In the spring of March, the grass grows and the warblers fly. In a coastal city in the eastern mainland, the weather has already started to heat up in March. The handsome men and women have already put on the most popular summer clothes.
"Ding ding ding..."
The alarm rang continuously, "Chen Xuan should get up, he's going to be late."
The roommate urged over and over again.
"Really annoying!"
Chen Xuan muttered.
Yesterday was Chen Xuan's birthday, and a group of friends celebrated for Chen Xuan. These buddies had to drink him until he couldn't find the north before they would give up. At the end, he was so drunk that Chen Xuan didn't know how he got back to the rental house.
In a hurry, I put on my clothes and rushed to the company.
Chen Xuan, a small employee, is very dedicated, which is also a virtue in today's society.
After finishing college, Chen Xuan stepped into the society with big dreams, but the society is not what he imagined, selfishness, selfishness, intrigues, emerge in endlessly, turning the originally innocent boy into a mature and mature one.
"It's so tiring. I finally got off work after a busy day. I'm already twenty-five years old and I haven't even had a date yet. It's hard to meet someone who thinks I have no money and no power. How can women be so snobbish nowadays?"
Seeing couples passing by in pairs on the road, I couldn't help sighing secretly.
After sighing, Chen Xuan suddenly had an idea.
"Anyway, today is the weekend, and it's still early. Why don't you go to the second-hand market, maybe you can find good things. I heard some time ago that someone actually found Song Dynasty ceramics in the second-hand market. I don't know if it's true or not."
I got on the bus and came to the second-hand market, but when I got off the bus, I saw a crowd of people. It happened to be the weekend again, and many small merchants rushed over to set up stalls.
Chen Xuan also squeezed into the crowd, looking left and right to see if there was anything he liked.
He likes to collect, and sometimes he knows it is fake, but if his temper is right, he will accept it.
Walked slowly to a small stall near the corner and retreated, looked at the things on it, a few paintings were fake at first glance, and the Qingming Riverside Picture was bought by a fool, and there were a few fake jade carvings, zero scattered on the ground.
Chen Xuan was attracted by one of the fist-sized stones, and immediately asked the boss.
"Boss, what is this? Why are you selling stones?" He asked in a doubtful tone.
"I took it back from a remote village. The family sold this stone in a hurry for money, saying that it was a family heirloom of his family. At that time, I also felt that he lied to me, but it felt uncomfortable when I held it in my hand. It’s the same, there’s a kind of coolness creeping into my hands.”
The boss introduced it with a mysterious look.
He casually took the stone in his hand and tried it out, and there was indeed a chill in his body, and Chen Xuan suddenly became curious.
"How much can you sell this stone for?"
"I paid 300 yuan for this stone, and it hasn't been sold for two years. If you want it, you can take it for 350 yuan. It's useless for me to keep it!"
The boss said briskly.
After a bit of bargaining, Chen Xuan finally bought it for 320 yuan. When he returned to the rental house, his roommates hadn't come back yet, so he went down to eat something before returning to the rental house.
Picking up the stone I bought today, I played with it in my hand.
"What's going on today, I've never wanted to buy something like today before, as if I was afraid of being bought by others."
Shaking his head.
"Don't think about it, just buy everything."
Come under the desk lamp, pick up a stone and take a photo under it to see if you can find something to look at.
"No! Why does it feel like the stone is moving by itself?"
Then the stone emitted a dazzling light, and the stone flew towards Chen Xuan.
"don't want!"
Chen Xuan shouted, but the stone still hit him hard on the head.
After a sharp pain, Chen Xuan passed out and lost consciousness!
…
A heart-piercing woman's cry came from an exquisite small courtyard.
"Doctor, I beg you, you must save my son!"
After shouting, the young woman actually sat down on the ground.
An old man in his fifties stood beside him, sighing helplessly.
"Ma'am, it's not that the old man didn't save him. The young master's injury is too serious. Seven ribs are broken, internal organs are displaced, and blood is accumulated in his body. Unless he can wake up by himself, or Da Luo Immortal will not be able to save him." !"
The beautiful young woman glanced in the direction of the big bed, "Xuan'er, who hurt you?" The young woman said in a choked tone.
Lying on the big bed was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, his complexion was sallow, his eyes were closed tightly, he saw that he was not far from breathing in as he was breathing in less and exhaled more.
Standing beside the bed was a middle-aged man in his forties, with frowning eyebrows and a gloomy face. He was the successor of the Chen family, one of the three major families in Hongling Town. When he arrived, his son was breathless. Who did this
"Ling'er, go to the cashier and get ten taels of silver for the sir!"
The young woman wiped her tears, and instructed the maid beside her.
"My lord, Ma'am, let's be sad!"
The old man gave some words of comfort, and he and the maid all retreated out of the room, leaving behind the young woman weeping softly.
…
Two days have passed, but the boy still breathes weakly, as if telling everyone that I am still alive. Even the old man who saw the boy that day thought it was a miracle. What kind of will made the boy support until now.
"Um… "
The boy lying on the big bed snorted.
"I finally woke up. Why is my body so painful and I can't open my eyes? Am I blind? I remember that the stone I bought flew towards me and hit me, and then I lost consciousness. Am I dead? Is this the underworld? But I vaguely heard a female voice crying in my ear!"
"What is that stone, and where am I now?"
Numerous questions appeared in Chen Xuan's heart.
Chen Xuan couldn't stop asking himself in his heart, but he still couldn't open his eyes, and he couldn't feel his whole body.
Another five days passed before Chen Xuan walked out of this dark day. Just after he opened his eyes, he felt a stabbing pain in his head and passed out again, but there was a thin stream of green energy flowing from the center of Chen Xuan's eyebrows to the His body flowed out slowly, repairing his body.
Opening his eyes again, Chen Xuan looked blankly, looked at the antique building, then looked at himself, and thought to himself. "How did I come here, and turned into a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy?"
While looking around, Chen Xuan was sorting out the information in his mind, and there were many memories that were not his own, "Could it be that after I died, my soul was transferred to someone else and I was born again!"