Songhai City.
At 7:30 in the morning, in a dimly lit room, on a soft and large bed, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly woke up with a start, clutching his head and curling up like a shrimp.
His head felt like it was about to split open, as if steel needles were embedded in his brain. The pain made his scalp twitch, causing him to hallucinate and hear meaningless noises. Chaotic images flashed through his mind.
Zhang Yuanqing knew his old ailment had returned.
Trembling, he climbed out of bed, pulled open the bedside table drawer, fumbled for a medicine bottle, impatiently twisted it open, poured out five or six small blue pills, and swallowed them whole.
Then, he collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for breath and enduring the excruciating pain.
A dozen seconds later, the soul-tearing headache subsided and then calmed down.
"Huu..." Zhang Yuanqing exhaled in relief, covered in cold sweat.
When he was in high school, he contracted a strange illness. The symptoms were that his brain uncontrollably recalled all past memories, including forgotten junk information; uncontrollably collected external information, and analyzed it; the brain's control over the body reached an incredible level.
Fortunately, this state could not last long and would be interrupted because the body could not bear the burden.
It was because of this ability that he easily got into Songhai University - a top-ranked prestigious university in the country.
Zhang Yuanqing called this state "brain overload." He believed 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 about this guess, the doctor said he didn't understand, but was greatly shocked and suggested he go to the psychiatric department downstairs.
In short, the hospital couldn't find the cause. Later, his mother brought back a special medicine from abroad, and his condition was controlled. As long as he took the medicine regularly, it would not flare up.
"It must be because I didn't rest well last night, I was too tired. It's all Jiang Yuer's fault, she had to come to my room to play games in the middle of the night..."
Although he said so, his heart was quietly heavy, because Zhang Yuanqing knew that the effect of the medicine was weakening, and his condition was getting more and more serious.
"I need to increase the dosage in the future..." Zhang Yuanqing put on cotton slippers, walked to the window, and 'swish' opened the curtains.
Sunlight rushed in, filling the room.
April in Songhai City was bright and sunny, and the morning breeze was cool and comfortable.
"Knock knock!"
At this moment, a knock came from the door, and his grandmother shouted from outside:
"Yuanzi, wake up."
"No!" Zhang Yuanqing refused ruthlessly, he wanted to go back to sleep.
It was a bright and sunny weekend, wouldn't it be a waste of life not to sleep in?
"I'll give you three minutes, if you don't get up, I'll wake you up by splashing water."
His grandmother was even more ruthless.
"Okay, okay..." Zhang Yuanqing immediately gave in.
He knew that his grumpy grandmother could really do that.
When Zhang Yuanqing was in elementary school, his father died in a car accident. His strong-willed mother did not remarry, but took her son back to Songhai to settle down and left him to be taken care of by his grandparents.
She threw herself into her career and became a successful businesswoman praised by relatives.
Later, his mother bought her own house, but Zhang Yuanqing didn't like the empty apartment and still lived with his grandparents.
Anyway, his mother left early and returned late every day, often on business trips, focusing on her career. Even if she didn't work overtime on weekends, she still ordered takeout for meals.
The most she said to her son was, "Is the money enough? Tell mom if it's not enough." A successful businesswoman mother who can satisfy you financially without limit sounds great.
But Zhang Yuanqing always said to his mother with a smile: The pocket money given by grandma and aunt is enough.
Well, and his little aunt.
The woman who insisted on coming to his room to play games last night was his little aunt.
Zhang Yuanqing yawned, turned the doorknob of the bedroom, and came to the living room.
His grandmother's house, including the common area, was 150 square meters. Zhang Yuanqing remembered that when they sold the old house to buy this new house, it was more than 40,000 yuan per square meter.
Six or seven years have passed, and now the price of houses in this neighborhood has risen to 110,000 yuan per square meter, almost doubling.
Fortunately, his grandfather had foresight back then. If they had kept the old house, Zhang Yuanqing would only be able to sleep in the living room. After all, he was grown up now and couldn't sleep with his little aunt anymore.
At the long dining table next to the living room, the culprit who caused his headache was drinking porridge 'glug glug glug', her pink slippers swaying under the table.
She had exquisite and beautiful features, and her round oval face looked quite sweet, with a beauty mark at the corner of her right eye.
Because she had just woken up, her fluffy and messy big waves were scattered around, making her look a bit lazy and charming.
His little aunt was called Jiang Yuer, and she was four years older than him.
Seeing Zhang Yuanqing come out, his little aunt licked the porridge from her lips and said in surprise:
"Yo, you're up so early, that's not like you."
"Your mom did a good job."
"Why are you cursing people?"
"I'm just telling the truth."
Zhang Yuanqing examined his little aunt's beautiful face, full of energy and radiant.
It is said that the night will not treat those who stay up late badly, it will give you dark circles under your eyes, but this law does not seem to work on the woman in front of him.
The grandmother in the kitchen heard the movement, poked her head out to take a look, and after a while, came out with a bowl of porridge.
His grandmother's black hair was mixed with silver strands, and her eyes were very sharp, she looked like the kind of old lady with a bad temper.
Although loose skin and shallow wrinkles had taken away her beauty, it was still possible to see that she had good looks when she was young.
Zhang Yuanqing took the porridge handed over by his grandmother, took a big gulp, and said:
"Where's grandpa?"
"He went out for a walk." His grandmother said.
His grandfather was a retired old detective. Even though he was old, his life was still very regular. He went to bed at ten o'clock every night and woke up at six o'clock in the morning.
His beautiful little aunt drank porridge and said with a smile:
"After breakfast, Auntie will take you to the shopping mall to buy clothes."
Are you really that nice? Zhang Yuanqing was about to agree when his grandmother gave him a murderous look:
"If you dare to go, I'll break your dog legs."
"Mom, why are you like this." His little aunt said in a bitchy tone: "I just want to buy a few spring outfits for Yuanzi, are you unhappy? Although a nephew has an 'out' in the word, he's still family~"
His grandmother used one force to break all methods, "Do you want your dog legs broken too?"
His little aunt pouted and lowered her head to drink porridge.
As soon as Zhang Yuanqing heard the mother and daughter's game, he knew that his grandmother must have arranged another blind date for his little aunt, and his quirky little aunt wanted to pull him in to stir up trouble.
That's how it used to be. She would take her nephew to the blind date, sit for a few minutes, and her socially skilled nephew would win over the blind date partner. The two men would talk happily, from people's livelihood to the world situation, without her having anything to do.
She could just drink her drink and play on her phone. The blind date partner would also feel that he had shown enough social experience and knowledge in front of a beauty, and would feel happy and good about himself.
Jiang Yuer had been exquisite and cute since she was a child, and was praised by the neighbors. She was beautiful, sweet, and well-behaved, and liked by elders.
Of course, his grandmother had to strictly guard against her such a beautiful daughter. When she was in junior high school, she repeatedly told her not to have puppy love and not to go out with male classmates.
Her little daughter really didn't disappoint her. She didn't have 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.
She thought to herself that she just didn't want you to have puppy love, but I didn't want you to be a leftover woman. How many years of youth does a woman have?
So, she gathered her old sisters and searched for information on young talents from all over the world, arranging blind dates for her daughter.
"Grandma, she obviously doesn't want to be in a relationship yet. You can't force a melon that's not ripe." Zhang Yuanqing said while biting a bun, and recommended himself:
"Why don't you arrange a blind date for me? My melon is very sweet."
His grandmother said angrily, "You're still young, what's the rush? There are all female classmates in college, can't you find one yourself? If you cause trouble again, be careful I'll beat you."
His grandmother was a southern woman, but her temper was not gentle at all, she was very fiery.
Even Zhang Yuanqing's successful businesswoman mother didn't dare to contradict her grandmother.
I'm grown up, okay, I've been a craftsman for several years... Zhang Yuanqing muttered in his heart.
After breakfast, under the strong request of his grandmother, his little aunt went back to her room to change clothes and put on makeup for her blind date.
His little aunt wore light makeup, which made her look even more bright and moving.
A fluffy round-neck knitted shirt was paired with a long coat, and light-colored narrow-legged jeans wrapped her long legs, which were well-proportioned and rounded. The narrow trouser legs were tucked into black Martin boots.
Her Mori-style simple dress was not flashy or frivolous, but very delicate.
His little aunt gave him a "you know" wink, picked up her bag, and twisted her waist to go out:
"Mom, I'm going on a blind date."
Zhang Yuanqing returned to his room and slowly changed into a black t-shirt, a windbreaker, and running shoes.
After a few minutes, he opened the bedroom door.
His grandmother was cleaning in the living room. When she saw him come out, she stopped her work and silently looked at him.
Zhang Yuanqing imitated his little aunt's tone:
"Mom, I'm going on a blind date too."
"Get back here." His grandmother raised her broom and threatened, "If you dare to step out of this door, I'll break your dog legs."
"Okay!" Zhang Yuanqing returned to the bedroom obediently.
Sitting at his desk, he sent a message to his little aunt on his phone:
"The mission failed before it even started, leaving the hero in tears."
"Speak human language!"
His little aunt should be driving, and her reply was concise.
"I've been stopped at home by grandma, you should go on your blind date yourself."
His little aunt sent a voice message.
Zhang Yuanqing clicked it open, and Jiang Yuer's angry voice rang out from the speaker:
"What are you good for!!"
His little aunt withdrew a voice message, and then sent another one, this time changing her tone and acting coquettishly:
"Good nephew, please come, your aunt loves you the most, mua~"
Heh, woman!
You want me to touch grandma's reverse scale just by acting cute? You have to send a red envelope at least.
At this time, a slightly harsh ringtone came. Zhang Yuanqing came to the living room and, under his grandmother's gaze, pressed the call button of the building intercom and said:
"Who is it!"
"Delivery."
A voice came from the speaker.
Zhang Yuanqing pressed the door opening button. After two or three minutes, a delivery guy in uniform took the elevator upstairs, holding a package in his arms:
"Are you Zhang Yuanqing?"
"That's me."
I didn't order anything online... He signed for it with a puzzled look, and glanced at the package information. The package didn't have a sender, but the address was Hangzhou, Jiangnan Province next door.
He returned to his room, found a paper cutter from his desk drawer, and opened the package.
Inside, a black card and a yellow letter were wrapped in bubble wrap.
Zhang Yuanqing picked up the black card the size of an ID card. The material seemed to be metal, but it felt extremely warm to the touch. The card was made very beautifully, with shallow silver cloud patterns on the edges and a black full moon in the center.
The black full moon was printed very delicately, and the irregular patches on the surface were clearly visible.
What is this? With a suspicious mood, he opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.
"Yuanzi, I got something very interesting. I once thought it could change my life, but my ability is limited and I can't control it. I think if it were you, it shouldn't be a problem.
"As brothers, this is my gift to you.
"Lei Yibing!"
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