I Am Fishing in a Fairy Boat to Recover from My Injuries

I'm from hell. Not a metaphor. A gray, endless place where decks are painted and shells are moved every day. I lived there for twenty years without a name, only a number. A storm threw me out. When I woke up, I was lying in a place called the Black Tower Space Station. The air was clean and the sheets were soft. A girl with pink hair said, "You're safe." Then I was thrown into the Immortal Boat Luofu. Taibusi took me in. Non-staff temporary workers have the lowest salary, and their work station is in the east wing against the wall. Sitting next door is a woman named Qingque. Her daily job is to fish, play cards, and take a nap. She said she was my senior fisherman, and I said I had experienced hell. She said, "You are in Taibus now, next to me. Safe." I don't believe in fate. But I believe her. She brought me breakfast and said she bought too much. She gave me the coat to wear and said she had two. She asked if I wanted the 10,000 yuan in my hand. I said I would do nothing if you type it out. She said: "I won't fight, I'll wait for you to get it." There is more and more money in my pocket. There are only four tickets for ten thousand, and I have saved ten. I have fourteen whiteboards, all blank, with nothing on them. There was a ginkgo leaf in the case file, blown in from far away. This is not a save-the-world story. Without the awakening of fate, without the favor of the Star God, no one chooses me. I just crawled out of hell and was slowly covered in warmth by a fish-fishing woman in the corner of Taibusi. She said the sun would come out tomorrow. I said see you tomorrow. Daily/Pure Love/Healing/Slow Heat