Parallel Worlds: I Have a Million Possibilities!

Brother Jun doesn't know what the south is or where it is. The farthest he has ever been to a county town in his life was when he was selling grain twenty years ago. South? I've seen it on TV, there are tall buildings and the sea, and you don't wear cotton pants in winter. But he didn't know exactly where he was, what kind of car he had to take, or what he would eat and live there. But Brother Jun just dared to put on his bag and say to the person on the other side of the screen who he had never met before: "See you in the south." The bag was picked up, printed with an advertisement for a fertilizer factory, and half of the zipper was broken. Stuffed inside were the poverty-alleviation jacket, half a pack of damp cigarettes, and a smartphone with a cracked screen—containing the banned short video account and the only fifteen seconds he had ever been popular in his life. The villagers laughed at him: "You old bachelor, do you know how to get to the south? Don't let others trick you into digging coal!" Brother Jun said nothing, put his beret on his head, and walked towards the road on the dirt road in spring. The bus driver asked: "Where to go?" Brother Jun said: "South." The driver was happy: "The south is big, why don't you name a place?" Brother Jun looked at the snow that was beginning to melt outside the car window, and suddenly remembered that he had never even been to the city. He clutched his phone. The lock screen wallpaper was still the default blue sky and white clouds. "It's okay," he waved to the driver, "just drive to a warmer place."

It's really good-looking and quite interesting. Daily.

It's okay. It has a feeling of urban extraordinary from many years ago. There is nothing toxic about it. It is suitable for those who like to watch urban extraordinary. Recommendation index 8.5+