Otaku's beauty doppelgänger

Chapter 1 The Walking Dead
"Some people are alive, he is dead; some people are dead, he is still alive."

This is a section of "Some People" written by the poet Zang Kejia to commemorate the thirteenth anniversary of the death of Mr. Lu Xun. It praises the great ones who are alive even though they are dead, and casts aside the inferior ones who are walking dead.

However, this poem is also very suitable for Ye Han.Of course it can't be because of greatness, stripping away the inferior part, he is no different from a piece of "walking dead".

At Li Zhinian, he has no relatives, no friends, no job, and only a dog and a house left in his life.

The dog is the most common big yellow dog in the countryside. It is very old. According to human calculation, it is already more than seventy years old.

What it likes to do most is to lie down at Ye Han's feet and bask in the sun on a warm autumn day. When the wind blows, it will get closer. I don't know whether it feels cold or is afraid that its owner will catch a cold.

Ye Han still remembers the day ten years ago when he carried his one-month-old puppy into his grandma's room in a small basket containing red bayberries, hoping that the ignorant dog could accompany his aging grandma, Relieve the loneliness of not being around children and grandchildren, but time goes by, things change, grandma is gone, and the dog is getting old.

The room is a small two-story western-style building.When I was young, my family was poor, and the family could only live in an old house with a history of more than 30 years.The house was already dilapidated, especially the roof. Under the gray tiles, there were holes formed by rotten wooden beams everywhere. Usually, it was barely supported by the father who went up to renovate and tidy up every once in a while.

Therefore, summer has become the season they are most worried about, because there are often heavy rains and typhoons at that time.

When there is a heavy rain, the family members have to prepare some pots and pans and place them scattered under the leaky beams. When the heavy rain outside the house comes, it will start to rain lightly inside the house.

At that time, Ye Han liked to squat next to the basin filled with water, staring intently at it, and when the water was full, he happily took it out and poured it out. After a heavy rain, he could run back and forth dozens of times.

If a typhoon comes, the family will have to live in fear, for fear that the old house will not be able to support it and will suddenly collapse.When a strong typhoon comes, the whole family has to move out, usually in the elementary school at the head of the village.

In those nights, my father and mother always stayed up all night and all night. As soon as it was light, my father rushed home in a raincoat.One night, there was a "bang bang bang" collapse sound from nowhere, and my father rushed out of the room and rushed home without even thinking about putting on his shoes.

So building a sturdy small building became the biggest wish of the family.In the first year after Ye Han graduated from university and started working, his father resolutely demolished the old house and scraped together 10,000+ to build this small foreign-style building.

The small building has two floors, eight rooms, and two living rooms. The interior walls are simply painted white with latex paint, and the exterior walls are covered with small tea-green tiles. The decoration style is simple, rustic but earthy and warm.

This building embodies the hard work of Ye Han's parents all their lives.

After the house was built, my mother often cleaned it, and she often wiped the glass with a careful breath, while saying to Ye Han who was lying on the bed: "Xiao Han, when you have a child in the future, my mother will not go to work, and I will concentrate on caring for you. Take the kids." Totally ignoring that his son doesn't even have a girlfriend.

"If my mother sees her like this, she will definitely be nagging again." Ye Han, who was leaning on the balcony, murmured, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and waved his hand to disperse the wisps of smoke that drifted into the room. What my mother hated the most during her lifetime was the smell of cigarettes.

After the smell of smoke dissipated, Ye Han turned around and entered the room. Everything in the room remained the same as it was three years ago, unchanged at all. Under the warm orange light, there was an old smell quietly exuding.

After the accident three years ago, Ye Han resigned from his decent job, sold his house in the county seat, and returned to his hometown in the countryside alone, guarding the small building alone, living alone, broken. All connections with the outside world, one person, one dog, and the first floor, are the whole of his life.

Everything else lost its meaning to him.Hungry, eating, sleepy, sleeping, dirty, bathing, cold, adding clothes... More often, I still sit in the yard, caress the old yellow dog, and stare blankly at the sky, like a dead body. Lifeless puppet.

Ye Han has no shortage of money. The money from selling the house plus the savings from several years of work, and the huge amount of compensation, add up to more than 200 million. He puts it all in Alipay, and the interest generated every day is also More than 200 yuan, for Ye Han who lives alone in the countryside, these two hundred yuan is enough for him to live for a week.

What is missing is hope.

His heart was locked, but the key was lost, he couldn't get out by himself, and others couldn't get in. He was in a daze all day long. A "walking dead" is a perfect description for him.

After mechanically brushing his teeth and washing his face, Ye Han curled up on the bed. In the dark room, only the screen of his phone shone with light.

"siri"

"I am listening."

"How many days until September [-]st?"

"There are still 270 and eight days."

"Do people really become stars in the sky after they die?"

"This is a web page related to "Will people really turn into stars in the sky after death?"

"Alive."

"Look, I found the following information."

"People live for what?"

"Look, I found the following information."

"Ha ha."

"hey-hey."

"It doesn't make sense."

"I don't seem to understand."

Ye Han laughed at himself and put down his mobile phone. Having a nonsensical Q&A with Siri every day was one of his few pastimes. Otherwise, he was worried that one day he would suddenly find that he could no longer speak.

however!
"In fact, in addition to family ties, there are many things worth trying and cherishing when you are alive. I recommend a game to you. In the game, you will experience all kinds of life, understand the warmth and warmth of human relationships, and finally be able to transcend the world. Refinement, reaching the other shore depends on your creation, I wonder if you have the courage to open it?"

Ye Han was startled by the sudden voice: He didn't ask questions, so why did Siri... However, in a second thought, he threw these questions behind him.

What does it matter?What could it matter?
"Okay, let's turn it on."

"As you wish, start the game download. This game has huge data and takes a long time to download and install. During this process, players can create characters first."

"Build whatever you want."

"Confirm, the character template is random, after the game is installed, the player will directly enter the game."

As the sound faded away, a square pure white APP appeared on the screen of the phone, and the pointer representing the progress of the download moved a little bit, which could be called invisible.

"It's quite mysterious." Ye Han smiled, turned off the screen indifferently, threw the phone aside, and buried himself in the blanket with a sigh.

However, the originally pitch-black screen of the mobile phone suddenly lighted up slightly, and in the faint white light, a white pointer could be vaguely seen moving forward slowly and firmly.

(If book friends think it looks good, please don't forget to collect this book)

(End of this chapter)