Stolen Pen: I Died in the Early Years of the Republic of China and Faked My Corpse

[No cp + group favorite + literary giant of the Republic of China resurrected in modern times + old friend who is blind in the bottle] [The writing style is more prose] You were born at the end of the nineteenth century and died in the spring of the third year of the Republic of China. He once went to Germany to study, first studying medicine and later studying literature. Before I died, I looked back on the past and felt that my life had been full of ups and downs and a little bit exciting. But I didn't want to open my eyes again and found myself in the private courtyard of my former roommate, and was beaten as a thief by my roommate who returned home... —————— Black blind man: People who care about themselves and die have no right to speak! Zhang Qiling:. You: ... No... I have no choice... *The text is in third person. There may also be multiple pronouns mixed together. *The main character has a hang-up, which is huge. *Writing again, I want to let myself go!