Suiyuan City.

Wei Wencang fumbled to turn on the lamp on the desk, and before he knew it, he was lying here and falling asleep.

Fortunately, it's not winter, otherwise I would have to get a bad cold. Wei Wencang thought.

He rubbed his eyes, yawned, stretched, and got up to look out the window.

As soon as the sky was bright, the street lights near the house were broken for a long time, and no one came to repair them. There is no traffic on the narrow asphalt road, and on the opposite side is a similar four-storey housing building, next to which is an asphalt road, separated by a polluted green river with trees on both sides, and the surroundings are eerily quiet.

Wei Wencang didn't know when the river was polluted, and it had been in his memory for as long as he could remember.

Wei Wencang sat down gently, and he looked at the letter with a stamp torn open on the desk, on which was written a row of addresses: No. 924, Group 8, Zhongxing Village, Tangwan Town, Binjiang District, Suiyuan City, Zhejiang Province.

The recipient is Wei Wencang.

Wei Wencang poured out the admission letter inside, some miscellaneous college introductions and medical insurance information forms that needed to be filled out, and divided them into categories.

The title of the notice is "Gold List Title".

Wei Wencang: Congratulations on your admission to Xikang Bird of Paradise College, majoring in financial management, with a duration of four years, please report to Xikang Pingxi on September 12, 2016.

"I'm going to college......" Wei Wencang muttered to himself.

Originally, he wanted to go to junior college, but his father wanted him to go to undergraduate. After all, there is a huge difference between the bachelor's degree and the junior college diploma, and with his grades, it is only enough for three books, and the tuition fee also costs a lot, which is a big burden for families with average economic conditions.

The corners of Wei Wencang's mouth hooked up a far-fetched and self-deprecating arc, he tried hard to imagine college life, with his introverted personality, I'm afraid he won't be popular anywhere, right?

But what does it matter? He's used to being bullied and abused in junior high school, he's used to being ignored and ignored in high school, and he's used to being ignored and ignored in college...... Hehehe, the devil knows.

Sometimes he has been dazzling, and has published seven or eight thoughtful articles, but what is the use of that? No one cares about him, rejects him like a devil.

Wei Wencang picked up the black pen on the desk, propped up his tired eyelids, and wrote in his notebook:

I don't need praise, just ridicule and ridicule.

A madman must have the appearance of a madman, a fool must have the image of a fool, and an idiot must have the consciousness of an idiot.

The darkness can never see the light, and the light can never see the darkness.

This is the world of the bright, and here is the world of the cheerful.

The thinkers are condensed into sculptures, and the melancholy bears the scars.

All I know is that critics don't need to speak epics generously, they just need to put pen to paper and squander myths.

He often thinks that maybe he is too withdrawn, always immersed in his personal world, introverted girls can have girlfriends, introverted boys?

He had friends, and he was grateful to everyone who was willing to be friends with him, but what about them? When they were giggling and messing with their new friends, only Wei Wencang was squatting in the corner licking his wounds, unwilling tears flowing in his lonely pupils, and he whimpered lowly.

He had always been the outcast, and he tried to contact them, praying that they would care about him, even if it was a simple greeting, but even that became a luxury—either no news or a cold and perfunctory feeling.

Even those who are in the dark always yearn for the day when they shine brightly, like a diamond wrapped in black mud. However, some people find that they are just a stone, and even if they break through the black mud, they will not be able to attract anyone's attention.

So, they had to desperately look for the rocks around them, and they were able to pile themselves up and stand on a high place, but so what? People noticed you, but it didn't mean that you could play with them, you wanted to shout, but you were stones, so you couldn't speak, you struggled and you rolled down the pile.

At this time, you finally feel pain, convulsions and retract your tears, no longer moving, just hoping that you can quietly crouch in the corner and peep. Although your outward appearance is not hurt, your heart is as cold as stone.

This is Wei Wencang's motto.

If only she were.

A touching smile gradually appeared in Wei Wencang's mind.

Yan Shuhui is the girl he met in high school, she is his first love, but the two only maintain a relationship as ordinary friends.

The first time he chatted with her on QQ, he was excited and nervous.

She is beautiful, lively, and cheerful, like a soft light, flashing with a warm current at all times, stimulating Wei Wencang's heart.

Wei Wencang is not good at revealing confessions, but he has made many subtle hints to her.

Yan Shuhui sensed his intentions and comforted him and said, Well, we can be friends.

As a result, Wei Wencang really regarded her as a friend, he was so honest, so stupid, not to be polluted, not to try to take a step.

In countless dreams, she is a goddess who is high, and Wei Wencang is just a passer-by who is not tall or white.

Fortunately, there were a few times when passer-by A also acted as a classmate of the goddess, and in the end, he was either sad or laughed in a dream, but woke up with a sad ending.

Yan Shuhui likes to tend to be lively and gossip-like, such as: Do you think boys wear nail polish?

Wei Wencang thought about it and replied seriously: It depends on what color it is, if it is red and yellow, it should be considered a mother, I think it is not incomprehensible that some boys wear nail polish, mainly because of psychological problems.

Yan Shuhui paused for a long time before replying, she said, I want you to say one word directly, mother, and then I promised: Hey, son, really good.

Wei Wencang was stunned for a while, frowned, and said, I don't think this game is fun, and my mother will call you old.

Yan Shuhui immediately made a sweat-wiping expression, and she said she surrendered.

Wei Wencang's topics tend to be serious, such as: Can friends chase friends?

Yan Shuhui replied to him: In that case, a friend is not a friend.

Wei Wencang didn't dare to continue to ask, he guessed that what she meant was that it was better for you and me to simply break off our relationship.

In fact, he wanted to say, if I like you one day, if you have a partner, then I will not be miserable? The truth is that he has already liked her, and she already has a person to look at.

Wei Wencang didn't know why he was sad, but he was just sad, an indescribable sadness, so sad that his heart faintly began to cramp, so sad that he wanted to cry.

At that moment, Wei Wencang felt that the whole world had deceived him.

The ocean-like deep and vast pain shrunk into a heavy trickle, it was like a ** squirt, suddenly discharged a small part from the tear glands, and then suddenly fell back like a low tide, and then repeatedly shuttled between the heart and the stomach, reverberating, surging. This kind of pain hurts the soul, just like Ling Chi is as hard as Ling Chi.

In this way, he likes to stay quietly in a place, a place where there is no noise, no noise, he is alone, looking at the withered black wood, watching the shrunken and colorless leaves falling with the wind, listening to the sound of it falling to the ground, as light as the whisper of Yan Shuhui a hundred meters away in a dream.

The smiling faces are twisted to the extreme, and every movement is a great irony - everyone seems to be his lifelong enemy.

Now, she is gone, and she has completely cut off contact with him.

He remembered that she had promised him that she would not delete him, and lo and behold, he foolishly believed it.

"WC, you're a good guy. Yan Shuhui once praised Wei Wencang like this.

As for this WC...... It was his nickname in high school, and the first time he heard his roommate give him the nickname WC, he was depressed for a long time. At first, when they called him WC, he didn't react, just thinking that WC was not him, but later, when the whole class called him that, he was forced to acquiesce to the insulting name.

Well, it doesn't matter, at least WC is better than the aliens and alie in junior high school

Good.

Yan Shuhui is different from others, when Wei Wencang explained to her that he didn't like the nickname WC, she realized her mistake and changed her name to Wei Wenchang Fenqing.

But now Wei Wencang is so pitiful that only he is nostalgic for others, and others are not qualified for him. He is like a cheap maid who was beaten into the cold palace by the emperor in ancient times, and there is no other way but to kneel and kowtow to fate and feel sorry for himself.

Parallel universes.

Wei Wencang, who was in a melancholy mood, suddenly thought of a word he had seen in a scientific magazine.

The so-called parallel universe refers to other universes that are both similar and different from the original universe that are separated from a certain universe and exist parallel to the original universe.

He imagined that maybe there was the same earth in that universe, the same country called China, maybe there was less population than here, and family planning was not like here when it was opened to having a second child in 2000, maybe it was delayed until 2015, 16 years.

Maybe there is a province called Zhejiang Province, but most likely, there is no Suiyuan City, but he also exists, he exists in the Suiyuan City that is not called Suiyuan City, and he is meditating with him.

Wei Wencang ran through his hair with both hands, and a large amount of dandruff peeled off and turned into a routing moth under the lamp. He didn't want to go to that parallel universe, he just wanted to see, to see if that he was the same as his own existence...... Worst.