He died once, so he lived more sanely.
Zhang Weiguo returned to the autumn when he was twenty-six years old. The sweet-scented osmanthus had not yet fallen. His mother was chopping green onions in the kitchen and called him downstairs to eat noodles. The date on the phone was three years ago - the first day he came back from the army to prepare for the exam. At that time, he was two points short of being pushed into the quagmire, and finally jumped into the Liujiang River.
In this life, he remembered the application questions, who passed the knife, and the girl passing by under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.
But what he doesn't remember is——
If he had to do it again, would he still jump in that river?
He wants to live first.
Even though living requires more courage than dying.
