Diary of a male god

After only watching the opening title, Ouyang Xuan completely lost the restlessness she had at the beginning.Now she has completely lost the mood of watching a beautiful man wash her eyes, her whole mind is affected by the plot, and she has a strong concern for the fate of the young man on the screen.

After the opening title, the entire screen did not light up completely, but a large blurry area, as if a large piece of water mist was cast in front of the eyes, and then the screen suddenly went black and then suddenly lit up, as if the person from this perspective blinked Eye.The camera slowly focused, and Ouyang Xuan finally realized that it was a close-up of a woman's face.

This is really a featureless face, Ouyang Xuan commented pertinently.The angle of view of the camera is looking up, and the woman on the screen has her head lowered. Her original appearance is just plain, and her face is water-stained against the backlight, and her hair hangs messily and wetly on both sides.Her expression was a little stiff, her lips were pale and slightly trembling, they were opening and closing stupidly but without making any sound, the clothes on her body were soaked through, and she looked terribly embarrassed.

"I hope it's not the heroine..."

Even so, there is a close-up feature in this short 10-minute micro-movie. Besides the heroine, who else would be treated like this?

Ouyang Xuan felt that she had done something stupid. Although the male lead in this film was terribly miserable, the female lead was too bad. She was not as beautiful and cute as the two passer-by girls just now.

The camera paused for a moment on the woman's face, and then went dark again. In the darkness, a woman's voice sounded.

"You, wake up! Wake up!"

When the screen turned on again, the picture was completely white.

Snow-white walls, snow-white sheets, snow-white instruments and infusion poles.Even the face of the young man lying quietly on the bed was morbidly pale.Beside his hospital bed, there was this woman lying on her stomach. She was asleep, her hair was still slightly damp, but her clothes seemed to have changed.

Sunlight shone through the window sills into the small ward and fell on the young man's face.He seemed to feel something, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he slowly opened his closed eyes.

"Where am I...?"

He looked around suspiciously, as if he didn't quite understand his situation, raised his hand slightly to lift the quilt, and felt a tingling pain on the back of his hand.Looking down, he found that the infusion needle on the back of his hand had some bleeding.

The young man pulled out the needle, but when he looked up again, the figure of the woman crouching beside the bed suddenly disappeared.

The young man raised his eyes in confusion, a group of doctors burst into the door suddenly, and a pair of elderly men and women rushed in behind them.Those were his parents, and he could recognize them at a glance.

The young man was surrounded by people and asked the doctor to examine his body carefully.But for young people, it seems that the world has suddenly silenced, and their hearts are empty, as if something is missing.

Yan Zhe, the young man, was soon discharged from the hospital and returned to his home.But his life doesn't seem to be able to return to the normal track.He always felt that some important part of his life was missing.

He once asked his parents, but they were vague and unable to tell the truth.Friends are also secretive about this, and even his closest buddies seem to deliberately avoid certain things.This made Yan Zhe aroused strong curiosity while being puzzled.

He began to look for clues in his own life.The first target is his diary.

Yan Zhe has the habit of keeping a diary. He likes to record some interesting little things in his life for his later recollection.But when I opened my diary, I found that several pages were clearly missing. Judging from the uneven gaps, it should have been torn off in a hurry.

His diary is locked in a drawer, but he knows that besides the one in his hand, his parents also have a spare key for this drawer.If it wasn't for him to tear it up before, it must be that the parents are hiding something.

——If something that should exist suddenly disappears...how can I get it back?

——The most precious thing should be hidden in the most meaningful place. I wonder if someone will find it?A little worried, and a little looking forward to it.After all, there are many people in the swimming pool......

Yan Zhe flipped through his diary, but his fingertips stopped on a line of small words.

According to the diary, he seems to have kept something precious somewhere.Yan Zhe had a premonition that this treasure must be related to something his parents wanted to hide.

He closed the diary, and the narcissus pot on the window sill had dried up, the slender leaves were drooping, and the flowers were drooping weakly, as if they were about to wither.Yan Zhe added some water to the basin, but was taken aback suddenly.

"When did I raise daffodils?"

Yan Zhe came to the school's swimming pool according to the instructions in the diary, and he felt a little inexplicably familiar.

"Azhe!" He vaguely saw a handsome girl with a ponytail calling his name.He blinked hard to make himself see more clearly, but when he opened his eyes again, he saw only a female teacher with eyes looking at him worriedly.

"Student, are you okay? Do you want to go to the infirmary to have a rest?"

It is not the first time that Yan Zhe has such hallucinations, he always seems to see a girl with long hair appearing beside him, seeming to say something to him.But every time it was just his hallucination, he even began to wonder if this girl really existed, or if it was just his fantasy.

Yan Zhe didn't accept the teacher's kindness, but walked directly into the swimming pool.The weather has started to get a little cold, and there are many fewer people in the swimming pool.He walked into the boys locker room, ready to change clothes.As soon as he walked in front of a certain storage box, he suddenly stopped and stared at the hanging tag marked with "025".He always felt that this brand should not be like this...

He stretched out his fingers to rub the hanging tag slightly, but heard a soft sound, as if a screw had fallen off, and the hanging tag turned around and turned upside down.The above numbers become...

"520"

Yan Zhe only felt that a certain point in his heart was hit suddenly, and a thin layer of mist appeared in his eyes.I don't know why, but I feel like crying.

"It should be here..."

After he said this, his body seemed to have a will of its own, and it moved by itself.He unscrewed the door of the cabinet, groped with both hands in a gap deep in the cabinet, and took out a thin memory card.

Holding the thin card, he trembled uncontrollably.He now seems to be one step away from the truth.Maybe just by reading the contents of this card, he will know...

The thing he had lost, the thing he had forgotten, the thing he expected and longed for...

what exactly is it......