Fangro

The light is bright!

It was as bright as being in a sunny wilderness, but apart from the headache, it was neither cold nor hot.

Zhang Shuyu struggled to open his eyes, his field of vision was a blur at first, he was stunned for a long time, and then he remembered that his life should be dead, otherwise the heart-wrenching pain in his chest would not be at peace .

It's just that this blood-red hell really has a name for nothing, and the eyes are full of white...

As his vision became clearer, he suddenly realized that the white above his head was not a gauze, but a roof!

Zhang Shuyu was startled, glanced into the room and couldn't help jumping up from the bed, but soon fell back under the dizziness.

As he saw, the creation utensils in this room were all strange and strange.

In the Central Plains, there are no white roofs, strange doors with no locks, and such simple chairs. The nomadic Hou Bai people in the north live in white dome huts, but the top is round and the supporting umbrella bones are exposed. This roof is as white as snow and as flat as snow. The most peculiar thing about the ground is that there are no traces of mortise and tenon joints, which is rare in life.

This is definitely not Xuanquanzhi, or even the Central Plains.

Where is this?Why did I appear here?Who brought him here, and for what purpose?Jiang Han, who was wearing night clothes, said that he was Junior Brother Ying Shaoqiu. Is it credible or suspicious?

Zhang Shuyu had a lot of questions in his head, but when he used his brain, his mind was spinning, and his ears were buzzing. He had to raise his hand and pressed his swollen eye sockets, telling himself that he could not be chaotic or anxious, as the target person, he would survive. Come down, then Uncle Zhao and the guys should have more vitality. Now that people are fighting, he just waits and sees the changes.

Fortunately, the sound of footsteps didn't keep him waiting for too long. Zhang Shuyu looked towards the source of the sound, because he didn't expect that the person coming was neither Jiang Han nor an assassin in black, but a man with scantily clad clothes and a strange bun. Some were caught off guard.

Although the tooth merchant is lame, he has traveled a lot. He once went to the Sasan Dynasty in the west of the Central Plains, where it was hot all year round, and the people wore less clothes than this person. Opening the door, seeing the bustling and cheerful scene outside, I still couldn't help feeling surprised.

The outside should be a hall, but it occupies a larger area than the Daxiong Hall of the Royal Fengguo Temple. There are no huge wooden pillars, and the hall is as bright as a courtyard. Zhang Shuyu has never seen such a layout.

So many people gathered together, it should be a celebration or festival here, but neither officials nor consuls were seen, the people were scattered, but their posture did not look like they were playing.

Kongming lanterns are also weird, one after another, with round heads and pointed tails, shaped like water droplets. You can’t see the fire in them, but they are all floating and crowded under the roof. Moreover, people here are not afraid of fire, and no one looks up to see.

There is no need to mention the strange clothes, and then a little girl caught Zhang Shuyu's attention. She was only about 3 feet tall, but she was flying between the strange tables and chairs. Although she flew very low, her lightness kung fu seemed to be better than Jiang Han's , You don’t need to borrow something to continue your strength for half a day.

There are no less women than men in the hall, some are showing half their arms, some are laughing, the customs seem to be completely different from the rules of Yanchao women who do not leave the door and do not step out...

Zhang Shuyu was thinking about it, when his vision suddenly changed from colored to ephedra, a person suddenly covered his head, the necklace around his neck was dangling in front of his eyes, and there were rows of lines he did not recognize on the falling iron plate. The words were so unfamiliar that Zhang Shuyu intuitively felt that the communication would not be smooth.

Sure enough, Zhang Shuyu didn't understand half of the three sentences the visitor said with a bad face. What are the selection, liquidation, and real estate agency?Didn't they want Ying Shaoqiu's letter?

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The two stared wide-eyed and small-eyed for a long time, Quan Wei still didn't wait for Yang Zhen's explanation, it was a joke to adjust the atmosphere, so it was a bit embarrassing.

Silence can always ferment malice, Quan Wei frowned and said, "You're kidding me?"

Although this person was somewhat inexplicably hostile, his limbs were relaxed and there was no sign of attack. Zhang Shuyu was not afraid of him, so he answered frankly: "No."

Quan Wei looked indifferent: "Then what do you mean by saying a bunch of things I don't understand?"

It's come back again, and how many meanings can it have?This should be a difference in dialect expression, Zhang Shuyu can only try his best to understand, he originally planned to discuss the long-term plan, the masked man asked for a letter, and he wanted the news of Uncle Zhao and his buddy, but the meaning of talking and testing each other like this is What.

He thought that he was bound to die, so every moment after waking up was earned, he must be interrupted, and he would be subject to chaos. Longxi's journey to deliver the letter was long enough to teach him a lesson. Zhang Shuyu thought that if he could obey at the beginning The question in my heart, desperately asking Ying Shaoqiu for clarification, everything after that might be different.

Self-knowledge is the most important thing in a person, he is just a grassroots person, not like a hero who can bear hundreds of lives.

It's a pity that the overturned water is hard to recover, just like Jiang Han's last sentence "I knew it was like this" cannot be established. No matter what assumptions are made, his life will only have one ending, but he should not fall in the same place as he learns his wisdom. twice.

Zhang Shuyu has always been quick to make decisions, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes seemed to be broken: "I don't understand what you are saying. Talking is just a waste of words. Who brought me here? I want to see him .”

Neuropathy occurs every year, especially today, Quan Wei immediately showed a look of foolishness, he is a man with a temper, it is good if he doesn't yell at others, he can't stand others pointing fingers at him.

Quan Wei tightened his fingers, pulled the consultant's tie and lifted him up, smiling provocatively: "Who brought you here, who do you want to see, these have nothing to do with my shit, my problem is you People's service is very problematic, and they are very good at playing dumb, right? How about sending you a complaint? Don't tell me that you can't understand this sentence, Yang Zhen."

complaint?Zhang Shuyu said that I really didn't understand, but Yang Zhen?Zhen?Or Zhen?who is it?

The other party called an unfamiliar name, but the direction was facing her... Zhang Shuyu was shocked, and felt something was wrong for the first time after waking up from here. He touched his chest subconsciously, but there was no pain in the wound, which was abnormal It made him flustered, and this unreasonable panic continued to intensify, and gradually made him feel a chill down his spine.

If Zhang Shuyu knew the current buzzwords, he would probably be able to use the phrase "this is malice from the world".

The tooth merchant has traveled all over his life and knows that people's appearance, clothing, houses and tools can be different, but some things can be magically matched. A man has another name that he himself has never heard.

This kind of thing is impossible. He is sure that he is sober, so the only explanation is that the other party has identified the wrong person.Zhang Shuyu forcibly calmed down, looked straight into the other person's eyes and said, "How do you know that I, my name is... Yang Zhen?"

Quan Wei was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, impatiently with the other hand he lifted the badge on Yang Zhen's shirt and shook it.

Zhang Shuyu lowered her eyes, and saw a small flat card that seemed to be covered with water essence on her right chest. There was a small pattern printed on the left, and the words on the right were written in two layers: Yang Zhen, real estate consultant.

Zhang Shuyu was stunned for a moment by this ultimatum-like thing, then he looked away inadvertently, and saw his left ankle protruding from the bottom of the black open trousers, it was a little thin, the veins were exposed, and the skin was dry. A layer of skin flakes, but there is no scar on it.

This scene was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Zhang Shuyu couldn't help but his eyes went dark, and his mind went blank after being frightened by this strange experience.

His leg was once bitten by a black bear, and the tooth marks and torn scars are daunting. The top-notch Qusan Shengji powder in the Central Plains has no effect. Later, when people mention that the elder brother of the Zhang family is a good-looking talent, they will always say it is a pity, so Zhang Shuyu He knew better than anyone that this was not his leg!

This person is called Yang Zhen, and Yang Zhen is also written on his body. What about Zhang Shuyu, who is Zhang Shuyu?

The one lying flat has a rich expression, changing three times in a second can be said to be stress-free, Quan Wei watched the scene with cold eyes, thinking that he didn't do anything, he just looked seriously injured, what should he do? Don't you want to be finished, these days, you can't afford to mess with Pengci, but unfortunately, Brother Quan refuses to accept it.

Quan Wei held the tie and refused to let go, and said urgently: "Hey, talk!"

Zhang Shuyu's heart is full of waves, if a person can't even believe in himself, everything outside is even more unimportant.

Seeing that his eyes were not squinted, Quan Wei was determined to lie dead, one-way communication is impossible, and he was about to leave Yang Zhen to go to the hotline to complain, when suddenly a person popped out at the door.

"Hey, who are you? What are you doing? Let go, I don't know if he will suffer... Ah, the handsome guy is you."

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Huang Jin usually doesn't care about Yang Zhen so much, but today's situation is special, one is because the guilt caused by the previous ulterior motives is not outdated, and the other is that Yang Zhen asked his client to sign the house purchase contract without hesitation, anyway, he is only a few steps away from the infirmary. He just wanted to drop by and have a look.

Who would have guessed that if he didn't see it, he would be startled when he saw it. Yang Zhen had not only woken up, but was miraculously grabbed by the collar again. The man grabbed him and questioned him, but Yang Zhen was injured after all, so he had no choice but to grope in to smooth things over.

"Hey handsome guy, we meet again, what, he is not feeling well today, can you let go first."

Quan Wei raised half of his eyebrows, and there were two large characters of "do not believe" written on his face.

Didn't you say it earlier when you were uncomfortable, and you still choked on yourself full of nonsense?If this is a disease, it is the kind that cannot be cured by taking medicine.Moreover, when he was plausible just now, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all. As soon as he lifted him up, he became weak. Because of his prejudice, Quan Wei preconceived that Yang Zhen was just pretending.

He loosened his tie and caused Yang Zhen to fall back on the bed, raised his free hand and pointed at his head, and said darkly, "Why is he uncomfortable, is it here?"

The muffled sound of Yang Zhen hitting the ground on the back of his head, Huang Jin still feels "thumping" when he thinks about it now, so Quan Wei's cynicism just hit the right place, Huang Jin was startled by his words, and immediately asked: "What is he doing?" Is it?"

Quan Wei: "He said that you don't sell houses, but sell rice, cotton, livestock, and a lot of them... By the way, he also said that he couldn't understand me, and asked me to ask the person who brought him here to see him."

Huang Jin looked at this and that in a daze, thinking that if these words were really spoken by Yang Zhen, then he didn't quite understand them.

The intermediary who doesn’t sell the house is considered the best joke today, but how can there be a real estate consultant who treats the God of buying a house like a dog’s leg, big brother!This shouldn't be a brain breaker!

This time it’s really not that he wants to grab the order, it’s better to have no customers who make things difficult, Huang Jin forced a smile: “I’m sorry, handsome guy, Yang Zhen had an accident before the opening, injured his head and was unconscious for a long time, maybe not very sober, look at him It’s really not pretending to have a headache. Don’t pay attention to his nonsense. He doesn’t usually do this. Don’t bother with him. It’s so hot, come on, let me take you out for a glass of water. By the way, what do you have? The needs are the same as told me."

This is the attitude that a consultant should have. Compared with Yang Zhen, he looks even more unprofessional, but his colleagues now say that he is injured, and his condition is indeed abnormal. In order not to slap himself in the face, he had no choice but to put his hands in his pockets and said, "Thank you, I don't need it for now. Isn't your Jin Cheng pushing the fourth issue? I'll come back when the time comes..."

Having said that, he lowered his head and smiled maliciously: "I'm still looking for my old friend."

Huang Jin watched from the side, and for some reason, he felt that No. 66 looked like a weasel making an appointment for a chicken to celebrate the New Year.

Zhang Shuyu listened to them talking about Yang Zhen, and basically accepted that the wrong person was himself. He had a splitting headache and couldn't control his unbridled thinking. He tried to find a possibility for the current situation, and after much deliberation, he only thought of Tianshi He closed his eyes, thinking that this is really a weird dream.

But the feeling in the dream was extremely real. He first felt someone gently pushing his shoulder, and then a caring voice poured into his ears.

"Brother Yang, hello, Brother Yang, are you okay? Fuck! I'll take you to the doctor..."

On the other side, Quan Wei left the infirmary with his front foot, and encountered a group of thorns in his eyes in the sales hall.

"Hehe, isn't this our Brother Quan?"