Troubled Times

The sun after noon is very bright, but it is out of reach for Jiang Ying at this moment, it is so shallow, but why can't I swim in the military camp since I was a child? People, where have they gone? There was no air in his lungs, and the surroundings were getting darker and darker. The red koi that he hadn't caught swam past him leisurely, as if he was laughing at himself.It's a pity that the next time I meet that person, it's probably something different.That person, who is that person?A melodious tune came from a distance, "The living can die, but the dead cannot be resurrected. Those who are born cannot die, and those who die can be resurrected..."

The morning sun shines through the light green window screens, and passes over the person on the large carved bed covered with dark green auspicious clouds and silver brocade quilt. The person's whole body is buried in the quilt, leaving only a few clumps of dull hair exposed. The man sat up panting heavily, the quilt was lifted by a white and slender hand, and there were still some water stains in his misty eyes.

"It's just a dream." She touched her face with her slender white hands and calmed down. She has never been so close to death before, because all dangers will be blocked by Fang Han. Suddenly, Jiang Ying patted the quilt "It's bad, I've slept through, why didn't Fang Han wake me up today, I think he's going to be punished for running a lap again." As he said that, the person on the bed stood up and got up, grabbed the shirt on the shelf and buttoned it in his hand. He ran downstairs, and when he reached the first floor, he happened to find his mother staring at him in a daze.

Jiang Ying's movements paused, and she suddenly thought that she could please her own mother and ask her to take a leave of absence for her.Thinking about this, she heard her mother say, "Are you in good health? You just ran out in a shirt, and go back to me quickly. It's not you who burned it like a soldering iron before." Jiang Ying stopped and digested Yang Xinrou's mouth Then, no longer in a hurry, she walked down slowly and sat down beside Yang Xinrou, massaging Yang Xinrou's shoulders, Yang Xinrou was very helpful, she squinted her eyes and enjoyed it, but she heard Jiang Ying who moved her face closer and blurted out: "Mom, why are you getting old?" .”

Yang Xinrou just wanted to boast that she became filial when she grew up, but when she heard this, she immediately became angry: "Jiang Ying, you little bastard, are you going to rebel! Jiang Yihong, look at your good son!"

Jiang Ying suddenly felt that he had said the wrong thing, so he bowed his hands to his mother as if to please her

"Be careful what you say, your mother is the age of Ai Mei." Jiang Yihong finally put down the newspaper, and glanced at his son.But I don't know who I'm helping with what I say.

"You two are trying to piss me off." Yang Xinrou scolded, and poked Jiang Ying's head with her finger, "You are already in your twenties, and you hang out with your group of cronies when you leave the military headquarters all day long. They taught you What are they, I will go home on time every night from now on.”

"Go to the military, don't I have to go to school?" Jiang Ying wondered when she graduated

"What are you talking about? Why are you still going to school?" Yang Xinrou pulled Jiang Ying to him nervously

"How old am I this year?" Jiang Ying asked looking at Yang Xinrou's flustered look

"It's nineteen, did you forget something?" Yang Xinrou asked cautiously

"But I remember that I just passed my 15th birthday last year. I remember that it was still summer before I woke up. Why is it still a little cold now?" Jiang Ying's face was a little dignified

Yang Xinrou looked at him and said to himself, his face turned pale, "Ru Wu, go and get a doctor, he said that the young master seems to have a fever, and this foreign doctor is just unreliable, why did you find such a doctor for Ying'er, you too Why did you get a fever after everything was fine..." Yang Xinrou moved her lips and didn't continue, Jiang Yihong glanced at her and then looked at the newspaper in his hand.

Jiang Ying changed her mind and asked excitedly, "Mom, have I finished my studies?"

Mrs. Jiang gave him a sideways glance, "What time is it, you're still thinking about this."

"Don't worry, if you forget, my father will tell the principal to let you go back to school," Jiang Yihong added coolly from the side.

"Don't, Dad, let me think about it again, maybe I just woke up and didn't react." Jiang Ying was so frightened that she hurriedly made amends.It is enough to go to a place like a military academy once, and he can recite what he has learned twice and stay in school to teach.

After an incense stick of time, the doctor invited over, but after checking the pulse for a long time, he only said that the young master probably had a fever. This kind of situation is also rare, but maybe he will remember it later.

Mrs. Jiang saw that he couldn't say anything, so she saw off the guest.

"Mother, where is my brother Fang Han?" Jiang Ying just remembered that there is one person missing. Since he has graduated, that guy Fang Han must have graduated long ago.

"He led the troops to go out. He's not as busy as you. He knows how to go in and out of restaurants and theaters all day long." Mrs. Jiang's eyes flickered and she patted Jiang Ying lightly. Looking at Jiang Ying's more refined eyebrows, she said, "My son is getting better The more handsome you are, I don't know which girl is suitable for it? I heard that there is a girl in Beiting Women's College this year who is very good-looking and good at studying..."

"Stop, stop, mother, why are you talking about this again?" Jiang Ying fell helplessly on the sofa.

Jiang Ying neither followed Jiang Yihong's handsomeness nor Yang Xinrou's bright beauty, her face was very delicate but could not be mistaken for a girl, but her pair of peach blossom eyes followed the old man of the Yang family, neatly dressed It's also Mr. Pianpian, but Jiang Ying always feels that her face is a bit feminine, and she has wanted to change faces with Fang Han since she was a child.

At this moment, Jiang Ying knew that she was burnt out and lost her memory, but she was not as anxious as Mrs. Jiang. She just felt sleepy, yawned, and staggered upstairs again. After a night of nightmares, she should go back to bed and get back to bed. Take a break.

It was already afternoon when Jiang Ying woke up again, the sun was westward but the sun was shining warmly, and a fever caused four years of memory to be disconnected. What a disaster, remember at the end of the dream, I heard The tune was probably Peony Pavilion, Jiang Ying shook his head, how could he listen to that kind of tune? Could it be that some character he has won recently likes to sing this tune?Recalling the previous dream, it seems that I fell into the koi pond of my home because I wanted to catch my father's precious fish. The feeling of suffocation and dying was too real, as if just now, and I seemed to forget If there is one person, who will that person be?

"Fired?" The burgundy gown was embroidered with dark patterns in the shape of bats, and her fair fingers looked more like jade against the black chess pieces.

"Yeah, I can go now. I have already left Beiting, and I was brought back by you." The visitor complained. If I had known earlier, I might as well stay in school to teach. The outside world is too scary.

"What are you going to do, how nice it is to work here"

"I'm here to save people, you are obviously a killer organization" Although the voice was very low, it was still heard by the chess player

"My Jieyou Pavilion is dedicated to relieving people's worries. It matches your industry very well. Those who say that we are a killer organization are jealous of our independence." The mask covered the upper half of his face, so only the corners of his slightly raised mouth could be seen.

"Congratulations, the pavilion master said that you can officially come to work with us." A young man next to him stepped forward and patted that man's shoulder, smiling gloatingly.