I’m really immortal Chapter 72

Liu Chang’an originally thought that Qin Peng’s words “Take another close look at her” were because Qin Peng thought Liu Chang’an had already forgotten Ye Siyin’s appearance.

Now, thinking about it again, was it possible that Qin Peng thought Qin Yanan had some special place on her body that Liu Chang’an hadn’t discovered? Besides being extremely similar to Ye Siyin, with a bigger chest, what other special place could she have? At most, she could be considered a beauty that’s hard to come by in a thousand years.

At this time, looking at his own drawing, Bai Du thought that it was Qin Yanan, and he himself was also dazed, which made Liu Chang’an wonder if Qin Yanan was actually Ye Siyin… Ye Siyin hadn’t died, but had lost her memory, so Qin Peng sent her to Liu Chang’an’s side. After all, he was already old and frail, and needed someone to take care of this special Ye Siyin, and only Liu Chang’an was the most suitable person.

Thinking about it this way, it seemed quite reasonable, but in reality, it was impossible to explain, because Qin Yanan and Ye Siyin weren’t exactly the same. Otherwise, when he first saw Qin Yanan, he would have felt completely different, and it was even more obvious that Qin Yanan’s bust was bigger than Ye Siyin’s. You couldn’t say that Ye Siyin hadn’t died and then went through a second growth spurt.

Moreover, Qin Yanan wasn’t like Liu Chang’an, who had no one to witness his childhood and suddenly became a young man going to middle school.

Qin Yanan and Zhu Juntang had known each other for a long time, and Qin Yanan was like a healthy and blooming flower, growing up with a lively and lovely childhood, a naive and happy period of youth, a beautiful and radiant girlhood, until now, when she was a young woman close to maturity and suitable for bearing the next generation of flower-like women.

So how could Qin Yanan be Ye Siyin?

Or was it a matter of reincarnation? Liu Chang’an himself hadn’t died, so how could he know what the world was like after death? Having lived for so many years, he had seen many strange and supernatural things, such as the legend of someone dying and coming back to life from their coffin, or a child calling out to their father, “You’re my dad!” But Liu Chang’an hadn’t personally seen the likes of ox-headed men or judges in the underworld, not to mention the gods in the heavenly realm.

If there really was reincarnation, the possibility of Qin Yanan being Ye Siyin’s reincarnation was quite high, but if there was reincarnation, then Qin Peng would have naturally cut off ties with his past life, and couldn’t still consider Qin Yanan as Ye Siyin… In Liu Chang’an’s view, a person’s existence was their own, and couldn’t be separated from their memories.

Moreover, how did Qin Peng know that Qin Yanan was Ye Siyin’s reincarnation? Was it just because of their similar appearance? Or was it through a dream?

Liu Chang’an closed his book, started to meditate with his eyes closed, and suddenly a small chalk piece flew over, which Liu Chang’an dodged with a twist of his body. Then, he calmly opened his book and looked intently at the blackboard.

“Have you been nodding off in my class again, Liu Chang’an?” the math teacher asked in annoyance.

“I’m sorry, I forgot again,” Liu Chang’an apologized sincerely.

The classroom erupted in laughter, and the math teacher patted the lectern, continuing the lesson.

At noon, Liu Chang’an still had a lunch date with Ann Wan, which made Bai Du feel that he wouldn’t be making lunch dates with Liu Chang’an anymore. A girl’s pride was understandable, but it was also impossible.

Liu Chang’an and Ann Wan had always been circling around their school, eating at every small restaurant and cafeteria nearby. Today, they ate yellow-braised pig trotters.

After finishing lunch, the two of them strolled around the nearby pedestrian street, walking to the third floor, where they saw a couple embracing and kissing passionately.

Ann Wan took a glance and quickly sped up her pace, walked a few steps, and then turned back to see Liu Chang’an still standing there, so she ran back and pulled Liu Chang’an away.

“What are you staring at them for? Don’t you feel embarrassed if you get discovered?” Ann Wan said with a flowing gaze, feeling a bit embarrassed. This feeling was probably similar to watching a passionate scene in a novel or movie, feeling embarrassed and wanting to skip to the next page or fast-forward.

“It’s just a gentle touch of the lips, a minute biological reaction, an exchange of saliva containing cells from the oral cavity, enzymes, and food residue, and the tongue has delicate taste buds, like two brushes gently stroking each other,” Liu Chang’an said with a sigh.

“Stop spouting nonsense, it’s disgusting!” Ann Wan walked behind Liu Chang’an, poking him with her small fist to hurry him up.

“In the past hundred years or so, scientific development has changed people’s long-held views on the macro and micro worlds,” Liu Chang’an laughed. “In the past, if poetry described such a scene, it would be considered erotic and decadent, and Ouyang Xiu was a master of it…”

“I like Zhu Shuzhen’s ‘Jiayetian’, which describes a girl and boy holding hands, strolling along the riverbank lined with lotus flowers, not wanting to part ways, but suddenly encountering a light drizzle, and their clothes getting wet, so they had to find a place to take shelter…” Ann Wan said wistfully, most girls being sentimental and romantic.

“Do you want to try this kind of childish feeling?” Liu Chang’an asked.

“Ah?” Ann Wan looked at him with some expectation, her face flushing pink.

“Come, come to my arms,” Liu Chang’an opened his arms.

Ann Wan’s eyes wandered, feeling a bit panicked, and Liu Chang’an’s smile was similar to the boy in Zhu Shuzhen’s poem, full of anticipation and fondness. But was he just joking?

“Ah!”

Ann Wan was pushed from behind and stumbled into Liu Chang’an’s arms, her body leaning forward, her face almost touching Liu Chang’an’s, feeling a sudden rush of heat, as if an electric current had passed through her. Ann Wan’s body was on fire, her knees softened, and she quickly pushed Liu Chang’an away, her face flushing bright red, and turned around to see a small tricycle had come out from the corner.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” the tricycle rider apologized profusely.

Although Ann Wan’s lower back was aching slightly, she still waved her hand and said, “It’s nothing, it’s nothing.”

“It’s all your fault!” When the rider left, Ann Wan directly blamed Liu Chang’an for the mistake.

“It’s my fault, I was staring at you, and I should have been able to react in time to push you away,” Liu Chang’an said, pulling Ann Wan to sit down. “Did you hurt your lower back?”

“A bit, but it’s nothing.”

“Let me take a look.”

“No way!” Ann Wan blushed, wearing a black athletic shorts and a white summer uniform short-sleeved shirt with a white undershirt inside, and she didn’t want to lift up her clothes to show him.

Liu Chang’an’s hands rubbed together, and then he pressed them against Ann Wan’s lower back through her clothes.

“Ah…”

A short and unexpected groan stopped abruptly, and Ann Wan hummed a couple of times, feeling a strange and comfortable sensation that made her nose twitch.

“How did your hand become so hot?” Ann Wan’s ears seemed to have been burned by Liu Chang’an’s hand, and her neck was also red.

“Friction generates heat, and the blood flow in the hand increases, so the heat lasts longer,” Liu Chang’an explained. “It’ll be okay in a bit, don’t worry.”

Ann Wan calmed down, looking at Liu Chang’an, who was squatting beside her. Although they had a lot of physical contact in their daily lives, it wasn’t too excessive, and they had already gotten used to many touches. However, after seeing that couple kissing, Ann Wan suddenly felt a sense of longing, maybe she didn’t need to pursue it too strongly, and maybe one day, that scene would naturally replace itself with her own and some carefree person’s.

Thinking about this, Ann Wan’s hands on her thighs clenched into fists, and she lightly patted Liu Chang’an’s shoulder, understanding the feelings of Zhu Shuzhen when he wrote “Clear and Joyful”, originally, there were some scenes that were hard to resist the urge to snuggle into someone’s arms.

“Sit up,” Ann Wan suddenly commanded Liu Chang’an.

“What about…”

“No nonsense!” Ann Wan hurriedly said, afraid that Liu Chang’an would start rambling on and making her lose her courage.

Liu Chang’an could only sit down beside Ann Wan, who bit her lip and leaned against Liu Chang’an’s shoulder, closed her eyes, and said, “My back hurts, this is more comfortable.”

Liu Chang’an put his arm around her shoulder.

Ann Wan didn’t move, her heart racing, and she leaned her face against Liu Chang’an’s shoulder, making soft and gentle sounds, looking up at him quickly, their eyes meeting, and then she quickly looked away.

Unfortunately, Liu Chang’an didn’t make any extra movements, he just quietly held Ann Wan, and the two of them sat on the long chair on the third floor of the pedestrian street for a very long time.

Ann Wan’s body was soft and fragrant, and Liu Chang’an took a deep breath. The stories in “A Thousand Reasons for Being Late in High School” were really wonderful.

In the afternoon, the two of them were late again, because when they arrived at school, the sun was already high in the sky, and the mountains were bathed in a warm red glow.

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