Dreaming Back to the Qian Dynasty

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Throughout history, countless emperors have been known for their romantic escapades, but few have been

both both qualities—a dashing and debonair figure who diligently governed, cared for his people, and created a prosperous and flourishing era.

His life was legendary, a tapestry of love and hate, filled with pain, humiliation, helplessness, and bitterness.

But above all, he embodied a magnanimous spirit that sustained a prosperous reign, and tender, lingering affections for his loved ones. He reformed the bureaucracy, vigorously promoting innovation; he was adept at recruiting talented individuals and encouraging upright officials; he was a brilliant writer, renowned

for his scholarship; he waged campaigns in the south and north, bringing peace and order to the land; his civil and military achievements were unparalleled. 　　As a poet, he composed over 10,000 poems, making him the most prolific poet in history; as a general, he strategized, conquering Jinchuan, pacifying Xinjiang, leading expeditions to Burma, and traversing Taiwan, earning the submission and tribute of countless nations. 　　At the age of 81, looking down upon the world, he witnessed its prosperity and its people, all praising his achievements. 　　Now, let's transcend the limitations of time and enjoy the splendor and wealth ... 　　　　　　　　　　　　　　I. A Sudden Change 　　"Ding ding..." A piercing sound rang out, showing no sign of stopping. I slowly woke up from my hazy sleep, but still didn't want to get out of bed. 　　Ugh! It's all because I masturbated until late last night; my big cock was as red as freshly forged iron, as hard as freshly cast iron. Although I know it's wrong for me to start masturbating at only 14, especially since I live in socialism and grew up under the red flag, I should have lofty ideals, for the happiness of the people... I don't want to talk about it anymore. 　　All of that is too far removed from me; right now, all I want to do is fuck Wenwen, the prettiest girl in my class, and thrust into her alluring little hole... 　　"Get up! You'll be late soon!!" My mother's voice came from the doorway, and I reluctantly got up . 　　Shaking my head, I finished my meal, slung my schoolbag over my shoulder, and headed to school. To be honest, I don't like studying, but I love being at school. Why? Because there are so many lovely girls! 　　My deskmate, Xiaoxue, is quite slender, probably not fully developed yet! But she has an exceptionally beautiful face, with a pair of big, watery eyes that I never tire of looking at. 　　Especially her skin, which is incredibly smooth; sometimes I'll deliberately touch it—wow! It feels amazing! 　　She seems to be a very innocent girl, usually quiet and reserved. Even if I occasionally touch her legs inappropriately , or gently stroke her back, she won't protest, just look at me with her bright, watery eyes. 　　In contrast, there's the girl in front of me, Wang Meng. She's never still for a moment. She's either fiddling with the straps of her suspenders or turning around to stare at me, then quickly making a face. 　　Wang Meng loves to dress up, often wearing very revealing clothes, sometimes so revealing that her entire back is clearly visible. Her clothes are also very transparent, and I often stare at her barely visible bra straps, imagining tearing her bra off, revealing a pair of round, white breasts with pink nipples… I can't imagine how amazing that would be! 　　Wang Meng seems to like me quite a bit. Her grades aren't as good as mine, so she often comes to ask me questions. I'll answer her seriously , but my hand will casually touch her elbow, arm… and my leg will drape over her thigh, rubbing against her. 　　Sometimes, just when I'm enjoying this, she'll suddenly slap me down, letting me know that's not allowed, so I'll move on to the next spot… 　　There are many girls in our class, but only a few are truly good. Around me are Xiaoxue , Wang Meng, and the class monitor—Zhang Jie. Zhang Jie looks quite serious, always with a stern face. Every time she calls my name : "Li Shiyao! Bring your homework up here," 　　I'll glare at her, but reluctantly hand her my notebook, and then, when she reaches for it, I'll give her a good pat. After a while, she got used to it. Of course, she was unhappy that I took advantage of her, so sometimes she would complain about me to Wenwen, the class beauty. But she was also clever; she knew I wasn't someone to mess with, so she would only say hurtful things about me, like, "Li Shiyao was late again today!" or "Li Shiyao copied XX 's homework," and so on. 　　I didn't care! I still touched her without hesitation. Don't let Zhang Jie's cold demeanor fool you; I heard she's a famous "cold beauty" in the grade, and one boy even sent her flowers and wrote her love letters. But why would she care about someone with pimples, a stammering voice, and incredibly long hair? 　　From her special "care" for me, I could sense that she both loved and hated me. I never avoid or pursue women like that; once I have them, it's my choice ! 　　What truly captivated me was Wenwen, the class beauty. She had a beautiful face, with long, curved eyebrows that framed mesmerizing eyes—the face of a classic Japanese beauty! What's even more captivating is her figure—slender yet voluptuous , with skin as smooth and delicate as a clay sculpture. 　　Her breasts, just fully developed, reveal a beautiful curve beneath her tight clothes, making one want to reach out and touch them. Tall and with long, beautiful legs, she truly deserves to be our class beauty. Even better , she's very gentle, speaks softly, and is always very tactful. Unlike Wang Meng, who bombards you with questions, or Xiao Xue, who remains silent for hours, 　　she pays close attention to your expressions while you speak, listening quietly and giving the impression of being very understanding. Time never seems to fly by when I'm with her; we always have endless topics to discuss. 　　She trusts me completely, telling me everything, even about her first period, which she told me the very next day. I also share some of my secrets with her. When she heard that it was my doing that our homeroom teacher's handbag suddenly disappeared and was found five days later at a male teacher's house, she couldn't help but burst out laughing. 　　Her smile was incredibly beautiful. I often wondered if such a beautiful princess only existed in fairy tales, and whether I was her prince... To be honest, I felt I was starting to like her. 　　Days passed, and my grades remained the best in the entire grade. Every time I crossed the finish line, I would still touch that red line. The girls I liked still surrounded me, and I still couldn't get enough of her late-night...

As I fell asleep, I was always immersed in fantasies about their bodies.

Perhaps actually having sex with them wouldn't be

as satisfying . Until that day, I lost my virginity…

It was a rainy night, and the whole class was still having evening self-study. The rain grew heavier and heavier, finally turning into a dense fog when

we were dismissed. Those with umbrellas rushed into the rain,

and those without followed suit. Even though they were moving so fast, I couldn't understand it. No matter how fast you walk,

it's still raining heavily ahead, isn't it? So I sat calmly, reading my novel—"Emperor Qianlong's Journey to

the South ."

As I read, I became increasingly envious of that old man, Emperor Qianlong: three thousand beauties, a full harem, and he

could .

And that wasn't enough; he also made six trips to the south, having sex with beauties all over the land. What a blessed man! If only I could be

like …

“Hey? Li Shiyao, aren’t you leaving yet?” A sweet voice came from beside me. I lazily looked up

. Ah? Everyone’s gone? Only Zhang Jie was standing in front of me, shivering from the cold.

“You’re still here, aren’t you?” I said irritably. Zhang Jie is so young, but she’s already so

talkative and mature . Of course I’m not leaving. If I left, would you even see me? Asking is pointless!

“Oh! Then why aren’t you leaving? It’s late.” Zhang Jie’s face was pale. I didn’t know if it was from the cold or

my tone of voice that disappointed her.

“Yeah. I’ll leave when the rain stops. What about you?” I said, looking at her. She was dressed rather lightly today. It seemed

to be a new dress, a white dress that accentuated her figure perfectly.

Perhaps she’s still quite young and doesn’t know how to coordinate her clothes. She shouldn’t

be wearing a red bra with a white top. Now, facing me, her bright red bra was faintly visible. I stared at her intently

.

After a while, she finally noticed the flirtatious look in my eyes, so she immediately turned away, saying,

"I'm leaving now! You can have fun!" and left without looking back.

I didn't bother with her and turned back to my Qianlong. Before I could finish reading, I suddenly heard hurried

footsteps outside, and I quickly looked up.

"Ah? Why are you back?" I couldn't help but laugh when I saw Zhang Jie's disheveled appearance, but before

I could laugh, Zhang Jie interrupted me: "What are you still looking at? Aren't you going to help me?"

It turned out that the rain outside hadn't stopped and was getting heavier. Zhang Jie had gotten

soaked and had to come back. Now, her white clothes were particularly transparent because of the water,

clinging tightly to her bra, and the skirt below clung to her thighs, revealing her smooth thighs clearly.

Her belly was bulging, and the clothes clung to it, making it look even smoother. At that moment, she didn't look like a

student , but more like a waitress in a cheap bar, dressed in incredibly revealing and sexy clothes in front of me. I felt a surge of desire

.

She stood anxiously for a while, and seeing that I hadn't made a move, she stormed in, grumbling, and said to me,

"What are you looking at! Go outside and get some rain, you'll end up like me!" I grabbed her, pulling her clothes

out a little to let her air out, and said, "That's why I'm not as stupid as you! Now you know why I'm not leaving

, haha!"

She glared at me at first, but seeing me helping her hang her clothes out to dry, she seemed pleased and became less

aggressive. I kept pulling at her clothes, occasionally brushing against her body. She seemed very sensitive; every time I touched her, she

would pull back.

I was a little skeptical; what couldn't I handle with a little girl like her? So I pressed my body even

closer to , my penis pressed tightly against her waist, making her face gradually turn red. I continued deeper,

my left hand stroking her waist, while my right hand explored her back, probing her bra strap.

She felt uncomfortable being attacked from both sides, but my gentle touch made her feel comfortable.

After a while, I wasn't satisfied with just touching insignificant areas, so I moved to her front and started

moving my hand upwards, towards her breasts. Seeing that she didn't resist much, I boldly pulled her clothes down.

She then came to her senses and immediately covered her chest with an innocent expression. I felt a little reluctant, but

I continued to take off her clothes, finally revealing a bright red bra. I got a little hard. So I

quickened my pace, pulling her dress all the way down, exposing her thighs and panties, and I quickly reached out to touch them.

She was shy, lowering her head and rubbing against my chest, her beautiful black hair falling down, almost touching

my penis. Because my penis was swelling at an extremely fast speed. I helped her to a chair, and then

unceremoniously took off her bra.

Wow! What came into my view were two small, freshly cooked buns, emitting a steaming aroma. The pink

nipples were tiny, not yet fully erect. Her breasts weren't fully developed, small

but incredibly cute, smooth, delicate, and as gentle as jade.

I gently touched them, then squeezed them harder; she let out a soft "oh," incredibly alluring. I

noticed that she seemed like a different person after taking off her clothes, much gentler.

I continued my advances. Next, it was time to remove her underwear. Unexpectedly, the previous movements went extremely

smoothly; she didn't resist much. I assumed she would let me take off her underwear, so I

started pulling it off quite forcefully. But before I was even halfway done, she started to wriggle and reached out to stop me.

I quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

She didn't answer, but her face was flushed. After a while, she whispered, "Do you think I'm easy to bully

?"

I quickly said, "No! I...I really...like you..."

Before I could finish, she reached out and grabbed my hand. "Really?"

"Really! I...I swear."

"No, no need..." Her face turned even redder, and her body stopped twisting and turning like before.

I knew she believed me, because she probably always liked me, so I touched

her genitals.

She started to feel uneasy, moaning "Mmm...Mmm..." I didn't really know any

techniques , I just imitated the men in porn movies, repeatedly stroking her genitals up and down. Her breathing gradually became rapid...

I could hear her trying hard not to make a sound, since we were in the classroom after all!

After touching her for a while, I figured the time was right, so I slowly pulled down her panties.

Wow! To my surprise, she had quite a bit of pubic hair, and it wasn't very neat, just a bit messy

. I knew it was probably messed up when I was touching her, so I didn't mind too much.

She sat down in the chair, so I had to squat down and touch her most sensitive areas. She became more and more nervous,

moaning and uttering dreamlike murmurs.

My penis grew harder and harder, as if it was about to burst out of my pants. So I stopped touching it, stood up

abruptly , and pulled my pants down. Zhang Jie looked up for a second, then quickly pulled her head

back down, not daring to look at my crotch again.

I laughed and said, "What are you afraid of! This is a man's treasure!"

She looked at me somewhat disbelievingly, but still wouldn't look at my penis. I was a little annoyed, so I held my erect

penis to her mouth and said, "You don't believe me? Then try it!"

She still didn't dare to look, but after I said that, she didn't know what to do. My erect penis was quite

uncomfortable , so I pressed her head down and said, "Come on! It's really delicious!"

Seeing my firm attitude, she didn't dare to say anything more and closed her eyes, taking a

little bit . I felt the cool tip of my penis, which felt very comfortable. So I said, "How is it? Isn't it

delicious?"

With my penis in her mouth, she couldn't say anything even if she wanted to, and could only make "mmm, mmm..."

sounds in her throat.

I told her to take a little more in, and she thought that since she had already taken it in, a little more wouldn't matter, so she opened her mouth

wide and took the whole penis in. I felt incredibly good and started thrusting in and out of her mouth. Her mouth wasn't big to begin with,

and it was filled to the brim with my penis, making her look a little uncomfortable. I ignored her and continued to thrust hard,

feeling more and more pleasure...

Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore and wanted to ejaculate. But I didn't want my first time to end like this, so I picked

Zhang Jie up and put her on the desk. She looked at me nervously, unable to say a word.

I sensed her unease and asked, "What? Don't you want me to penetrate you?"

She shyly turned her head away, "No..."

"That's right!" I interrupted, not waiting for her reply, and forcefully spread her legs apart.

She was still very nervous, her legs trembling slightly. So I patted her thighs, and her nervousness

eased a bit. I seized the opportunity, lifted my penis, and "whoosh," I thrust it in...

"Ouch! That hurts!"

Hehe, it wasn't Zhang Jie who said that, it was me.

It turned out that since it was my first time, and her vagina was small, I naturally went astray. So I regrouped, felt for

the location of her vagina, and then thrust in.

Oh, so tight! I felt my penis enter a very narrow hole, not very wet, so

it felt very tight. I slowly withdrew, and then thrust in again.

In my imagination, there should have been a thick membrane blocking my way; but when I thrust in so

forcefully , I only felt a slight resistance, and then easily broke through. My penis

plunged deep into Zhang Jie's vagina, making her cry out repeatedly, "Oh...no...ah...it hurts..."

I didn't care about that, I just kept going. Because her vagina was so tight and dry, the more my penis

rubbed against her, the more excited I became. I had only been thrusting for less than two minutes when I felt extremely

aroused , and her constant moans of "ah...ah..." made my brain feel extremely pleasurable.

Finally, I thrust faster and faster, and she was frightened by my frenzied thrusting, only able to hold my hand tightly.

In a moment of extreme orgasm, I ejaculated, pressing my penis deep into her clitoris, finally

releasing .

Suddenly, the bell rang outside the classroom. It turned out that it had been a full hour since school ended

.

( 　　II )

********** ...　　　　 ********** ...　　　　　　　　　　I asked again, "Xiaoxue! What's wrong?" 　　She seemed to just wake from a dream, looking around before realizing I was the one asking her. " Nothing ! Nothing..." Xiaoxue looked completely lost. 　　I became even more suspicious: "What happened? Just tell me what's wrong, I'll help you!" 　　Seeing her tearful face, I felt truly sorry for her. Xiaoxue is a very well-behaved girl, usually very quiet. Someone with her personality would never cause trouble, so someone must be bullying her. Thinking of this, I...

I couldn't help but get angry: "Did someone take advantage of you? Tell me, and I'll skin them alive!"

Hearing me say such a fierce thing, Xiaoxue looked up at me seriously. Although I said those words, and

I've always been active and learned a little bit of martial arts, it was all just for show. It might look intimidating

, but in a real fight, I'd be the one who got hurt. Besides, I'm focused on my studies and

don't usually mess with thugs, so I wouldn't have any good help if I needed to fight.

But I'd already said it, and there was no going back. Besides, I thought, who would really bully such a well-behaved

girl ? So I continued to boast: "Ha, if I knew someone dared to bully

you, I wouldn't need to call my brothers; I could beat them all down by myself!"

Xiaoxue's face finally started to regain its color, a little blush appearing. Her face had been terrifyingly pale just moments before.

Xiaoxue glanced at me again, as if she had made up her mind, and resolutely said, "Li Shiyao! Aren't we

friends ?"

I thought to myself, "No! It would be best if she were my wife..." But of course I wouldn't say it aloud; I could only

say that to the fiery Wang Meng. "No! -- Yeah, right! Of course we're good friends!" I teased her. She pouted

, looked at me again, and then began to tell her story.

It turned out that her home wasn't far from school; it was just a few alleys away. The night before last,

after , she and Wenwen, the prettiest girl in our class, walked home together. Wenwen's home was farther away than hers, and Wenwen

was even prettier. Logically, if someone wanted to do something, they should have targeted Wenwen. And indeed,

that's exactly what happened that day.

The man had been lying in wait by the roadside since early morning. He had secretly watched this spot before, knowing it was Wenwen

's daily route home. That day, he finally decided to make his move and prepared his tools. But what no one expected was that

as soon as Xiaoxue and Wenwen stepped out of the school gate that day, they saw Wenwen's mother! Wenwen happily rushed over

and took her mother's hand; her mother had come to pick her up. Xiaoxue, of course, was too embarrassed to follow them,

so she had to go home alone.

Meanwhile, the man who had designs on Wenwen was eagerly waiting for her arrival. Less than 20 minutes

later, he saw Wenwen walking towards them with a girl. He had previously lurked there, secretly

observing , and knew that Wenwen always walked home with a similarly pretty girl. He was filled with smug

satisfaction: "Haha! I'm finally going to succeed!" But when Wenwen and her mother approached, he was dumbfounded: "Huh?

Someone's picking her up?"

The man, who had been extremely excited, was now utterly dejected, only able to lament his bad luck. Just as he was packing up

to leave, Xiaoxue arrived with her schoolbag. He had always thought Xiaoxue was pretty, but because

of Wenwen, he hadn't paid much attention. Now, under the dim streetlights, he could see Xiaoxue

's tall figure, long legs, slightly upturned breasts, and cute red lips, and he couldn't help but

feel aroused . He thought, "They're all girls, and so obedient. It would be a waste not to do it!" So he

pounced on Xiaoxue.

Xiaoxue was lost in thought, so when she saw a dark figure rushing towards her, before she could even

scream , everything went black, and she knew nothing more. When she woke up, ah!

What a scene! She was completely naked, her newly developed breasts hanging limply, her pink

nipples still hard. A patch of white liquid, emitting a foul, fishy smell, clung to her snow-white abdomen.

She continued looking down and was stunned: there was a patch of bright red blood on the white sheet!

And the blood was still flowing, and the source of the blood was her most mysterious little hole! Xiaoxue felt dizzy;

only then did she feel a painful, slightly itchy sensation coming from her genitals.

Xiaoxue, of course, knew what had happened. But when she looked up at the despicable murderer, she found that

not only had he vanished without a trace, but the murder weapon had also disappeared. Only a pool of white liquid remained on her lower abdomen, as if

telling the story of the murderer's pleasure when he penetrated her virgin vagina, and the blissful ecstasy of ejaculation...

"Where are you?" I was stunned for a long time after hearing what had happened. After all,

Xiaoxue was a very good girl, and the thought of that man penetrating her vagina and thrusting into her violently made my

heart ache. After a while, I began to try to find some clues.

"I don't know! It was a very dark little room!" Xiaoxue's voice was very soft, as if she couldn't bear to imagine what had happened

that night . That was where she lost her virginity.

"Come on! Take me to see!" I stood up. I thought that man should be nearby.

"No! I... I'm afraid..." Xiaoxue hesitated.

"Don't be afraid! I'm here! He wouldn't dare do anything!" I insisted, "Besides, we don't even know if that man is still around

!" I thought to myself.

"I...I'm so scared..." Xiaoxue stammered. She couldn't face reality. And usually, reality is

cruel; if you don't face it, you'll only be abandoned, ultimately destroyed.

I had no choice. But my friends all say I'm a cunning guy, and I certainly couldn't tarnish that reputation

. So, I "frowned, and an idea came to me"—actually, there was no need to frown; after blinking,

I had already decided: to venture into the tiger's den alone! Haha. Although this tiger's den was just a dark, small room,

and no tiger would jump out.

After finding out where the room was, I set off immediately. Usually, I don't need to prepare when I go to fight,

at most I'll take a rope or something. This is because my opponents are usually my age; they don't have

AK47s, not even knives. They won't be prepared either. So I went empty-handed. But if I

knew what I would encounter, I would rather call a riot squad, then put on a bulletproof vest, and bring

military binoculars.

Strange. Bringing weapons is one thing, for self-defense; but why bring binoculars to a fight? Haha,

it turns out that as soon as I approached the small house, I immediately surveyed the terrain and discovered it was a solitary hut, with the nearest

houses about 120 meters away. You can easily find

houses .

I slowly approached, and suddenly realized the house was occupied! Although the door was tightly closed,

and there were no shoes or anything like that at the door, I noticed two red...

A cigarette butt! The cigarette butt was white, of course, but because it was burning, it was a little red! I immediately realized

it couldn't have been thrown out by someone inside; it must have been thrown away and then put back in! Or perhaps

it was thrown out from inside before the door was closed!

You might be wondering: why couldn't it have been someone inside? Well, that's certainly possible.

But even though I'm only 14, I'm exceptionally cautious. I never think of the best-case scenario;

I always prepare for the worst! Because you've already considered the worst outcome, the situation

can't exceed your expectations, giving you ample room to handle unexpected events and ensuring you're completely

invincible. As the saying goes, "Put yourself in a desperate situation, and you will survive."

Sun Tzu's Art of War says you can't be placed in a desperate situation, but that's only because he hadn't studied philosophy and didn't understand that nothing is

absolute . There's no absolute impossibility, nor absolute correctness. True knowledge comes from practice. I often use this reverse thinking during exams

. A question might seem correct from any angle, but if you fill in "t,"

you'll only get "x." However, if you fill in "f," your chances of success are much higher. The exam hall is like

a battlefield .

So I carefully circled around and quietly approached the door. Before I even looked in, I already knew

what was happening inside! There really was a big battle going on! And it seemed to be quite a large-scale battle. I could hear at least

three people's voices. They were clearly exhausted, but they still hadn't let up, continuing to whip and hit relentlessly…

Hearing this sound, I was also infected by their energy and hurriedly went to the window to look—wow! What a battlefield!

A woman was completely naked, moaning incessantly, "Ah...so...so good...harder...

thrust...ah...no...stop...ah...so good...it's killing me..."

Even these lewd cries couldn't shut her up, so a thick, black penis was thrust in front of her.

She licked and sucked it, making the massive rod long and hard, as if it could pierce her mouth

. The woman was so excited because a male penis was thrusting upwards beneath her

, occasionally revealing a glimpse of white fluid where black hair intertwined—a truly lewd sight.

The entire scene was filled with the atmosphere of spring; the man was thrusting and pounding, while the woman moaned and cried out

incessantly . Even I, peeking through the window, couldn't help but feel aroused, and my penis immediately rose to greet them.

The battle inside was at a crucial juncture. The woman was single-handedly holding off two enemies, seemingly with ease,

licking their large penises one moment and forcefully sitting on them the next. The two men seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves,

taking turns penetrating her vagina until it was wide open, yet they continued their relentless thrusting.

I'd often watched adult films and seen threesomes before, but this was my first time

witnessing a real gunfight, so I watched with even greater focus. Suddenly, a furious roar came from behind: "Which bastard

dares to peek!"

Before he could finish speaking, I quickly turned around and tried to run away. But the person who shouted was right behind me; I was caught red-handed as soon as I

turned . I quickly gestured for him to be quiet, but it turned out they were in cahoots

. Without a word, he dragged me inside. The door had been ajar; the man had probably just gone out and, upon returning and seeing

me peeking, assumed I was a thief and pulled me in.

The three men and women were surprised to see him bring in a student-looking boy, but what surprised me even more

was that they only paused briefly before continuing their activities without even putting on their clothes.

"Ah... um... brother... your... big... cock... so... so... so hard... oh...

it's... hitting... my... little hole... so... so... ah... comfortable... ah..."

The woman seemed to be deliberately performing, moaning even louder than before.

The man who had brought me in was clearly also interested in the woman, but he was obviously very

shrewd . He watched for a while, seemingly wanting to stop them, but not daring to say anything. After waiting a while, seeing that the three

were getting more and more into it, showing no sign of stopping, he finally couldn't resist.

He pulled a machete from a leather suitcase in the corner of the hut with a "whoosh." It was actually

similar to a watermelon knife, just with a different purpose. A watermelon knife is used to chop watermelons, while a machete is used to chop people. But

now he neither used it to chop watermelons nor to chop people; instead, he forcefully chopped at the battlefield of their battle—

a tattered bed.

The three men on the bed were startled. Ever since he pulled out the knife, I'd been on guard, ready to deal with any

flying knives. But I hadn't expected him to just use it to remind them: it was time to end the fight. Sure enough, the knife was

powerful ; before he could even speak, the three men had already sheathed their weapons and started dressing.

The man who grabbed me was a burly man, a full head taller than me, his muscles bulging,

quite imposing. The burly man spoke, and when he did, it was a bombshell: "Hurry up! I saw a lot of plainclothes officers

outside , and I grabbed one!"

Ah… I was extremely confused. Did I look like a plainclothes officer? More like a plainclothes student. Judging from the

situation , he probably wouldn't listen to my explanation, so it seemed I'd have to…

Just then, the screech of a car brakes came from outside. The burly man rushed to the window, and

his face happening: "I told you to hurry up! There are police cars outside!"

I thought: I'm done for. Now the police are outside, and my situation is even worse. Because the people inside thought I

was a policeman, and the police outside thought I was a bandit, I was caught in the middle, pleasing neither side. But

since I was on the bandit's side, the best course of action was to adapt and observe how things unfolded.

Soon, three men were armed: one with a knife, another with a dagger. These two were manageable, but

the burly man, perhaps panicking, pulled a handgun from a box and pointed it at the police car outside.

I was terrified. Normal resistance to arrest was one thing, but assaulting a policeman was a much more serious offense. So I quickly

shouted to the burly man, "Don't shoot..."

But it was too late. The burly man had already reached the window and fired

a shot at one of the policemen who had just gotten out of the car. The policeman, never expecting the enemy to fire before he could even shout, was shot in the chest

, looked back in confusion, and then collapsed.

What followed was horrific. The police quickly surrounded us, and soon, one black

police car after another arrived. Those were riot control vehicles used to deal with terrorists.

One by one, policemen jumped out of the car and opened fire on us without mercy. Luckily, they were using

handguns, and we had handguns too, so we weren't at a huge disadvantage. After a standoff, it was a 50/50 situation:

two people inside the house were shot, but not fatally; only one policeman outside was hit, but directly in the

head, and he was clearly not going to survive. Inside the house, there was me, the big guy, and that slutty woman who weren't shot, but we only had

one handgun, and we didn't have many bullets.

I couldn't wait any longer. I took off my clothes, took off my white undershirt, and waved it

as I ran out, shouting, "I surrender! I'm not a bad guy!"

This trick worked. The police temporarily stopped firing, waiting for me to run towards them. I knew I did

n't have much time. The nearest police car was about ten meters away, and with my acceleration and sprinting speed, it should only

take a little over four seconds. I didn't want anything to happen in those four seconds. So I ran as fast as I could.

However, the unexpected still happened.

Just as I ran out the door, a Toyota suddenly pulled up, braked sharply, and two plainclothes officers

jumped out . Seeing they were police, I was completely unprepared and didn't crouch down. Looking back, this was

a fatal mistake. At the time, I was only focused on running forward and didn't think carefully or observe

the situation .

It turned out the two plainclothes officers belonged to the local garrison; they naturally had submachine guns. The local

armed forces, hearing that criminals in the city had taken hostages (I was the hostage, of course!) and killed two policemen

(their marksmanship was incredibly accurate; both officers were shot in the head), immediately notified the two plainclothes officers to come as backup.

The two officers rushed over, and as soon as they got out of the car, they saw me running towards the police. Perhaps they were

panicked , or perhaps their military thinking was too advanced, they tried to cover my advance. So, they made a very

foolish move, enough to kill me!

They both raised their submachine guns and opened fire on the small house! Under such a barrage of fire, of course

no one could escape. The woman was shot more than ten times and died instantly! The burly man was also shot more than ten times,

all in vital areas, so he had no chance of survival either! However, at the moment the gun went off, I

was still extremely panicked because I knew I was facing great danger, so I tried to dodge, but

it was too late...

I heard three consecutive "bang! bang! bang!" shots behind me, and suddenly I felt my head go empty

, and then I knew nothing more...

(III)

The heavy snow fell from the sky. This snow covered the mountains and rivers with a layer of silver, and the wind stirred the snow

between , creating gusts of wind. This sudden blizzard seemed to be foreshadowing

the extraordinary fate of a generation of illustrious figures.

This heavy snow came strangely; it fell for the entire winter. From Fengtian in the east to Rehe in the north, from

Shandong and Henan to Shanxi and Gansu, everywhere was unusually cold. The snow fell in a peculiar way, sometimes as scattered

, fine snowflakes, sometimes as large, fluffy clumps blanketing the sky. Sometimes dotting the ground, sometimes

covering everything , it was a vast, white, shimmering, hazy, and indistinct expanse. Mountains, rivers, roads, and villages all

became a unified snowfield, a world of silver and white.

Occasionally, the sky would brighten, but the sun offered only a pale, weak glow, lacking its usual

brightness and warmth. As a result, the villagers all stayed indoors, huddled on their heated brick beds, unwilling

to venture out.

But in this freezing, snow-covered moment, a child of about ten years old

lay . The child was dressed very lightly, in a white undershirt and a red

jacket, standing out starkly in the snowy evening. Wait a minute? Why was the child wearing a "Li Ning"

brand sweatshirt? ...

Of course, that child is me. I'm currently lying on the ground, snowflakes falling thick and fast, almost

burying me. I quickly jumped up, shaking off the snow. Although it wasn't very cold, because I was only

dressed lightly and wasn't particularly healthy, moving around in this heavy snowfall was quite difficult.

Where am I? Why am I here? Wasn't I shot...? Countless questions flooded my mind.

Sigh, I'd better get out of here quickly.

I looked around, but all I saw was a vast expanse of white, as if the world consisted of only this one color. The power of

nature is truly immense. Amidst the whiteness, I could still see a tiny bit of yellow, just a tiny speck,

but enough for me to make out—it was a house. This house must be quite large! But I'm so far away,

so it looks very small. It's a very simple common sense principle: things appear smaller when they're far away and larger when they're near.

A small glimmer of hope, but it gave me hope for survival. If I don't move forward,

I'll definitely freeze to death here before tomorrow. I'm only 14 years old! I don't want to die so soon. So I desperately

headed towards the house.

As I walked, I wondered: How did I get here? This looks like the north! Didn't I live in

a southern city? Could I have somehow ended up in a northern countryside? Wow, look at this place, there

's no modern feel to it at all. Maybe this is some desolate old forest!

I carefully recalled my encounter with the three thugs and the shootout with the police. Oh! It dawned on me:

the two plainclothes officers shot the big man, who, in pain and feeling hopeless, fired at me.

I dodged, and his first shot missed, but he fired two more in quick succession. Then I felt the bullets and fell down.

I don't remember what happened after that. I was shot twice in the head, there's no way I'm not dead! So why am I still alive

and well, and without feeling any pain?

Thinking this, I immediately touched the back of my head. Ah! I was shocked! I felt two

thumb ! But… they were already healing… I felt extremely strange.

By this time, I had approached the house. It was a very ordinary building, in the Ming and Qing style,

clearly indicating that it had existed for a long time. I didn't find anything particularly strange about it; there was a

small town not far from our city where the streets were lined with Ming-style houses, even older than this one.

I reached the door and gently knocked. Then, I saw a very strange scene: why was this door...

How new! Logically, houses like this only existed decades ago, and the door should be very old and worn

. But when I knocked, it made a crisp "thump-thump" sound, whereas an old door would

make a "clattering" sound. Oh well, maybe the original door broke and the owner replaced it! There

was an answer from inside. It was a woman's voice. I was genuinely happy to hear someone there. But…

I clearly heard someone answer the door, and it was a loud woman's voice, but why couldn't I

understand ?

In modern times, with such advanced technology, the differences between people living in different places are getting smaller and smaller.

We can sit in a coastal city in Asia watching

a football match in a stadium in an inland city in South America, and we can also hear the cheers of natives on a lonely island in the Arctic Ocean. The earth is

getting smaller and smaller, like a village, with languages, customs, and cultures constantly merging and merging.

Even if she was speaking an Indianaese language, I should be able to tell what language it was.

But the voice I'm hearing now is clearly a very standard Mandarin from northern China, and even though she

lives in such a remote place, her pronunciation is very clear, so I can understand it perfectly. But I just don't

understand what she's saying.

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