"Am I going to die?"

Fang Feiyang felt that the surroundings were dark and at the same time terrifyingly silent.

He felt like he was immersed in a deep, freezing pool, but he couldn't feel the movement of the water. He felt like he was at the mouth of a wind tunnel where strong winds were raging, but he couldn't hear the sound of the strong wind.

Fang Feiyang tried hard to open his eyes and take one last look at his surroundings, but his eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds and he couldn't open them or wake up.

Only suffocating darkness and silence accompanied him...

...

I don't know how long it had passed, but Fang Feiyang vaguely felt a trace of warmth coming from his chest. It was a temperature like a gossamer, but such a negligible temperature seemed so dazzling in the cold and silent night, as if it was thick.

During the fog navigation, the sudden appearance of the navigation lighthouse was so eye-catching.

Fang Feiyang's thoughts were all focused on this sudden warmth.

Gradually, this needle-like temperature began to spread around the chest, one millimeter, two millimeters, three millimeters...

The weak temperature slowly turned into a wave of heat, surging in his chest. At this time, Fang Feiyang could feel that his chest was completely wrapped by this spreading heat, but other parts of his body were still unusually cold.

.

What this felt like, he couldn't describe.

Ice and fire?

Heat expands in the chest and then spreads throughout the body.

Although Fang Feiyang could not move, his perception was still clear, and he sensed the changes in his body with some curiosity.

So comfortable...

At this moment, Fang Feiyang felt as if he was soaking in a natural hot spring pool. His body was soaked in the slightly hot spring water, and the pores all over his body were stretched, enjoying this wonderful moment.

"Have I returned to heaven from hell?"

Fang Feiyang couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality, so he simply didn't think about anything, just let things take their own course and let things develop.

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In Song Longshan's home, his study was the largest room among the many rooms.

His study room is about eighty square meters, which is enough to catch up with the area of ​​an entire residence of an ordinary family. The study room is elegantly decorated, with special grid-shaped antique shelves placed against the two walls, on which various kinds of antiques are placed in categories.

Ceramic pots. There are Yuan blue and white porcelain vases of different heights, single-ear red peach pottery cups that represent the Qijia culture, Taoist-style water purification bottles from the Qing Dynasty, etc.

Next to the other wall is a row of bookshelves. On the bookshelves, there are scattered ancient and rare books, including anecdotes, Chinese medicine classics, Taoist scriptures, and even many literary works, covering everything.

In the area near the bookshelf, there is a rosewood square table with exquisite workmanship. The wood grain of the whole table is shallow and thin, as straight as a vertical line. Arranged around the square table are eight poufs made of the same wood, with a thin and tall body.

The arrangement is quite neat. The whole study is decorated like the style of a mansion in the late Qing Dynasty, full of ancient style, and full of elegance.

"Master, that young man is awake." The servant of Song Longshan's family said softly outside the study.

"Oh? Go and have a look!"

Song Longshan was looking for some information in front of the bookshelf. Hearing this, he quickly put down the book in his hand and followed the servant towards the guest room.

In the guest room, Fang Feiyang was sitting on the bed, looking at the room blankly, with curiosity mixed with a hint of nervousness in his expression.

After he woke up, the first thing he did was pinch his thigh hard to determine whether he was in a dream or reality!

"Hiss..." The force of the hand was too strong this time, and he grinned in pain.

"It's okay! I'm still alive! I just don't know where this is?" Fang Feiyang rubbed the painful area he pinched and said to himself.

He still remembered that he drank too much at the class reunion last night, staggered and refused the support of his friend Zhang Guoshan, and was about to walk to the roadside to take a taxi home. It seemed that he ran to the metasequoia forest in front of him to release water, and what happened next was what happened to him.

He couldn't remember clearly, only vague fragments flashed through his mind quickly. He tried hard to remember, but he couldn't capture this memory.

"Tap tap..." Just when Fang Feiyang's head felt a little swollen and painful thinking about it, a series of footsteps came from outside.

Two people came into the room. The one walking in front was an old man who was about six or seventy years old. He had gray hair, wore a pair of round-framed gold-rimmed glasses, and wore a blue and white plaid short-sleeved shirt.

It looked energetic and had an air of elegance. Behind it was a middle-aged woman in her forties. After entering, she stood respectfully behind the old man.

After entering the door, the old man walked to Fang Feiyang's bed with a smile on his face.

"Young man, are you awake? How do you feel?" There was a hint of concern in the old man's eyes.

This question made Fang Feiyang stupid. How am I doing? I don’t even know why I appear here? Who are you? Could it be that I have lost my memory?

Fang Feiyang lowered his head and rubbed his temples vigorously, asking himself several questions in his mind.

No! I have a good memory. My name is Fang Feiyang, my father’s name is Fang Weidong, my mother’s name is Li Zhen, my family lives in... Yesterday, the Stinky King called me to inform me that I would attend a class reunion, and I drank a few more drinks...

The old man saw Fang Feiyang looking confused, pressing his temples with his hands, as if he was trying to remember something.

"Young man, don't you remember me? Last night in the Metasequoia forest in the New District, I was tracking a thief. When I fought with him in the forest, you loudly reminded me to be careful of the other party's plot..."

Having said this, the old man paused for a moment to let Fang Feiyang recall it again.

"Last night?... Metasequoia forest?..." Fang Feiyang seemed to recall some fragmentary fragments.

"Metasequoia forest...Grenade?...Explosion?..." The scene of the square wooden box exploding suddenly flashed through Fang Feiyang's mind, and he suddenly caught something deep in his memory!

"Yes, the foreigner hid the grenade in the box and threw it to me. It was you who jumped up and shouted loudly, and I was lucky enough to escape." The old man continued to tell the story of last night in a low voice, trying to slowly wake up.

This memory is temporarily lost to young people.

"That martial arts master in the woods?" Fang Feiyang opened his mouth wide and looked at the old man in front of him in disbelief. The last lost memory was finally completely recalled by him. It was this old man who was brave in the metasequoia forest last night.

With the tall-nosed gringo, the scene looks like a modern martial arts movie.

"Haha...ha, I can't even speak of being a martial arts master. I, Song Longshan, know a little bit about boxing and kicking!"

The old man laughed heartily, narrowed his eyes, waved his hand slightly towards Fang Feiyang, and continued to say with a smile: "Up to now, I haven't thanked you for your life-saving grace, and I haven't asked for your name?

"

Fang Feiyang has lived for more than twenty years and has never done anything good, let alone saved anyone. Besides, he did it unintentionally last night. I don't know where he got the courage to roar like that. He was probably drunk.

I still didn't fully wake up in the end, it was all due to a heroic impulse deep in my heart.

Fang Feiyang scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "Haha, my name is Fang Feiyang!"

"Which... Mr. Song... may I ask where this place is..."

Fang Feiyang was still quite cautious when staying in a strange place, let alone after sleeping all night. Although he recalled what happened in the woods last night, he finally passed out. How did he get here? Where is this? He had no idea at all.

, it still feels a little weird.

"Xiao Fang, the old man has given me a favor, so I can call you Xiao Fang."

"sure."

At this age when Fang Feiyang entered society, he was called ‘Xiao Fang’ so many times every day.

"Haha, okay, Xiao Fang, this is my home. After you were stunned by the shock wave of the explosion last night, I took you back and checked that your body was not injured, so I didn't send you to the hospital to arrange for you.

Sleep in this guest room.”

As Song Longshan said this, he took a few steps forward and sat beside the bed, motioning for Fang Feiyang to hand him his left hand. He touched Fang Feiyang's pulse with his index finger and concentrated on feeling the condition of the other person's body.

"Yes! That's right, Xiao Fang, your physical condition is very good and you recovered quickly. I just brought you back yesterday. You were still a little weak at that time. Now your pulse is beating strong and your qi and blood are strong, which is beyond my expectation.

!”

Fang Feiyang was reluctant to lie on the bed anymore. He turned over and was about to get out of bed.

It's convenient to get up in the summer. Fang Feiyang looked at himself. He was still wearing the white short-sleeved shirt he attended yesterday's class reunion and dark blue casual pants. His pair of cheap leather shoes bought online did not know where they were.

, can only stand up with bare feet.
Chapter completed!