Quickly Wear and Strive to Improve Yourself

When Luo Yi opened her eyes, the tip of her nose first caught the smell of firewood and pine wood. It was different from the smell of car exhaust and takeaway food in the city in her previous life. It was bitter and down-to-earth, and it suddenly pulled her out of her chaotic consciousness. She moved her fingers and felt that all the bones in her body had a childlike delicacy, and her palms were slightly calloused - as if they had been worn out by doing light housework for many years. His eyes slowly swept around. The khaki walls were covered with old newspapers, and the corners were curled and yellowed. The roof was made of thick wooden beams, with strings of dried corn and red peppers hung on the beams. There was a wooden table with peeling paint next to the window, and a chipped porcelain bowl on the table. There were still traces of rice soup on the bottom of the bowl. "Am I dead?" Luo Yi muttered in her heart, and the last memory suddenly came to her mind: She worked overtime until late that night, and she was walking in the alleyway home. The street lamp was broken and it was pitch black. Suddenly, there was nothing under her feet. She fell into the sewer without a manhole cover, and was instantly flooded by the cold sewage.