Lychee Universe

Jiang Ruyun is not a human being. No, no, I didn't mean any personal attack. That is, literally, not human. A long, long time ago, there was a hero named Kuafu, who traveled thousands of miles with the sun. The strong wind stirred up under his feet carried several grass seeds, which flew in the wind and took root by the river. The river was nourished by the water for hundreds of years. And Jiang Ruyun, the hostess who now has an ID card, a job, five insurances and one housing fund, and a cat, a dog and a battery to her name, is just one of those lucky seeds. The ancient tree lady opened and closed her eyes, and all the old palaces were turned into dust under her feet. But she staggered up from the dust, and what she encountered head-on was the 21st century with the feasting and feasting of the steel forest - and a black-haired lady, this was in the physical sense. "Xuejian means meeting an unexpected joy." A clear look on the face for a moment, a vague glimpse of an old friend who was lost thousands of years ago. At the same time, the waves of autumn wheat rolled in the suburbs of Beicheng, and the draft penetrated into the alleys that had accumulated water for many years, ruffling the bells in front of the quaint shops. In front of the low table in the store, a cup of tea has been left to cool down. A talisman is hidden on the carved wall, but its owner is nowhere to be found. "Failed again." The yellow talisman was burned to ashes, and there were people who were all-rounded and had all the traps, but they still didn't know who they were. "Shen Coltsfoot, optimize this plan and send it to the office on the third floor." The electronic time chime sounded, the hour hand pointed to 10:00 p. M., And the lights of an office building in the city center were still on. The gray-haired young man's fingers were nimble, and he sent out "receive" with one hand. With the other hand, he took off the glasses he had worn all day and rubbed his overwhelmed and tired eyes. His eyes were blurry, and for a moment it seemed as if the mountains, herds of cattle and sheep, and the white snow that had not melted for years had flashed through his eyes. When his eyes returned to Qingming, there were mountains of documents stacked on the table in front of him. He swallowed a few pills with the cold instant coffee, as if swallowing his shaky life. A long time ago, a girl curled up in bed, holding a comic book and praying to the gods, hoping for freedom, hoping to be like the heroic and carefree protagonist in the story, to have a universe that exists for herself and a group of companions to take adventures with. A long time later, the girl has grown into a slim girl. She stood on a three-foot podium and "explained" the golden rules. And has the once naive dream come true now? —————— A short story that a group of friends came up with after school, unlimited streaming of group portraits, involving a cross-server timeline spanning thousands of years, modern urban ancient fantasy, overhead historical horror reasoning, well, it's all very complicated and messy. CP generally does not specify, love, friendship or family affection can be freely determined. The main writer is me, a Chinese undergraduate student. It's my first time writing this type of novel, so I may not be able to write it well (finger pointing). But no matter where I end up writing or how I write it, I hope that this first serious text I write can witness the growth of the characters and us. I will work hard to save the manuscripts, and there are currently only a few manuscripts saved. Once the manuscripts are saved, they will be updated weekly. Intention: Pain is the only way to grow, but there are friends, relatives, and you who will accompany you along the way.