Undying Body

Now should be the time for the misunderstandings to be resolved and the lovers to talk to each other, but Master Du completely ruined this possibility with one sentence, and he continued to complain: "It's so annoying, I just ran down and ran up again, early in the morning. It’s a fire, an explosion, and a rescue that makes it hard for people to get through…”

"You don't need to come up," Chang Sheng said softly in his arms, "I won't die..."

"Idiot!" Young Master Du tightened his embrace, "I can't bear it!"

"You're the idiot, right?" Chang Sheng also hugged him tightly by the shoulders: "I won't die, it doesn't matter even if I get burned."

"Won't it hurt if you don't die?" Young Master Du let go of his hand, and he grabbed the ear of a man who was six hundred years older than him: "And it hurt me to run up again, this young master is not like you, this Can you afford to pay for the young master being burned to death! What if the burnt handsome face is burnt to death! What to do if the poisonous gas poisons the brain! What are you doing on your own!" He paused, "It made me worry to death! I hate it!"

This child is even gentle... But, he is so disobedient, Chang Sheng really wants to scold him, what kind of hero are you, a frail ordinary person, you are an idiot!That's right, what if you burn to death, what if you leave a scar on your face, what if your mind is ruined by smoke, if you understand everything, why did you come up here? !Do I, an immortal monster, really deserve this from you?

But he couldn't say anything.

You like me, I know, I've never known more than now, you like me.

An explosion interrupted his thoughts.

Du Shaoyan protected Chang Sheng and fell back. Chang Sheng saw a ball of fire flying over the young man's head, and he seemed to be able to smell the smell of his flesh being scorched by the fire.

"Are you okay?!" he asked eagerly.

Young Master Du's expression was obviously enduring the pain, but he still said in a disdainful tone: "Of course I will be fine."

Now he is directly above his body, protecting him with his body, head to head eye to eye nose tip to nose tip mouth to mouth, the distance is no more than ten centimeters.

This is the classic plot of an accidental kiss in an idol drama, but it is too inappropriate to appear at the scene of a fire!What is the priority now? ! ! !

"Too bad, we have to hurry up!" Du Shaoyan looked back and forth and stood up, and at the same time he took Chang Sheng's hand and pulled him up: "Otherwise, you will really die in the same year, the same month, the same day, oh no, you can't die, it will be next year Today is the anniversary of my death..."

The two ran towards the window at the end of the corridor hand in hand, Chang Sheng looked at the young man's back: "I'm sorry, I ran up blindly..."

"Are you worried about me?" Du Shaoyan turned around while running, "Actually, you like me, right?"

He smiled brightly.

Chang Sheng was stunned for a moment, he wanted to nod, but Young Master Du, who was too athletic, had already turned his head back.

Young Master Du said without looking back, "We will tell me when we go down!"

It’s okay to say it now... Chang Sheng thought while running, I don’t want to be separated from you, even if you will regret it later, I still want to be with you, just let me be selfish for once...

The two ran to the end of the corridor. The high fire stairs outside the window had already been erected. Behind them were raging high-temperature flames, pungent chemical gases, and a second explosion that could happen at any time.

The fire stairs are still some distance away from the window, and you have to jump out of the window sill to catch it. Du Shaoyan climbed up the window sill with one hand, turned around and pulled Chang Sheng up.

At this moment, there was another explosion sound from behind, and the two of them had no time to look back, only feeling the scalding air flow over them.

"I'll protect you this time." Young Master Du whispered, he pushed Chang Sheng forward and let him leave first.

But Chang Sheng dodged it. He quickly jumped off the window sill and pushed the young man out of the window at the same time.

The window sill was very narrow, and Du Shaoyan fell out as soon as he tried his best. The young man instinctively stretched out his hand and grabbed the fire escape stairs.

Du Shaoyan turned his head: "You can't give it a chance..." He saw behind the man, a raging fireball rushed towards him like a sea wave.

Chang Sheng climbed onto the window sill, and he jumped towards him, while the heat wave followed his body closely.

Du Shaoyan desperately stretched out his hand: "Grab me quickly..."

The last time Chang Sheng saw the anxious face of the young man, he felt the burning pain of his body, but he only felt relieved.

When he saw him for the first time ten years ago, the boy thought he was stabbed by a knife, with the same anxious expression: 【Someone got hurt!Hurry to the hospital! 】Before that, it had been many, many years that no one had shown him such a worried expression for him.

This made him feel a slight warmth, the emotion of an ordinary person he hadn't felt for a long time.

Meeting you is the most beautiful thing in the long, almost static time.

Thank you for those years, too.

The shock wave came violently.

Turn around.

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During the Hongwu period in the early Ming Dynasty, Yangzhou City.

There has been a poem since ancient times: Fireworks go down to Yangzhou in March.

Yangzhou has been prosperous since ancient times, with outstanding people.

The Chang Mansion in Yangzhou City is considered a dignified family. It is said that the ancestors of the Chang family and the founding general Chang Yuchun had a ancestral relationship, so the full moon banquet held by Chang's parents and grandchildren was very beautiful, and all the officials and relatives in the city came. Congratulations, it can be described as very lively.

But after the full moon banquet, the grandson of Chang's parents couldn't afford to be ill. How can a baby who has just been full moon bear the serious illness, and the child will soon lose weight. They were helpless, and the Chang family even invited eminent monks from the temple to do it. Taoist priests exorcised ghosts, but with little success.

Outsiders rumored that the child would not survive, and the Chang family gradually lost patience.

But the child didn't die, he was weak but still alive, and soon Chang's eldest son had a second grandson, a very healthy child. The second son of the Chang family had a grandson and a granddaughter, and the frail eldest son and grandson were gradually neglected.

People in the mansion don't regard this child as the eldest master, because no big family will let a child who will die at any time as the heir. Except for the child's biological mother, everyone else will turn their attention to other children. He barely survived, but his physical growth was significantly later than that of his younger brothers and sisters. He could not speak at the age of three, and only learned to walk at the age of five. When his younger brother began to write Ouyang Xiu's copybooks fluently, he had just started to recite the three-character scriptures. No longer had patience with him, and thus he escaped the sibling fight over the family heir.

When a child grows into a teenager, both appearance and aptitude are inconspicuous. In a family with excellent bloodlines, excellence is inevitable, and inconspicuousness is inferior. He is destined to be discriminated against. The juvenile has not received much love and respect, and is weak His physique prevented him from being physically trained by his elders. He couldn't ride horses, shoot arrows, or swords, and lacked heroism and force.

However, he is good at writing. Although he was a late learner, he has been practicing diligently. His family thinks it is the inevitable result of him staying in the room for many years.His younger siblings seldom play games with him. He can’t join in boys’ cuju riding and shooting, and even girls can only watch from the side when they release paper kites. He is too weak to run even when flying paper kites. bear.

As the children grew older, he reached the age of weakness, and he was still weak and often bedridden. A famous doctor asserted that he would not live to be 30 years old, so the elders in the family deliberately ignored him when they arranged for his younger brother's marriage. The family is a big family, and children cannot marry casually, they must be of the right family, but how can a well-matched big family marry their daughter to someone who is destined to die young.

His younger brothers began to marry wives one by one and have children, but there was nothing wrong with him in his heart.

He knew his body well, so he didn't want to harm his daughter.

After the age of 25, his body gradually began to recover. His illness was cured, and he was no longer sick. He began to walk for a long time, began to engage in some physical activities, began to play games with his younger brother's children, and even started Learn to ride a horse.

His family members, especially his biological mother, were very happy to see him recover and become like an ordinary person. His elders had neglected this child for a long time, and only then did they realize that he was familiar with poetry, filial piety and modesty.Wu's incompetence and excellent writing skills are also good. Whether he is an official or conducts himself in the world, he relies on his brain rather than his body. Started to slander him.

He didn't know where the rumors started, brother or aunt or uncle, in short, rumors spread everywhere, they said that when he recovered, he was possessed by a monster.

Otherwise, a person who has been ill for 25 years and has seen all the famous doctors can't help, how can he suddenly get better by himself.

He couldn't refute it. Getting better was originally a good thing, but it pushed him into the eyes of everyone, and pushed him into the center of blame and slander.

The elders in the family didn't believe it at first, but the three became tigers, and more and more suspicious eyes turned to him.

He did not get sick again, which is very rare in this day and age, his hair grows too slowly, there is no gray hair, not a single one, and he can't grow the beard that a man should grow in this day and age, they grow too much He was slow, he fell off his horse, the doctor said he broke a bone but he recovered within a few days, which is hard to explain, and what is even more frightening is that his appearance has not changed again.

His brother's hair was starting to gray, but he wasn't, he didn't even have any wrinkles.

Rumors seem to have become facts, he was possessed by a monster.

He was walking on the streets of Yangzhou City, and someone pointed behind him: "He is a monster."

The elders in the family couldn't tolerate him more and more. One day, his father said to him: "You move to another courtyard."

He lowered his head, not knowing what was wrong with him.

He obediently moved to another courtyard, and only his mother would visit him.

Time passed, when his mother was covered with silver hair, he found his face in the bronze mirror, as if it was still yesterday.

Calculating his age, he should be sixty. He still has black hair and smooth skin in his sixtieth year. If it is not a monster, it is what it is.

Even he himself believed it.

Before his father passed away, he went back to the mansion once, and his biological younger brother—a person who bleeds the same blood as him, is already the head of the mansion, and he pointed at him with his crutch: "It's you who ruined the fortune of the Chang family! You can't come back to see your father, you'll kill him!"

He knelt under the high steps, looking at the crutch in his younger brother's hand, he couldn't even utter the words of request.

In the end, he didn't see his father for the last time. He thought he was destined to die of old age in another hospital, but more cruel things were yet to come.

One night, the other courtyard was suddenly surrounded by people. His people pointed torches at his face, saying that he was a monster and an ominous person, and wanted him to die.

His mother tried desperately to protect him, her old face was full of tears, and she cried, "It's not your fault..."

What did he do wrong to be burned to death by his own people, he really didn't understand, but he made his mother, the best person for him, so sad.

He is not reconciled, unwilling to die.

He fled, drifting, homeless.

The world has changed, Emperor Taizu passed away, Emperor Jianwen ascended the throne, King Yan raised his troops, then came the prosperous age of Yongle, and then Emperor Renzong, the rule of Renxuan, time stopped on him, his hair is still black, and his skin is still young Human flexibility, he began to travel in various places, but did not stay, the people around him kept changing, they were all unfamiliar faces, when people asked him what his name was, he would only say, surname Chang.So others called him Chang Sheng, such a general title, but the people who knew his name are no longer in this world.

Later met her.

He was also mentioned about marriage by his parents a long time ago. At first, because of his health, and later because of rumors, every time the marriage was brought up, he never thought about marrying a wife, but she was different.

When he was traveling somewhere, he wrote letters for others for a living. She wanted to write a letter to his married sister, and stood beside him to watch him write. After he finished writing, she raised her head, and she smiled at him: "I have never seen such a beautiful words."

He didn't care at first, but later she came to write letters for him too frequently, and every time he rubbed ink for him, others could see her thoughts and reminded him, but he didn't dare to get too close, for fear of hurting her.

Rumors like this before a woman is married are insulting to the family. Later, her family members found her, and he understood the meaning.

She is an ordinary woman, not beautiful, not smart, illiterate, and not familiar with poetry and etiquette, maybe because she is too ordinary, it makes him feel at ease.

Marriage in this era doesn't require too much passionate emotion. He married her. On the night of the bridal chamber, her long hair was wrapped around his fingers. She showed a gentle smile: "This is my most important day..."

It was the same for him, so from this moment he had an ordinary life.

But this is just his wishful thinking.

The life after marriage was peaceful and peaceful. Two years later, they had a son, and their blood continued. He almost shed tears. For her, he vowed gratefully to be good to her and give her everything.

When the son was full moon, the wife hugged the child and said to relatives who came to congratulate him: "I am old, but he hasn't changed at all."

This was just a joke from her, but it sounded like an alarm bell to him.

She will grow old, their son will grow up, and he will not change. How will he explain his change, especially to the child who is growing up day by day, and to the people and eyes around the child.

He thought for a long time, and finally told her his secret.He stammered and explained repeatedly that he was not a monster.

She froze, followed by several days of silence.

He didn't know what conclusion she would draw, all he did was to be good to her and the child, while waiting for her sentence.

One night for a month, she held the child and cried, telling him that she wanted him to leave, she wanted the child to grow up normally and not be treated as a different child by outsiders.

He respected her decision and left overnight.

In fact, he didn't go far away, he watched her and her growing son in the dark, bearing the shame of abandoning his wife and son.He secretly sent money and things, very carefully, for fear of being discovered by the neighbors.

Later she remarried.

It's too difficult for a woman to take care of a child in this era, and he doesn't blame her at all.

It's just that he can no longer watch her and the child live with another man.The frequency of his visits to her decreased, from once a few days to once a few months, to once a few years.The last time I saw her she was very old, her hair was like snow and her temples were frosty, she was blind and could not recognize him.

When he was leaving, he accidentally ran into his son, who looked much older than him now, and he looked at him with puzzled eyes: "Who are you?"

In fact, he is very similar to him, but who would have thought of the relationship between them.

He could not answer his words.

On the day she died he had fulfilled his vows on the wedding night, and he wanted to die.The ice on the lake cut his hand, dripping with blood, and he persistently wanted to die with her.

It's finally over, he thought, as he plunged into the icy water.

Not a single dream.

When he woke up, he found that he was still alive, and he didn't know how many years had passed.

The dynasties changed, and the person on the throne of the emperor no longer had the surname Zhu.

When times are chaotic, gunpowder is everywhere, he wants to go home, Yangzhou is still there, Changfu is still there, even if the people inside have nothing to do with him, they are still related by blood.

On the tenth day of Yangzhou, the Qing soldiers slaughtered the city, and he desperately returned to Yangzhou, the prosperous place of fireworks since ancient times, with blood flowing like rivers and corpses lying everywhere.

The Chang family was related to the founding general Chang Yuchun. Their resistance to the Qing soldiers directly led to the extermination of the whole family. When he returned home, he found that there was no one alive in the house.

The heavy rain poured down, and the blood melted in the rain and melted into his eyes. Behind him, the heavily armed Manchu soldiers shouted: "There is still a living person here! Kill him!"

He turned his head and saw the bloody knives in their hands, the blood of his own people.

He rushed forward desperately, unable to restrain himself from wanting to kill those executioners, he forgot the family precepts, etiquette and all the teachings of the saints, he desperately wanted to kill them.

The blade pierced through his chest, he felt no pain, and he was still fighting, someone shot an arrow at him from a distance, someone stabbed a spear from behind, blood flowed out, and the cracked wound was bleeding red flesh, he didn't remember being killed How many weapons pierced, he has no memory, no thinking, no reason, just madly hate.

He wants to kill, wants to vent, and wants his compatriots to come back to life.

Don't leave him alone.

The blood all over his body was drained, and he finally passed out. The Qing soldiers threw him in the pond and left.

He wasn't dead, he woke up with a lot of wounds on his body, but he was sober, he wasn't dead.

A person's behavior can't do much, even if he understands that he won't die if he is hurt, but he still lacks force, he struggled hard and started looking for martial arts halls everywhere, he wanted to become as strong as possible.

The martial artist in the martial arts hall told him that he was not suitable for martial arts training, and his reaction and physical explosive power were far from enough.

There must be something else to do, he thought.

Later, he fought against the Qing Dynasty and restored the Ming Dynasty. He worked for a few years, and the people around him gave up. The power of a few people could not shake a dynasty.

He doesn't want to give up, but he also understands more and more that some things are destined to be impossible.Finally someone from a higher level found him and asked him, "We haven't been able to find out your background. Who are you?"

He knew he was suspected, not trusted.

can only leave.

After all, even the people of the same clan don't trust him, how can he expect outsiders to believe him.

He continued to walk around, stop and go, and came to a tavern, where an old man was telling a story about Qin Shihuang's quest for immortality.

The storyteller spoke vividly, and the guests below listened with gusto.

Immortality, actually seeking immortality? !

He sat down and listened, and suddenly burst into laughter. He couldn't stop laughing, and others looked at him in amazement, but he really couldn't stop, it was too ridiculous, immortal, too ironic.

He laughed until he coughed up blood, and then wept bitterly.

People call him Chang Sheng, but his real name has long been forgotten.

He didn't want to live among the crowd anymore. He hid in the mountains and lived alone, completely alone. When he was hungry, he ate raw food like a wild animal, and when he was sleepy, he slept for days and nights.

Later, his hair grew very long, and his beard, which was difficult to grow long, stretched to his chest. He didn't know how many years had passed.It's just that when he walked out of the mountain, such a long beard was already very rare, because the children followed him and laughed: "Look, this man is so strange."

Times have changed.

He cut his hair and beard short to make himself look like an ordinary person, and continued to live an endless life. He walked around, sometimes as a literati selling letters, sometimes as a peddler, sometimes as a dock worker, Sometimes he is a handyman in a factory. He knows many skills, many dialects, and many types of work. He doesn't care that he is born in a scholarly family, he doesn't care whether he is doing low-level manual labor, and he doesn't care whether he will be looked down upon by others.

Because everything in this era has nothing to do with him, he is just a background, and he only needs to be on the sidelines.

In the concession in Shanghai, he saw many foreigners with blue eyes, yellow hair, and fair skin, which were different from the Chinese.They are arrogant on Chinese soil, driving cars, drinking red wine, and writing that Chinese and dogs are not allowed to enter.

He didn't like foreigners, that's when he started.

He did a lot of work in Shanghai, one of which was delivering letters. He helped the Chinese convey private letters without telling foreigners. He knew that those were related to the war and were also very dangerous.

But he was willing to do those things.He wants to walk across the bottom of the Huangpu River and see the night sky across the river. The lights of the big Shanghai illuminate the night sky brightly, which is no longer like the era when he was born.

Everything is different.

But some things, are the same.For example, his superior still looked at him with puzzled eyes: "Where did you come from, why can't you find out."

Then he knew it was time to leave again.

He is still wandering around, has lived everywhere, and never stayed anywhere for too long. The times are changing rapidly, and he can't keep up or can't keep up. Those times don't belong to him, and he doesn't belong to those times.

Once he went to an inland city and became a librarian. He had very free time. He read a lot of books, all kinds of books, Chinese, foreign, ancient, and modern. There are so many wonderful things beyond cognition.

He learns new knowledge and knows new things, many, many, such as electricity, the Renaissance, the Industrial Revolution, Napoleon, the American War of Independence, and materialist philosophy. There are no monsters in the world, and of course he is not.

There are also people who introduce women to him, but he always refuses. A person like him can't hurt others anymore.

He continued to wander, standing still, watching the changes around him, the passage of time.

With the changes of the times, brushes were replaced by fountain pens and ballpoint pens. Children no longer faced the copybooks of famous calligraphers, but wrote simplified characters with mechanical pencils. The taverns disappeared and were replaced by hotels and teahouses. There were no storytellers, but The ancient legends are still handed down, Qin Shihuang was looking for immortality, Xu Fu went to Fusang, now it is a developed country, Toyota cars are everywhere, there is no medicine for immortality there.

Fusang, that is Japan, said so on TV, he is already very calm.No laughs, no tears.

He likes to see children laugh, so he joined an acrobatic troupe and stayed there for many years. He met many people in various performances. Those people's faces were blurred, and in his eyes they were all monotonous black and white.

But there is one person who is different.

In the blurred gray crowd, he is a colorful existence.

He is only 12 years old, and he doesn't know what it means to be sad.

He looked at him anxiously, worried that he would be hurt, and no one had looked at him like this for many years.

His heart skipped a beat.

But falling in love with this young man came later.

In fact, knowing it is impossible, he knows better than anyone else the cruelty of time and the changes of people's hearts.

If possible, he would like to call his name once.

Equal, corresponding to Chang Sheng, gently and intimately called out his name from between the lips: Shao Yan.