my zepple

I'am GOD's CHILD

I am the Son of God

この紫痫（ふはい）した世界（せかい）に混（お）とされた

fall into troubled times

---

There was no taxi in the residential area, so Tong Yu walked alone in the villa area for a long time.

The night poured down like impenetrable satin, and the lightweight umbrella in his hand was as fragile as a girl's pannier, and it folded in the Beijing storm within a few strokes.

Tong Yu had no choice but to throw away the umbrella. The wind and rain directly hit the skin very painfully.

There was hot and cold liquid running down his face, and he knew he was crying.

He always remembered the words: I'magod'schild

This sentence appeared many times in Song Rou's calculation paper.

In middle school, Song Rou used to bind more than 30 sheets of A4 paper into a calculus book with a fixed thickness. Such a thickness will not jam the paper and slip, and it is also easy to carry.

In addition to using it to calculate numbers and formulas, Song Rou also used it to pass small stories to Tong Yu in class.

In the corner of the calculation paper, there are occasional melodies that I thought up on a whim, doodles when I was bored in class, and some scribbled lyrics.

For a while, a line of lyrics frequently appeared on his calculation paper: "I'magod'schild".

There are every day, all kinds of fonts.

"You...call yourself a child prodigy?"

Tong Yu felt that it was hard to explain, he disapproved and Song Rou said: "You are a little narcissistic."

Song Rou was amused by him again, flicked his forehead with her finger, and said, "This is the lyrics."

"I was listening to an old song recently and I really like the lyrics."

Then Tong Yu retrieved the lyrics and found out that the name of the song is Moonlight.

It was an old Japanese song with extremely obscure and depressing lyrics, Tong Yu really didn't know why Song Rou liked it.

But because of the high frequency of appearance, Tong Yu believed that Song Rou would tattoo that lyrics on his skin.

But he hadn't seen it, nor heard him say it.

Mengxuan is right, people who have not studied art will like bad things.

Just like he likes Song Rou, that is indeed the most beautiful thing that has appeared in his barren life.

Song Rou was born with blessings and happiness. The superior and healthy family atmosphere taught him to be calm and kind. He naturally grew into a handsome and tall man.He had a wide range of refined interests, and the freedom to choose his own life.

He is a classical and romantic exotic.

As for Tong Yu, he just happened to have a terrible life.

That's what genetics calls impartial doom just in time.It was doomed from the very beginning to let him live in a long period of patience and waiting.

He watched as the medicine pick-up window of the Jing [-] Outpatient Clinic of the C University Hospital was replaced by successive batches of pharmacists, and the granddaughter of the shopkeeper who delivered medicine bags in the Jing [-] Outpatient Clinic also went from elementary school to junior high school.

There are medical records with yellowing and curling edges in the drawers at home, and the finished ones are stapled together in chronological order, gradually becoming thicker than the Oxford dictionary on the desk.

The thing he fears and fears the most every day is sleeping, which is just an easy and natural thing in normal people's life.

He swallowed countless pills numbly, but still endured countless sleepless nights.

Even if you grit your teeth and force yourself to fall asleep, you have to endure shaking all over the bed, because all the doctors will say: you are sick, sleep is the most important thing, and only when you sleep well can you have hope.

Only by sleeping well can there be hope.

Olanzapine is the last hope.

Many people told him not to touch olanzapine until then.You will become very fat when you are young, and you will be prone to Alzheimer's disease when you are old.

But the night Tong Yu swallowed a quarter of olanzapine for the first time, he got a full eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.

He knew that he couldn't refuse that hope.

Tong Yu felt that he was like a broken ship that was built with scrap materials. He was forced to go out to sea without passing the quality inspection. The storm at sea made him crumbling. In order to keep basically afloat, he could only choose to throw away what little he had left. property.

Sociability, looks, self-esteem, decency.

But at this time, he happened to meet that classical and romantic exotic.

It was exquisite and gorgeous that he had never seen before.

He really, really likes it to death.

But he couldn't fish it, and he couldn't carry it.

The lyrics before the chapter are quoted from the moonlight of Ghost Beam Chihiro.