Zhong Yan is a junior student who likes to stay at home and read danmei novels. The so-called rotten boy is gay nine times out of ten. Yes, he is gay.
Because I couldn't find the internship I wanted to do and I had just broken up with my scumbag ex-husband, I was so sad and angry that I stayed in my room and read novels for three days and three nights.
His parents go to the company every day and leave early and come back late. His eldest brother is studying abroad and has no control over him. The aunt at home comes to cook regularly every day, so he successfully does not starve to death at home.
After not sleeping for three days, he suddenly wanted to go to the shopping mall opposite the community to buy some vanilla-flavored ice cream. The boss in the community wouldn't buy it because he didn't like it, so he kept a large box at home every time. Today, there was no more in the refrigerator, so he had to go all the way out of the community and cross a three-lane road to buy it.
An unsurprising surprise came. Zhong Yan was hit by a red sports car while holding an ice cream on a zebra crossing. He watched the ice cream that he had not yet eaten take off in the same parabola as him. The scenery in front of him kept changing, and finally the frame in front of his eyes went black.
He felt that his body was floating lightly in the sky. He couldn't feel his body. Do people really have souls? !
Zhong Yan wandered for a long time. In fact, he couldn't see anything, and there was no black and white impermanence to guide him. He didn't meet other spirits. There was nothing, just the chaotic rise and fall of consciousness.
Zhong Yan struggled to open his eyes. His whole body was sticky, and the surrounding temperature was so sultry that it felt like he was trapped in a plastic bag. The dazzling sunlight shined on his eyelids from between the broken tiles, and he rolled over with difficulty before opening his eyes.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't turn over. Once he turns over, he just feels dizzy and weak. Mom won't give him a nutritional injection, right? Really, her precious son was not injured to death by a red sports car, but was the first person to starve to death in a hospital bed.
No!
Zhong Yan glanced at the floor attentively. No matter how bad the hospital floor was, it couldn't be paved with yellow mud, right? The same goes for the ceiling that I didn't look at just now. Which hospital has a tiled ceiling? Still in tatters.
He got up from the bed with great strength. It turned out that the bed he was just lying on was a broken bed board. No wonder his flesh hurt.
Zhong Yan looked at the surrounding environment carefully. The place where he was staying now was even more shabby than the firewood shed in his hometown in the mountains. The shabby wooden doors, tattered paper windows, and shabby houses were all in tatters!
He quickly lowered his head and looked at the clothes he was wearing. Fortunately, they were not so tattered that they didn't cover his body. Although it wasn't that bad, at least it looked clean.
But why are you wearing ancient costumes? ! And his hair is all long!
Intention: Not to succumb to the so-called destiny