Tokyo, a dull and sultry afternoon, in a messy room.
A dozen-inch square TV screamed non-nutritious entertainment programs. Torn newspapers were scattered on the floor. Wine bottles were stacked beside the bed. A few red and white drug capsules were scattered in the gaps between the bottles. Next to the capsules was a metal Small tin box.
Lu Ren had a dream, a long-lost nightmare.
In the dream, there was a huge millstone with no visible boundaries. It was rotating at a steady frequency without any obvious external force.
The crunching sound kept making people's teeth hurt. At the same time, soy milk slowly oozed out from the bottom of the millstone.
The difference from the soy milk I often drink is that this soy milk is blood red in color, almost black in thickness.
Lu Ren himself became the raw material for soy milk.
"Fuck!" Lu Ren opened his eyelids and found that his whole body was sore.
“I won’t stay up late on rest days from now on.”
My body is indeed not as good as before, and now it hurts so much that it’s hard to get up. Lu Ren sighed and reached out to touch his phone, intending to check what time it was.
It turned out to be empty. The phone was not next to the pillow where it usually rests.
This is a bit strange...
Waiting a moment, Lu Ren suddenly remembered that he did not rest normally last night, but fell asleep while playing games.
That's not surprising.
It’s just a bit troublesome not to charge the phone.
Lu Ren touched around again, but still couldn't find it. Plus it hurts all over my body.
He simply gave up and continued to lie on the bed.
If not on the bed, on the floor.
I'll look for it later. Now I'll take a break. My body hurts and I don’t want to think about it.
But after a while, he began to struggle to get up again.
This really hurts a bit, so I need to find some painkillers.
Everything else is fine, but this headache and toothache are terrible. This is unbearable.
As a social worker who often stays up late and works hard in the company.
Lu Ren didn't think there was anything wrong this time.
It just hurts a little bit more than usual, so just take some medicine.
From a medical point of view, this is very harmful to the body.
But he has no plans to change jobs.
The money offered by this company is quite generous. While you are young now, work for a few more years.
You're young, just hurt it a little bit, it won't be a problem.
Anyway, I have a day off today, so I will go straight out for a bath, massage and pedicure, and I will be a good man again the next day.
Lu Ren turned over and got out of bed with half-squinted eyes. He never thought of stepping on the air. No, it can't be said that he stepped on the air. Instead, he stepped on a cold and slippery cylinder.
Generally speaking, this situation is a stagger.
But now it's obviously not ordinary. Lu Ren's body was in great pain, so painful that he couldn't control himself.
His brain reacted, but his body didn't.
With a bang, his body came into direct full-body contact with the floor.
This one fell solidly.
The severe pain triggered the body's protective mechanism, directly causing him to fall into a brief trance.
After a while, Lu Ren regained consciousness and gasped in pain, "Why is there a wine bottle?"
He hasn't drank recently?
Wait, is this his home? Why doesn't the color of this floor match?
Doubt and panic dominated the body, and the pain was temporarily pushed into a corner.
Lu Ren stood up quickly and began to look around.
Cube TV, wine bottles, shredded newspapers, unfamiliar decoration.
"This..." He held his head, resisting the temporary dizziness and fatigue caused by the increase in blood pressure, "Where is this?"
...
...
After a while, after looking in the mirror, Lu Ren leaned on the sofa and accepted the reality.
Ask, what is it like to travel through time.
Thank you for the invitation. I feel good in Tokyo.
Lu Ren is no stranger to time travel. He must have read at least a hundred online novels, not to mention eight hundred thousand.
In the past, seniors who traveled through time were struck by lightning, hit by trucks, stabbed to death with knives, chosen by magical girls, went shopping for groceries, and were sucked into the toilet to travel to another world.
There's nothing worth mentioning about him traveling through time while sleeping.
And, “I’m pretty lucky.”
Lu Ren touched his abdominal muscles and smiled with the corners of his mouth raised.
Lu Ren was very satisfied with the young and strong body, the almost handsome face, and the seemingly normal world.
Especially the last one is very important.
Everyone likes to dream, and Lu Ren is no exception. He once imagined that if he could really travel through time, he would also like to go to the fantasy world of immortals and heroes, where his power would be his own, he could break the sky with his fist, hold the sun and moon in his hand, and become an immortal and his ancestor.
For now, forget it. He just wants safety.
He is tired.
The dreams I once had have long since been crushed by life.
The back wave, the hope, the future.
What a beautiful word.
But there is so much water in the ocean, and only the topmost water can make waves.
Lu Ren is not a late waver, nor can he become a waver.
He dared to stay up late and play games indulgently just because he would have a day off tomorrow.
Unexpectedly, I indulged myself in time travel.
The social beasts would envy him to death. Although the social conditions in the island country are even worse, he most likely won't realize it.
Lu Ren smiled even more wildly.
Some people are born in Rome, and some people are born with cows and horses.
It’s hard to say in my previous life. Although I was tired, I still earned quite a lot.
But in this life, Lu Ren can be sure that he is the first type.
Born in Rome.
Tokyo detached, two-story building. There is also a bunch of Porsche car keys on the table.
I, Lu Ren, have a car and a house.
What else is there to say? It’s the rich second generation or the rich N generation.
As for other questions, such as what era it is now, whether he has traveled back in time or to a parallel world.
It really doesn't matter anymore because he has money.
As for whether the predecessor might have started from scratch and worked hard to achieve his current results.
Lu Ren didn't believe it, that was what the protagonist did.
Once worn on the protagonist?
The possibility is really low.
Not to mention anything else, he didn't believe that the current Huo's home was like a doghouse. He didn't believe that any social elite could live in such a bad way.
He must be a dandy. fine.
Playboys rely on their parents, but not themselves. Unlike him, he has no one to rely on but himself.
"My parents left early, and they didn't even wait for me to ask for a wife." Lu Ren sighed, "Now it seems that I may be able to help you fulfill your filial piety and take care of your mother and father."
Lu Ren has been taught since he was a child that he should be grateful and not owe anything to others. Repaying the kindness of a drop of water with a spring of water is too vulgar and unrealistic. But repaying a favor is a must.
If the five senses are not correct, the three views must also be correct. Of course, Lu Ren and Zhou Zheng also have handsome facial features.
But the richer the family, the less emotional it seems?
Lu Ren thought for a moment, well, it doesn't matter.
He will definitely fulfill his filial piety anyway, but whether his "parents" want it or not is their business.
If that doesn't work, visiting the grave every year while waiting for the second elder to die is also a way of showing filial piety.
Lu Ren struggled to get up, and after sighing, it was time to work.
The house is so messy, but there is room to clean it up.
Lu Ren bent down and started to pick up the newspaper. He didn't know what the grudge between the newspaper and his predecessor was, so he tore it all over the floor, in pieces here and there.
Out of curiosity, Lu Ren took a look at the content above.
"Lu Zhitao and his wife", "Mudslide" and "Death"
Um? !
