Mr. Perfect Makeover

This is a city whose temperature is determined by its height. It seems that it is afraid of the cold. The buildings also have a heart of comparison, and they rush to the sky. Now, it seems that the sun wants to spread its heat and has to hide in the tall Behind the building, strands, strands, clusters, dare not be too ostentatious, low-key almost makes people feel a little embarrassed.

And in the busy traffic covered by the shadow of the building, there are the indifferent and almost unfamiliar faces and eyes of the crowded pedestrians. Most of them have no exaggerated expressions, some of them only lower their heads and walk in a hurry, but occasionally they will see a few wearing school uniforms The young girl in the middle of the night smiled brightly and sweetly, bringing some warmth to this lifeless morning, but these alone cannot melt the person who wants to die.

Wu Xin suddenly stood on the high bridge with a firm grip on the railing, but he just glanced down from the corner of the eye, and then he couldn't help feeling dizzy, his heart beat faster, and his hands and feet trembled.

The damn fear of heights, when does it not attack, but it is at this time.

Wu Xin suddenly closed his eyes and stopped for a moment. The sound of the car's horn made his heart beat even more violently. He turned around, leaned his back against the railing, took three deep breaths, looked up at the sky at 45 degrees, and burst into tears.

This is the third time he has attempted suicide this month, but judging by the frequency of his legs shaking now, it must be another attempt. As long as he thinks of this result, Wu Xin can't help but feel sad from his heart. Why is suicide so difficult!

It was the first time he tried to cut his wrist, but the kitchen knife at home was not used properly, or it was not used for a long time and was forgotten under the sink with some leaks in the kitchen. The rust is shocking and appalling to look at. Although Wu Xinran has never cut his wrist, he has never seen a pig run away. He has always eaten pork. Not only can this rusty knife not cut his own skin, but he might be infected with tetanus What's the matter, it's okay to be half dead and half disabled, because I'm afraid that the only 2000 yuan savings I left to my mother will be accounted for in the hospital, so Wu Xin suddenly gritted his teeth and made a difficult decision, changing the soy milk fritters for breakfast into a Big meat buns, save two yuan and go to the two-dollar store downstairs to rent out and buy a fruit knife. You may be wondering when you see this, since Wu Xin suddenly wants to die, why do he still have breakfast?Alas, you know, Wu Xinran is a very traditional person, he always firmly believes that even if he dies, he has to be a full ghost, so he has to eat this breakfast no matter what.

Wu Xinran still remembered the last words that the somewhat bald boss said: Welcome to visit next time.In the end, he really came to visit again, because the fruit knife was not sharpened at all, and could not even cut a piece of paper. He threw the knife to the boss and asked him to return the product. The boss showed his big yellow teeth, "The goods are sold, maybe non refundable."

His teeth itch with anger, "I want to complain, you sell fake and shoddy products."

With an indifferent expression on his face, the boss pointed to a small square on the wall behind him and said, "Do you know the number? We have it here."

Seeing this arrogant attitude, Wu Xin suddenly fainted with anger, took out his mobile phone and made up his mind to report it, touched his shirt, and touched his trouser pocket, too bad, he didn't bring his mobile phone.

The boss looked at this, and opened his mouth with a smile, "You can call with me, it's cheaper for you, fifty cents a minute, how about it?"

Wu Xin was stunned for a long time, and then slowly choked out a sentence: Hit your sister!