Fate Record

Huo Yi'an remembered his short life like an old dream soaked in pain and loneliness. He was born with two fragile hearts - one was unable to beat in his chest, and the other was cracked by the alienation of his loved ones. Albinism makes him afraid of the sun, and his parents' "care" is more like an atonement performance, which eventually falls apart in mutual resentment. When he was eight years old, his father died of the same heart attack. The mother was already pregnant with someone else's flesh and blood. On the day of the funeral, no one held his hand. He stood alone in the wind in the cemetery, and suddenly felt that maybe there was no difference between death and leaving. But fate did not give him a peaceful ending. After my mother remarried, she gave birth to a daughter. She was fair and fair, smiled whenever she saw anyone, and was extremely healthy. The younger sister's name is Bai Miao. She runs around the house all day long, with a voice so loud that it can knock off the roof. Huo Yian sat in the corner and looked at her, unable to explain what he felt in his heart. The more you think he is not good enough, the more he will do it to show you. He studied hard, ranked first in the exam, won a certificate, and became "someone else's child" in the eyes of his relatives. When she got home, she took the initiative to take care of her sister, changing diapers, making milk powder, and putting her to bed. She did it more efficiently than anyone else. No one taught him this, he learned it all on his own. When he was in junior high school, he had his first friend in his life. That friend taught him how to play games and chatted with him to play "Destiny" together. But when I was in my first year of high school, my friend disappeared during a trip. He became obsessed with the martial arts game called "Destiny". It's 3D, the picture is very detailed, but once he enters, he can't get out. In the game, he can run very fast, jump on rooftops, and knock people down with a sword. He is healthy, strong, a hero who can protect others, and more importantly, he has played with friends. "I want to become Lin Sanshui." When he said this, his eyes were so bright that he didn't look like someone who had been sick for a long time. On an ordinary Sunday before his 17th birthday, he suddenly fainted during evening self-study and the classroom became a mess. Sent to the hospital, had emergency surgery, and woke up with tubes all over his body. Lying on the hospital bed after the operation, I felt relieved. You don't have to go to class, you don't have to deal with anyone, you can just get into that game. He stared at Lin Sanshui on the screen - that character was riding in the rivers and lakes, drawing his sword to kill the enemy, and his life was much more enjoyable than him. It was as if that was the real him, and the body on the hospital bed was just a shell. On my birthday, my mother, Ms. Wen, came. No cake, no gift, just a piece of paper. Critical illness notification. Doctors said he wouldn't live more than a month. Ms. Wen stood by the bed, her eyes were red, and her lips moved for a long time without uttering a word. She probably finally thought of something to make up for. Remembering that he loved to play games, she took out her phone and bought a bunch of skins, which was not like her usual style. He did not refuse, nor did he have the strength to refuse. But then I lay in the dark and thought, this is probably the most expensive and useless birthday gift I have ever received in my life. He was sitting in front of the computer playing games. Lin Sanshui on the screen had just drawn his sword. His sister Bai Yanmiao called him from the balcony: "Brother, come and see, these flowers are blooming." He responded, stood up and walked over. My sister pointed at the pot of jasmine, smiling so hard that her eyes were crooked. He bent down and was about to take a closer look, when suddenly a force pushed from behind - not heavy, but extremely accurate, just enough to make him lose his balance. He didn't even have time to scream before he climbed over the balcony railing. The moment he fell, he heard his sister shouting "Brother" heartbreakingly. When he opened his eyes again, he saw a swordsman standing in front of him looking down at him. "Boy, are you also thrown out of this world?" He was lying on an unknown lonely peak, and the pain in his body miraculously disappeared, replaced by a strength he had never dared to imagine. And the swordsman was staring at him with a deadly look. Intention: Knights may be strong or weak in Kungfu, but they only have one thing in their hearts - all the people in the world.