A Straight Guy’s Transmigration Journeys - Chapter 271

“Congratulations to the host for completing all tasks. The score has reached the fixed value: 100

now start the resurrection program for the host immediately. Data loading

Loading completed, connecting to the real world

3, 2, 1 The resurrection is successful

The original Fu Yan is still lying in the gentle nest. Suddenly, a familiar sour smell of the sewer fills his nose. I felt the cold covering all over my body.

Fu Yan slowly opened his eyes and looked at the dim sewer. I didn’t come back very much.

“Well, sir! I see you. Come on up All of a sudden, a flash of flashlight light came down, shining on Fu Yan’s face full of sewage.

Fu Yan covered his eyes, and then the sewer repair personnel came down from the ladder. He picked up Fu Yan and said, “don’t panic, sir.”

Fu Yan shook his head, but his eyes became more moist. He had a feeling that he wanted to hold something, but he couldn’t hold it. His heart was empty.

After being rescued to the street, Fu Yan gently said: “thank you.”. Then, as if walking dead, slowly moving the pace.

“Did you hit your head, sir?”

“Don’t talk nonsense. Get the manhole cover quickly.”

Back in the old house, Fu Yan took out his key from the fire hydrant and opened the door. Looking at the clean room, his heart became more and more flustered.

Tears keep spinning in the eyes, really resurrected

Resurrected, will you never see him

“Ah An adult man squatted at the door, buried his face in the palm of his hand, and burst into tears.

The next day, Fu Yan regained some popularity

On the third day, Fu Yan began his life

Fu Yan, who was absent from work for several days, was dismissed by his boss. He packed his bags and left with indifference. With the money saved over the years, I opened a flower shop that was not very popular.

There are many wild chrysanthemums and roses in the flower shop

Li Qi held a daisy in front of him. Yi Yunjin doesn’t let him get off the car to buy flowers. She says it’s not in line with etiquette, but she bought flowers for him all her life. When you wrap flowers on the axis, your hands are covered with rose thorns

Looking at a lot of these things, Fu Yan will unconsciously think of them. Man and his past, now and dream as incredible, lingering.

“Boss, boss!” The young man was going to buy two flowers for his girlfriend, but the boss didn’t care about him at all. He was so angry that he left on the spot.

The customers said that the florist was very strange. His huamingming is better than other florists, fresh and beautiful, but the boss is a nerd, who is indifferent to people, so his business is not so good.

One Valentine’s day, other florists open their doors and raise their prices to welcome new and old customers. Only Fu Yan’s Florist closed the door early. He went to the biggest library in the city and cultivated his sentiment.

Standing at the door of the library, Fu Yan bit his mouth and his eyes were moist.

“The advanced mathematics competition is about to start. You haven’t done the problem yet.”

“Don’t follow me soon!”

Maliciously, brinnan seemed to stand in front of him. Fu Yan stepped forward cautiously, but he disappeared.

“Here he comes again…” The library staff whispered.

Another humanitarian: “often out of his mind, I don’t know if he read too much, silly.”

Fu Yan sighed heavily and walked into the library. On Valentine’s day, he didn’t want to be alone. He will go mad if he is sick of missing.

Taking a book at will, Fu Yan went to the corner of the library and began to read it slowly. I want to immerse myself in books, but my brain always plays his memory automatically.

Fu Yan’s hand with the book is more and more hard, more and more hard. “Hiss…”

When the book was torn in half by him, Fu Yan finally recovered. He stupidly looked at the thick book and instinctively looked at the price.

“Ten million…” Fu Yan panicked. He closed the book in a panic and recombined it. Then he hurried to the shelf where the book was put.

My God, how can a broken book cost so much money

He runs a florist. He can’t make ends meet. Living a day is a day’s psychology, there is no so-called deposit, let alone take out the ten thousand yuan indemnity.

Fu Yan frowned and looked around. When I just picked up the book, I had a shelf.

This book is like a hot potato in my arms. Fu Yan had to stand on tiptoe and try his best to put the book back in its original position. I think he is one meter eight, so it should be OK to be strong.

Suddenly, a slender, well-defined hand held the book. The owner of the hand said in a low voice: “don’t put it. I’m just looking for this one.”

Sound line is very familiar with

Fu Yan’s heart thumping, he covered the position of the heart, helpless smile a few voice: listen to it again?It was just a dream, a long dream. How could he appear in his real world.

“Bata!” The man took half of the book, looking at the other half of the book fell on the ground, some at a loss.

Fu Yan obviously also heard the sound, his heart changed to panic beating. Thinking of the price of the book, Fu Yan was ready to run away, but he was strangled by fate.

“I said, sir, you are not so kind.” The man lowered his voice.

Fu Yan was forced to turn back by him. Fu Yan, who was thinking about the reason crazily, was stunned when he saw the man’s face.

The man is dressed in formal clothes, and his hair is all combed up, which shows that he is very strict. He has a sharp nose and sharp eyes

is as like as two peas.

The man stared at Fu Yan and said, “you broke it.”

Instead of answering him, the man stared at him. The man asked, “isn’t it?”

Fu Yan still didn’t answer him, so he knew to stare at him hard. Then, Fu Yan threw himself into the man’s arms and hugged him tightly.

Familiar face, familiar figure, familiar temperature, is he

It’s really him

The man was stunned, half of the books in his hand were scared out by Fu Yan’s action. At this time, the librarian came over

At the counter, the man pleaded for the book. He looked at Fu Yan, who had been staying by his side, sighed silently.

As the man walked out of the library, Fu Yan held his hand.

“I’ve already paid for it.”

Fu Yan returned to the real world and laughed happily for the first time. Smile exposed two rows of neat teeth, smile still a little fierce, eyes also narrowed into a seam. He asked, “what’s your name, what’s your mobile phone number, where do you live…”

Man slightly a Leng: “you this check account ah.”

Fu Yan is accurately regarded as a neuropathy by men, but Fu Yan still takes out a business card from him.

On the business card, it says: yesterday Ya studio, so does designer Bai.