I'm really immortal

Liu Changan drank water and rinsed his mouth to clear his turbid air. He planned to go to the second-hand bookstore as planned, either just to read, or to find a few books and get something back, but he saw that his head was wrapped in white. Ma Benwei, who was wearing gauze, took the five people from the morning to the sycamore tree again and stood in front of Liu Changan.

"Brother Liu, I'm sorry! We have blind eyes and look down upon others!"

The six people bowed in unison, very neatly.

"No need to apologize. You offended my sister, and I gave you a good beating. It's all even." Liu Changan is a very reasonable person, and he will never be unreasonable.

Is that his sister? Ma Benwei took a peek at Liu Changan. If he hadn't known that this guy was a student from the High School Affiliated to the Middle School, looking at his big pants and torn vest, it would have been hard to tell his age. But Ma Benwei already knew the guy he was trying to recruit to become an internet celebrity today. What is the identity of the young woman? Now Ma Benwei is only glad that Liu Changan knocked down everyone on his side with a stick. If he really did something to the young woman, he is afraid that the Ma family, which has a strong foundation in the county, will He is about to be uprooted. His father, who is full of ambitions and promising career prospects, and his high-spirited brother, who is about to ring the Nasdaq bell, will be completely ruined because of his recklessness.

Little did he know that the sister Liu Changan was talking about was not the same person as he thought.

"We will surrender in a moment and will be detained for fifteen days. This is a little thought on my part, please accept it." Ma Benwei doesn't believe that it is really even. Whoever believes in it is a fool. Ma Benwei still has this consciousness.

Ma Benwei handed over an envelope.

"No need." Liu Changan refused and thought for a moment, "If I don't accept it, will you feel uneasy?"

Ma Benwei laughed sarcastically, of course. If you don't accept it, doesn't it mean that you don't want to finish it like this?

"Let's do this. From now on, you can give me a hen or a cock every day. Just give it to me for a month." Liu Changan smiled and said, "The focus is on Qin Yanan's place. I will tell her that you came to talk to me." Sorry... As for her, you don’t need to provoke her."

After saying that, Liu Changan ignored them, locked the door, and left with a swing of the cattail leaf fan. There were a lot of mosquitoes at night. Although mosquitoes couldn't penetrate his skin at all, he was indeed more attracted to mosquitoes.

This almost brainless little animal has a sense of smell as sharp as a vampire's for the smell of blood.

Watching Liu Changan leave, Ma Benwei and the others stood there and looked at each other. Is it really enough to give him a pullet every day from now on?

"What does he need so many chickens for?"

"Keep your mouth clean!" Ma Benwei slapped him.

"Brother Ma, do you really want to go to that little girl?"

"Then my father has to come forward! How am I qualified to apologize to others? Can I get an appointment? Should I go to No. 1 Courtyard to block the door?" Ma Benwei was very depressed. He has been a local snake for a long time, and it feels really uncomfortable to bow his head when encountering a strong dragon. .

"This relative of Liu Changan is so awesome, why do I live in this shabby doghouse?"

"Maybe it's an illegitimate child..." After Ma Benwei finished speaking, he gave himself a slap in the face. It's just his bad mouth that got him into trouble, and he still doesn't have a long memory? Ma Benwei waved his hand, "Let's go, let's go to the bureau and surrender first. If we can't live broadcast for fifteen days...how angry is this person? It feels cold."

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Liu Changan shook his big cattail leaf fan and walked slowly along the street to a familiar bookstore. After taking a nap, there were many old people dressed like him in the streets and alleys. He came to a familiar bookstore that he had not been to for a while. In the bookstore, Liu Changan greeted the boss as usual: "Old Lan, business is good."

Boss Lan adjusted his reading glasses and slowly turned his head. He heard that the voice was young. He took a closer look and spat: "Younger, no matter how big or small."

Liu Changan walked around the small bookstore. It was difficult to smell the fragrance of books in a second-hand bookstore, but there was always an unavoidable smell of stale bad luck. The bookcases on three sides were filled with all kinds of old books and books without any classification. Old books probably have no collection value, they are just cheap.

However, cheapness is the most important thing for most people. Liu Changan flipped through a few books, looked around, and came to the counter: "Boss Lan, have all the books that Professor Liu stored here been sold? ?”

Perhaps because he heard Liu Changan change his title, Boss Lan raised his head again and looked at Liu Changan carefully for a while, holding his eyes, "Yaozi, where did you know Professor Liu?"

"Professor Liu won the first Young and Middle-aged Science Fund of Southern Hunan Province in 1995. In 1996, he was selected as the leader of the cross-century science and technology discipline in Southern Hunan. In 1997, he became a national candidate for the National Hundreds and Thousands of Talents Project. In 1998, he enjoyed the special allowance of the State Council... …For such an outstanding talent, I know it’s strange?” Liu Changan asked.

"What about 1999?" Boss Lan looked at Liu Changan with squinted eyes.

"Let's not talk about it if it's not honorable." Liu Changan said matter-of-factly.

"In 1999, it was said that Professor Liu got pregnant with a student. When the scandal broke out and there was a crackdown on academic corruption, he was miserable. But before this incident, he had deposited some books with me, as if they were entrusted to him for his funeral. Same thing, I always feel like there's something fishy about this." Boss Lan fumbled his gray beard on his chin, "What do you think?"

"You still believe in his character."

"I trust my own vision."

"It's all in the past. If you want to sell them all, forget it. If you still want to keep them, just give them to me. I'm his son." Liu Changan said without blushing. There are few people in this world who can do it themselves. Pretending to be his own son.

"How do you prove that you are his son?" Boss Lan stretched out his hand, "Where is the household registration book?"

"He didn't say that he would prove that I am his son when he comes to find you. All he needs to do is tell you a poem: Immortal touches my head, and I will marry my hair and live forever. Then I will ask you to get the old book." Liu Changan pointed out Pointing to Boss Lan's bookstore, "It's okay, if it doesn't work, I'll pick out a few books, and you just don't rip off people like you always do."

Boss Lan took off his reading glasses, showed a hint of smile at the corner of his mouth, and nodded with a smile.

Liu Changan also smiled.

Boss Lan walked slowly to the back room, fetched a ladder, refused Liu Changan's help, and climbed up step by step with his legs dangling by the side of the bookcase. Then he pulled down a layer of woven fabric covered with gray and coughed. After making a few noises, he wiped the dust off his head, grabbed the handle of an exposed rattan bookcase, and pulled it down with great effort, letting Liu Changan take over.

"I haven't seen him for many years. If you have time, let him come and have a cup of tea." Boss Lan came down and packed up the ladder.

"he died."

Boss Lan nodded, closed his cloudy eyes, and slowly walked back to where he was sitting without saying a word. The setting sun shone in. It was the favorite scene of humanistic photographers. The old man seemed to be able to See life passing by.

In fact, Boss Lan is not that old. His wife looks young. Wearing a white gauze skirt, she still looks like a MILF. When she walked out of the back room, she saw Liu Changan carrying the dead ghost who had kept it there for so many years. The box that no one could touch showed some surprise.

"Professor Liu is dead, this is his son." Boss Lan said with narrowed eyes.

The proprietress winked her eyes instantly, showing a sad look, and sighed, "It's been almost twenty years, how come this person is gone..."

As she spoke, the landlady stretched out her hand to touch Liu Changan's face, but Liu Changan quickly avoided it.

"Look...this young man is still shy." The landlady laughed sarcastically.

Boss Lan snorted coldly and ignored it.

"I'll leave now, see you later." Liu Changan said to Boss Lan, "I'd better go to Baisha Park to play chess when I have time. I'm pretty good at it."

Boss Lan nodded, waved his hand, and glanced at the dark and dirty wooden box under the counter, which contained a chess set that had not been taken out for many years.

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