Chapter 1 What is the situation ()

In May 2005, on the streets of Seoul, the hot sun and noisy crowds, a figure looked particularly unique. Others had short shirts and shirts, but he was only dressed like a rice dumpling. The crowd on the street also turned their attention to this boy who seemed to have problems with his head.

Who am I, is I Jun Yuxuan or Lin Xing? Who am I? My mind hurts! Holding my head, Jun Yuxuan walked on the street and slowly recalled what had just happened...

"Divorce, let's divorce. If this continues, it will be tiring for us." Jun Ertai rubbed his forehead and said. "Divorce is OK, but Xiaoxuan must live with me." Li Fen looked at the man who once said he loved her forever forever, and felt that the person he used to be suddenly far away from her. "You crazy woman, are you enough? Xiaoxuan is my son. How can my son follow you? You are crazy." Jun Ertai jumped up from the sofa suddenly. Yuxuan is his son, and no one can take it away. This is the only reason for Jun Ertai to support him to survive. When Li Fen heard this, his eyes were already red, and tears all burst out, "He is just your son, he is not my son, why can't he follow me? Look at your appearance, you can't even take care of yourself. Can you take care of your son?"...

They were competing in the living room, but they didn't notice that the protagonist in the topic was hiding there and watching the whole show. Divorce, parents were going to divorce, why? Yesterday was fine, why did they suddenly get divorced? I wanted to ask my parents for a clear answer. I wanted to stand up and jog, but when I stood up, my feet softened and fell down. It didn't matter if I fell down. The fatal thing was that he had a close contact with his forehead and the wall and fainted. The couples there didn't notice this at all, and were still arguing about a certain problem. After a long time of argument, they felt it was meaningless, so they planned to talk about it later, and they went to work, and no one paid attention to the small corner at the turn.

The afternoon sun shone in, laying a layer of golden color for the entire living room. What was incompatible with this scene was a figure lying on the ground. The camera pulled closer, and his fingers suddenly vibrated. His hand slowly moved, covering his forehead that had just been knocked out of skin, and sat up against the wall. Yuxuan thought about everything that had just happened. When he fainted, he appeared in a dark place on the side. Suddenly, a large ball of light flew towards him, and a memory that did not belong to him poured into his brain. "Ah,!" As soon as he thought about it, his head hurt. He could only lie on the ground with his head in his arms, but suddenly he felt very cold.

, he had to hold himself hard, shrink into a circle, wait for the warmth, slowly stood up from the ground, ran back to the room, putting his clothes on his body, and stopped the movement until his body was warmer. Afterwards, he leaned against the wall, slowly slid down from the wall, sat on the ground, remembering the divorce of his parents, and hugged himself tighter, tears flowed down, and he raised his head, the world was confused, looking at the sun outside the window, and didn't know what he was thinking. After a while, he stood up and slowly walked from home to the street.

Holding his arms, Yuxuan walked alone on the street, looking at the people around him, as if he was like an outsider in this world. He seemed to be an audience member, watching the plays performed by these people. Maybe it was because he slowly relaxed his tight spirit, and the ball of light also showed its true face. The brain nerves slowly received the information coming out there. After receiving the first ray of memory, Yuxuan's mouth never closed, because it was really incredible.

It is a memory of another person. When a person finds that he is not the only one, he will panic and be frightened. Yuxuan is wondering if this is just his own illusion. In fact, all this is just a dream, and even his parents' divorce is just a dream. But is it a feeling of heat when the sun shines on his body? But why don't I sweat at all, but I still feel cold? What is it? It's so cold, what should I do? I'm still me, is the memory real? Why does it make me feel like I'm personally experienced?

"Child, are you okay?" A kind old man saw Jun Yuxuan wearing winter clothes while passing by, squatting on the ground and shaking, his eyes showing a sense of horror, giving people the first impression that he was a person who was not possessed.

Jun Yuxuan jumped up the first time the old man touched him, holding himself tighter with both hands, afraid that he would be gone as soon as he let go, so he turned around and ran away, wanting to get rid of that terrifying thought, but the reality was not like that. When he ran to a road, a car drove towards him, and then his body hurt, his eyes turned black, and he was unconscious.

3 months later. Location: Coffee Shop.

In the coffee shop, everyone's eyes were on the handsome guy with a tight brow, giving people a feeling of distress. Sitting in the seat, Yuxuan was thinking about everything that had happened in the past few months, which could only be described as incredible. Even if a waiter came by, he didn't notice it. The female waiter stood so close and looked at the character who seemed to come out of the comic, and suddenly became stunned. How could anyone in front of him look so beautiful, with carved facial features and bright eyes with eyelashes that made women jealous. A handsome and straight nose showed a quiet and gentle expression. The mouth was tightly pursed, and the lips were extremely thin, with agility and aura. But the facial features that were so divine now turned the artistic facial features into a very decadent and confused feeling because of the frown of brows. What are those

Although I haven't seen a celebrity before, the person in front of me seems to be much better than the ones on TV. I really want to hug him. It was not until someone touched her that he woke up, slapped her face with a little red and hot red face, and asked softly: "Sir, do you need something?" But because Yuxuan was thinking and did not pay attention to the things outside, he didn't hear the waiter's voice. The waiter had to increase the volume and ask again: "Sir, do you need something?" "Oh, oh. Sorry, just give me a cup of cappuccino! Thank you." Yuxuan finally heard this time, raised his head and asked for a cup of coffee and immersed in his own world. Even if the waiter came to serve the coffee, his thinking image once again made the waiter soft.

Lin Xing, the master of the group of memories, the top three mercenaries in the world, died of suicide after failing to perform a mission to assassinate the British Prince. Thinking about his death date again, on July 2, 2011, the first thing that Yuxuan thought of was the future, time travel, these two words. Over the past few months, Jun Yuxuan has adapted to the memory, but he didn't expect that such an outrageous thing would really happen, and it happened to his body.

Yuxuan was thinking, but he didn't notice an uncle next to him staring at him. Jiang Junhong had been paying attention to Yuxuan since he came in, and kept scolding the vampire in the company, tmd, just two years earlier than me? Didn't he just find a few better trainees? What's the sensation? When I find the best one, you will know who has a better vision. Hehe, that kid over there is the best one I want to find.

Jiang Junhong looked at the boy who was biting his fingers, floating intently, frowned and sat next to a piece of floor-to-ceiling glass. The sunlight reflected on him added a vague illusion. That's right, this is the person he has always wanted to find, the kind of person who is born to belong to the stage. Moreover, when he looked around, the people in the entire coffee shop were attracted by this boy. Hehe, he had enough appearance and enough attraction, it was him.

In fact, it is no wonder that Jiang Junhong and the people in the store were attracted to him. For the past few months, Jun Yuxuan has been learning what is in the memory, and that memory is a world-class mercenary. Although he does not have the bloodiness of a real mercenary, the memory does not bring him a clear benefit that can be explained in a day or two. With that appearance, it is not very strange to give people that image.

I don’t know how long it took, Yuxuan rubbed his head. Sure enough, in 2011, something like this happened to me. I don’t know if it’s good or bad. But is this Lin Xing an agent? He is still chasing stars. Is it pretty? But I have checked the Internet a few times in the past few months. It seems that this combination has not yet been made. Have you not made a debut yet?

"Hey, hello?" Yuxuan was thinking about something, and when he heard someone talking, he looked up and saw the strange uncle standing in front of him. When he saw the smile, he felt... "Oh, hello, is there anything wrong?" Yuxuan stood up and asked, "Haha, don't be so nervous, I just came over and wanted to ask if you like being an artist."

Artist, I haven't heard this word for a long time. I still remember when I was in elementary school and when I was popular, I pestered my dad all day long and said I wanted to be an artist! After getting this memory, wasn't I ready to participate in talent shows and join the company?

In Lin Xing's memory, being an artist is very hard, but also very happy. The kind of person standing on the stage and looking down at the audience, accepting the cheers of everyone in the audience, like the king of a country. Let everyone admire you, let everyone agree with you, and let everyone know you. Is this an artist? Yuxuan was silent.

Jiang Junhong was not so patient. When he looked at Yuxuan and heard him say he wanted to be an artist, he stopped talking. He thought Yuxuan didn't want to be an artist. This was so anxious that Jiang Junhong was so rare that he met this best. He couldn't let him run away, but what should I do? "Uncle, are you a scout?" Just as Jiang Junhong was thinking about how to trick Yuxuan into the company, he immediately responded: "Well, I am Jiang Junhong from S-M Company. How about it, do you want to be an artist? With your image, being an artist will definitely become very popular soon."

"Uncle, can I think about it?" Although Yuxuan wanted to be an artist, he had to think it through slowly. Moreover, he knew that artists could not be said to be able to be an artist, and he had to start with a trainee first. But by chance, he was preparing to be a trainee, but the other party came to his door by himself. Haha, Jun Yuxuan smiled secretly in his heart.

"Okay, OK, by the way, what's your name?" Jiang Junhong then remembered that he didn't even know his name!

"Oh, hello, my name is Jun Yuxuan, a Chinese, I grew up in Korea." Yuxuan stood up and saluted and responded.

"China, I know, a very mysterious country," like you, very mysterious. Jiang Junhong didn't say the last few words. "Okay, this is my business card. If you plan to be an artist, just call me. I'm looking forward to your arrival." After Jiang Junhong said that, he took out a business card from his pocket and gave it to Yuxuan.

"Well, I understand, then, I'll leave first, see you, uncle." Yuxuan took the business card and put it in his pocket, saluted Jiang Junhong, and walked out of the coffee shop.

Jun Yuxuan? I am looking forward to the day you come to find me. Jiang Junhong thought in his heart. Looking at Yuxuan's back, his eyes were blurred and I don't know what he was thinking again.

On the way home, Yuxuan suddenly thought of his parents’ events a few months ago. If he really divorced, what should he do and where should he go. He looked up at the sky. He was already home and stood at the door of his house. He was about to open the door...
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