Songhai City.

Seven thirty in the morning, in a dim room, on a soft, large bed, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly woke up with a start, clutching his head and curling up like a shrimp.

His head felt like it was about to split open, as if steel needles were embedded in his brain, causing his scalp to twitch with pain, to the point where he experienced hallucinations and illusions. Confused images flashed through his mind, and his ears were filled with noisy, meaningless sounds.

Zhang Yuanqing knew his old ailment had relapsed.

Trembling, he climbed out of bed, pulled open the bedside table drawer, fumbled for the medicine bottle, impatiently unscrewed the cap, poured out five or six small blue pills, and swallowed them whole.

Then, he collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for breath, enduring the intense pain.

A dozen seconds later, the soul-tearing headache lessened, and then subsided.

"Hoo..." Zhang Yuanqing exhaled with relief, covered in cold sweat.

He had contracted a strange illness in high school, the symptoms of which were that his brain uncontrollably recalled all past memories, including forgotten junk information; uncontrollably collected external information and analyzed it; and his brain's control over his body reached an unbelievable level.

Fortunately, this state could not last too long and would be interrupted because his body could not handle the burden.

It was because of this ability that he playfully got into Songhai University—a nationally ranked prestigious university.

Zhang Yuanqing called this state "brain overload." He believed that he might be evolving into a superhuman, but because his body could not support this evolution, it was frequently interrupted.

When he told the doctor about this guess, the doctor said he didn't understand, but was greatly shocked, and suggested he go to the psychiatric department downstairs to take a look.

In short, the hospital couldn't find the cause, so later, his mother brought back a special medicine from abroad, and his condition was brought under control. As long as he took the medicine regularly, it would not flare up.

"It must be because I didn't rest well last night, I was too tired, it's all Jiang Yuer's fault, insisting on coming to my room to play games in the middle of the night..."

Although he said so, his heart was quietly heavy, because Zhang Yuanqing knew that the effect of the medicine was beginning to weaken, and his symptoms were getting more and more serious.

"I'll have to increase the dosage in the future..." Zhang Yuanqing put on his cotton slippers, went to the window, and 'swished' open the curtains.

The sunlight rushed in eagerly, filling the room.

April in Songhai City was full of spring sunshine, and the morning breeze that greeted him was cool and comfortable.

"Dong, dong!"

At this moment, a knock came at the door, and his grandmother called out from outside:

"Yuanzi, get up."

"No!" Zhang Yuanqing refused coldly and ruthlessly, he wanted to sleep in.

The spring is bright, and it's the weekend, wouldn't it be a waste of life not to sleep in?

"I'll give you three minutes, if you don't get up I'll splash you awake."

His grandmother was even more cold and ruthless.

"Okay, okay..." Zhang Yuanqing immediately gave in.

He knew that his irritable grandmother could really do that.

When Zhang Yuanqing was still in elementary school, his father died in a car accident. His strong-willed mother did not remarry, but took her son back to Songhai to settle down, and left him to be taken care of by his grandparents.

She threw herself into her career and became a highly praised businesswoman among her relatives.

Later, his mother bought her own house, but Zhang Yuanqing didn't like the empty, large flat, and still lived with his grandparents.

Anyway, his mother went out early and returned late every day, and traveled on business every now and then, focusing all her attention on her career. Even if she didn't work overtime on weekends, she would order takeout when it was time for meals.

….The most she said to her son was, "Is there enough money? If not, tell Mom." A businesswoman mother who can satisfy you financially without limit sounds great.

But Zhang Yuanqing always said with a smile to his mother: The pocket money from Grandma and Aunt is enough.

Well, and his little aunt.

The woman who insisted on coming to his room to play games last night was his little aunt.

Zhang Yuanqing yawned, twisted open the handle of the bedroom door, and came to the living room.

His grandmother's house, including the shared area, was 150 square meters. Zhang Yuanqing remembered that when the old house was sold to buy this new house, it was more than 40,000 yuan per square meter.

Six or seven years have passed, and now the price of housing in this area has risen to 110,000 yuan per square meter, almost doubling.

Fortunately, his grandfather had foresight back then. If it had been the old house before, Zhang Yuanqing would have had to sleep in the living room, after all, he was grown up now and could no longer sleep with his little aunt.

At the long dining table by the living room, the culprit that caused his headache was 'glug glug glug' drinking porridge, and her pink slippers were wagging under the table.

She had delicate and beautiful features, and her round, oval face looked quite sweet, with a beauty mark at the corner of her right eye.

Because she had just woken up, her fluffy, messy waves were scattered around, giving her a bit of a lazy and charming look.

Her little aunt's name was Jiang Yuer, and she was four years older than him.

Seeing Zhang Yuanqing come out, his little aunt licked the porridge from the corner of her mouth and said in surprise:

"Yo, you're up so early, that's not like you."

"Your mom made me get up."

"Why are you cursing?"

"I'm just telling the truth."

Zhang Yuanqing scrutinized his little aunt's beautiful face, full of vigor and charm.

It is said that the dark night will not treat those who stay up late badly, it will give you dark circles, but this law does not seem to apply to the woman in front of him.

The grandmother in the kitchen heard the noise, poked her head out and looked around, and after a while, came out with a bowl of porridge.

The grandmother's black hair was mixed with silver threads, and her eyes were very sharp, looking like the kind of old lady with a bad temper.

Although loose skin and shallow wrinkles had taken away her beauty, it was still possible to see that she had good looks when she was young.

Zhang Yuanqing took the porridge from his grandmother, gulped down a mouthful, and said:

"Where's grandpa?"

"He went out for a walk." His grandmother said.

His grandfather was a retired old detective, and even though he was old, his life was still very regular, he went to bed at ten o'clock every night and woke up at six o'clock in the morning.

The beautiful little aunt drank her porridge and said with a smile:

"After breakfast, Auntie will take you to the mall to buy clothes."

Are you really that kind? Zhang Yuanqing was about to agree when his grandmother next to him gave him a murderous glare:

"If you dare to go, I'll break your dog legs."

"Mom, why are you like this." His little aunt said with a bitchy face: "I just wanted to buy a few spring outfits for Yuanzi, and you're not happy? Although a nephew has the word 'nephew' in it, he's still family~"

His grandmother used one force to break all methods, "Do you want your dog legs broken too?"

His little aunt pouted and lowered her head to drink her porridge.

As soon as Zhang Yuanqing heard the mother and daughter's game, he knew that his grandmother must have arranged a blind date for his little aunt again, and the quirky little aunt wanted to drag him to muddy the waters.

That's how it's always been done, taking his nephew to the blind date, sitting for a few minutes, and the nephew with social skills would win over the blind date partner, and the two men would talk happily, from people's livelihood to the world situation, and she had nothing to do with it.

….She just had to drink her drink and play with her phone, and the blind date partner would feel that he had shown enough social experience and knowledge in front of a beauty, and would be happy and feel good about himself.

Jiang Yuer had been delicate and cute since she was a child, and was the object of praise from the neighbors. She was good-looking, sweet and well-behaved, and very popular with the elders.

Of course, the grandmother had to strictly guard against such a beautiful daughter. When she was in junior high school, she repeatedly told her not to have a crush, and not to go out with male classmates.

Her little daughter did not disappoint her. She didn't have a boyfriend until she graduated from college, but after entering society, especially after her 25th birthday at the beginning of the year, her grandmother became a little restless.

She thought to herself, I just didn't want you to have a puppy love, I didn't want you to be a leftover woman. How many years of youth does a woman have?

So she gathered her old sisters and searched for information on young talents from all over the world, and arranged blind dates for her daughter.

"Grandma, she obviously doesn't want to talk about relationships yet, forced melons are not sweet." Zhang Yuanqing said while nibbling on a steamed bun, recommending himself:

"Why don't you arrange a blind date for me? My melon is very sweet."

His grandmother said angrily: "You're still young, what's the hurry. There are female classmates in college, can't you find one yourself? If you mess around again, be careful I beat you."

His grandmother was a southern woman, but her temper was not gentle at all, it was particularly fiery.

Even Zhang Yuanqing's career-woman mother didn't dare to contradict his grandmother.

I'm all grown up, okay, I've been a craftsman for several years....... Zhang Yuanqing murmured in his heart.

After breakfast, the little aunt, under the strong request of her grandmother, went back to her room to change clothes and put on makeup, and went out on a blind date.

The little aunt put on light makeup, which made her look even more beautiful and moving.

A loose-fitting round-neck knitted sweater with a long coat, and light-colored narrow-leg jeans wrapped her two long legs, which were well-proportioned and round. The narrow cuffs were tucked into black Martin boots.

Her outfit was a Mori-style minimalist style, not flashy or ostentatious, but very delicate.

The little aunt gave him a "you know" wink, picked up her bag, twisted her waist and went out:

"Mom, I'm going out on a blind date."

Zhang Yuanqing returned to his room, unhurriedly changed into a black t-shirt, a windbreaker, and running shoes.

After a few minutes, he opened the door to the bedroom.

His grandmother was cleaning the living room. Seeing him come out, she stopped what she was doing and watched him silently.

Zhang Yuanqing imitated his little aunt's tone:

"Mom, I'm going out on a blind date too."

"Get back here." His grandmother raised her broom and threatened, "If you dare to step out of this door, I'll break your dog legs."

"Okay!" Zhang Yuanqing returned to the bedroom docilely.

Sitting at his desk, he sent a message to his little aunt on his phone:

"The army died before it was victorious, making the hero's tears wet his clothes."

"Speak human language!"

His little aunt must be driving, and her reply was concise.

"I've been stopped at home by my grandmother, you should just go on the blind date yourself."

His little aunt sent a voice message.

Zhang Yuanqing clicked it open, and Jiang Yuer's angry voice rang out from the speaker:

"What are you good for!!"

His little aunt withdrew a voice message, and then sent another one. This time she changed her tone, acting cute and coquettish:

….“Good nephew, come on, Auntie loves you the most, mua~”

Heh, woman!

You want me to touch my grandmother's reverse scale just by acting cute and coquettish? At least send a red envelope.

At this moment, a slightly harsh ringtone came. Zhang Yuanqing came to the living room, and under the gaze of his grandmother, he pressed the talk button of the building intercom and said:

"Who is it!"

"Express delivery."

A voice came from the speaker.

Zhang Yuanqing pressed the door opening button. After two or three minutes, a delivery guy in uniform came upstairs in the elevator, holding a package in his arms:

"Are you Zhang Yuanqing?"

"That's me."

I didn't order anything online... He signed for it with a confused look, and glanced at the package information. The package didn't have the sender's name, but the address was Hangzhou City, Jiangnan Province next door.

He returned to the room, took out a utility knife from the desk drawer, and opened the package.

Inside was a black card wrapped in shockproof air cushions, and a yellowed letter.

Zhang Yuanqing picked up the black card the size of an ID card. The material seemed to be metal, but it felt extremely warm to the touch. The card was very exquisitely made, with shallow silver cloud patterns on the edges, and a black full moon in the center.

The black full moon was printed very delicately, and the irregular patches on the surface were clearly visible.

What is this? With a doubtful mood, he opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.

"Yuanzi, I got something very interesting. I once thought it could change my life, but my ability is limited and I can't control it. I think, if it's you, it shouldn't be a problem.

"Brothers for life, this is my gift to you.

"Lei Yibing!"

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