Songhai City.

At 7:30 in the morning, in the dim room, Zhang Yuanqing woke up suddenly with a startle from the limp big **. He covered his head and hunched his body like a shrimp.

The headache felt like it was about to split open, as if needles were embedded in my head. My scalp was twitching in pain, and I was having auditory and visual hallucinations. Chaotic images flashed through my mind, and my ears were filled with noisy, meaningless noises.

Zhang Yuanqing knew that his old illness had relapsed.

He climbed up from the bed tremblingly, opened the drawer of the bedside table, touched the medicine bottle tremblingly, unscrewed it impatiently, poured out five or six small blue pills, and swallowed them whole.

Then he threw himself back onto the bed, gasping for breath and enduring the pain.

After a dozen seconds, the soul-tearing headache subsided and then subsided.

"Huh..." Zhang Yuanqing let out a sigh of relief, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

He contracted a strange disease when he was in high school. The symptoms were that his brain uncontrollably recalled all past memories, including forgotten junk information; it uncontrollably collected external information and analyzed it; and the brain's control over the body reached an incredible level.

Fortunately, this state cannot last too long and will be interrupted because the body is overwhelmed.

It was precisely because of this ability that he was able to easily get into Songhai University, a prestigious university ranked among the top in the country.

Zhang Yuanqing called this state brain overload. He believed that he might be evolving into a superman, but because his body could not support this evolution, it was frequently interrupted.

When he told the doctor this guess, the doctor said he didn't understand but was shocked and suggested that he go to the psychiatric department downstairs.

In short, the hospital could not find the cause of the disease. Later, my mother brought back a special medicine from abroad for him, and the condition was brought under control. As long as he took the medicine regularly, there would be no flare-ups.

"I must have not rested well last night and was too tired. It's all Jiang Yu'er's fault. He had to come to my room to play games in the middle of the night..."

Although he said this, he felt heavy inside, because Zhang Yuanqing knew that the effect of the medicine was beginning to weaken and his condition was getting worse.

"I'll have to increase the dosage in the future..." Zhang Yuanqing put on cotton slippers, walked to the window, and quickly opened the curtain.

The sunlight rushed in and filled the room.

In April in Songhai City, the spring is bright and the morning breeze is cool and comfortable.

"Dong Dong!"

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and grandma shouted outside the door:

"Yuanzi, wake up."

"No!" Zhang Yuanqing refused coldly and ruthlessly. He wanted to go back to sleep for a nap.

It’s a beautiful spring day and it’s the weekend. Wouldn’t it be a waste of life if I didn’t sleep in?

"I'll give you three minutes. If you don't get up, I'll splash water on you to wake you up."

Grandma is even more cruel and ruthless.

“I know, I know…” Zhang Yuanqing immediately gave in.

He knew his bad-tempered grandmother was capable of doing just that.

When Zhang Yuanqing was still in elementary school, his father died in a car accident. His strong-willed mother did not remarry and took her son back to Songhai to settle down and left him to be taken care of by his grandparents.

She plunged into her career and became a strong woman praised by her relatives.

Later, his mother bought a house of her own, but Zhang Yuanqing didn't like the empty large flat and continued to live with his grandparents.

Anyway, my mother goes out early and comes back late every day, and goes on business trips every few days. She devotes herself to her career. Even if she doesn't work overtime on weekends, she still orders takeout at mealtime.

….What she said most to her son was, “If you don’t have enough money, tell your mom.” A strong mother who can satisfy you financially sounds great.

But Zhang Yuanqing always said to his mother with a smile: The pocket money given by my grandmother and aunt is enough.

Well, and my aunt.

The woman who insisted on coming to his room to play games last night was his aunt.

Zhang Yuanqing yawned, turned the bedroom doorknob and walked into the living room.

The house at my grandmother's house has an area of ​​150 square meters including the common area. When Zhang Yuanqing sold the old house and bought this new house, he remembered that the price was more than 40,000 yuan per square meter.

Six or seven years have passed, and now the housing price in this community has risen to 110,000 yuan per square meter, nearly doubling.

Fortunately, my grandfather had the foresight to move to the old house. Zhang Yuanqing could only sleep in the living room. After all, he had grown up now and could no longer sleep with his aunt.

On the long dining table next to the living room, the culprit that caused his headache was gulping down his porridge, his pink slippers sticking out from under the table.

She has delicate and beautiful facial features, a round oval face that looks quite sweet, and a teardrop mole at the right corner of her eye.

Because she had just woken up, her hair was loose and messy, making her look lazy and charming.

His aunt's name is Jiang Yuer, and she is four years older than him.

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing coming out, the aunt licked the porridge on the corner of her mouth and said in surprise:

"You, getting up so early is not like your style."

"Your mother did a good job."

"Why are you cursing?"

"I'm just telling the truth."

Zhang Yuanqing looked at his aunt's beautiful face, which was as pretty as a flower. She looked energetic and charming.

It is said that the night will not mistreat those who stay up late, it will give you dark circles under your eyes, but this law does not seem to apply to the woman in front of me.

The grandmother in the kitchen heard the noise, stuck her head out to take a look, and after a moment, came out with a bowl of porridge.

There were silver strands mixed in my grandmother's black hair, and her eyes were very sharp. At first glance, she looked like an old lady with a bad temper.

Although the loose skin and shallow wrinkles have taken away her charm, one can still vaguely tell that she had a good appearance when she was young.

Zhang Yuanqing took the porridge from his grandmother, gulped down a mouthful, and said:

"Where's Grandpa?"

"Going out for a walk." said grandma.

My grandfather is a retired criminal policeman. Even at his old age, he still lives a very regular life. He goes to bed at 10 o'clock every night and wakes up at 6 o'clock in the morning.

The pretty aunt drank her porridge and said with a smile:

"After breakfast, I'll take you to the mall to buy clothes."

Are you so kind? Zhang Yuanqing was about to agree, but the grandmother beside him gave him a murderous look:

"If you dare to go, I'll break your dog's legs."

"Mom, why are you like this?" The aunt said with a bitch look on her face: "I just want to buy some spring clothes for Yuanzi, and you are not happy? Although nephew has a foreign character, he is still my blood~"

Grandma broke all laws with one force, "You also want to have your legs broken?"

My aunt curled her lips and lowered her head to drink her porridge.

When Zhang Yuanqing heard the game between mother and daughter, he knew that his grandmother must have arranged another blind date for his aunt, and his eccentric aunt wanted to drag him into muddying the waters.

This is what she did in the past. She would take her nephew to a blind date. After sitting for a few minutes, the socially adept nephew would get the blind date. The two men would have a great conversation, talking about everything from people's livelihood to the world situation, and she had nothing to do with it the whole time.

….She just needs to drink her beverage and play with her phone, and the blind date partner will feel that he has shown enough social experience and knowledge in front of the beauty, and will feel happy and feel good about himself.

Jiang Yuer has been delicate and cute since she was a child. She is praised by her neighbors. She is beautiful, sweet and well-behaved, and is very much liked by the elders.

Of course the grandmother had to keep a close eye on such a beautiful daughter. When she was in junior high school, she told her not to fall in love too early and not to go out and play with male classmates.

As expected, her younger daughter did not disappoint her. She never had a boyfriend until she graduated from college. But after entering society, especially after her 25th birthday at the beginning of the year, her grandmother became a little restless.

I thought to myself, I just don’t want you to fall in love too early, I’m not asking you to be a left-over woman. How many years of youth can a woman stay?

So she gathered her old sisters together, searched all over the world for information on young talents, and arranged blind dates for her daughter.

"Grandma, it's clear that she doesn't want to date. A forced melon is not sweet." Zhang Yuanqing volunteered while eating a bun:

"Would you like to arrange a blind date for me? I'm so sweet."

Grandma said angrily, "You are still young, why are you in such a hurry? There are only female classmates in college, can't you find one yourself? If you make trouble again, I will beat you up."

My grandmother is a southern woman, but her temper is not gentle at all and she has a very hot temper.

Even Zhang Yuanqing's mother, a career-oriented woman, did not dare to contradict her grandmother.

I’ve grown up now and have been a craftsman for several years... Zhang Yuanqing muttered to himself.

After breakfast, at the strong request of my grandmother, my aunt went back to her room to change clothes and put on makeup before going out for a blind date.

My aunt put on light makeup, which made her look even more radiant and charming.

The fluffy round-neck sweater is paired with a long coat, and the light-colored narrow-leg jeans wrap the two long legs, making them well-proportioned and round. The narrow-leg pants are tucked into black Martin boots.

The simple forest style of dressing is neither gaudy nor flashy, but particularly exquisite.

The aunt gave him a look that said "you know what I mean", picked up her bag, and walked out with her waist twisted:

"Mom, I'm going out for a blind date."

Zhang Yuanqing returned to the room and slowly changed into a black T-shirt, windbreaker, and running shoes.

After a few minutes, he opened the bedroom door.

Grandma was cleaning the living room. When she saw him come out, she stopped what she was doing and looked at him silently.

Zhang Yuanqing imitated his aunt's tone:

"Mom, I'm going out on a blind date too."

"Get back here." Grandma raised her broom and threatened, "If you dare to step out of this door, I'll break your legs."

"Okay!" Zhang Yuanqing readily returned to the bedroom.

Sitting at the desk, he held up his phone and sent a message to his aunt:

"To die before achieving one's goal will always make the hero shed tears."

"Speak human language!"

My aunt must have been driving, and her reply was brief and to the point.

"My grandmother stopped me at home, so you should go on a blind date by yourself."

My aunt sent me a voice message.

Zhang Yuanqing clicked it, and Jiang Yuer's angry voice came from the speaker:

"What use is there for you!!"

My aunt withdrew one voice message and sent another one. This time, her tone was different and she acted cute and coquettish:

….“Good nephew, come quickly, your aunt loves you the most, ua~”

Oh, woman!

Do you think I can offend my grandmother by acting cute? At least you should give her a red envelope.

At this time, a slightly harsh ringtone was heard. Zhang Yuanqing came to the living room and, under the gaze of his grandmother, pressed the call button of the building intercom and said:

“Who?”

"express delivery."

A voice came from the speaker.

Zhang Yuanqing pressed the door-opening button. Two or three minutes later, a courier in uniform took the elevator upstairs with a package in his arms:

"Is it Zhang Yuanqing?"

"It's me."

I didn’t buy it online… He signed for the package with a confused look on his face and took a look at the package information. There was no sender listed on the package, but the address was Hangzhou City in the neighboring Jiangnan Province.

He returned to his room, found a paper cutter from his desk drawer, and opened the package.

Inside was a black card and a yellow letter wrapped in an anti-fall air cushion.

Zhang Yuanqing picked up a black card the size of an ID card. It seemed to be made of metal, but it felt very warm to the touch. The card was made very beautifully, with a light silver cloud pattern on the edge and a black full moon in the center.

The black full moon is printed very delicately, and the irregular patches on the surface are clearly visible.

What is it? With doubt in his mind, he opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.

"Yuanzi, I got a very interesting thing. I thought it could change my life, but I am limited in my ability and cannot control it. I think it should not be a problem for you.

"Brother, this is my gift to you.

"Lei Yibing!"

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