At the beginning of July 1987, Qu City, Zhejiang Province.

It's the rainy season, and the atmosphere is a bit dreary, and the air is hot and dry. The weather in the south is like the pretty face of the girl's house, it changes when it is said, it always catches people off guard, the sky is still clear a moment ago, as if it can blow people out of oil, with a cool breeze sweeping through, blowing away the dry heat, but also blowing thick dark clouds.

In a short time, raindrops the size of peanuts were already falling from the sky. On an unknown hillside, stood a straight figure, flat head, white shirt, green army pants, army belt, liberation shoes. In front of this figure is a tombstone, the young man looked at the tombstone in a daze, there was no sadness or joy in his eyes, only an indescribable emptiness, a person and a monument, just like this, he accepted the baptism of rain, wet his face, and also wet the inscription on the stele, indescribable loneliness.

Whoa

A bolt of lightning flashed and shone for a while, illuminating the originally dreadly world, and suddenly, the tip of the lightning needle went straight towards the figure, and then the young man fell straight down.

I don't know how long it took, the fallen young man's eyelids moved, and he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were no longer full of holes, and his eyes reflected the electric light that flickered from time to time, and the dazed blankness seemed to overflow.

The young man moved his hands and struggled to stand up, he looked at the tombstone in front of him, and then looked at the misty city in the distance, and his eyes still did not change the blank look.

The young man slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his strong chest and abs, and let the rain wash down, the rain running down his face and his body. He opened his mouth and his throat twitched, as if he wanted to say something.

Roar!

Suddenly, he tensed the muscles of his body, opened his powerful arms, and raised his head to let out a roar. The white shirt fluttered in the wind, and the lightning shone brightly, illuminating the heavens and the earth, as well as his face.

His name is Michael, and he grew up in kindergarten since he was a child, and he is an orphan with Asperger's syndrome, commonly known as the genius disease. Since he was sensible, he has found that he is different from others, and he has a memory and learning ability that is far beyond ordinary people.

But this did not make him much happy, because God was fair and gave him a smart brain, but he also suffered from social phobia, he did not say a word since he was a child, he always hid in the corner alone, and his world was colorless.

Shortly after turning 16, he escaped from the orphanage. A person walks aimlessly on the road and lives a life of peace with what comes his way.

During that time, Xu Jing relied on the sketching skills he taught himself in the orphanage to paint portraits for a living, and in four or five years, he traveled to dozens of cities in the north and south of the Yangtze River, until he came to Hengdian Film and Television City. He saw with his own eyes how a person in reality interprets another life, obviously alone, but can live several, dozens of completely different lives.

For Michael, whose way of thinking is very different, this discovery is no less shocking to him than a man who is lost in the desert and suddenly sees an oasis not far away, although in reality it is only a mirage. Because his life was originally colorless, he lived like a bird without direction, he just kept flying and flying, when he was thirsty, he would go to the river to drink a sip of water, and when he was tired, he would find a branch to take a nap, whether to fly to the south or to the north, it didn't mean anything to him.

Since then, Michael has had a place to stay for a long time, although it is not a home.

Life is finally painted with a little color. Since then, Michael has either painted portraits of tourists in the film and television city to earn living expenses, or watched how others interpret other people's lives from a distance on the set, and then hid in his comfort zone and constantly watched movies and television through the Internet to collect film and television materials and related books.

In order to better understand foreign films and listen to the original soundtracks of foreign films, I taught myself English, French, and Japanese, which are relatively easy to learn, through the Internet, and then imagined myself to be a character in a movie and television and perform an alternative life.

These films and television have become Michael's spiritual food and the most indispensable part of Michael's life. Later, Michael was not even a simple fantasy, but a deeper level of self-hypnosis, completely substituting into the character in his mind to feel the joys, sorrows and sorrows of the character, splitting all kinds of personalities.

Until 2020, on the same hillside, in the same changing rainy season, a light shining on the whole world flashed and hit Michael.

The summer rainstorms come and go quickly, and the rain has gradually subsided.

After calming down, Xu Jing wiped the rain from his face, buttoned the buttons on his shirt one by one, turned around and looked at the grave for a while, his heart was full of complexity, and then walked down the mountain along the path.

Xu Jing is the name of the original owner of this body, Michael inherited his body, and naturally inherited his name.

In '87, Qushi was far from having the high-rise buildings that followed, mostly four or five storey houses, and the streets were much cleaner after the baptism of heavy rain, at least there was no dusty scene.

Walk into a five-story building and go straight up to the fourth floor. When I walked to the turning point between the third and fourth floors, suddenly, there was a "bang", and a bunch of tape fragments were scattered all over the ground. Xu Jing was taken aback and looked at the scene in front of him in a daze.

It turned out that there was a little girl about twelve or thirteen years old who was sitting on the steps with a bunch of tapes in her hand, and the handrails of the stairs were made of cement, so Xu Jing didn't see her and hit her straight.

At this moment, the little girl was crying aggrievedly, looking at the tape fragments on the ground with tears in her eyes.

Xu Jing opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't say anything.

Although he is no longer the Michael with social difficulties in his previous life, when he really faces others to communicate, he finds that it seems not to be so easy, the physical obstacles have been overcome, but there are still many psychological obstacles. just looked at the little girl in a daze, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.

The little girl also seemed to feel that the atmosphere was a little abnormal, raised her head to look at Xu Jing, who was a little stupid but deep, blinked her reddened eyes, and let tears overflow her eyes and slowly flow down her cheeks.

After a while, Xu Jing reached out and took out a white handkerchief from his trouser pocket, the handkerchief was very white and clean, not stained with mud like a shirt. He reached out and handed it to the little girl, motioning for her to wipe her tears.

The little girl looked at the handkerchief handed over by Xu Jing, but did not answer it, rolled her eyelids, and looked at Xu Jing again. Xu Jing glanced at the handkerchief in his hand, only to find that the handkerchief had already been wet with the rain along with his clothes in his pocket, and his expression was a little embarrassed and embarrassed.

"Puff"

The little girl couldn't help laughing when she looked at the embarrassment of the big boy in front of her, but she realized that she was still crying just now, and now it seemed a little inappropriate to laugh again, and it was quite shameless, so she immediately stopped her voice, snatched the handkerchief from Xu Jing's hand, and wiped it on her face.

"Why are adults always reluctant to understand children's thoughts, or are they just like that when they were children?" said the little girl, wiping away her tears.

Xu Jing was inexplicably asked by the little girl's sudden question, and opened his mouth slightly, but only shook his head to show that he didn't know the answer either.

Seeing Xu Jing shaking his head, the little girl thought he was saying no, and her eyes dimmed a little.

Xu Jing couldn't stand this atmosphere, and seeing that the little girl didn't seem to have any problems, he quickly stepped to the fourth floor, and disappeared into the left corner in a blink of an eye.

"Hey, hey, you don't want your handkerchief!" came the voice of a little girl faintly behind her.

Open the door, walk in quickly, close the door, and lean your head against the door for a long exhale. The scene just now brought Xu Jing a lot of pressure, he was very eager to communicate with people normally, instead of hiding in his own world like in his previous life, but the road still had to be walked step by step, it was impossible to be unable to communicate with people the day before, and he could talk to people the next day.

Finally relaxed, Xu Jing looked around the room, a two-bedroom house, the facilities are very simple, a set of sofa coffee table in the living room, a few enamel teacups on the coffee table, a thermos water bottle in two rooms, one of which is empty, and the other room is a wardrobe except for the bed, the quilt on the bed is neatly fallen, and even the sheets are torn without a trace of wrinkles.

Walking into the room, in front of the wardrobe, Xu Jing's tall figure was reflected on the full-length mirror on the wardrobe, about one meter eight tall, and he looked like a medium height in the north more than ten years later, in this era of relatively poor nutrition, this height was also considered a tall man; his face was a little thin, his lips and chin had some sparse beards, and with a pair of deep eyes, the whole person looked like he was twenty years old; Very recognizable handsome, with a kind of manly spirit.

took a shower, looked at the time, it was already eight o'clock, Xu Jing felt a wave of exhaustion all over his body, today's physical consumption is not small, so he turned off the light and lay down on the bed, but he couldn't sleep, thinking about this unbelievable thing that happened today.

In the hillside grave is Xu Jing's grandfather, a veteran of the Anti-Japanese War who has fought a hundred battles, and in his early years, he made a lot of achievements with a kung fu called Jiuzhou Quan and then fused with the technique of battlefield killing, but because he was uneducated, he never came out, but he followed an old chief who was not low in rank and worked as a guard for many years.

Xu Jing was born in Yanjing in 70, his father is the son of Yang Laosan's old comrade-in-arms, and he was entrusted to Yang Laosan early, when Xu Jing was not sensible, Xu's father was killed by a stray bullet in the turmoil, and Xu's mother remarried, Xu Jing followed Yang Laosan, called Yang Laosan grandfather, and learned boxing and foot kung fu with him on weekdays.

Xu Jing is a good seedling of martial arts, very talented, there is no child in the army compound is his enemy, which made Yang Laosan proud for many years, but later as Xu Jing grew older, he found that Xu Jing's physical fitness was super high, but his intelligence was defective, and his intelligence stopped developing when he was equivalent to a normal child's eleven or twelve years old. This made Yang Laosan sigh for many years, but he did not give up teaching him kung fu.

After the turmoil ended, Yang Lao also came up in the third year, left the compound, and took Xu Jing to visit old friends all over the country, and experienced Xu Jing by the way. In 83 years, he even threw him into the battle of the two mountains in the south to temper him.

Xu Jing did not disappoint him, even if he was only eleven or twelve years old, he still relied on his transcendent martial arts talent, he did not leave a scar on his body, and he made many meritorious contributions.

It wasn't until the beginning of the eighth or seventh year that Yang Laosan seemed to feel that his life was coming to an end, so he took him away from the southern battlefield and returned to Yanjing.

After Yanjing spent a few months with Yang Laosan, Yang Laosan left and asked to be cremated to bury his ashes in his hometown Qushi.

So, the head of the compound arranged for someone to place the ashes of Xu Jing and Yang Laosan in Qu City, which led to what happened to Xu Jing today.

Lying on the bed, Xu Jing's thoughts were fluttering, today's experience was too incredible. For the new students who are about to start, there is not much resistance, and there is no excitement, and now he is a little confused, as if he is still the same bird, not knowing how to fly south and north.

Unconsciously, Xu Jing thought of the little girl he met on the stairs this afternoon, and he didn't have time to remember more, so he fell asleep in a daze.