Death Day

The new article "Revisiting My Dad's College Era" has been published, welcome to take a look ~ [On the surface, he is gentle and gentle, but in reality, he is ruthless. Doctor x: On the surface, he is cynical, but in reality, he has a strong sense of responsibility.] Qu Chuan, the god of death who collects human souls, recently encountered a strange thing: There is a doctor named Chen Zhou who has no soul. Qu Chuan: It's haunted! Ghosts: Don't talk nonsense, we ghosts have souls. Qu Chuan: What a mess! Gods:? Don't worry, God has a soul too. Qu Chuan: ... Then, are you making trouble? Chen Zhou adjusted his glasses and smiled softly: Lord Death, I am just an ordinary doctor. It is not ordinary to say that he is ordinary, at least he has a trouble-making physique. The paper truck burned to the underworld ran into the human world and hit people, the girl who jumped to her death at school returned to class to kill others, the patients who recovered in the hospital suddenly died, and something else was mixed into the quarry workers... Qu Chuan: How come you didn't know about so many bad things in the Three Realms before? The world is in chaos! The ghosts took a sip of the soup: it tasted a bit strange, oh, it was rice with water. The gods took a sip of the soup: Is this the borscht that the angels in the West End love to drink? Hard as drinking. Qu Chuan: Am I talking about soup? Gods and ghosts are ruthless, but Qu Chuan is a good god of death. Adhering to the purpose of "serving the people", Qu Chuan stood in front of Chen Zhou: Don't be afraid of Dr. Chen, I will protect you. Chen Zhou said softly: Okay, thank you Master Qu. His eyes were covered by glasses and hidden in the darkness. Qu Chuan gradually discovered that someone was using these strange things to create a long-buried secret for himself. —— The wind on the rooftop was very strong. Chen Zhou stood against the wind and let the strong wind blow his clothes. The heavenly messenger floated in the air and stared at him: Chen Zhou, go to the heavenly court with me to accept punishment, that is the right path for you. If you insist on not leaving, Qu Chuan will have to suffer on your behalf. As the God of Death, he protects humans and commits such a crime... Chen Zhou took off his glasses and put them away neatly. The next second, a sword was thrust into the messenger's chest, silencing all his words. The messenger fell heavily and fell at Chen Zhou's feet. Chen Zhou stepped forward, kicked him upright, drew out his sword, and stabbed him in hard. Blood spattered half of Chen Zhou's face, and his gentle and affectionate peach blossom eyes were now only surly and ruthless. The messenger stopped breathing. Chen Zhou then stood up, looked at the dark night sky, and snapped his fingers. The layers of dark clouds dispersed instantly, and the moonlight softly fell on Chen Zhou's blood-stained face. He smiled. That secret was actually very shallow. He had planned for thousands of years and only wanted Qu Chuan to come back. Food guide: 1. The emotional plot develops together, 1v1 2. Three Realms: The God of Death is a god, the King of Ghosts is a ghost, and humans are humans. The background setting is mainly based on Chinese myths and legends, and draws on some Western myths. 3. Qu Chuan suffered, Chen Zhou attacked, he ………… Put a pre-acceptance below~ The original "Back to My Dad's College Days", after writing it, I found that this name is better, and other things are basically the same. It will be published around July. (The text is in third person, the "I" in the copywriting is the supporting role, the son of Gongshou, in this world men can give birth to children) ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ Alpha Gong I was born into a musical family. My mother is a top international pianist. In the noble Golden Hall of Vienna, my mother is noble and elegant. The golden light of the hall shines behind him, and she has an inviolable temperament around her. After the song ended, the audience burst into long-lasting and restrained applause. "Good!! Wonderful!! Bravo!!" This idiot shouting in the audience is my father. My father is a singer, and according to them, he is also some kind of king of Chinese pop music. Every time my father holds a concert, there is a chaotic dance of demons above and below. My mother was wearing a suit, sitting among these monsters and monsters, staring at the people on the stage with almost overflowing love. I have never understood how a cold and beautiful woman like my mother fell in love with a bad old man like my father. My mother: Actually, I was straight when I was in college, but your father turned me straight. My dad: No, honey, I remember I was straight when I was in college. You should have turned me into a straight man. Me: It is better to believe that you two are straight than to believe that I am Qin Shihuang. …… In an accident, my father died. I also traveled through time and space - to the time when my parents were in college. I cried so much that I sang "My Old Father" to my father who was only 20 years old. My parents were so scared. I was also quite frightened, because things were not right after I traveled through time. The one who skipped classes and surfed the Internet, who was called "Brother Shu" all the time, and who was the most handsome heartthrob at the Conservatory of Music in City D, was my mother? That person who studies and writes seriously, does morning exercises meticulously every morning, and always has a cold and handsome face, is my dad? No, it's the other way around, right? But my dad's idiotic attitude hasn't changed. They shared a dormitory with beds opposite each other, and my father could go the whole day without saying a word to my mother. When my mother came back drunk, he took off her clothes, wiped her face, covered her with a quilt, and washed her vomit-stained coat in a muffled voice. Me: Dad, where is the straight man we promised? My mother woke up the next morning and praised me as a snail girl. Seeing my mother go to practice singing with others, my father was extremely jealous, but he would just stand aside holding the music score and silently clenching his fists. I directly put my father's hand into my mother's hand, "Mom... No, Brother Yun Shu, Brother Su Quli wants to practice singing with you." My dad was anxious and was about to defend himself, but his hand was clenched. My mother tilted her head, the wind blew her long hair around her ears, and said with a smile, "Come on, Ali." Ah Li! He called him Ali! This is my mom's exclusive name for my dad! Just as I was laughing, the fifteen-year-old moonlight shone on my dad. My dad, as if suddenly having a convulsion, grabbed my mom's waist and tried to kiss her face. According to my mother's usual fighting style, he could have beaten my father away, but he didn't. After accepting the kiss, my mother raised her eyes and stared at my father motionlessly with watery eyes. Me: Mom, where's the straight guy we agreed on? ! ! The reason why my father went crazy is that when the moon shines on the 15th day of every month, the father who died in the future will also travel to this era. After we have been together for a long time, my mother is a sensitive person, so she naturally noticed that something was wrong. Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he asked me, "Xiaoshu, do you think Ah Li is weird?" I didn't dare to breathe: "What's this weird method?" "Most of the time, he is very cold. But occasionally, he becomes very enthusiastic... Md, isn't he crazy because he reads too much?" If you think too much, mom, he is just getting older and becoming more coquettish. My mother touched her mouth and asked strangely: "Isn't he a straight man?" I'm also surprised: Mom, don't you call yourself a straight man? And Mom, who would have thought that someone as noble as you would be wearing slippers and squatting with me smoking at the entrance of the Art Palace more than ten years ago! …… When the old father transformed into a young man, where did the young father go? Bai Yunshu lost her husband and her son was in coma. He no longer plays the piano and lives in a state of confusion every day. It wasn't until the fifteenth of every month that I saw that young, familiar yet unfamiliar face. The young Su Quli had no power to resist in front of the familiar Bai Yunshu. Son: Su Shu, father: Su Quli, mother: Bai Yunshu Tips: 1. Third person, dual perspective, some son's perspective will be mixed in the early stage. 2. 1V1 double cleansing, there will be a bit of reality, an adult fairy tale. 3. In the early stage, there was a double secret love, but in the later stage, there was a lot of pulling and reuniting. Concept: Life is perfect because of regrets