I’m really immortal Chapter 42

Official Records: Before the comprehensive victory of the Anti-Japanese War in 1945, Ye Si Jin led his team to complete a mission, rescuing comrades imprisoned by the RB people.

During the mission, they encountered an unexpected crazy counterattack from the Japanese side. Ye Si Jin sacrificed himself, the mission failed, and the imprisoned comrades disappeared.

Liu Chang’an remembered that Ye Si Jin’s favorite food was the scallion oil noodles he made, and the place he wanted to visit most was Jiangzhou in Junsha. He told Liu Chang’an that after the comprehensive victory, they would definitely go there and recite a poem, “Qing yuan chun”, with the surviving comrades.

Their heroic songs, of course, cannot be compared to those of later generations. They had an unique, passionate, and fiery spirit, full of blood and enthusiasm.

Ye Si Jin always looked forward to it.

Many heroes would eventually pass away, leaving only Liu Chang’an to witness everything. He, like a statue, stood tall and gazed at the sky, as if watching over his comrades, who had fought side by side with him, and the unknown souls of the nation.

“Each household will be filled with rice and flour!”

“We will definitely have meat to eat during festivals!”

“The common people will no longer be oppressed!”

“When that time comes, everyone will be able to live a good life!”

Liu Chang’an had visited the capital, where he saw the towering monument of Wei Ao.

Over the past three years, the people’s heroes who sacrificed themselves in the People’s Liberation War and People’s Revolution would be remembered forever.

Over the past thirty years, the people’s heroes who sacrificed themselves in the People’s Liberation War and People’s Revolution would be remembered forever.

From 1840 onwards, the people’s heroes who sacrificed themselves in the struggle for national independence and people’s freedom would be remembered forever.

Even Liu Chang’an would rather live in a peaceful era, in this warm and quiet world, where life was full of vitality and joy, like a young girl.

He was not old, not dead, and not a saint. He couldn’t view the common people as grass or dogs. Liu Chang’an lived in the real world, willing to do something for this nation, this country, and he thought he was just a person who lived a little longer.

It seemed that from two thousand years ago, Liu Chang’an had been fighting wars, and during the numerous years of foreign invasion, the numerous blood-stained battles had been proclaiming a sentence: “The enemy may come, but I will also come!”

It was impossible to surrender!

Liu Chang’an might not have said it, but he did it, and he succeeded.

Living longer, he still felt that the history of human civilization had given his life more blood and warmth.

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He looked up at the sky, feeling that the city above was shrouded in an old atmosphere, awakening his dormant memories.

So Liu Chang’an bought a little hen again.

The little hen had white feathers, a shallow hen’s crown, and pinkish-red lips, soft and warm to the touch. Liu Chang’an remembered that apart from ducks, ancient scholars also loved to raise hens.

There were many entertainment activities now, and in the past, people were just bored, occasionally having abnormal hobbies, which were not unusual.

The little hen he bought was cheap, and he wouldn’t mind throwing it away, but he still stopped Zhou Dongdong from pulling the little hen with a rope, saying, “Let it rest before it dies.”

He took out a bottle from the car, and the centipede was dead. He lightly pinched it, feeling the muscles under its outer shell. Then, Liu Chang’an threw the little hen away.

One little hen a day was not a small number.

It was indeed miserable… Liu Chang’an didn’t feel sentimental, only looking at reality, not speaking about distant lives. In the past, even one hundred years ago, he had some savings.

Everything was external, leaving only the books and some things that his friends had given him, which held special memories.

During the years of war, he had considered his own plans and left some things, which were hard to keep, so he donated them… For him, these friends’ legacies were more important, and whether they belonged to him didn’t matter.

Not everyone saw everything as fleeting like he did, treating everything as dust. Those extraordinary people probably had a desire to leave a legacy, and Liu Chang’an would take care of their wishes, letting them leave a more notable mark on the river of time.

As for the wealth and assets that could be easily circulated, donating them to resist invasion during the national crisis was a matter of course. Some old friends had also taken a lot of silver coins from Liu Chang’an, and some had been taken to Taiwan.

Years ago, a tomb where he had hidden in the Han dynasty was dug up, filled with golden treasures. Liu Chang’an didn’t dare to claim ownership… Although he wanted the seal with his name on it.

“Little Liu, you always buy chickens to eat, you need to supplement your body after the exam,” Old Lady Liu said, walking over.

“This red dress you’re wearing is really lovely,” Liu Chang’an praised, taking the red string used to tie the little hen and making a flower decoration on Old Lady Liu’s hairpin, “Black and red, elegant and noble.”

“Really playful, I’m old, and you’re giving me a red flower,” Old Lady Liu removed the red string, patting Liu Chang’an’s shoulder, “Study hard, get into a good school, and I’ll give you a basket of eggs.”

Liu Chang’an happily agreed.

Tomorrow was a holiday, and Liu Chang’an was thinking about going to the second-hand bookstore to find some books when he received Ann Wan’s call.

After school, Ann Wan stayed behind to practice volleyball, and Ma Benwei snuck into the school, livestreaming Ann Wan and the attached middle school girls’ volleyball team’s daily training. In the end, no one paid attention to him, and the school’s physical education teacher discovered him and chased him out of the school.

Ma Benwei’s car was parked outside the school, livestreaming while waiting for Ann Wan. The livestream’s theme was how to ask out the attached middle school’s internet-famous volleyball beauty, causing a stir in the livestream room. Compared to using ride-hailing software to “encounter” a random woman on the street, Ann Wan’s physique, appearance, and fame made people more expectant and challenging. Even some students from the attached middle school were cheering her on in the livestream room.

After Ann Wan left school, she didn’t respond to Ma Benwei’s advances, directly taking a taxi back home. She didn’t know that Ma Benwei had followed her to her neighborhood, continuously sending her messages to meet up… Ann Wan didn’t hide her phone number when taking the taxi, and she didn’t think much of it, as she rarely used ride-hailing, and the probability of encountering such a situation was low.

“I’ll come over,” Liu Chang’an said.

“No need… I’m just annoyed, and I’m telling you, don’t come, or you’ll fight again! I won’t let you fight.”

Ma Benwei was different from Chen Changxiu, as Chen Changxiu was a student, and the school would handle fights within the school, not affecting the upcoming exam. However, Ma Benwei, as an outsider, was harder to control. Ann Wan still wanted Liu Chang’an to understand, thinking about his reaction.

“It’s all because I didn’t walk you home.”

“Hmph, you know, so I won’t let you come. This time I forgive you, but if you come again, I’ll be angry, really angry!”

“Okay.”

“Don’t pretend to agree! I’ve already blocked his phone number. He can’t keep waiting, and we have the exam soon, only a few days left.”

“Then I’ll send you home after school.”

“Hehe, that’s still far away. Have you eaten?”

“Not yet.”

“Then go eat, and I’ll take a shower.”

Liu Chang’an cooked some rice, adding potatoes and sweet potatoes, filling the air with a fragrance. He ate a bowl of rice, washed the dishes, and then took out his phone, searching for several livestreaming platforms’ APPs to find Ma Benwei’s livestream room.

Ma Benwei’s popularity was high, and his livestream had many viewers. Liu Chang’an didn’t usually watch livestreams or care about the hosts.

Loneliness was a common state in life, for anyone, including Liu Chang’an. For most people, loneliness was a difficult emotion to bear, but for Liu Chang’an, the lonely moments in life were just a quiet time for his soul.

He silently watched Ma Benwei’s livestream, walking towards the Xiangnan University Orange Garden.

His footsteps were faster than usual today.

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