AWB Chapter 167 [Empire] I Was Yun Chang'an
Chapter 167 [Empire] I Was Yun Chang'an
Yun Changan...
"Chang'an."
The man in my memory always calls me like this.
At first, I didn't know he was calling me.
Until, he brought a plate of crushed ice with various colored fruits in front of me: "Changan, this is cool, have some, isn't it your favorite?"
I was really thirsty and hungry.
After taking that plate of shaved ice, I became the Chang'an in his mouth.
This word sounds like the ancient name of a city.
At that time, I was completely confined to my own little yard, my own room, and my own world.
It was he who called me over and over again: "Chang'an, Chang'an."
I have also ignored him, neglected him, and been angry with him. In the end, he still called me Changan Changan.
I'm really annoying. I'm not Yun Chang'an. I don't like him either.
It wasn't until later that I discovered everything he had done. I discovered his weakness. I discovered his...
I told him my name is Lingzhi. I'm grown up. My name is Lingzhi.
Since then, he never called me Chang'an again.
Gradually, fewer and fewer people called me Yun Chang'an.
Yes, that's right.
I used to be Yun Chang'an.
It’s... Yun Chang’an, the Yun Chang’an of his journey from a child of a few years old to a grown-up child.
Before I traveled through time and space for the first time and became Yun Chang'an, there was someone who was Yun Chang'an.
And now...
After I came across the photos of the contractors that accompanied Yun Changan during the battle at Yumen Pass...
I'm sure.
After I traveled through time for the second time, which is now—after I became Yang Ruyuan, someone else became Yun Changan...
Compared to Yang Ruyuan's generation, Yun Chang'an was an ancient figure. He was a great figure of the empire, written into elementary interstellar history classes.
I was silent for a long time.
a long time.
I don’t know what I’m thinking about. Or rather, I don’t know if I’m thinking about anything at all.
I was stunned and didn't know anything.
Yun Changan...
I didn't hear anything else in the rest of the lesson.
I was completely immersed in an inexplicable state. It felt as if I wasn't fully awake. And yet, I knew I was awake, but I couldn't explain it. It was a kind of awakening that didn't exist in the reality of my surroundings...
Not in the present moment.
I don't know where it is.
I was still in a daze until I returned to my room at night.
Tonight, Wen Ya is with me again.
On the one hand, he was genuinely frightened by the military training and was a bit stressed. On the other hand, he was genuinely worried about my absent-minded state.
He held her in his arms and coaxed her to sleep like a child.
Wen Ya's singing voice was very light, shallow, and sometimes far and sometimes near, very ethereal and ethereal.
Not the soft and sticky taste I thought it would be.
He has his own way of existing in this world. Not too far, not too close, as if he doesn't exist. Yet he stands there, erect and unwavering. Standing tall in the air.
There's no smell. It's just the steam rising from boiled water. There's no smell at all.
I like it very much, it's very comfortable. His almost non-existence seems to be able to perfectly highlight my absolute presence. As long as I know he is there, I can feel a very comfortable and solid sense of presence.
The next day, there was no history class, but some classes that seemed to be mainly for relaxation and entertainment.
Things like playing the piano, singing, and weird physical education classes in the style of gaming.
This is the most elementary level and the course schedule is actually quite relaxed and comfortable.
There are only morning classes today.