When you re-experience those pictures buried by time, maybe you will feel that life is not as bad as you imagined.

At least, that's what An Xin, who had just experienced a super-large car accident that was almost impossible to survive three months ago, and was successfully rescued at the cost of losing his right eye.

Gently straightening the blindfold on his right eye, An Xin found that the sun at noon was not as dazzling as he imagined, perhaps because he was missing an eye.

"An Xin, congratulations on being discharged from the hospital."

The owner of this pretty face in front of him made An Xin a little sentimental, and he still couldn't succeed after three months.

"Thank you, Xu Ting, can't you give me your mobile phone number for the sake of me being discharged from the hospital today?"

The headache is not because of the sequelae of blindness, but because of the beautiful girl in front of me who gives her a headache.

Since she was admitted to the hospital, she has been the one who has accompanied her the most, this beautiful girl, a mysterious girl who has nothing to say except her name.

"Hehe, can the ancients be friends without a mobile phone? Don't you think that's actually good? ”

Xu Ting knew what An Xin was thinking, but she still kept smiling and did not answer An Xin's question positively.

"Hey, this abrasive little goblin."

An Xin shook his head with a wry smile, then opened his arms and pretended to be pitiful.

"Buying and selling is not benevolent, come and hug the head office before leaving, this ancient man will do the same when he says goodbye."

For fear that Xu Ting would not agree, An Xin even moved out of the ancients, which can be regarded as learning and using now.

"Humph! If you want to be beautiful, I will give you a gift. Come, stand up, close your eyes, bow your head, and don't move! ”

An Xin did not hesitate at all, and did as Xu Ting said, a refreshing light fragrance came to his face, first he felt Xu Ting use his hand to remove his bangs, and then there was a soft touch with a hint of coldness on his forehead.

"This is..."

An Xin opened his eyes in surprise, but only saw Xu Ting's pretty face that quickly retreated, and turned around to leave An Xin with a back that was jumping and running away.

"Goodbye, Cyclops."

This is the last sentence left by Xu Ting.

Cyclops? Maybe this nickname is not bad, the corners of An Xin's mouth can't help but turn up slightly.

I touched my pocket, and it seemed that the few changes that accompanied me to survive the car accident were not enough, so I had to walk to the bus stop near the hospital.

In about a few minutes, An Xin successfully boarded a bus that could pass near his home, probably because it was lunch time, the bus was not crowded, and there was just one person in each position.

It's just that his unique shape has become the focus of attention as soon as he gets in the car. Ignoring the eyes of the melon-eating crowd, An Xin consciously walked to the back half of the carriage and stood, looking out the window in a daze.

"An Xin, An Xin? Ten homely? Otaku? ”

After listening to it for a while, Anxin realized that there was an inaudible voice, as if he was calling his name, and the voice still had a hint of familiarity.

An Xin looked around, looking for the source of the sound, and saw that it was a tight fat man wearing a hooded trench coat, a mask and sunglasses covering his face, as if he was calling himself.

Originally, An Xin wasn't sure if it was this person, but seeing the handbag full of anime peripherals at the fat man's feet, An Xin smiled, and didn't expect to meet an acquaintance as soon as he was discharged from the hospital.

"Yo, Captain, you're here too, long time no see." An Xin smiled and walked over to the fat man and said hello.

The fat online captain is also an otaku who met An Xin in an anime forum. Because in the process of chatting, I found that the tastes of the two people watching anime are very close, and after some exchanges, they have the feeling of hating each other, and after adding friends to each other, they occasionally team up together to go to the comic convention offline, and they can be regarded as one of the few friends in Anxin.

Hearing An Xin call himself by his nickname, the fat man finally determined that the white-faced handsome guy with an eye patch in front of him was An Xin.

"Come on, come on, sit here and squeeze it." The fat man warmly beckoned An Xin to sit down and let go of half of the seat, but he squeezed a middle school student in the next seat to the car window, and the middle school student looked speechless.

"Thanks, no need, I'll just stand." An Xin smiled and refused the fat man's invitation, just walked over to the fat man and stood.

"Ah Zhai, why haven't you appeared for a while, the group leader has kicked you out of the union, and by the way, who are you cosing today, Lelouch? Kaneki? Or the Black Butler? When he met a fellow practitioner, the fat man changed his silence and began to chatter.

An Xin smiled bitterly, no wonder the car full of people stared at him, and they all thought they were playing cosplay.

"Do you mean eating chickens? Kick and kick, I'm going to give up the pit. Also, I don't have anyone to cos, something happened this time, and I lost my sight in my right eye. ”

"Blind? Who are you pitting? Also, you're really going to give up the pit, I've just worked on a new script for the past few days, which can assist in aiming, aren't you going to give it a try? "The fat man has an expression of believing that you have a ghost, and he can eat with his face, but he has to be so middle two.

An Xin shrugged his shoulders indifferently and didn't speak, but his eyes glanced at the two girls who had just gotten into the car, and the social youth with a tattoo on his arm behind the two of them, as if the expressions of the two girls were very helpless and frightened.

The two girls looked at An Xin, and under An Xin's nod, they walked towards An Xin's back compartment like grasping a life-saving straw, and the tattooed man also followed.

"What a coincidence, did you go shopping?" Judging from their appearance and clothing, the two women should be freshmen at a nearby university, An Xin thought about it, raised his hand and gently rubbed it on the head of one of the girls, and his intimate expression was not pretentious.

"Well, we're going downtown." The girl who was rubbing her hair affectionately quickly understood An Xin's meaning, and pulled her classmate to lean against An Xin behind him.

The tattooed man obviously knew that things were not such a coincidence, and he had been with these two girls for a while, and now he killed a little white face wearing an eye patch to prevent himself from making a fortune, and leaned towards An Xin with a fierce expression on his face.

"Brother, do you want to make trouble? Don't weigh it? The tattooed man only spoke in a voice that An Xin could hear, and his tone was very unkind, and by the way, he opened his shirt to reveal the knife pinned to his waist and threatened An Xin.

An Xin pursed his lips disapprovingly, did not answer the tattooed man's words, and after blocking the two girls with his body, he turned his head to the fat man next to him and asked, "Fat man, have they all been recorded?" Can you see your face clearly? ”

Although the fat man didn't understand what the situation was in front of him, there was still a certain tacit understanding between him and An Xin, and when he heard An Xin's question, he took out his mobile phone and shook it in front of An Xin without a trace.

"Well, it's all recorded, 17 million pixel cameras, and the effect is pretty good."

How could the tattooed man expect that this weak-looking little white face had a companion, and the conversation between them had attracted the attention of the passengers in the car, knowing that his financial route had been cut off this time, and the expression on his face was even more angry.

"Boy! You've got a kind! Mountains and rivers meet, don't plant them in my hands! Seeing that the bus was stopping, the tattooed man didn't dwell on it, and got off the bus with a cruel word.

Seeing the admiration and grateful expressions of the two young girls, no matter how stupid the fat man was, he knew that An Xin staged a heroic rescue in front of him, and at the same time, he was also very surprised, when did this house in front of him, who was once not good at talking than himself, and was extremely indifferent to people or things, become so full of justice and courage, this change made the fat man feel a little surprised.

When the bus arrived, An Xin politely declined the invitation of the two girls to ask for their mobile phone numbers and dinner, said goodbye to the fat man and got off the bus directly.

"Sure enough, I have to buy a mobile phone as soon as possible!" In fact, An Xinman regretted refusing the request of the two girls to ask for numbers, and walked to his home with a regretful face.

If it was three months ago or even longer, perhaps the villa would have felt like a prison to An Xin, a prison that could protect itself but imprisoned itself.

Now, An Xin is now in front of his villa, and there is a long-lost mood brewing.

"It turns out that this is what it feels like to be home, and it seems to be fine."

An Xin opened the door and returned to this home after a three-month absence, but he didn't seem to have the impression that the home smelled like this.

It's not that An Xin's nose is sensitive, and when he walked on the corridor entrance, An Xin seemed to smell a bad smell.

"Bang dang."

At the corner of the entrance, An Xin's foot kicked something, and when he looked down, it turned out to be an empty beer bottle.

"Huh? There doesn't seem to be such a thing at home, could it be that Sister Yun is back? ”

An Xin's mind was full of questions, he clearly remembered that Sister Yun would not drink, let alone throw away the beer cans that had been drunk.

When An Xin walked into the hall on the first floor, he found that his guess was not wrong, there were empty beer bottles on the side of the sofa in the hall, and there were a few boxes of meals on the table that attracted flies to fly, and the expensive sofa skin had already been burned by cigarette butts, and there were even cigarette butts directly inserted on it.

"There's a burglar in the house!"

An Xin's first reaction was to call the police, but he habitually felt in his pocket and found that the mobile phone had been broken three months ago.

Later, it was observed that a thin layer of mold had grown on the surface of the food on the table, as well as the dust on the table.

"Maybe it happened some time ago, it seems that it is necessary to change the door lock and buy a new mobile phone."

An Xin walked over the rest area of the hall out of sight, and walked directly to his room on the second floor, and naturally saw that the room was in a mess, with all kinds of mess after turning over boxes and cabinets.

"Hey..."

For those figure models and game discs that were once used as treasures by themselves, An Xin didn't feel much, just felt a little pity.

Picking up a model helmet that had been trampled on the ground, An Xin gently wiped it with the corner of his sleeve, this model of Kamen Rider Kuuga seemed to be a birthday gift from his father when he was 8 years old.