It Turns Out I'm Not Mentally Ill.

[Please give me a five-star review when finished! Please! (Refill)] Lin Jianyuan, 27 years old, is a social worker. Ever since I fainted after working overtime and was sent to the hospital, I have seen many strange things every day. Such as the vines emerging from the pupils of my colleagues' eyeballs. For example, the boss ruptured his trachea and spit out a frog during a meeting. For example, after commuting for 2 hours, I finally got home from get off work and opened the door with my tired body, only to find a pink independent digestive system opening and closing its mouth with a smile and saying to him: You are back. Do you take a shower and eat first, or me? Lin Jianyuan: Isn't it still raw when you act like this? How do you eat it? Lin Jianyuan suspected that his brain was burned out. When he went to the hospital, the doctor said that he might be too tired from work and stayed up too late to have hallucinations. Doctor: Don't feel any psychological pressure. Just relax. Lin Jianyuan breathed a sigh of relief: It turns out I am mentally ill. After being diagnosed with mental illness, Lin Jianyuan became energetic. A colleague said that his eyes were getting blurry when looking at the computer and he felt like he was going blind. He used his backhand to pull out the squeaking vines. My colleague's eyes, which take up half of his face, have become dazzling again, and he can now work passionately on the computer with 31 fingers. The boss had to have a meeting after get off work, and the little mouth on his throat kept spitting out frogs. Lin Jianyuan caught them in a net and took the frogs all over the floor back for extra meals, which he treated as overtime pay in kind. The digestive system said it was okay after eating, and would rub him with his throat at night, making him wet and cold like some kind of reptile. Cute. ... Yes, even the unfamiliar digestive system at home seemed more and more cute to him the more he looked at it. One day I even started to think, well, I have a mouth after all. A kiss? Lin Jianyuan gradually came to terms with his mental illness, and his life was getting better and better. Until one day, the Special Heresy Administration came to his door and asked him in shock: Did you tear the A-level heretic [Eye Vine] into pieces? Did you contain the S-class heretic [Frog Rain]? ? Lin Jianyuan: Heresy? What heresy? You say my colleague and boss are heretics, then what is my digestive system wife? Lin Jianyuan pulled out his wife who was shyly hiding behind him. Administration: ... Super S-class alert! Requesting support from high-level combatants! Regional severe pollution warning! Disperse the civilians! Disperse the civilians! Disperse the civilians! ! ! Lin Jianyuan:? It turns out I'm not mentally ill. But Lin Jianyuan thought for a while and thought that his wife was still his wife. After all, he had kissed her on the lips. He protected his wife behind him and said: Baby, don't be afraid. I protect you. A huge flesh-red shadow is revealing its true form: ... Hmm. (Shy) So the management office watched helplessly as the pollution level on the instrument disappeared instantly. Authority:? No, wife? ? ? Do you call that super S-class heretic [Evil Realm] your wife? ! 1. My wife is the attacker 2. This article is also called "My Digestive System [Love]" Pre-collection of "Sonnets of a Survivor" on tape Copywriting: Twenty years after the disaster, Ying Zhong decided to come to a strange town and start over. . Huge vines cling to the buildings, and their thick roots split the viaducts. In the devastated wasteland of the apocalypse, a scholar with emerald eyes came to him and said to him: Take me to the end of the world. . "When Antarctica becomes a sea of fire, and the tears of glaciers burn into steam..." Ying Zhong looked up at the poems left by the victims twenty years ago on the wall at the end of the prison. . "This poem is not finished, there is still one last sentence left." The scholar suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder had a collapsed expression on his face, and 30,000 flesh-red tentacles were tangled and squirming under the scholar's coat. "Help me finish writing." The scholar skillfully took out a piece of gold one after another, "Help me finish writing, help me finish writing..." Ying Zhong reached out and touched his head: "But I am illiterate. You know, I was only eight years old when the disaster happened..." "!" The non-anthropologist was deeply hit and melted into a puddle of despair slime. Ying Zhong laughed and reached out to take his notebook. Below the remaining poem written in all languages, solemnly add the last sentence. . When Wei Ze's heart moved with the bell, he didn't understand human emotions yet. Wait until Wei Ze understands his intention... Tsk. It turns out that the wasteland world is full of his love rivals. . "Every winter ends with spring." ——Camus The wasteland is in tatters, and there are always people mending it. The heartthrob of Gentle Brother is attacked by x-person foreign scholars (Manuscript saved 23w) Intention: The world will be changed by idealists.