[PS: This article is written by Miss Dr. Reader, a book friend, I personally like it]

Xiao Lou in the parallel world - Rebirth said that when people die, they will recall all the experiences in this life, and Xiao Lou thought of it when he let gravity pull him.

The fat man behind him was still howling heartbreakingly: "You little sassy fox dare to scratch me!"

Oh, this harsh sound. Xiao Lou thought. Instead of panicking, the near-death experience calmed him down, and the peace of mind left him to laugh at the fact that his life experience was so poor that even the time to look back on his life before he died was not enough to fill the few seconds he had fallen from the fifth floor.

In the short memories, he never seemed to get a trace of peace, the quarrels at home when he was a child, the quarrels of the brothers who entered the industry at the age of four, the beating and scolding of the master, the noisy gongs and drums on the stage, the contending silk strings, the fat man's ridicule "a play, what a shelf", and in the end only a "small building" remained.

That is the only person he loves in his life, his seventh senior brother Duan Lanquan, will play with him, will comfort him, will secretly give him candy to eat, and firmly believes that he will be able to sing the famous seventh senior brother, the seventh senior brother who was hurt by him and broke his leg.

Senior Brother Seven, they're right, I'm just a piece of waste. Without me, you can live a little more relaxed.

His consciousness seemed to drift farther and farther away. It's almost time to get to the underworld. Xiaolou thought. After drinking this bowl of Meng Po soup, I only wish-

The face is ugly and strange, and the next life will not enter the pear orchard.

"Drink, cough, cough, cough......" coughing and panting with difficulty, only to hear a sound, Xiaolou covered his neck and opened his eyes.

Although there were still tears in his eyes, he clearly saw that this was not the place he had been—not the opulent and luxurious hotel agreed upon by Fu, not the hospital, not the rented house of the seventh senior brother—his home.

"...... here" Xiao Lou was shocked, and subconsciously looked down at his hand, only to find that a thin and twisted hand was holding a blood-stained gold ring.

Xiao Lou trembled and raised his hands in front of his eyes. What kind of hands are these, rough calluses and bulging veins tangled in the skin that looks like chicken skin, and the tendons under the skin distort the shape of the fingers like ghost claws.

"This ...... Is this my ......" He jerked to his feet and stumbled to the dressing mirror not far away. The mirror reflected the image of a demon in hell: the man's body was twisted like a dead tree, his muscles twisting to make him stiff, but his back was as stiff as a sword. A face of dry skin wrapped around the muscles twisted into a grimace that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the mirror, and the ghostly man in the mirror also trembled and stretched out his hand.

In an instant, hot tears burst out of my eyes.

He knelt down in front of the mirror, which was uneven and had black spots in the corners, and let the tears wet his face.

He looked around.

It was apparently a makeshift dwelling, old and simple, but damp and dark like a coffin.

Xiaolou stood up and opened the curtains, and the neon lights outside the window and the noise of the crowd poured in, making this cramped room come from the underworld.

He couldn't wait to open the window, let the noisy human fireworks fill his nose, the heart in his chest was beating vigorously, all these vivid feelings told him that he was still alive.

It's good to be alive.