City: A pen at the beginning promotes a perfect accident

On February 9, 2021, at 07:30 in the morning, the long-lost sunshine penetrated through the layers of clouds, pouring warm light across the huge city.

On the bed.

Ye Yuan, whose face was still pale, opened his eyes.

He felt the pain that kept pouring out like a tide, and he exhaled, inhaled... and sat up.

Ye Yuan lowered his head, spread out his hands in front of him, with well-proportioned and slender fingers, wearing a white hospital gown. Behind the hospital gown was a bandage.

He walked to the bed and looked out the window at the bright sunshine through the thin curtains.

Timely.

The door behind him was pushed open…

"Brother Yuan! Lin

Mang, who was wearing a straight black uniform, saw Ye Yuan, his resolute and solemn face showed a touch of joy, then disappeared, quickly approached, and shouted

"What was going on outside while I was asleep?"

Withdrawing his gaze, Ye Yuan turned his eyes slightly towards Lin Mang and asked

"Martial law has been imposed in Yangcheng."

Lin Mang responded in a deep voice.

…

After hearing the reports one by one, Ye Yuan frowned and thought about it carefully in his heart.

After a slight pause, he turned���asked:

"Wu Sidi, how is it?"

"Everything is being carried out according to the steps you listed..."

Lin Mang said.

After asking questions one after another, Ye Yuan walked into the inner layer of the ward. When he walked out, he was wearing a windbreaker, with a reserved and hidden temperament.

As soon as he walked out of the ward, a man huddled in the corner. The black mass made him stop.

As if he noticed the movement behind the door, the black mass raised its head, but it was the black-haired stray dog from last night... it let out a"Woo" sound and circled around. At Ye Yuan's feet, his tail was wagging happily.

Outside the extremely quiet room, this half-grown stray dog brought out a little life.

"Last night, after you were sent to the operating room, he squatted outside the operating room. Lin Mang looked at the stray dog with cold eyes and showed a touch of warmth. He said:"Later, you were sent to this room to rest, and it also stayed outside the ward."

…

Ye Yuan heard it and nodded.

He half-squatted down, no longer caring about the so-called infection or bacteria, and stroked the dog's hair with his generous palms.

After teasing for a while, Ye Yuan suddenly stopped and looked at the half-grown stray dog seriously.

The little head raised doubtfully and looked at the young man whom he believed to be the master.

A loud voice rang out in his ears.

It didn't understand the meaning... but it became inexplicably excited and happy!

The tail wags more cheerfully!

It firmly remembers the pronunciation of two of the words!

"From now on... your name will be 'Xiao Tian'’！"

Ye Yuan looked at the dog who kept responding to him with a smile.

Holding 'Xiao Tian' in his arms, he strode down the long corridor

…

Originally, Ye Yuan planned to check the work progress of the 'Wu Sidi', but now, he has postponed this incident.

He walked into a bathroom, turned on the faucet, wet his palms with cold tap water, and then rubbed the tangled hair of 'Xiao Tian'.

Xiao Tian trembled, and the water droplets on his hair splashed all over Ye Yuan.

Ye Yuan grinned and laughed.

…

After a while, he calmed down the emotions on his face.

Walking in the long corridor, you can see a mysterious, majestic and calm demeanor.

A half-grown dog followed at my feet.

He looked at the members of the 'Nighthawks' guarding the two wooden doors, nodded slightly to them, and stopped, with Lin Mang following behind him.

Raising his hand to stop the night watcher's movements, Ye Yuan knocked on the door, a clear and powerful sound that lasted for a long time.

‘Dong Dong Dong…Dong Dong…’

…

The eighty-nine-year-old Master Wu Sidi, with gray hair, wearing reading glasses and a black mandarin jacket, opened a wooden door.

Seeing it was Ye Yuan, he just nodded, then turned around.

Ye Yuan didn't care and strode into the studio.

There are manuscripts scattered around, and from the occasional lines and brushstrokes, it can be vaguely seen that these are ancient murals carved by a mysterious ethnic group thousands of years ago in the 'Fourth Land of Wu'.

Ye Yuan kept walking by.

Sometimes I would reach out and pick up a few manuscripts.

It can be noticed that all the contents in the"murals" are all sophisticated and are created and produced entirely from the perspective of the ancients...

They contain ancient history, humanities, art... and countless details!

Stand with hands tied.

Standing in the center of the studio, looking at the 'ancient mural' mold created through plaster

…

After a long time, Ye Yuan carefully considered the steps on the 'path' in front of him.

He looked at the eighty-nine-year-old old master Wu Sidi, and then said in a deep voice:"Under the 'Liurong Temple', there is an underground palace that has never been discovered..."

He heard Ye Yuan's words.

Wu Sidi listened attentively, with a look of surprise on his wrinkled face.

‘Liurong Temple is an ancient temple in Yangcheng. The earliest date is more than 1,500 years ago.

"I want you to use the steps I gave you to modify and reproduce this ancient mural in that underground palace..."

Ye Yuan said seriously

"I try my best."

Wu Sidi took a deep breath and responded.

This mural, which was set a thousand years ago, will be identified as the invitation to the court by Li Sui, the governor who repaired the 'Liurong Temple' more than a thousand years ago. San Dafu, the prefect of Guangzhou, General Mingwei, the magistrate of Panyu, Zhechong Duwei Li Gong, and the monk Baolun jointly carved it out and guarded it in the underground palace.

‘Dawn Club' is about to truly join the world!

…

February 9, 2021, 9:20 am.

A black car left the heavily guarded old building.

Sit in the car.

Ye Yuan's calm eyes stared at the depressive, tense and solemn atmosphere that enveloped the city.

The screen behind the chair lit up, and it was still full of news related to Yangcheng last night.

Something about the 'airplane' accident.

Also, regarding the 'earthquake' report...

Ordinary citizens living in the sun are bathed in the scorching sun and are well protected.

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