Zhao Qianyuan opened his eyes from his bed, drenched in cold sweat, making him like a chicken falling into the water. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I'm dead again!" He muttered, but his tone was almost numb, "But I'm alive again, how many times has this been?!" ”

When a man dies, he dies.

But Zhao Qianyuan will come back to life after he dies, and the cycle will start over and over again.

Zhao Qianyuan feels that this life is like a strange game without a boss, he can never clear the level, he is controlled by others, after he dies, he is resurrected again and again, and he is reborn again and again, just like a book that has seen the last page is suddenly turned to the first page.

Moreover, I took the trouble to read it, I took the trouble to turn it, and I read it again and again, as if I was reading a peerless classic that I would never get tired of reading.

If there really is a creator in this world, he thinks that the creator must not be caring for himself, but playing tricks on himself, just like he caught ants when he was a child, putting the ants far away from the ant's nest, waiting for it to crawl back, and catching it back when it is about to reach the mouth of the cave.

He glanced around the bed, at the clock hanging on the wall, and was sure once again that he was really dead and alive.

It's still half past three, and it's still July 14th.

Legend has it that a long, long time ago, there was a temple on the mountain, there were old monks in the temple, and when Bodhi Sect was not listed as a cult by the government, July 14 was a festival, known as the Ghost Festival, which was said to be a festival for ghosts to be reincarnated or return to the underground.

The things on display on the table were still the same, and there was still an old-fashioned computer at home, and he remembered that most people in this era used optical brains.

The electronic wall calendar on the wall showed the year, month, day, hour, minute, and second, and he rubbed his cheeks fiercely, and kept dying and living, which already made him feel numb and tired, and he didn't even bother to be angry.

The first death is long and painful, and the first rebirth is naturally wonderful and secretly pleasant; The second death is extremely tormenting, and the second rebirth is also a blessing and a fluke; The third death is hopeless, and the third rebirth is amazing......

Died again and again, born again and again, even if he was a saint in ancient times, I am afraid that he would feel numb and difficult, Zhao Qianyuan even wanted to die once and never wake up again.

Zhao Qianyuan sat quietly on his bed as before, thinking to himself: "That mysterious person, I guess he will come to me again tomorrow, right?" Then give a golden thigh and leave without saying a word. If I tried to lift his veil, he would have killed me without hesitation, and I died twice at his hands. He wondered why he slaughtered me when I wanted to unmask him, when he wanted to give me this treasure. ”

The sky gradually brightened, and Zhao Qianyuan, who had experienced a hundred years in the previous life, was a little uncomfortable with his weak body at the age of eighteen, without the power to blast a mountain with one punch, and without the strength to smash a meteorite rolled by the turbulent flow of the void...... Now, an ordinary fruit knife can kill him.

He took out a book on the shelf and opened it casually, the corners of the pages were still 362 pages, and the transcript on the book was still clear, this was a book that he had turned over before he met the mysterious person.

"I'm still a scrap now, and then tomorrow I'll be a genius." Zhao Qianyuan sighed in his heart, no matter what happened, after experiencing more than 2,000 times, people have lost any interest, "This is the vulgar plot in those ancient novels that have been handed down, and it is also the rotten street thing in film and television dramas now." ”

The name Zhao Qianyuan was found by his father from a book written by a master called "Blue Star", his father Zhao Guang and his mother Zhang Qin were just people of average culture, so when they gave birth to him, they flipped through the books all night, and most of the classics written down by the master called Blue Star were turned over, and finally decided on such a name.

Zhao Qianyuan once couldn't figure out how the author of such a vulgar name, who was so vulgar that he was twelve or thirteen years old, would come up with a vulgar name to be a screen name without knowing it, how could he write so many classics, and there were so many of them?

Dazai Qianyuan, the beginning of all materials, is the domination of the sky. The clouds are raining, and the products are in shape; At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the six times became, and the six dragons were taken to the sky. The main road changes, and each is life.

He had long been able to recite it backwards, and his name was taken from above.

His parents still got up at six o'clock, his mother began to prepare breakfast, and his father watched the morning news with the only light brain on his desk, which Zhao Qianyuan had bought with the money he earned from a year's summer and winter vacation jobs when he was 16 years old.

His mother knocked on Zhao Qianyuan's door at 6:20 punctually and called him up.

Zhao Qianyuan put on the school uniform that his mother had arranged in advance, and came out of the room, and his mother couldn't help asking: "Son, why is your face so bad?" ”

"Ah, I didn't sleep well last night, I had a nightmare!" Zhao Qianyuan agreed as before, he didn't even bother to think about the words "just died and came back to life, who can have a good face", he didn't want to think about it, he didn't bother to think about it when he was more than ninetieth time.

My mother said, "If you're tired of studying lately, you should rest for a few more days and don't have to work so hard." ”

This time and again, he can almost remember everyone's lines clearly. However, the Blue Star Master mentions a "butterfly effect" in which a flap of a butterfly's wings can cause a storm. Therefore, not all of the things he encountered were exactly the same. Moreover, not everyone is really the same as what he has experienced, and there are slight differences, but it is more or less the same.

Because of the number of rebirths, his memory has long been confused and blurred, he can only remember the previous situation, he still remembers clearly, his mother herself likes to eat tomatoes, but when she was reborn for the eighth time, her mother likes to eat potatoes and hates tomatoes, and on the eighteenth time, her mother likes to eat coriander and hates eating potatoes...... My father was originally a non-smoker, but by the time he was reborn for the sixth time, he was an old smoker, and by the sixteenth time he was an old drunkard, and on several occasions he had even died young.

Zhao Qianyuan was sometimes hit by a car as soon as he went out, sometimes he was killed within a few years after meeting a mysterious person, and sometimes he was caught and euthanized by the government because he killed someone by mistake...... He knew that after he was reborn, this world was no longer the original world, or the world was still the same world, but it was not the original trajectory, and everything had some minor changes.

After eating a breakfast with a somewhat familiar taste, saying goodbye to his father, who was still serious and old-fashioned, Zhao Qianyuan picked up his schoolbag and went out.

Coming down from this impoverished residential building that had barely changed, he first subconsciously glanced at the glass of the house on the left side of the fifth floor of the opposite building, and his luck was really not good, once the wind blew the window against the wall, shattering the glass, and then a piece of broken glass was blown by the wind and happened to pierce it from the top of his head.

He can remember some of the more profound ways to die, so he always has to avoid dying a sloppy and senseless death, because every time he wants to live.

For the general rebirth, such a way of dying is indeed a wretch.

He also remembered that Edward remade a movie that belonged to the era of the Blue Star Master, "Groundhog Day", in which the handsome Edward perfectly performed the pain of being reborn on the same day countless times...... Zhao Qianyuan felt that if he was the leading actor of "New Groundhog Day", he would act more realistically and beautifully than Edward.

There was a strong wind today, but the window was firm, and Zhao Qianyuan walked out of this slum after making sure that his head could not shatter the meteorite in space and that the glass would not fall.

After making sure that the hovering electromagnetic sports cars that were driving extremely fast in the early morning would not crash into him, he crossed the street and walked down the avenue towards the school.

Science and technology are becoming more and more developed, derived from many means of transportation, originally full of streets are electromagnetic unicycles for transportation, but the lack of human movement is so that the body function has been affected, so the federal president decided to cancel these means of transportation, the electromagnetic unicycle that is free to use now needs to be expensive, and those who can afford it are some rich people.

A student wearing the same school uniform as Zhao Qianyuan stepped on an electromagnetic wheelbarrow, whistled, and passed by him in a wind, not forgetting to look at him contemptuously, humming a classic song written by Master Lanxing himself. Perhaps it's because the four words are too cumbersome to pronounce, so everyone likes to call the all-powerful Blue Star Master Blue Star.

"Eh, Senior Zhao, do you need me to give you my car borrowing card for a use? There are thousands of star dollars in it, and I don't lack this money. The student who was stepping on the electromagnetic wheelbarrow suddenly stopped, then turned the wheel and said to Zhao Qianyuan.

Because he stepped on the twenty-centimeter-high pedal of the electromagnetic wheelbarrow, he seemed to be a cut above Zhao Qianyuan, and the banter and contempt in his eyes made his condescension even more annoying.

Zhao Qianyuan clearly remembered that when he was not dead, he was angry, angry, and irritable because of his eyes, and even couldn't help but attack him, but he was beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, and was sent to the security station because of the fight, because he was still a little short of turning eighteen, so he was released after his parents paid a large sum of money.

However, now Zhao Qianyuan will not be angry, he calmly looked at this second-year student who seemed to be named Xu Mingchao, and said, "Thank you, no need." ”

Then, he passed by Xu Mingchao's side.

Xu Mingchao's expression was even more playful, and he scolded in a low voice: "The poor ghost still has to pretend to be temperamental!" ”

The electromagnetic wheelbarrow quickly swept in front of him, bringing a gust of wind, leaving him far behind, Xu Mingchao's slightly pouting ass seemed to tell Zhao Qianyuan: Eat my fart and dust!

However, there is no dust in the clean streets, only in the fields, there are automatic dust removal equipment on the streets, and the shoes that people use when walking outside are even cleaner than the slippers they wear at home.

Zhao Qianyuan has no waves in the ancient well, he is an old well that has experienced tens of thousands of years, or even hundreds of thousands of years, or he himself can no longer remember the years......