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Zhang Xian calmly opened his eyes.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, it was five thirty in the morning.It was his usual time to wake up.

He didn't get up in a hurry, but turned on the night light, lay quietly, and reminisced about this long dream.

It's a dream, it's a memory.

All dreams come from the splicing of memory fragments.It's just that some fragments have already sunk into the sea of ​​consciousness, and some fragments are added or deleted unconsciously when repeating memories again and again.

This is why the memories of some elderly people are quite different from the facts.

After all, things that are worth taking out for repeated savoring and careful savoring will definitely be beautified every time you recall them.

Chat for comfort.

It is said that the sign of old age is to start recalling and beautifying the past.

Putting other things aside, it was a major event that almost affected his life.

Zhang Xian thought, maybe he is really old.

Or maybe it's because of it.

"Unexpectedly, you are quite capable." His eyes fell on the head of the bed, and the little yellow duck stood there quietly.

Zhang Xian hardly dreams, let alone dreams of important events seven or eight years ago.

However, on the first night of moving, I had such a dream.

He didn't believe it was a coincidence even if he killed him.

Zhang Xian moved his fingers, picked up the little yellow duck and examined it carefully.

It was still a plastic, half-new, slightly faded toy little yellow duck.

But——Zhang Xian twirled the little yellow duck's fingers slightly: Wet?

What happened to the puddle of water under the little yellow duck? ? ?

Zhang Xian thought to himself, he didn't take the little yellow duck to take a bath last night.

He was slightly surprised, turned the little yellow duck over, and poked the drain hole in the middle of the bottom—a stream of water came out!

If Zhang Xian hadn't turned his head to dodge in time, he would have been slapped in the face.

"What are you doing?" Zhang Xian asked.

Seeing the little yellow duck trembling for a long time, a childish voice suddenly sounded: "Don't worry about it!"

It doesn't know why it is so sad, so helpless, so... want to cry.

It's obviously the dream of a hateful man, it's a memory deep in Zhang Xian's heart, it has nothing to do with him, but why is he so heartbroken?

The little yellow duck couldn't figure it out himself.Zhang Xian left the sea of ​​memory and woke up from the dream, and it woke up with him. If Zhang Xian didn't find out, it wouldn't know that it was crying.

He also cried like a sponge, and when squeezed, water gushed out.

Zhang Xian laughed: "Are you willing to talk?"

"I've always wanted to say, isn't it that I don't have enough energy... Huh?" The little yellow duck frantically put back tears. These are all energy, and it keeps flowing out because of its stupidity!

Zhang Xian saw that it absorbed water little by little, it was... more like a sponge.

"Talk?" Zhang Xian sent out an invitation.

"What are you talking about?" Little Yellow Duck took back his energy with great difficulty, and only recovered [-]% of the original energy, feeling very distressed.

"Talk about your purpose." Zhang Xian asked, "For example, you have created several system worlds. The key point is how many people you brought in, and where are these people now, so that I can notify Teshi to shut it down."

"I won't tell you my hole cards." The little yellow duck didn't say.

"That's it..." Zhang Xian stretched out his hand and pinched it. "Puff—"

He didn't do anything out of the ordinary, just squeezed the water out of the sponge.

"I—stop! Stop!" the dry little yellow duck yelled, "I'm not sad at all now! Don't make me cry!"

Zhang Xian stopped when he wanted to squeeze the sponge further.

"So you were really sad just now."

"No!" Little Yellow Duck firmly denied, "I'm a system with no emotions, I hope you know!"

Zhang Xian stopped talking.

He couldn't detect it in the dream, but after waking up, he could clearly distinguish which were real memories and which were fabricated by the system.

Rabbit cats, vultures, pikas... all fluffy, one after another, giving warm care to the not-so-strong "little salt".

Zhang Xian couldn't help but smile slightly.

Okay, let's not interrogate, and I have to coax Wen Wen to cry again. Although it looks good to coax, Zhang Xianwen doesn't have that kind of bad taste.

Just keep it for now.

The little yellow duck didn't know that he had escaped the fate of being "destroyed by hot hands" by Zhang Xian, and thought that the other party was shocked by his ruthlessness, so he quickly took the water-energy back into his body, locked it tightly, and gave it to him. Went to do the repairs myself.

Anything is yours only if you eat it in your mouth and digest it!

It knew that it didn't have the capital to negotiate conditions with Zhang Xian, and Zhang Xian had violently cracked it at its own home court in Pen Fairy World, so what else could it do?

If you are not as skilled as others, you have to hold back!

It is a system of current affairs.

Besides-"Han Xin endured the humiliation of □□□, and finally became the generalissimo. Gou Jian endured hardships and tasted courage, and finally destroyed the state of Wu. Liu Bei endured for decades without soldiers, food, or territory, and finally divided the world with Cao Wei and Sun Wu ...a knife on the prefix of the word "tolerance, I will bear it!"

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard Zhang Xian sigh: "What you see are only memories and dreams, do you know what happened to the real captain?"

The little yellow duck was startled, could it be that...

Memories and dreams are not exactly the same as reality, but the products of brain beautification and editing.

Although in the dream Zhang Xian revived the dead Jiang Yuan and the others, every tragedy was snuffed out in the bud before it happened, but what about the reality?

It wanted to snort and say "what's the matter with me", but when the words came to its lips, it thought of the delicious chicken thigh fed by the station master, so it rarely hesitated.

Zhang Xian understood its hesitation, and sighed inwardly that this little guy was so humane, while picking up the newly bought mobile phone——Zhang Xian didn’t want to change the mobile phone at first, but unfortunately, the old mobile phone could not be helped by installing a learning power app. Had to change.Now he is using the latest model selected by Tang Changyue.

Tang Changyue's standard for buying things for Zhang Xian was that they should be both good and expensive.It was Zhang Xian who stopped him and cut a zero. The 2000 yuan level is enough to change the shotgun.Zhang Xian unskillfully called up the address book, found a name, and sent a text message.

"According to my estimation, if you're lucky, you can get in touch in two days..."

Before Zhang Xian finished speaking, a video invitation popped up on WeChat.

Jiang Yuan's weather-beaten face appeared on the screen, and he smiled: "Little Yan?" Then he was surprised: "Are you sick?"

"Captain!" Zhang Xian was surprised and delighted, "Have you returned to the mainland?"

"No, it's still standing."

After a few minutes, Zhang Xian figured it out. When he was in a coma, Gao Yuan connected to the Internet, and the speed of the Internet was so fast. Now even the webmaster opened a public account live broadcast on a certain hand, attracting 12 followers in half a year.

The two chatted about the past, and agreed that Zhang Xian would like three times for the coin collection of the rescue station. Zhang Xian put down his phone and turned to look at the little yellow duck next to him.

The little yellow duck is twisting in place, literally "twisting".

There is no expression, Zhang Xian doesn't know what it is thinking, Xindao needs to change his body to observe, while making up his mind, he turned over and got up.

"That..." The little yellow duck saw Zhang Xian moving his legs under the bed, and suddenly said.

"Ok?"

"Did the Er Zhoumu happen for real? Isn't it a glorified false memory?"

Zhang Xian raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to ask?" Asking about his performance?Inquire about Tessi's past?Or that alien suffocating lady?

"...Is the egg okay?" Little Yellow Duck blurted out.

Zhang Xian was slightly startled, and then said "um", "I've already gone back."

At that moment of being slightly stunned, the little yellow duck found that the aura of Zhang Xian's whole body was different.

In the special world, Zhang Xian is tense and full of energy.

In the real world, Zhang Xian is easy-going and lazy.

But just at that moment, Zhang Xian suddenly became tender and sad.

However, it was only for a short moment, and even the micro-expression did not change, but it felt so unusual.

If the system is not paying attention to the energy flow at all times, it must be ignored.

This man seems to have an unspeakable past.

The little yellow duck still wanted to ask questions such as "where are you going back", "what happened next", "something wrong with you", "what's your relationship with you", etc., when the door knocked lightly, Tang Changyue's worried voice sounded outside:

"Brother Yan? Brother Yan?"

After Zhang Xian usually got up for more than half an hour, he had to check the situation.

Zhang Xian responded, and slowly walked over to open the door for Tang Changyue.

"Isn't it good to sleep in the new house?" Tang Changyue asked carefully, thinking about whether to change the bedding, or arrange a sleep aid aromatherapy.

"No, I was awake just now thinking about something." Zhang Xian said, "Let's go to the morning market."

"Okay." Tang Changyue had no doubts about him, "I'll get the key."

"I won't take the car." Zhang Xian said with a smile, "I'll pack up first. I'll do morning exercises later. I remember that the supermarket opens at seven, and there are specials."

"Ok."

Tang Changyue immediately complied with Zhang Xian's arrangement. He skillfully put two cloth bags and a few plastic bags into his backpack.

The two took the elevator down the stairs slowly, took a walk, went to the supermarket, and grabbed food with the grandparents.

Grabbing food pays attention to the combination of hands and eyes, being steady and ruthless.Take the dish in the picture at a glance, quickly take it down, and at the same time quickly check it, take the other one in the picture, compare the two, and keep putting back the dish you don't like, and compare it three, four, five or six times - the specific number of times depends on each dish. It depends on people's patience, pick the one you like the most - often the one you see at first sight, and put it in the shopping cart.

This process seems easy, but if more than a dozen hands are stretched out at the same time, the shelves with green peppers, cabbage, carrots, and shallots piled up in four squares will be in chaos.

To tell the truth, the fighting power of grandpa and aunt who can occupy a place in the morning market must not be underestimated.

You fought over each other, and even attacked verbally: "I'm the first to see!" "Put it down!"

With the supermarket staff yelling at the top of their lungs: "There are all of them, they will be back later, don't grab them!"

An aunt is holding two lettuce balls in her hand. This one is heavy but the two outermost leaves are torn. The other one is fresh and tender but slightly lighter. Which one should I choose?After a brief hesitation, Auntie put down the one that looked damaged.

After putting it down, she felt a little regretful, and wanted to pick it up again to think about it, but was robbed by the other hand.

"Hey! That's what I want too!" Auntie hurriedly fought for it.

——Even if it is something you don't want, once it is taken by others, it seems to become precious.

"Oh, sorry." The hand immediately put down the lettuce ball.

Auntie noticed that the hand had white skin, long fingers, clean and neat nails, no calluses or wrinkles at all.

She followed her hand and looked at the person, her eyes suddenly lit up.

The two young men stood out from the crowd amidst their silver-white hair, and with their outstanding looks, no one with normal aesthetics would miss them.

"Oh!" Auntie was very quick-witted, and immediately put the lettuce ball dispute behind her head - her daughter is still single, she gets up at eight o'clock every day, and her cooking skills are limited to cooking instant noodles and ordering takeout...these two are seven o'clock Is it possible for the young people who visit the morning market to grow up?

"Young man, take this! This must be good! Auntie has a secret recipe for adding minced garlic... oh, lame..." Auntie's voice couldn't help bringing out a bit of contempt, and she immediately changed direction and turned to pull Tang Changyue hand, "Young man, do you like to cook?"

Tang Changyue didn't give her a look at all, and helped Zhang Xian to walk aside: "Brother Yan, the new big crabs over there are good, go and have a look. It's a pity, even if the crab has a broken leg, it won't be sold cheap."

——Take the bamboo shoots.

Aunt:"……"

The author has something to say: study it, and update it at six o'clock in the future... a new copy will be opened tomorrow~