Chapter 89: Genealogy

The next day, when the youth appeared before everyone, their reactions were mixed.
This is really a hell, and it's a of a day.
"Brother ?!"
An Anyue's coffee cup fell to the ground with a snap, dark brown stains stained her cheongsam, and she didn't even notice it.
Father An is also stroking his chest, a look of breathlessness.
This is the case of the host, let alone the servants, and they all stand on the spot.
Some of them didn't know anything about the nightmares last night. At that time, they participated in the wedding arrangement. They were selected by An Anyue. At this time, they saw the deceased young master appearing in front of the crowd and could not help but scream Voiced out: "Ghosts!"
Only then did An Yingyue react, and with a stern glance at the vocal man, someone shoved him with his mouth intently.
Father An has taken a few more pills-since the death of his younger son, he has taken medicine more frequently. After all, he was old, had a bad heart, and couldn't bear any fright.
The youth appeared with Chang'an, and they were standing at the door of the living room. Chang'an also wore a wedding dress last night.
It is not that he likes this dress to the point where he wants to wear it every day, but no one thinks that he can survive, so there is no servant at all to prepare for him to change clothes, and he can only appear in this dress.
I have to say that the wedding dress is very suitable for the young man. The red shirt is more and more fair, his complexion is innocent and warm, and the young man with a light and long body looks different.
However, no one had the heart to appreciate this beauty. They all looked straight at the ground in front of the two of them, and they were relieved until they saw the two dark shadows.
But it was just a relief, no one dared to approach, An Yueyue settled down, and asked with a tremor, "Brother, are you here?"
Indeed, judging from the current state of youth, it does not look like a dead person.
When An Chengzhen's body was salvaged before, he died because of drowning, his body swelled a lot, his skin was pale and swollen, and he could not see the handsome skin before birth.
However, the young man has restored his good looks before his death. He can't see any abnormality in every move. When he is looked at by unknown people, he will never think he is dead.
No-to be precise, he is not a dead man now.
He grinned and said, "Sister, it's really me, I'm alive."
"What the is going on?" Father An eased his breath and finally spoke.
The young man looked at Chang An who stood beside him quite gently, holding his arm in Chang'an: "Thanks to my wife, he voluntarily gave me half of Yangshou's life, so I lived again."
This is naturally a falsehood. Without saying that he didn't want to be born again, he couldn't be born again. Even if he could be born again, he wouldn't be willing to take away the young man's birthday.
"Is this true?" Father An looked at Chang'an in disbelief and asked generally for confirmation.
Chang'an didn't know why he was so surprised, nodded, so he nodded.
In fact, he also asked young people this question before coming.
After waking up, the youth did not disappear as he promised. Chang'an got up from the bed and found that the youth thoughtfully covered him with a quilt after he fell asleep last night. The clothes did not change. Somewhat crumpled.
However, Chang'an didn't pay attention to his clothes. He looked up and down the young man standing in front of him, and asked with a little doubt: "Brother, are you alive now? But how do I feel nothing?"
The young man is now standing on the ground with his feet on the ground, and has obviously had the shadow of a human being, and his face is not as pale as last night, except that his temperature is as cold as before, and he is no different from a living person.
Combined with what he said last night, it seems that he should have given him his life?
But Chang'an felt it carefully and didn't notice any change in himself.
Things like life have disappeared in half, how should they behave a little bit?
Looking at him with such curiosity, the young man smiled slightly: "What do you want to feel? Life is such a thing that it is nothing, not visible or touchable."
Besides, he didn't take away the life of the teenager at all, and he was reluctant to do so.
"But you really don't regret it?" The young man asked deliberately. "You were a long-lived hundred-year-old, and now you give me your life, and you can only live up to sixty."
Changan glanced at him in surprise: "Of course I don't regret it. It's better to live to be sixty."
He pinched his fingers and counted them one by one: "As you said, I could have lived to be a hundred years old. No matter how tough my body was at that time, it would definitely not be younger than that. Maybe my teeth are lost, act. Inconvenient, there may be large and small diseases to come to your door. At that time, there is no way to enjoy the money, there is no fun to live. "
The best example is not Mr. An. He is now close to eighty, and the heart trachea is not very healthy. He must hold the medicine bottle on his body at all times. Even if he has a lot of money, he cannot buy his health, let alone enjoy it. .
Sorry, no matter whether it is food or a woman, he is now blessed.
"It will be different at the age of sixty. If you die at that time, you will not be old and decent." Speaking of this, Chang'an covered his face as if imagining the picture, and shivered. Don't want to die with a pleated face. "
"And." He added solemnly, "If you know how long you have lived, you will definitely cherish time. After leaving our home, we will go around and enjoy the beautiful scenery and eat all the food in the world. Etc. When you get old, choose a feng shui treasure in advance as your final resting place. "
Leaving home here naturally refers to the customs clearance game. In the perception of Changan, you can enjoy it freely after completing the task.
He was thinking with interest, his eyes glowed with longing.
This is what he wants to experience, the life of an ordinary person!
"What do you think?" After speaking, Chang'an finally remembered the youth standing aside, but I don't know why, the youth's expression was a little hesitant.
"I think it's good." The youth breathed a sigh of relief, as if finally reacting, and answered with a smile.
The life of a teenager is something he never imagined.
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In this way, only the two of them are together, not disturbed by world affairs, and living at will, for him, is full of dreamlike unreal feeling. But it is undeniable that this dream is indeed very beautiful, so beautiful that he couldn't help but start looking forward to it.
Or, because the man who created this dream was a teenager, he couldn't help but want to fulfill all his wishes for him.
But the boy's next sentence brought him back to reality.
"That's the answer, brother." Chang'an said with excitement, like a kid who was affirmed by his grown-up, and also put out his little finger playfully, "Would you like to tick?"
brother
This title was obviously not given to him. The person who saw in the eyes of the teenager might not be him.
All his imaginations are centered around the person he thought of, not himself standing in front of him.
Thinking of it, the heart in his chest seemed to be burned by the fire, and the flame of jealousy almost fainted his head.
The young man's eyes were unpredictable, but he took a step forward and caught Chang's little finger: "That's it."
Anyway, it's him who is standing in front of the boy, isn't he? One day, he will replace that man's position in the young man's heart and become the most special one in his heart.
The fingers of the two people were hooked together, as if an oath of inviolability had been made.
Chang'an was only joking. I didn't expect the Youth League to be so serious, and he couldn't help laughing. He shook the fingers of the two hooked together: "It feels like a child."
"Little children take vows seriously, don't they?" The youth let go a little.
"That's what it says." Chang'an thought about it carefully. According to the time of birth, he was actually a baby.
But even a small baby, he can be called a "giant baby"?
Thinking about it, he suddenly felt a hunger strike.
In fact, he has n’t eaten much since yesterday. I have to say that the hunger came a little late.
Seeing him covering his stomach, the youth responded quickly: "It's time for breakfast, and I should also tell my family that the good news of my resurrection will please them all, right?"
"Let's go, I happen to be hungry, too." Chang'an was happy for the tacit understanding between the two.
So there was that scene in the living room.
Wu Zhu hurried to receive a report.
Before she stepped forward, she just glanced at it from a distance and said, "Although Yang Qi is not yet strong, the young master is indeed not a dead man now."
People now recognize ghosts by looking at whether they have shadows under the light and whether they can walk under the hot sun, but she knows that some powerful ghosts are not afraid of the sun, and shadows can be faked. Not true.
So she looked at the young master, and first looked at the three fires on him. If the sun was on, he was not a dead person.
Although the Yang Huo's faint light was faint, it really existed. As for the others, Wu Zhu stepped forward again and pinched the youth's pulse.
The young man struggled with imperceptibility and left her to inspect.
Feeling the blood flowing in the veins, Wu wished a smile on her crumpled face. She didn't say anything else, just said "Congratulations, Master".
This sentence alone made her understand.
"Okay-okay!" Father An slammed his thigh and laughed so widely that anyone could see his happiness.
The servants next to it are also. Although the thoughts in their hearts are different, the smile on their faces is exaggerated, and the atmosphere in the room is as cheerful as the New Year.
"It's all your credit for Cheng Ye to live." Father An was happy and finally remembered Changan. "Good boy, tell me what you want, I will try my best to satisfy you."
"It's nothing, this is what I should do." Chang'an honestly expressed his thoughts, and Father An's eyes became more kind as he looked at him.
"Father, he's been hungry for a day. What's the matter after breakfast?" The young man held Chang'an's hand calmly.
"Yes, yes! I was negligent!" Father An immediately ordered to go down, and immediately a servant put a large table in the restaurant.
Father An had already eaten breakfast, but now he just sat aside and watched Chang'an eating with affection.
Chang'an was very serious when eating, and the npc's eyes could not disturb him.
And this is the first time he has eaten human food, whether it is crab noodle soup bag, sweet-scented osmanthus soup, wheat kernel silverfish porridge, or other food, the taste is so delicious. He suddenly understood why there was so much food in humans
The young man did n’t need to eat for a while, so he concentrated on putting vegetables in the bowl of the teenager, watching the teenager's mouth stuffed with snacks, and his cheeks swelled, and he couldn't help smiling.
"Since I've been reborn and married, should I change my genealogy? Can't my wife follow me anonymously?" When Chang'an finished eating, Qing Qingqing threw out a betrayal by everyone. Ignored issues.
"That's the truth." Father An agreed to it without much thought, and he was very mobile, so he immediately went to find the brother in charge of the genealogy.
Opened the ancestral shrine, took out the genealogy, and turned to the young master's name. With a big wave of Anjiahe, beside An Chengyu, the word "Xianuo" was added.
"Any promise?"
The young man's finger slumped across the wet ink with a smile.
Since then, he is An Chengyi.
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