That Day I Picked up a Future from the Grave

Chen Mo is twenty-four years old and works as an ordinary worker. His greatest achievement in life is paying rent on time at the end of the month. That year during Qingming Festival, he picked up a diary beside his grandfather's grave. Turning to the first page, a line of words penetrated the back of the paper: "For those who come after me, I have died in battle. A mortal body is comparable to a god." After Chen Mo read it, his first reaction was: Who is this? The copywriting is more sensational than ours. But he practiced anyway. Because idleness is idleness, and the diary feels warm to the touch, as if someone has just closed it with the palm of his hand still on the cover. Later, he broke off the aluminum alloy table legs, turned over stones with his bare hands for three days in the no-man's land of the Qilian Mountains, and meditated with 43-degree spring water in his mouth. The blood vessels in his body were as hot as if they had been treated with hot oil. There lived an arrogant old man in the diary. He scolded him for half his life, and wrote one stroke after another at the end: "Okay, I will accompany you to the end." Later, he melted his last breath into the sky. Decades later, another child picked up the diary while visiting a grave during the Qingming Festival. The moment he opened it, the pages were hot. There is only one line of writing on it, and there is an extra line of crooked handwriting, like an old man added it secretly when no one was paying attention: "A mortal body is comparable to a god. Come on." The wind blew over, warm. ——A story about an ordinary person who lives his life like the sky.