Before Qin Yukou, the boss conveniently pulled a plastic bag from the wall in front of his face, which looked weak, and then skillfully put Qin Yu’s instant noodles in it. There was nothing Qin Yu could do about it.
Nai a wry smile Qin Yu can do this. Who calls this life?
Although he lives in this village in the city, Qin Yu still has to cross a road. Who calls this convenience store the nearest one to him? At the moment, he can walk across the road at a red light.
As the saying goes, when people get moldy, they will plug their teeth when they drink cold water. Today, Qin Yu shows that the king’s mold is moldy, so he is carrying his pocket in one hand and his instant noodles in the other. When waiting for the red light, a fast-moving car came to Qin Yu by the way.
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"The dead! ! ！”
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"Kill people! ! ！”
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"Call the police! ! ！”
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"Hit 12! ! ！”
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A burst of dazzling white followed by depravity and emptiness.
A moment of biting pain was followed by poverty, coldness and despair.
I can hear people shouting around me, I can smell the fragrance of flowers in the cold wind, I can feel a little warmth, my nose is slowly bursting, and I can feel the trembling of my mouth.
As the old saying goes, oh, let a man of spirit venture where he pleases doesn’t make a golden bottle to the moon.
Look at the bullshit life I’ve lived in my life. Life, life, life …
On my deathbed, this last consciousness in the emptiness disappears gradually in Qin Yu’s mind.
Chapter II Repatriation
Oh, let a man of spirit venture where he pleases, but Qin Yu’s life was interpreted worse. He didn’t highlight his family background, and he could strive for a better life through his constant efforts. He didn’t have the perfect face to let go of his yearning for love and chose to work hard to paralyze his spiritual world. He didn’t have the wisdom and intelligence to let himself constantly learn new knowledge and understand the road to life in new knowledge over and over again.
Qin Yu has always hated himself, his origins, his abilities, his encounters and his luck.
But in the final analysis, Qin Yushi looks down on himself. From time to time, he still thinks about what he would do if his life could be repeated.
But there is no this. If there is no everything, when the sudden white light maps Qin Yu’s eyes, fate has already made his future door cold.
There is no future, no past life, and there is no need to have too much love for past lives.
Qin Yu couldn’t hear the surrounding sounds, although he could still see the stars in the night, but he looked at the vitality in absentia, and his eyes dissipated and eventually faded.
Flowing chardonnay flies like sand when it is rainbow-like, staring vaguely at the exhausted night in front of me, looking at the star Qin Yu all over the sky in front of me, it becomes more and more profound. Suddenly, a light in this darkness appears, and he follows the white light that leads to the depths of his soul and intellectual man fit.
Qin Yu has never felt so comfortable. At this moment, he seems to have no pressure. He is so light and light, galloping towards the seemingly distant light without a trace of stagnation or nostalgia.
At this time, the surrounding area is no longer lonely, dark and glorious, and the glass beam quickly flies away from Qin Yu’s front to his back. Some star spots will instantly shuttle through his body and then disappear into the virtual space a second later. It’s as dazzling as the mirror world, as bizarre as it is fascinating as it is fascinating. Here, he can’t lift his head when he sees himself scolded by the manager, but then a picture jumps to his heart welfare home. Those abandoned children sit strangely and laugh and perform funny performances. All the scenes of the past are repeated here. It reflects that from graduating from college to returning to high school, from the laughter of friends to the naivety of childhood, the laughter and sorrow are played one by one, and the choices are entangled here. It is gradually forgotten, and the performance of the poor life is replayed, and then it has been backwards and backwards. When the baby cries suddenly, the whole world becomes unimportant, from pregnancy to cell, from cell to virtual, and finally into darkness again.
It seems that this moment will stop forever, never moving forward to the future or going backwards to history.
Everything became dark, and there was no sound and no response. At this moment, Qin Yu was alone in such an environment, and I don’t know how long he stayed.
If this is death …
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Everyone will think about one thing more or less, that is, if life can be repeated, if fate can make him live again, how many regrets will he leave for himself?
If a person can really live again, then should he live every day, every moment and every moment?