kvmb Chapter 368 Life is like a dream
Chapter 368 Life is like a dream
The negotiation with Di Wanshu went very smoothly. After all, a hair pulled out by Di Wanshu was thicker than Zhao Ruoming and Francois tied together. This little money for time travel was nothing to him.
François was very happy, but of course not as ecstatic as he had imagined. He just felt a sense of fantasy that was not quite real.
When 584 said to François in a dull tone, "Sign here," the unfortunate man who had been away from home for three years finally came to his senses and looked at the electronic contract in front of him.
François did not sign immediately, but looked in the direction of Zhao Ruoming - the next second, he realized that he was still a "dead man" and this action was meaningless.
Francois discussed, "203, can you help me pass a message to Zhao?"
"Of course." 203 said, "What do you want to ask? If you are worried about being hit by a car again, I will plant some psychological hints in you so that you can avoid it. Don't worry about that."
Francois shook his head: "That's not what I want to ask. Can you ask Zhao Ruoming for me... Can we meet again in the future?"
203 nodded and passed the message to Zhao Ruoming. After a while, 203 replied: "'Maybe. The universe is big, but the earth is small.'"
François was stunned for a moment, then suddenly said loudly: "Please tell Zhao Ruoming that I am from the north and my hometown is..."
Francois spoke out a string of coordinates, accurate to the exact longitude and latitude. He spoke so fluently, as if he had already thought of these coordinates thousands of times.
"I've got that in mind." 203 said, "Next, you should wake up."
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Feng Liuxue was wiping Francois' body carefully, making him as red as a rooster.
Suddenly, Feng Liuxue felt that the skin under his hand seemed to be a little warmer.
Having been disappointed so many times, Feng Liuxue no longer dared to have any illusions. She held her breath and slowly looked at Francois' face.
François's eyelashes trembled, and then, like the most exciting scenes in all movies, the most beautiful eyes in the world (Feng Liuxue's eyes) slowly opened.
François squinted slightly, seeming to be somewhat uncomfortable with the glaring light.
Feng Liuxue even stopped breathing.
François' eyes moved around with difficulty, and finally stopped when he saw Feng Liuxue.
"Cher..." Francois said in a hoarse voice, "I'm so glad you're okay..."
Feng Liuxue wiped her eyes. Yes, it was Francois, Francois came back safe and sound!
Feng Liuxue could no longer suppress the longing and passion in her heart, and hugged the red François!
François seemed quite excited as well. Just as he was about to hug Feng Liuxue, he suddenly felt a pain in his arm and smelled a pungent smell of blood.
Francois took a closer look and found that he had pulled out the blood transfusion tube because of his excessive movement. Following the frighteningly thick tube upward, Francois saw the hedgehog-like Di Wanshu.
Francois pressed Feng Liuxue's shoulders in astonishment, "Xue'er! You saved me with Di Wanshu's blood?"
Feng Liuxue wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and said, "Yes. What's wrong?"
"Nothing..." Francois had a complicated expression, "How did you know that Di Wanshu's flesh and blood could..."
Feng Liuxue was moved and said, "When I fainted, I could actually hear the sounds around me. When you held me in your arms to find Di Wanshu, you kept saying 'Di Wanshu's blood can save you', and I heard it all."
"I see." Francois smiled palely (actually it was pale red because his whole body was covered in blood), "You have worked hard these days."
Feng Liuxue looked at Francois affectionately: "As long as you can wake up, all this will be worth it."
Francois was about to say something else when he suddenly started coughing violently. Feng Liuxue panicked and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell somewhere else?"
Francois frowned and said, "This bloody smell is too pungent. Cher, I feel sticky all over now. It's terrible."
This is absolutely true. Francois now looks like a duck painted with Sudan red, and all his affectionate actions seem extremely funny. In other words, the Fengliuxue filter is so thick that I don’t feel anything.
Zhao Ruoming, who was sitting on the sofa opposite, was trying so hard to hold back his laughter that he squashed three 203 balls!
"Look at me, I was so happy that I forgot about it." Feng Liuxue quickly helped Francois up, "I'll take you to take a bath."
François stood up staggeringly, and with the help of Feng Liuxue, he slowly walked towards the bathroom.
In a corner where no one noticed, he quietly made a "bye" gesture to Zhao Ruoming.
This is the farewell between François and Zhao Ruoming.
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Meng Fusheng blinked and looked at the busy street in front of him.
Somehow, at that moment, he suddenly felt that time had become very long - as if, in an instant, he had traveled through the entire universe.
This made him a little distracted. Because of this moment of distraction, he missed the nearest green light and failed to step onto the road the first second the green light flashed.
Meng Fusheng came to his senses and was about to move forward, when suddenly, a Mercedes Benz whizzed past him and hit the back of the bus in front of him with a "bang"!
With a series of rumbling and snapping sounds, the huge bus shook and slid forward for a long distance, while the Mercedes-Benz simply flipped over.
A bloody smell came. The astonished crowd was stunned for a few seconds, and suddenly burst into exclamations!
"Fuck! Are you in a hurry to reincarnate? You ran a red light that lasted only a few dozen seconds?"
"Dead! Dead!"
"Hurry, hurry, call the police! Tell them that a Mercedes owner ran a red light and overturned. He seems to be dead and bleeding a lot."
"The wheels were off the ground—was it going 500 miles per hour?"
"Quick, quick, everyone get out of the way..."
This traffic accident was quite serious. Soon, traffic police and police arrived at the scene, and the noisy crowd became even more noisy.
Meng Fusheng stood not far from the accident scene, looking at the mess from afar. He felt a sense of relief for having survived the disaster.
Fortunately, he was distracted just now. If he had crossed the road at the first second when the light turned green, he might have been hit by the car.
This ominous thought only flashed through his mind for a moment before Meng Fusheng cut it off. Bah, bah, bah, he was too young to be so unlucky.
Meng Fusheng took out his cell phone and glanced at the time. It was 12:04 p.m. It turned out that he had only been out for half an hour.
It was strange, why did he feel like he had been away from home for a long, long time?
Meng Fusheng opened his text message interface, and the text message interface sent by the bank clearly showed a four-digit balance: 4424 yuan.
424 yuan was the original balance in Meng Fusheng's account, and 4000 yuan was the scholarship for this semester. Meng Fusheng slapped his forehead and remembered that he was going to use this money to buy a gift for his grandmother. He wanted to give his grandmother an unexpected surprise.
What's wrong with his memory? How come he can't even remember such an important thing?
Meng Fusheng stared at the balance on his mobile phone. Somehow, the strong desire to buy that he had before leaving home had disappeared.
Instead, there was a feeling of emptiness and loss, as if something was suddenly lost. That thing might not be very precious, but it might have a unique meaning to him.
Meng Fusheng suddenly felt very tired and wanted to go home and have a good sleep. But he missed his grandmother even more and wanted to see her very, very much.
"Let's talk about the gift tomorrow." Meng Fusheng muttered. After witnessing the car accident, he had no interest in wandering around.
Meng Fusheng rode his bicycle, rushing towards home at high speed. His legs pedaled so fast that he left the hot wind of the city far behind.
The warm wind whistled past his ears, and Meng Fusheng thought for no reason: It's actually summer now, I don't know why I always thought it was winter.
Meng Fusheng sped away happily. Getting closer and closer. It was the alleyway of his home. Meng Fusheng parked his bicycle at the entrance of the alleyway and ran towards home.
Meng Fusheng ran faster and faster, leaving the city's heat and the whistling wind behind, and rushed into the courtyard.
Grandma was sitting under a big willow tree, reading a tattered book with a magnifying glass. It was a book she had collected when she was collecting rags. Meng Fusheng was a college student, and grandma felt that she should learn some knowledge and not embarrass her grandson.
Hearing the hurried footsteps of the person coming, grandma looked up and pushed her reading glasses, "Xiao Fu, you're back so soon? Didn't you say you were going to the city library to read?"
Meng Fusheng ran wildly and jumped in front of his grandmother in two or three steps.
Under his grandmother's astonished gaze, Meng Fusheng hugged her tightly.
Meng Fusheng cried.
Meng Fusheng didn't know why he was crying, he had only been out for a while. But this didn't stop him from feeling a great sense of grievance and joy at the same time. He hugged his grandmother tightly. After a long while, he said, "Grandma..."
Although grandma didn't know what happened, she still patted Meng Fusheng on the back: "Oh, Xiaofu, don't cry... Xiaofu, Xiaofu, Xiaozhu Hulu..."
The grandmother sang cheesy nursery rhymes, trying to coax the grown-up child who had grown taller than herself.
After a long while, Meng Fusheng wiped his tears and sat back on the small bench next to him.
Grandma said with a smile: "What's wrong? Why did you come back crying after going out? Did you lose your money?"
"No." Meng Fusheng said intermittently, "I just saw someone get into a car accident on the road... I feel, I feel that life and death are unpredictable."
This is certainly not the real reason, but it is the only reason Meng Fusheng can give at this moment.
"So that's how it is." Grandma shook her head. She was used to seeing life and death, and she was indifferent to such things. "You came back just in time. What is written in this book? The words are too small, and I can't even read them clearly with a magnifying glass. Please read it to me."
"Oh, okay." Meng Fusheng obediently took the little book from his grandmother's hand.
When he saw the handwriting on the book clearly, Meng Fusheng was stunned for a moment. But he quickly came to his senses and read aloud:
"Heaven and earth are the inns of all things; time is the passer-by of a hundred generations. Life is like a dream, how much joy can there be..."