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I, Zhang San, oh no~ Zhang Shan, female, although she is a person who can even have a casual name, she is by no means a person who lives casually. The first is to be full, the second is to dress warmly, and the third is to have a place to open and close to sleep. It's a pity that I didn't meet the rules that I regarded as a guideline. Look at the bloodshot eyes, look at the old vest with a few holes, and look at the bed that barely puts down its body with bent legs. can only cry alone, and what is shed is not snot but a handful of bitter tears. Thinking about the past 23 years, there is really nothing to reminisce about. No job, no culture is not only a waste of life, has never been in love, has not held a small hand and is a waste of feelings. My parents divorced, and my mother left me at the age of seven to live and be embarrassed. I have slept on a stone bench, I have laid down rotten cement, and hard days are commonplace. Relying on a few crumpled tickets and meager relief money from his mother to help people shine shoes, he survived the three years of high school. During the college entrance examination, I deliberately didn't write the last big page, so as not to let my mother have to work hard for expensive tuition. I thought that such careful thinking would not be noticed, but somehow my mother still knew. She just burst into tears, poked my forehead and scolded me for being stupid, and then said to me: "A child can't be without cultural influence, and if he doesn't, he is no different from a waster." I just hugged and cried, crying and crying and I fell asleep. When I woke up, my mother was gone, and I had a creed by my pillow. Crookedly wrote: "San'er, my mother must pay for your tuition when she goes to other places to make money." At the age of seventeen, I could only cry with a note and wait stupidly. It took six years of no news for me to realize that I was the one who had been left behind. Now at the age of twenty-three, my perspective on the problem has also changed, and I have long forgotten the "it's terrible to be uneducated" that was regarded as the truth at that time, thinking that it doesn't make much difference whether I am educated or not. Daydreaming, waiting for God's favor, looking forward to when I can get a pie to try. Grabbing the discontinued Nokia, I played for an afternoon to kill the fun, the ash on the glasses was playing on the eyelashes, and I picked up the rag and wiped it all the time. The house has been starved of water and food for several days, and the smell on my body is not clear. Looking at the sweat on his back, after thinking about it, he reluctantly took out a few coins and went to the dilapidated bathhouse at the door.

After only a few steps, he was knocked to the ground by a man wearing a dark purple turban, a coal-black winter jacket, and a rickety figure with dark green flip-flops. The glasses snorted in a parabola and landed on the ground in a shattered form. At the moment of rage, just as he was about to theorize, the initiator disappeared out of thin air. I was trying to pick up my broken glasses and make do, or a tricycle ran over me, and the heavens were going to kill me. With heavy steps, I took the sign and entered the bathhouse, which was a public bath, and the men's and women's bathhouses were very close to each other. Because of the fog, and I didn't have glasses, my head was messing around, and I stepped on a soap and slipped out gorgeously. So, just like that, my clothes were faded, and I was close to the earth, and there were a few hairs stuck to my mouth. I was thinking about how to avoid the attention of the female compatriots around me with my hands on the ground, and when I stood up seriously, a pair of thick hairy legs flashed in my eyes, and when I looked at it, it was a burly and calm man who was looking at me in a daze. It was as if he had seen something extraordinary. Please~ I'm going to wash my eyes, and the naked man is also slightly drunk. Wait a minute! How can there be naked men in a women's bathhouse? Day~ I guess I entered the wrong bathhouse, and at this moment, I would rather die so "young". I was numb from the big man's piercing eyes, and the pain in my foot gradually attacked, and for a while, in order to avoid embarrassment, I decided to "pretend to be dead" more reliable. So he grinned and closed his eyes hard.

No matter how you sway and sway~ swaying and sway~ I just don't open my eyes. Suddenly, my consciousness gradually blurred under my sè, and I could only vaguely hear the sound of water and buzzing around me, and my head was tearing and the feeling of my scalp being pulled. Eh, crow's mouth, I just casually mentioned that I died early, and you really realized it, so I usually think about winning the lottery or something, why didn't it work. Uh, such an inexplicable hiccup is too bad, the tail note of the ambulance is the last warning I heard about the world - please don't throw soap. Hey, I haven't found my mother who lost her way home, and I haven't talked about a little boy ticket yet. In short, all too many unfinished things can only be turned into a sentence in the next life and then continued. "Who is kneeling in the hall? Quickly report the name of this king. "Purr," "Purr," the man who claimed to be the king twisted the ear of the judge standing beside him, and said, "What are you doing in a daze?" Wake her up and snore to the Yama Palace, it's really presumptuous! "Yes," the judge respectfully stepped back to the kneeling man, and pulled out a bronze bell inlaid with dragon patterns from his green brocade pocket. Roll up your sleeves and swing it, and make a ringing that makes your heart chill. For a moment, I felt the urge to beat my heart. Look around, what? This won't be a costume film set, press, not bad~ The prop scene is quite realistic. Isn't that right? Am I not playing dead in the bathhouse? Just as I was clearing my thoughts, the man who rattled the bell glared at me and said, "Majestic, how can you be blind." Oops, the acting skills are good, I was so shocked that I hurriedly said, "Little one, don't dare next time." "It should be like this." What's your name?" asked the man in ancient costume again. "Zhang Shan." I answered honestly. "Do you know why you're here?" How did you get here? "Well, I don't know." You died because you stepped on something called "soap" and fell heavily and bleed profusely, and your blood supply was insufficient. I wiped my sweat silently, what script is so fashionable, wait! Soap is a bit impressive! I seem to be dead, so here? Press, it's probably the underworld. "Let go of me, the judge looked at me with disgust as he tugged desperately at my thigh, which I was clinging to. You know, the trick of pretending to be pitiful and shameless is not quite dramatic in many novels, maybe this guy is kind enough to let me go back to the yang world. So I didn't let go, clutched at the straw, oh no, the cuff of the life-saving pants. "What a system! What a system! The man who claimed to be the king who sat on the Bauhinia Hall howled angrily. How-hee? This guy seems to be bigger than me holding his thighs, this guy is an official, and when he shifts his position, I will never die calmly! Never, never!