The rain has been falling, not much; Early summer, chilly, unpredictable.

Oxford, the famous city of the British Empire, the streets, bars, street lamps, and old trees are sunk in the rain.

A figure kneeling on the cement cofferdam next to the roots of the tree, supporting the trunk of the tree with one hand and black hair with the other, the navy blue long-sleeved T-shirt soaked by the rain and tightly wrapped around the body, highlighting the broad and strong back muscle group outline, the chicken waist-like muscle mass twitched for a while as the person retched from time to time.

Bout of vomiting......

The figure twisted his head abruptly, wiped the long sleeves of the T-shirt on his arm with his mouth, wiped his hand hard from his chin to his forehead, shook it, and rubbed it against the jeans on his thigh.

Raising his head, his face was like a big tree that had been struck by lightning in summer, half withered and half prosperous, half withered and half prosperous.

Dazed, surprised, and delighted, as messy as a grocery store, and as wonderful as an old artist's performance of Sichuan Opera changing his face, the black and white eyeballs and eyelids and eyebrows dancing together.

Maybe it was the rough gust of wind at the mouth of the alley in Oxford, maybe it was the expected rain of early summer in the British Empire, maybe it was the sour smell of putrid vomit from the roots of the trees that awakened his consciousness.

"I'm not dead, really, I'm not dead, really. The sky, the earth, it's really the angel sister who helps, I'm not dead yet. The young man kept muttering as he frantically collected his thoughts.

Don't think he's a psychopath, that's really not okay, because something even more unscientific happened to him.

In an ancient country far from the British Empire, in a business district not far from the new campus with the nameplate of a certain university, at the turn of an Internet café, next to an electric garbage truck, an unbelievable story happened in the early morning.

That happened after His Majesty the First Emperor came out of the Internet café hungry early in the morning.

"His Majesty the First Emperor" is the predecessor or name of the protagonist of this book, and the surname is one word, Qin; Daimyo: A single name, one word, said to begin.

Fang Ling: Born on May 1, 1992, died on May 11, 2016, at the age of ...... Oh, wrong, it's not dead yet, it's in youth, and it's the life of "reporting and peach blossoms blooming together".

Political outlook: League members, do not hold any positions in the regiment, have not quit the regiment, but basically have not participated in the activities of the regiment, and are in a state of leaving the regiment.

Marriage: Unmarried, cohabitation is not called marriage, now you can get married in college, and you are enjoying the hooligan love of not getting married, which belongs to the era of cohabitation.

Identity: Aspiring young people who are about to lose their jobs, and their parents don't give them meal tickets. Online games, which are not professional professions, really can't support themselves, so games, which are not professions, are about to be fired by him, and now they are ready to be unemployed prospective college graduates who have not officially graduated.

The four-year college career is coming to an end.

Love can't be eaten, you have to find food to eat, you can't starve to death, "Death by Injury". Need to end!

Youth can't fly forever on the football field of the university, and parents can't always face the loess with their backs to the sky, everything is in reincarnation. It must end!

Accompanied by nearly four years of semi-professional gaming in college...... Like a lover, not afraid of injury, not afraid of loneliness, not afraid of loneliness, can lack the obligation of single-mindedness, but have more condemnation of moral conscience, after all, can not be married for a lifetime, but also buy luxury goods, do not end the line? Come to an end!

In the graduation season, Lao Yan flew separately.

The most concerned game lover, lover game, then we will save it again.

So, our "His Majesty the First Emperor" started on Friday night, farewell friends went to the book, two days and three nights, and the super professional state was warm in the game.

Stealing fun, if you are leaving, forget yourself.

The phone alarm set earlier starts to alert, Monday, it's arrived.

"His Majesty the First Emperor" needs to be in the early dynasty.

Qin Shi nostalgically got up from the high-back sofa chair of the Internet café, quit regretfully, and turned off the phone.

"His Majesty the First Emperor" looked around at the Internet café, dim and dirty.

In the early morning, the sky is just bright, and if you wait to reach the open area, you will definitely be able to see the great miracle of the sun rising after many years of separation.

His Majesty the First Emperor, who was hungry, fluffy, red-eyed, handsome, and hobbly, took the key from the network manager, opened the door, closed the door, and then stepped on the clouds like a fairy descending to earth, stepping on the clouds, and relaxing in the direction of the school.

As soon as he turned a corner, an electric car loaded with garbage parked next to the green belt stood in front of the "First Emperor", and His Majesty the First Emperor consciously pulled it with his hand, swept a void, staggered, and hit his head at the edges and corners of the carriage.

The quiet, scattered commercial street buildings, the unclean, plum blossom-white garbage electric vehicles, and the branches of the green trees swaying in the air, everything came to an abrupt end.

The morning light, the breeze, the streets, the green belt, only that touch of blood destroys the harmony in it.

The prayer of the soul of "His Majesty the First Emperor" at this moment can only be matched by the tearing sound of the exhaust pipe of the car.

At this moment, "His Majesty the First Emperor" really regretted it!

At this prime age, love, friendship, and family affection have just tasted it, and this is over!

The sun has just risen, and before it has had time to experience thunder and lightning and wind and rain, to experience the magnificence of this rainbow, this is deprived!

What have I done for more than 20 years? I didn't do anything, and I'm immortalized!

The thoughts of "His Majesty the First Emperor" were like a montage in a movie, and they bloomed like a kaleidoscope in an instant.

At this moment, can His Majesty the First Emperor say to himself: "I do not regret that I have wasted my time, nor am I ashamed of doing nothing?" ”

At this moment, Qin Shi's consciousness floated in the air, watching his hair and body melt away with the wind, gradually moving away, wanting to cry without tears.

Suddenly, as if there was an unyielding will in the abyss, there was a boom, a roar, like a high-speed train tearing through the tunnel like hysteria, suddenly, "His Majesty the First Emperor" shouted: "I don't want to die." ”

Over there, the street lamps were dim, and on the corner of the street not far from a tavern in Oxford City, a drunken young Asian lying under an old tree on the sidewalk suddenly turned over, knelt on the cement cofferdam next to the roots of the tree, pressed his hands against the trunk, first retched, and then his whole body convulsed.

The low wind formed slightly and quietly, and the rain stars followed the footsteps of the gusts of wind and fell from the sky, and after a while, the wind began to rise violently, and the rain became much stronger and stronger, and became heavier and heavier.

There is no thunder, no lightning, at a glance, under the street lamp, the rain is in a line, dusk and bright.

Now the night is very quiet, wind and rain are intertwined, there is movement in stillness, there is stillness in movement, there is stillness and movement, and stillness and movement are compatible, just like a person crying in the dark.

One movement and one stillness, relative integration, this is the dialectical unity given by nature.

In the supernatural, the soul and the body are relatively integrated, and at this time, Qin Shi's soul traveled to the body of this Asian young man in Oxford, British Empire, and at the moment when he regained his memory, he also entangled the soul confession of the Asian young man.

This young Asian was originally named Qin Long, a very pure young man born in Hong Kong.

Qin Long didn't have Qin Shi's true regrets.

What did Qin Long say? Just a "man in the suit".

Long-term lack of social interaction, no friends, loneliness, lack of interest, in medical terms, depressive disorder.

Qin Long's father is a senior member of the Hong Kong community, and his mother died unexpectedly when he was 5 years old because of a conflict of interest in the community.

Since his mother left, his father, out of his wife's love, was entangled in family protection, which caused him to have a strong sense of insecurity, which also made his father unable to help himself.

Only that private school, safe.

His father sent Qin Long to a private school at the age of 5 and a half. However, the nanny-style education in private schools has isolated the original family.

When he grew up, his father wouldn't let him help out in his restaurant or join his friends.

Qin Long was hidden at home, basically isolated from the social group, and only practiced the martial arts taught by his father and reviewed his homework alone.

In this way, day by day, year by year, Qin Long could only stand alone with his father, hanging from each other, relying on each other, and making an appointment to go to college.

This year, Qinlong Middle School is about to graduate.

But at this moment, there was infighting in my father's community, which lasted for two weeks, and the scale of the infighting became bigger and more intense, and no one could control it.

The father also had to pick up the knife of his youth, but now that he was too old and frail, he could no longer protect his son from the wind and rain.

The father silently sold the house in Hong Kong, gathered all the family property, let his son settle in the UK, and let him apply for the pre-law course of Oxford University, which he thought was absolutely tall, so that his son could stay away from this world, let his son move towards a new world, and let his son start a different life from his father.

What are rivers and lakes? It's just that if you come out to mix, you will have to pay it back sooner or later. Father had already understood this, and he had already made the choice of the back road, but Qin Long didn't know it.

Father vs. Son......

In this way, Qin Long was left from his father and came to this ghost place to realize his father's dream of getting ahead with a wig in black.

Qin Long turned around in three steps, took the British household registration book, left the place where he was born and raised, crossed the ocean, and quietly came to the UK alone.

The ethics of that damn white man made Qin Long even more alienated and lonely without relatives.

Just two weeks after losing his father's news, he suddenly received a letter from his father in Hong Kong, which was actually a suicide note, informing Qin Long of the causes and consequences of allowing him to immigrate and study in the British Empire.

The suicide note was not long, and at the end of the letter, the father said to Qin Long: "I'm sorry, son, Dad can't come to the UK to enjoy your blessings, Dad misses your mother." ”

Qin Long was crying in his apartment, tired, woke up, and walked to a tavern owned by a Chinese.

Only spirits can make you feel warm from your throat to your stomach.

This terrible British weather.

Qin Long rudely refused the kindness of the Chinese owner of the tavern.

The early summer evening breeze in Oxford City is very cool!

Qin Long hummed a beautiful Cantonese tune in a low voice, singing a song that no one could understand, stepping on the shadow of the old trees on the side of the street, and walking slowly.

The dim street lamps cast Qin Long's back on the concrete street, stretching it long and gray, swaying with the mottled foliage.

Qin Long only thinks about his father, only thinks about his father's prickly beard when he was a child, thinks about his father's rough nagging, thinks about his father's obscene and flattering smile in front of the school teacher, thinks about his father's beating when he standardizes his martial arts movements at night, and thinks about his father's drinking in one hand and holding a full-score test paper in the other, and he can't put it down,......

I think about it, I'm drunk, I'll go to my dad too!

Only that touch of warmth makes people nostalgic!

Leaning on the old tree, he slowly slid down, curled up in a ball, quietly, motionless.