In the same dark night, how many things happen at the same time? Good and bad, good and sin, who knows?

This world is composed of billions of people. In the same dark night, billions of people have their own choices. They either sleep at home, watch TV and movies with a remote control, attend charity parties, or go to nightclubs to have fun. There will definitely be no fewer people who kill and set fire!

This night, Zhao Yan was typing, Xiao Mengyue was reading, Lin Fusheng was contacting actors for his new movie, and behind the crew, Wang Xu posted 12 photos on his blog, Zhang Baoling, Mu Xing and others were forwarding the photo of Zhao Yan and Xiao Mengyue. In addition, of course, there are more things happening! Sure!

If we don't bother, if we are as omniscient as some foreigner, what happened all over the world in one night is enough for any of us to write for a lifetime.

Here are a few more screenshots!

Tell me a few people Zhao Yan is familiar with.

Xu Jianhao! What is Xu Jianhao doing?

He and Ma Biao, Tan/Zhiguo were coming out of the nightclub. The three of them had red faces and their feet were slightly flushed. They obviously drank a lot of wine. The three of them came out of the nightclub were holding a young girl with heavy makeup in their arms. As for whether they were beautiful? Who knows! It was late in December again. The three women not only wore heavy makeup, but also wore thick clothes. Maybe only by entering the hotel to strip away their clothes can they know how they were. Only after taking off their makeup can they know whether they were beautiful women. Baiduyixia Hey, Yan, brother can watch the chapter without any windows for free.

The three of them each hugged a young girl and walked towards Xu Jianhao's car crookedly. After a while, the three of them got into the car with the three young girls. Xu Jianhao also started the car and drove to a nearby hotel where they often went.

What will happen next can be imagined.

Zuo Xiaoxian, what is Zuo Xiaoxian doing at this time?

He was in the school library, holding a book of the Book of Songs in his hand, but his eyes were looking at a beautiful woman opposite the desk. He was trying to talk to the beautiful woman, but unfortunately, this beautiful woman was obviously a good student who likes to study. She had headphones stuffed in her ears. She didn't know whether she was listening to music or foreign languages, but she lowered her head and didn't look at Zuo Xiaoxian at all.

But Zuo Xiaoxian seemed to like her cold-hearted style. The more she ignored him, the more itchy he felt. He always felt that all the girls were beautiful and had good temperament, especially the most charming thing about learning!

He is a bit like Zhao Yan in this regard. His academic performance is not good, but his favorite is the kind of beautiful and loves to study.

Yang Lingfeng! What is Yang Lingfeng doing?

He was writing articles in the classroom, and Li Liya was not far from him. Li Liya seemed to be writing things too. It was obvious that he still did not give up on Li Liya.

During the process of writing, he would look up at Li Liya's back from time to time.

There were only six or seven people in the writing class on Saturday, and not all of them were from the 44th writing class. It was so free to attend evening self-study in college. No matter what major you are from which class you are from, theoretically you can go to which classroom you want, unless it is a class with heavy academic performance and a serious and strict counselor.

What is Changsun Xiaqiu doing?

Changsun Xiaqiu, a classmate of the independent special business, is also independent special business tonight. She was painting in the dormitory on an egg. She heard that there is a Western school that highly recommends painting eggs. It is said that if you can draw eggs well, you can draw everything in the world well.

As he was painting, he saw an egg about to be painted. Changsun Xiaqiu suddenly sighed, threw the paintbrush on the desk, looking out the dark window, opposite the boys' dormitory building, and a little further away was the building where Zhao Yan lived.

What is Emily doing?

It was Saturday tonight, and she had a date with the handsome Jack. She was dancing wildly with Jack in a hot bar, with blonde hair splashing and twisting her waist. Her eyes were blurred when she drank wine, looking at Jack who was dancing around her. Gradually, Jack held her hands on her waist, and his body was getting closer and closer. Emily didn't mean to dodge at all, and the smile on her face became brighter and sweeter.

At some point, she put her arms around Jack's neck and the two kissed each other.

...

The camera was pulled back to Zhao Yan's bedroom, and the video with Xiao Mengyue was turned off. Xiao Mengyue went to bed. Zhao Yan was still typing, but she was a little sleepy. She took a lot of brainpower to write the script two days ago and stayed up for a long time.

However, the two chapters of tonight have not been written yet. After thinking about it, Zhao Yan connected his headphones to the computer and found a bloody killing movie from the computer hard drive. While listening to the sound effects, he watched the killing scenes in the video, hoping that such a movie could stimulate his spirit.

Not to mention, there are still some effects. After watching it for a while, he felt much less sleepy, so Zhao Yan turned off the video and continued to write.

The camera is facing Youjianqi Company again.

Wang Qin got off work, Su Junyu, Yu Xiaona, and Fan Long got off work, but Xi Jian, Fang Bing, Xu Shun and Jia Hongwei from the Technical Department were still busy, and it was already late at night, almost midnight.

Usually at this time, Xi Jian and the others got off work early. Although they have recently developed the Sword Qi 2.0 version, they have not had a rest until this point in time for overtime. This is the first time today.

The office area is already only the technical department, and the lights are still on. Well, the computers that the four people are in charge are still running.

Xi Jian suddenly asked: "Xu Shun! How is your test? Is there any problem?"

Just asked, Xi Jian was still busy and did not look back.

Xu Shun didn't look back either, picked up the coffee cup at hand and took a sip, yawning and said, "First, there is no problem with the second section, I'm testing the third section!"

Xi Jian: "Fang Bing! Fang Bing, do you have any problems there?"

Fang Bing held a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes narrowed in the smoke. Hearing this, he pursed his lips and said, "There are some minor problems, I'm adjusting the code! Made! Who wrote this program? Stand out by yourself! I promise not to beat him to death!"

No one paid attention to Fang Bing's complaints. Xi Jian pounded the keyboard with a crackling sound on his hands. His hand speed was a bit scary. Suddenly, he reached out and took a cigarette from Fang Bing's mouth and took a few puffs, then handed it back to Fang Bing's mouth, but he still didn't look back.

Fang Bing seemed to have become accustomed to it, so he opened his mouth and held the cigarette in his mouth, and continued to complain while adjusting the code there.

Xi Jian asked again: "Jia Hongwei! Where are you? Are there any problems there?"

Jia Hongwei reached out and waved his hand, as if he wanted to wave away the smoke floating to him. He reached out and picked up two plums from the plastic jar at hand and put them in his mouth. While chewing, he replied vaguely: "Boss! You stab me with one knife! I don't want to live anymore! I need at least an hour here! An hour! I am fighting with my life! When today's life is over, if you don't let our boss give me more overtime pay, I promise to die for you! God! The earth! How could my life be so hard! I can't live this day!"

The words were miserable, but in fact he had a smile on his face, and his slender fingers were typing on the keyboard with a rhythmic rhythm. This was also a major feature of him when he wrote programs. According to himself, when he was learning programming in school, he deliberately developed this habit.

According to himself, his habit made a girl chase him on his own initiative, and the girl said that his programming looks so stylish! It looks like playing the piano.

...

Not only Jia Hongwei is very rhythmic. Xu Jianhao, Ma Biao, Tan/Zhiguo, Emily and Jack are also very rhythmic. Well, Zhao Yan is also quite rhythmic.

Of course, the difference is that Xu Jianhao and the others are doing that kind of thing, while Zhao Yan is typing hard.

When the rhythm of Xu Jianhao and others ended one after another, the rhythm of Zhao Yan, Jia Hongwei and others continued.

Finally, Zhao Yan finished coding the second chapter of today, saved the manuscript, turned off the computer, Zhao Yan had no intention of washing up, walked to the bed with a heavy head and fell asleep, pulled the quilt on it for a while.

I don’t know how long it took, but Zhao Yan suddenly “awakened”. As soon as he woke up, he heard a gentle voice saying to him: “General Wang! The army of the emperor is approaching the capital, and all the generals cannot stop me! I! There is no other way! The general is triumphant, so I can be safe! My country can also be preserved! If the general fails, I and this Ming country will fall into the hands of the emperor! General Wang! I hope not to let my expectations down!”

General Wang? I? The Ming Dynasty?

Zhao Yan stared blankly at the young emperor in front of him, thinking a lot of thoughts, and only felt that this dream was too incredible! Could it be that the young emperor in the dragon robe in front of him was Zhu Yunwen?

Without waiting for Zhao Yan to think more, General Wang, who was possessed this time, had already knelt on one knee and clasped his fists, and at the same time, there was a collision of armor and pieces on his body.

A thick voice sounded: "Your Majesty! I will never let you down the holy grace! I will relieve Your Majesty's worries! Please wait for me to win the triumph!"

"That's great! General Wang!"

Zhao Yan saw the young emperor stretching his right hand to the side, and an old eunuch respectfully held a sheathed sword with both hands and placed it in the young emperor's hands.

"General Wang! This sword was given to me by the late emperor! My name is Longxiang! I will give you now! If anyone does not follow the general's order in this battle, no matter whoever is, he can cut it with this sword!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Zhao Yan saw General Wang kneeling in the middle of the hall, lowering his head, and taking the Longxiang sword with both hands.

Long Xiang...

Zhao Yan didn't learn much about history, but he also knew that the Longxiang sword was the treasure sword given to the Shenwu General Wang Chuanhong by Emperor Jianwen.

It is recorded in the history of the Ming Dynasty that King Yan Zhu Di was beheaded by this knife.

And this treasure sword seems to be enshrined in the ancestral hall of the King of Shenwu.

...

In the early morning, Zhao Yan woke up from his dream and still felt incredible. He actually dreamed of the Shenwu General Wang Chuanhong, and also saw with his own eyes that the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty gave him the order in the face of danger.

Could it be that the Shenwu General Wang Chuanhong was also one of my previous lives? If this is true, then... the Shenwu Wang family is my descendant?

ps: I am in a bad state recently. I wrote the fourth chapter until 5:30 in the morning. (To be continued.)

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