On the day he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, Cheng Ran did the math: he had a deposit of 20,000 yuan and one year left to live, which was equivalent to 50 yuan a day.
Then he discovered that life can really be sold.
When the smog comes, people-eating things come out of the fog. You have to burn your own life candle to see them. Burn one life in exchange for nine days' worth of money.
Others exchanged their lives for money is an adjective, and he exchanged his life for money is a declarative sentence.
The fortune teller said he was an anomaly: the candle was only one inch long, but the flame was brighter than anyone else's, and one candle burned as much as ten others.
Cheng Ran was happy. You get squeezed by your boss at work, you get squeezed by God when you're sick, and it's all about consumables, so it's better to set the price yourself.
Until he discovered that money can buy candles, and candles can extend his life. It turns out that life is really clearly marked with a price.
In the remaining year, he has to sell it at a good price.
Reader comments
It's very interesting. The plot of the novel is very logical and very interesting.
It's very interesting. The plot of the novel is very logical and very interesting.