Ultra-Dimensional Technology Era

On the glamorous stage, there are people in high spirits; in the humble dwelling of the underground rental house, there are people with steamed buns and instant noodles.

Near the exit of Dongchang subway station.

The young man in the hood played the acoustic guitar with his rough hands, and groaned in a slightly vicissitudes voice:

"Maybe I will cry when I bow my head, maybe Liu Yuexue will fly into my heart... Who is alive in the world, it's not like a purgatory, I don't cry, I have no dignity to give up..."

From time to time, some passers-by gave generously, some showed disdain, and most of them passed by indifferently.

Every day in Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen, there are rookies rushing in with dreams, and there are also losers who are overwhelmed by reality and flee.

So what if you are unwilling, this is life.

The young man in the hood sang with great emotion, and the low mournful cry seemed to be hysterically telling about his ill-fated fate.

But passers-by are more insensitive, their passion has long been worn away by life, and their blood can't resist daily necessities.

Until his voice was a little hoarse, the young man in the hood looked at his watch, then put his palms together and said thank you to the few spectators around him.

He put the acoustic guitar in his wallet and didn't count the audience's tips.

Passing by a fast food restaurant, I ordered a fast food casually. At this time, the sun was setting, but the afterglow of the setting sun did not slow down the rhythm of the city.

Suddenly he stopped beside a billboard, which turned out to be an advertisement for a talent show called The Voice of Hua Guo.

Then he shook his head in self-deprecating manner, and walked towards the rental house without looking back.

Inside the small rental house.

The young man washed his face and looked at the face on the other side of the mirror. He was handsome and mature with a hint of stubbornness.

On a low, cheap plastic chair, he picked up the rice and stewed pork bite by bite. The rice was a bit dry and hard, so he quickly picked up the cup.

After taking a sip of plain water, he stopped suddenly, put down the chopsticks in his hand, picked up the photo frame on the bedside table, and wiped it silently.

There was a family of four in the photo frame, tears were falling gently, his lips were slightly parted, but he didn't know what to say.

……

Shantou section of Shenshan Expressway.

The low-pitched car engine is particularly harsh.

Just as he was driving, the man was puffing away with a crumpled cigarette in his mouth. Through his messy hair, he could vaguely see the old face with ravines.

It was dark ahead, and his Raptor 150 had only one headlight left.

The two sides of the expressway were so dark, like an abyss, gusts of strong wind poured into the car windows, and snowflakes gradually fell from the dark sky.

"Ahem..." The man coughed while holding on to the steering wheel.

The speed of the car was only more than 30 kilometers per hour, the road was very bumpy, and debris appeared in the middle of the road from time to time, but the gaze in the left eye of the man was firm, and there seemed to be light in that gaze.

In the snowstorm, the pickup slowly stopped.

He glanced ahead, and above the toll booth at the exit of the expressway, there were only three remaining signs of "Changsha...kou".

Rusty iron railings lie in the middle of the road, and a thin layer of snow covers the tollbooth and the road.

The car door opened, and the man pulled out a fire ax from the co-pilot, and walked forward in a slow pace, looking at the empty highway exit in front of him, he was not surprised, only a little lonely.

Difficult to clear a lane.

"Ahem...Huff..." He covered his mouth, as if he wanted to cough up his heart, liver, spleen and lungs. The scarf around his neck was so red, like a piece of fresh pork liver.

He leaned tiredly against the wall of the board room at the toll booth, panting heavily.

no i can't fall...

The snowflakes were falling, and the clear sound of the acoustic guitar came from a distance.

The old man's eyesight gradually faded, like a dream bubble, shattered into a group of colorful butterflies.

dream

Butterfly

Why do you care

Chapter 1 The world is full of beauty in April

Magic City.

In April in the world, the peach blossoms have withered.

In the Pudong Hotel in Pudong New Area, a teenager was lying on a comfortable big bed.

At this moment, the boy was sleeping deeply, but from his tightly closed eyes and eyebrows, one could see the restlessness in the boy's sleep.

Suddenly a colorful butterfly danced in the room, finally landed on the young man's forehead, and then shattered like a dream bubble.

"Ah!" The young man woke up startled, he was gasping for breath, his whole body was in a daze, he couldn't figure out the situation in front of him for a while, after a while he seemed to regain some consciousness, got up and sat on the sofa, his eyes seemed to be lost Focus, staring blankly at the Huangpu River.

With a trembling right hand, he touched his right eye, which was warm and glowing, and then touched his chest, where he could feel the vibrant heartbeat.

"Hahaha……"

He looked at the surging river with tears in his eyes, and breathed in the fresh air hungrily, as well as the long-lost sunshine.

"I, Huang Mingzhe, are back."

The hysterical cry seems to be declaring something to this era.

"Grass……"

"What's the name of the ghost in the early morning!"

"Hurry up to reincarnate..."

The tenants next door up and down suddenly started cursing.

Huang Mingzhe didn't care about other people's abuse. He could only describe himself with mixed feelings of sorrow and joy at this moment, and it turned out to be this damn time.

There was a sound of high heels outside the door, and then the door was opened, but Huang Mingzhe didn't respond, he still sat there with his head in his arms.

"I know this is not your fault, but the reality is like this. The company is going to let you take a two-year break. When the rumors pass, it's not like there is no chance of a comeback." The husky female voice was a little tired.

Of course Huang Mingzhe knew what the company meant, but he was just giving up his job.