Shen Zhifan is very good-looking.
This good-looking is good-looking in a broad sense. From childhood to adulthood, oh, the big here refers to his sixteen years old so far. Anyone who has seen him can't help but admire him. This child is really neat and beautiful.
If it was a young girl, she would secretly turn around with a blushing face. A girl who has a crush on Shen Zhifan has to make plans since she was a child. For this reason, Shen Zhifan's goddamn bastard and annoying little sister earns the first prize in her life. The bucket of gold was sold by selling his photos.
The reason why it is described as beautiful is because the sixteen-year-old Shen Zhifan has not grown up yet. He is the kind of young man with red lips and white teeth. He has cool short hair and wears the simplest white shirt. When the wind blows, he has thin bangs. Below are the clean and handsome eyebrows of the young man.
He has a good temperament, and he likes to laugh. When the corner of his lips is hooked, tsk... like a painting.
It's good to see how good it is, probably because the bad-mouthed sister Shen Zhirou also often said that although Shen Zhifan has no brains, the good thing is that he doesn't need to learn any skills, even if he is lazy, he can eat by brushing his face.
In fact, Shen Zhifan doesn't really like this so-called beautiful appearance. As a boy, he still wants to be mature and handsome.
So yesterday, Shen Zhifan, who was still feeling that he didn't know when he would grow up, woke up and looked in the mirror a little after his dream came true... I don't know whether to cry or laugh.
The person in the mirror is still him. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this. Whether it is from the familiar eyebrows or the small red mole on his neck, it should be his body.
Even the scars he left on his hands a few years ago are still there, so this body is definitely his.
So the question is, when did I become so... mature
And this is really... Cough, he secretly took his hand from his underwear, a little guilty and a little blush, even though he developed so well in the future, he couldn't help but make him a little proud, but wait, this Obviously not the point.
No matter from this part or the whole body, this is not the body that sixteen-year-old Shen Zhifan should have.
He in the mirror is no longer the boy who could be described as beautiful when he was sixteen years old. Now he is more appropriate to describe him as handsome, but it is not the kind of rough handsome, but a mature and delicate. hansome.
Looking down, it is no longer the thin body of a young man, with well-proportioned muscle proportions, a line full of beauty and strength without being bloated at all, wide shoulders, narrow waist, six-pack abs, and a good job. It remains to be verified whether it is good to live or not.
The electronic calendar hanging next to him quickly explained his dazed question, the interstellar calendar seven hundred and thirty-three years... that should be the day seven years later.
So is he now twenty-three
Shen Zhifan squinted slightly at the mirror, and the man in the mirror squinted slightly. He stretched out his fingers to face the person in the mirror across the mirror, as if he was dreaming... Maybe he was really dreaming . It's not just the maturity of the eyebrows and eyes, but the feeling in the gestures and gestures seems to be different... But after a closer look, I can't tell.
But in short, he looked at it for a long time and came to a conclusion.
When he grows up, he looks even more handsome.
God is fair, and he gave Shen Zhifan a very good-looking appearance. By the way, when he was just born, he dug out a piece of heart. This kind of innate lack of heart is usually incurable. He winked at the mirror. He turned his attention away, and was more interested in the environment he was in now.
When he first woke up, he felt something was wrong, but he wasn't awake at that time, and looking at it now, he felt that this place was... indescribably expensive.
The house is very big, and it can be called splendid, but it is not the kind of vulgar splendor, it is the kind of splendid that is more… low-key and luxurious, Shen Zhifan pondered for a while and couldn't come up with an adjective that looked high-end, so he gave up.
Anyway, he looks pretty rich.
Shen Zhifan's family didn't have much money. The three generations of his ancestors were all digging in the earth. Over the years, they were just a few big-eyed and small-eyed people wearing heavy radiation protection suits. Originally, their genes were not good, so Everyone looks very casual, but it happens to Shen Zhifan here that a golden phoenix flew out of the grass chicken nest.
If it weren't for the fact that the birth certificate was there, and his father thought that his wife was so beautiful, he wouldn't be rude, anyway, he wouldn't be able to hook up with a handsome old man of this level, he wouldn't dare to recognize it as his own kind.
"Look at how bad-looking your sister is, why do you look like this?" Father Shen pointed at Shen Zhirou, who was picking her feet next to her.
At this time, Shen Zhirou, who was stumped, often rolled her eyes with boundless white eyes.
Shen Zhifan: "..."
Blame me, blame me for being so beautiful.
Well, even though the family has no money, they are still very happy.
So when Shen Zhifan saw that he was in this room at a glance, he really... wanted to shiver a little.
If this is really seven years later, then he is too promising.
He walked out of the washroom with a little curiosity and went directly into the living room. If it should be called the living room, it is very spacious, with complicated chandeliers hanging at the top, and the double staircase leading to the downstairs is full of hangings. A very expensive and famous painting, and the various artificial intelligence mechanical devices dotted around it glowed faintly. Although it was out of place, it was worth a lot of money at first glance... Shen Zhifan was dizzy.
This can't blame him. Shen Zhifan is still a sixteen-year-old Shen Zhifan. He has lived on Earth Planet since he was a child. Earth Planet is vast and sparsely populated, and the economy is very slow and backward. I have often seen these things on small TVs with snowflake screens.
Shen Zhifan looked all the way, and when he finally saw the photo in the center of the living room... he was stunned.
It should be a very large posthumous photo, about two meters long and wide, hanging in the center of the living room. The girl in the posthumous photo is obviously different from what he remembers. She has grown up a lot, but it is still quite awkward.
He was startled, and when he realized that it might be Zhang's posthumous photo, his body reacted faster than his emotions, that is, his eyes turned red. Although Shen Zhirou was really annoying, it wasn't that annoying occasionally, and suddenly the posthumous photo was placed here. It still caught him off guard.
Although Shen Zhirou is annoying, not cute, not pretty, and even has a bad voice... Hey, if you think about it like this, it really doesn't have any advantages, but occasionally I still think that there will be a little cute, and I can barely remember a little bit.
He wiped his face in discomfort, and his original curiosity about the world was suppressed. He silently looked at this unbelievably large photo, sighed heavily, and told himself that people can't come back from the dead, and finally touched it. Although the photo of a posthumous body is sloppy, it can barely be called a young girl with a smile...
"Brother, what are you doing?"
Before Shen Zhifan could react, she turned back subconsciously when she heard this sound, just staring at Shen Zhirou, who had just woken up.
Since he is the grown-up Shen Zhifan, then the one in front of him is also the grown-up version of Shen Zhirou. Shen Zhifan lived up to expectations and did not grow crippled. The appearance of the unknown liquid remaining on the corners of the awake and un-faced mouth is still a little too horrible to see.
Shen Zhifan was stunned for a while, glanced at the living girl in front of him, then looked back at the huge posthumous photo, then at the girl, and then at the posthumous photo.
Shen Zhirou: "???"
Shen Zhifan asked subconsciously, "Isn't this a posthumous photo?"
Shen Zhirou: "..."
She blushed visibly with the naked eye, and threw herself on the photo in large letters in grief and anger, blocking Shen Zhifan's vision and preventing him from continuing to look at her photo.
"Is this the photo I took to participate in the competition? The most fashionable black and white retro style, I don't know, don't talk nonsense, okay? What a ghost! Your family photo looks like this!"
Shen Zhifan took back the wasted feelings, and said with a blank face, "Oh, our family photos are always like this."
Shen Zhirou: "..." Really fucking true.
However, seeing Shen Zhirou who was resurrected from the dead (not), his mood was still much lighter. This false alarm made him feel like he had passed away, but the voice of his sister about to break through the sky made him realize that he was not really dreaming.
But it’s not a dream, it’s too fake, he was clearly a sixteen-year-old Shen Zhifan yesterday. At this time, he should be sitting in the classroom reading, listening to the teacher’s lectures in confusion, and occasionally closing his eyes and listening to his classmates complaining. Can receive a load of love letters, and then go to the nearest bookstore to pass the afternoon.
Shen Zhifan moved his throat and couldn't help but stretched out a finger and poked Shen Zhirou.
Shen Zhirou is like a puppy with fried fur. She used to be like this. When she poked her like this, she yelled that she wanted to bite Shen Zhifan back ten times: "You, you, you are so good-looking!"
"No," Shen Zhifan suddenly felt a little embarrassed, feeling that Shen Zhirou, who looked similar to Bean Ding yesterday, has grown into a girl who is not very elegant now, it's amazing, "Well, um... Am I supposed to be now? … Twenty-three?"
"Huh?" Facing the elder brother whose topic jumped too fast, Shen Zhirou obviously didn't react and twitched her eyebrows.
"I mean," Shen Zhifan struggled to organize his words, he didn't need to hide anything for a relative like his sister, "I felt like I was sixteen yesterday."
Shen Zhirou sneered disapprovingly, "Oh, I'm so tender, I still think I'm sixteen years old."
Shen Zhifan: "..."
Just as he was about to explain, the doorbell rang suddenly, startling him.
"Ah, there are guests, you said earlier," Shen Zhirou was stunned, after all, she was also a big girl, and hurriedly stomped her feet and ran back to her room, "I can't see anyone like this."
There was no chance for Shen Zhifan to say "I don't know anyone now".
Shen Zhifan was stunned for a while, and he could only bite the bullet and open the door nervously.
As soon as the door opened, Shen Zhifan became a little less able to speak.
The opponent is very tall, and he has to raise his head slightly, so the opponent is probably half a head taller than him. At first glance, it was a navy blue military uniform, flat as new without a single fold, this meticulous aura is always very compelling, with golden high-level epaulets on his shoulders, his eyes moved slightly up, and he saw it. the man's face.
His face is a little thin, but he is very energetic. His western facial features make his outline like a sculpture. His eye sockets are deep but not shadowy, which complements the high root of his nose. His pupils were sharp like a knife's edge, and when he looked at any place, it was as if a carved knife was pondering little by little.
He was extremely handsome, and a decent handsomeness, like a low-hanging eagle over the wild sun.
Shen Zhifan realized this a long time ago, but only now did he realize that in reality, General Yan Shuo seemed to be more handsome than he looked on TV.
Shen Zhifan, who suddenly saw his idol in life, stood dumbfounded for a while, because his emotions were so shocking that his mind was not sober and did not accept it, his arm arbitrarily asserted and automatically closed the door again.
General Yan, who was about to speak but was closed by the door, was a little embarrassed: "..."
Shen Zhirou was stunned when she heard the door closing, and stuck her head out of the room: "Who is it?"
Shen Zhifan was still in a shocking dreaming period, and said mechanically, "Sister, I have hallucinations."
"Ah?" Shen Zhirou became annoyed.
"I saw Yan Shuo." Shen Zhifan's face turned to God.
"..." Shen Zhirou was unmoved, "Oh, what's wrong, this is normal."
"Where is it normal?" Shen Zhifan finally returned, and asked, "Isn't our family mining in the corner of the interstellar space? When can I see the Imperial Major General casually?"
Shen Zhirou was silent for a while, and looked at Shen Zhifan with a very indescribable expression commonly known as constipation: "That all happened many years ago, brother, are you sick and coughing today... Anyway, you are not low-key now. , can be considered a national male god."