Genius Club.

Chapter 72 Butterfly
"So handsome! Much better looking than in the photo!"

"Teacher Ji Lin, can you sign an autograph for us?"

"Congratulations, Mr. Ji Lin! I really like the work "Broken Bridge"!"

"Can we take a photo together please?"

As soon as Ji Lin got off the car, the group of young people surrounded him.

But he did not look away and walked towards the mourning hall.

Behind them, several funeral home staff quickly stopped the book lovers and maintained order:

"Quiet, quiet down... please don't gather here."

"At the memorial service, please be serious."

"Please respect the deceased and don't make noise here."

……

After Ji Lin walked into the corridor of the funeral home, the noise outside became much quieter.

He just stared at Lin Xian... with his hands in his pockets, his waist bent, his head raised, and he walked towards Lin Xian with an expressionless face.

Lin Xian also stared at him...

As book fans say, this is truly a beautiful boy.

Although Lin Xian also disliked this kind of effeminate adjective...but at this moment, he really couldn't find a second appropriate word to describe the boy with a handsome face who was walking slowly towards him.

He is about 1.75 meters tall, very thin and a little hunchbacked.

The boy's skin was as white as snow, but it didn't have that healthy rosy glow. It was like the whiteness of someone who had been indoors for a long time without seeing the sun, giving people a sickly and listless feeling. His hair was very long, almost covering his eyes, very black and shiny, slightly curly, and a little messy.

He walked slowly, his face expressionless.

But his eyes were always fixed on Lin Xian, half open as if he had not woken up yet. He looked tired and lazy, without any vitality or energy.

Like a dying sea otter, it gradually sank to the bottom of the sea.

It's not just yourself that sinks to the bottom of the sea.

That straight and listless look was like a fishing net that could not escape, and it was also going to pull Lin Xian, who was staring at him, into the dark abyss...

"Lin Xian?"

Zhao Yingjun's gentle call brought him back to reality.

Turn your head.

Zhao Yingjun, who had already walked a few steps away, looked at him:
"Stop being in a daze, we should go."

Lin Xian nodded, followed the steps of several vice presidents, and left from the other corridor.

Before turning the corner, he looked back at Ji Lin again.

I found that he is still the same...

He walked slowly towards the mourning hall, with his hands in his pockets and his back slightly hunched.

He still had the same listless and distracted look, staring straight ahead, without any deviation in the angle.

"..."

Lin Xian understood.

This guy wasn't staring at me just now.

The look in his eyes shows that he is either still sleepy or short-sighted. He is just being too sentimental.

……

evening.

"Hey!"

Gao Yang used all his strength to throw the empty beer can far into the Huangpu River.

puff.

The aluminum beer can floated on the water surface, creating a little splash and drifting with the current.

"What do you think, Lin Xian! Hehe~ give me your comments!" Gao Yang smiled proudly.

"What are you evaluating?" Lin Xian shivered from the cold.

"Evaluate your qualities?"

“Rate this dinner!!”

Gao Yang sneered at this romantic insulator and fanned the small barbecue stove fiercely:

"I'm not afraid that you're in a bad mood, so I specially prepared a small barbecue for you by the river to cheer you up."

"It's winter, bro! What were you doing in the summer?"

Lin Xian was speechless. He zipped up his coat, put his hands close to the pitiful little stove, and competed with the half-cooked mutton skewers for heat:

"You said you'd treat me to a barbecue, but I didn't dare wear thick clothes because I was afraid of getting the smell."

"Just tell me if this is barbecue!"

Gao Yang opened a can of beer and handed it to Lin Xian.

Lin Xian took it and put it down immediately:
"It's still frozen... What good would it do you to kill me?"

"Hahahaha, drink something cool and forget your troubles!"

Gao Yang fanned a few times, grabbed a handful of mutton skewers and handed them to Lin Xian:

"Have you felt better these past two days?"

"Much better." Lin Xian took a bite:
"Xu Yun is dead after all. There is no point in being sad. The best way to repay him is to visit his daughter more often when you have time."

"That's right!"

Gao Yang grabbed a handful of fish tofu and started roasting it. "I don't know when the two murderers who hit and killed Xu Yun will be caught. Such people really deserve a bad death! Why hit and kill such a great scientist when there are so many other people to kill!"

"I was originally thinking of taking a hibernation capsule to the future, but now I guess there's no hope."

"That won't happen." Lin Xian denied:

"It doesn't really matter whether Xu Yun is here or not. The fire of hibernation technology has been ignited. Even without Xu Yun, there will be Zhang Yun, Wang Yun, and Li Yun to carry on the torch and continue the hibernation research. No one can stop this."

"Besides, why would you go to the future if you have nothing to do?"

Lin Xian finished the mutton skewers in his hand, rubbed his hands and looked at Gao Yang:

"The hibernation chamber is not a time machine. Once you go to the future, you can't come back. There is no medicine for regret."

"That's right, I just said it casually. Even if there really is a hibernation chamber, I won't go in it."

Gao Yang turned the fish tofu over, opened a bottle of beer and came over:

"Cheers! To Professor Xu Yun!"

boom.

After the two clinked glasses, Gao Yang blew it dry. Then he flattened the aluminum can and threw it across the Huangpu River.

puff.

This time it was thrown much farther, causing a splash of water before sinking.

"Let me first pay tribute to your quality."

……

The riverside barbecue ended early.

Because Gao Yang couldn't stand the cold anymore, he announced that the event would end early.

Lin Xian returned home, feeling a little heavy-headed and having a runny nose.

"Shift..." Lin Xian cursed inwardly:
"You won't catch a cold, right?"

He quickly took a hot shower and drank two packets of Isatis root.

Turn off the lights and go to bed.

……

……

……

?

Lin Xian was a little confused.

What about the hot summer breeze that has been blowing for more than twenty years?

Where are the cicadas that have been chirping for more than 20 years?

What about the kids in the square who have been arguing for more than 20 years?

Why is it so quiet today!

He opened his eyes—

Brick walls, low houses, narrow roads, lanterns, stone tiles, moss...

There are self-built buildings all around!
Crowded, backward, quiet, deserted...

The surrounding scene is like a poor and backward small village!
"What's going on?"

Lin Xian looked around, looking at the window where the dim tungsten filament light bulb was flickering, and couldn't help but take two steps back.

changed……

Everything has changed!

There are no squares, no playing children, no busy shopping streets, no familiar electronic billboards and bright street lights.

"Where am I?"

Lin Xian turned around suddenly and looked behind him...

It is still a rugged stone road, with various self-built low buildings scattered at uneven heights on both sides.

where is this?
"Where did I dream about?"

This was the first time he had encountered such a strange thing in all his years of dreaming! He quickened his pace and ran forward—

No matter which way you turn or go around, you will find yourself surrounded by two- or three-story brick houses and even mud walls.

The road was terribly narrow, as if it had never been considered possible for traffic. He looked left and right, but his sight was blocked by the chaotic layout of low buildings, and he could not see anything!
"Could it be..."

He felt a chill in his heart.

Could it be that he traveled to another timeline?

Other worlds?

What year and day is it now?
Lin Xian turned around and looked around, and found that at the corner of the path, there was a small shop with big yellow light bulbs hanging on it, just like the layout in the TV dramas in the 1980s and 1990s.

He ran quickly towards the store.

Inside, there was an old man in a white vest, who was smiling, eating melon seeds, fanning himself, and watching a large TV.

"Dear viewers, the evening news is here to tell you the time!"

On a low-resolution TV...

The female host, dressed in formal attire, spoke clearly and smiled at Lin Xian:

"It is--"

"August 2624, 8! 28:22 p.m."

(End of this chapter)