give you a treat." He was talking to himself, his fingers slightly pressed together, and he made a clear voice.

The red light suddenly lit up, turned into a circle and wrapped the monster, quickly shrunk to a small point, and then exploded, brilliant like fireworks.

The young man swallowed his mouth and hand, blinked his eyes and still couldn't believe that such a huge monster was so easily dealt with... The way he looked at the owner changed instantly.

The homeowner who looked at him sideways saw his reaction, smiled and said, "Come here, little thief."

Boy: "..." ∑(っ°Д°;)っHe was exposed? !

The owner of the house kicked away the bamboo at his feet, and familiarly led the boy away from the small bamboo house that was already facing nature directly, and entered another room.

The young man who was slowly moving while holding the spirit seat felt that he was under a lot of pressure.

The young man waited for a long time but did not wait for the owner to listen to what he said. He could only sit aside and carefully look at the domineering young man sitting in the first seat. It was only at this moment that he really saw that face clearly.

It was an indescribable feeling.

The young man is like a monster, because his every move reveals a kind of strangeness for no reason, especially the pair of phoenix eyes that are raised up, which is simply deceiving.But when he looks at you with half-down eyes, all you can feel is boundless fear, not bewitched mind.

He was born very well, he was like the little boy who was always cast aside by himself on weekdays, but after he took on the incomparable arrogance, he became a little more disobedient, and he was full of extravagance, as if he was born to be so high and look down on the world. .

The young man felt that his ominous premonition had increased, so he could only lower his head and wait for the old man to speak.

Seeing that he had finished sizing up, the young man didn't make him wait long.

"Listen up, little thief." He sneered. "Starting tomorrow, you will be responsible for protecting this body. He will leave here and go somewhere else. Your responsibility is to protect him along the way."

"This body?" The boy was taken aback. "what do you mean……"

"Don't come up with any bad ideas." The young man smiled fiercely. "I am sleeping in this body, and I have to pay a certain price for waking me up, have you seen it?"

Thinking of the fate of that monster, the boy trembled, and hurriedly nodded to show that he knew.

"Very good." The young man rubbed the tip of his index finger against the pulp of his thumb, his smile faded, and his aloofness returned. "I planted a contract on you, if you don't want to die, just be obedient."

Teenager: "..." (/口) Does he have the right to protest?

The night was very thrilling, and Su Li had a weird dream all night.In his dream, he was wearing a heavy robe full of Sanskrit, and looking down at the world from the clouds in the nine heavens, what he saw was chaos.The feeling was so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

Everything in front of him was blurry, but he could feel his own emotions, full of anger, and even grievance and pain.

He turned around and slapped the person next to him, and then woke up with a start.

He couldn't remember what the man in the black robe beside him looked like, nor who he was, but the feeling of disappointment was deeply imprinted in his mind, making it difficult for him to control himself for a while.

All the memories about Onmyoji that he discarded in the past are circling in his sea of ​​consciousness at this moment. It seems that with a thought, he can completely control them, hold this power in his hands, and look down on the world.

It's a pity that Su Li never had this plan, although he has adjusted his plan of traveling around, and intends to retrieve the memory that obviously belongs to him but is very strange to him.

His intuition told him that it was very important to him.

And in the distant endless abyss, a pair of golden eyes also slowly opened.It looks like a cat's pupil, but the haze in it makes people timid.

"King?" The soldiers guarding the side turned to look at the man in black with some doubts.

"Nothing, just an old friend... woke up..."

"Cut!" With the director's shout, all the staff in the audience breathed a sigh of relief.

Su Liunian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, climbed down from the wooden bed in the small bamboo hut, and took out the two thin films in his pupils. Even if he couldn't feel the color-changing device, it still made him uncomfortable.

The props team hurriedly started to clean up, and Su Liunian walked to the director's side with his clothes in his hands.

"The fleeting time has come?" The director looked very happy. "This scene was shot very well, especially when the momentum changed. My initial idea was to shoot this in two parts. After all, not everyone can..." The director paused here, not knowing how to take it up. .

"Not everyone can perform Jingfen so well." The screenwriter on the side continued.He always spoke like this, Su Liunian was hurt by him a lot, knowing that he didn't do it on purpose, he didn't get angry, instead he smiled gently.

"I also thought it needed to be split into two parts at first." On this point, he can't afford to lie. "But then I felt that if it was like that, the audience would find out if the connection was not good."

The director laughed, and liked his attitude very much, patted him on the shoulder and said: "Although the background setting of the things written by this guy is not good, but the script is definitely good, nothing to say, at least reading the plot requires IQ hahahaha .” He turned a corner and said about the screenwriter, obviously this wasn’t the first time he made such a joke.

When Su Liunian saw the screenwriter's face, I was noble and cold and glamorous, Mr. Bingshan didn't recognize this funny director's expression at all, and he smiled even wider: "Well, the screenwriter's high IQ is known in the industry."

The screenwriter snorted, got up and walked away.

Wen Chuyuan, who was walking from a distance and was still struggling with the two flowing straps behind his costume, had no idea what was wrong with him, so the scriptwriter gave him a cold face, and asked Su Liunian inexplicably: "What's wrong with An Ning? He left." So soon...have an inspiration to change the script?"

Su Liunian smiled and said: "Maybe, um, change the little thief into a flower picker."

Wen Chuyuan could hear that he was joking with himself, rolled his eyes and squatted beside the director to watch the previous scene.

Su Liunian had gone a little far, and he could be heard complaining to the director: "The straps on the back of this dress are too long, why did the thieves keep these two things?"

The director said: "It seems that you are very elegant, don't you think?"

Wen Chuyuan: "... When I didn't ask..." He and the director must not be from the same world...

Today, Su Liunian's tasks have all been completed, he took Shen Yue back to the hotel after taking off his make-up and changing back into his clothes.

He still has no code for the manuscript, and he has decided to open a new article today. He has never been a person who will miss the appointment.

Due to the slow writing speed of "The Prosperous Age and Elegy", Su Liunian only planned to update one chapter every day. Compared with his previous speed, it seemed a bit slow, and several guys in the author group coaxed him to write another chapter Wen, Su Liunian thought about it, and felt that he was writing history anyway, and if there was official history, there would also be unofficial history. Anyway, it was all about these dynasties, which made his thinking not too escaping.

Writing short historical stories, that is, Onoshi, is actually a very interesting thing.Not all the so-called true stories are true, the short stories that are passed down among the people, the short stories made up by individuals, Su Liunian is full of ideas when he starts his hands.He adopted the same technique as "Onmyoji", with several main tasks connecting various ancient stories.By the way, you can also talk about ghosts and ghosts.

These days, except for filming, Su Liunian spends his time coding on the optical network. It's strange to say that Su Xuanqing has always emphasized that he must contact him every day. If Su Liunian hadn't contacted him in the past, he would have called several times to inquire. But these days it has been much quieter, and Su Liunian is still a little uncomfortable...

Brother, let him take care of him, he is not used to it, let him relax and let him go, he is not used to it.

Su Liunian didn't know what to do with him, so he rubbed his eyebrows and let him go.

That night, readers who spent a whole day writing the Fleeting Years column finally refreshed the new article. After clicking on it, they found that some people didn't even realize it when they were writing history.

[*Reader:...I read it right...Daily, this is a world built by myself and then write history for him...∑(っ°Д°;)っThis is too scary...]

[*Reader: I finally know why Da Da has been preparing for so long... I have a premonition that I will fall into the big pit of the long story... I feel excited after reading the opening...]

【*Reader: I read Chapter 1 three times, and I can read something unique each time... What is a big brain made of... (⊙0⊙)】

【*Reader: (⊙0⊙) Greatly, this is the rhythm of being a creator god, and the schedule is very detailed...Is this the rhythm of killing obsessive-compulsive disorder patients?Can't help but want to find the BUG...]

[*Reader: Good idea upstairs, I wanted to find it too, but I didn't find it in Chapter 1...]

[*Reader: Weakly means... Is it just me who noticed that Da Da wrote a chapter a day?It's too scary, how can I bear it (〒_〒)]

[*Reader: The one upstairs is full of hatred... We want to ignore that sentence (╯－＿－)╯╧╧Why did you bring it up?

[*Reader: I silently gave you a thumbs up. If you guys are arguing slowly, I'll just watch. 】

Su Liunian probably paid attention to the atmosphere after questioning and found that there was no quarrel, so he launched the background and went to QWQ to report in the group of authors in charge of Luo Chuanyun.

He was pulled into this group not long ago, the reason is that this group of authors found out that their editor actually signed and wrote Fleeting Years, and many book fans hidden in it were rolling around and showing off their cuteness, and even threatened to force the editor to write this book. Only misfit authors are pulled in.

This is how Luo Chuanyun cried to Su Liunian: I have been miserable for eight lifetimes...how come the authors I met threatened me with broken updates QAQ

[Unfavorable Flying Years] The new article is ready... updated every day.

[Lying down and dying] QAQ, how can you bear to treat us like this, one change a day or something, one change three thousand or something, too little, okay... how to live!

[Sad people don't grow crops] I'm done!Got the sofa too!你hahahahahaha, you, this group of slag is coming to worship me!

[Unfavorable fleeting time]... I didn't intend to post so soon, it was all forced by you...

[Old Antique] If you don’t post our article, the floor below our article asking for updates will always be covered. By the way, why do your readers want to build a floor below my article asking for updates? We are just an editor. The editor himself takes care of it I can't live with you (〒_〒)

[I don't understand] Don't guess what the reader is thinking...

【I'm very happy】Speaking of which, does Xiao Liunian have other jobs? ＿(:з」∠)＿It seems that you have so little time to code every day...

[Unfavorable fleeting time] Well, I have a side job ＿(:з"∠)＿

[Lying dead] (〒＿〒) There is also a side job... woo woo woo, you can buy a house in the capital with all the money you earn... What are you doing for a side job...

【Unfavorable Years】It's not about money 0V0

[Sad people don't grow crops] (╯‵口′)╯︵┻━┻ If there is no local tyrant, please be friends, please hug your thigh!

Su Liunian has a headache... I really don't know why these people are called noble and glamorous gods by readers, they are all Shen Jingbing, right...

His composition of the brain of the great god of the World Literature Network is really weak... It is simply disillusioning.