Lingzi is not too cold today

Chapter 1 Nice to meet you
"Mengmeng, if a boy lives in our house, will you object?"

At the dining table, Shi Qing was eating and glanced at her daughter from time to time.

The girl she called Mengmeng had a cold expression.

"Which boy?"

"It's Xiaojin. You two had a good relationship when you were young. You even took a bath together and slept under the same quilt."

On the other side of the dining table, a little girl who buried her head in cooking looked at her sister curiously, blinking her watery eyes.

"Can not remember."

Zhuang Xiaomeng shook his head, expressionless.

"That's right, you were all young at that time, less than four years old."

"After staying abroad for so many years, I came back recently. I really want to meet that little guy."

Shi Qing held her chin and turned to look at her little daughter, squinting her eyes slightly.

"Xiaoyu, do you want to have an older brother?"

The little girl looked at her sister and then at her mother, but didn't dare to speak.

"Why do you want to live in our house?"

Zhuang Xiaomeng said calmly.

"Well, I only found out some time ago that his parents passed away in an air crash last year."

Shi Qing sighed, looking sad.

"His mother and I are very good friends, and his mother helped me a lot back then."

"The child is alone and has no one to take care of him now, so I just want to bring him home."

Zhuang Xiaomeng paused, and said softly, "You can figure it out yourself."

……

The sun was setting, and the setting sun fell on the white sheets in the room.

The young man pushed open the window in the room, and in an instant, the cold wind from outside blew in, brushing away the strands of hair on his temples.

In the beam of light squeezed in from the pane, countless dancing dust floated.

The horizon in the dusk can't be seen at a glance, and the afterglow renders a touch of gold on his profile.

"Whoo~"

Breathing in the unfamiliar air in this city, the boy looked a little dazed.

The pungent smell of sulfur dioxide remained in the lung lobes, like rotten eggs and dried cabbage leaves.

A quarter of an hour ago, he opened his eyes in this room, and the strong breath of death lingered in his nose, making him feel desperate.

He walked into the kitchen covering his mouth and nose, turned off the gas valve, and fell into deep thought while looking at the closed doors and windows.

There was a piece of paper on the bedside table, and a line of words was written lightly with a pen.

"My name is Gongsun Jin, and my death has nothing to do with anyone."

Very Haizi style.

"Your name is Gongsun Jin, it's a pity to know you in this way."

He walked to the full-length mirror in the room and looked at his strange self in the mirror, a little curious.

"But, it's nice to meet you."

"Gongsun Jin" breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at his own appearance in the mirror.

An overly pretty face with fair skin and a cinnabar mole between the eyebrows.

The facial features are exquisite and not powdery, not only the skin is beautiful, but the bones are also beautiful.

In the future, he will live in this strange world with Gongsun Jin's name and this beautiful skin.

No matter how you say it, it's a bit unreal, like Kafka's Metamorphosis, but without turning into a beetle.

He didn't even know how he got here, he just took a nap on a sunny afternoon.

I thought to myself, "Just sleep like this, and it's best not to wake up again."

When I woke up, I came to this world.

"It's time travel, isn't it a dream?"

Gongsun Jin sat on the neat bed sheet and pinched his face.

The sheets were so neatly made that even the slightest wrinkle made him uncomfortable.

Presumably the owner of this body loves cleanliness, the white shirt on his body is as white as new, and the neckline and sleeves have no trace of yellowing.

He took the phone beside him and unlocked it with his fingerprint.

The first thing that caught my eye was a headline: "The National Football World Cup swept Spain and met Brazil in the final."

……

"Am I crazy, or is the world crazy?"

Gongsun Jin roughly glanced at the news, and then checked the communication records on the phone.

He had to understand what kind of situation the owner of this body was like.

In the communication records, apart from the delivery boy, he is the real estate agency and the account manager of Central Xiaobai.

Except for the notes of "head teacher" and "roommate", the rest of the contacts didn't even have notes, which was very perfunctory.

There is nothing in the text message, except for fraudulent information and courier information.

There are only a few simple updates in Penguin and Moments.

The first thing that caught my eye was a graduation photo with the text "Graduated" without even an expression.

Gongsun Jin then clicked into the life status of the original owner.

"The relatives who owe money to my family don't want to pay back the money, and they all think I'm a bully."

——February 8

"In the future, the university's tuition fees, accommodation fees, and living expenses will cost a lot of money. You need to apply for student loans."

——February 8

"I gave up my dream and chose a major that I didn't like but they thought was good, international economics and trade."

——February 8

Later, the time goes back to July.

"At the college entrance banquet at the same table, she secretly told me that she likes me. In fact, I also like her a little bit, but I dare not agree. Because as soon as I say I like her, I will think of getting married. But when I think of breaking up in the future, I Just don't want to start." - July 7

All of the above are personal views only.

The only public post that someone liked was at the end of June last year, close to the graduation season of the third year of high school.

"Pigeons can really eat, no matter how much they are fed, they are hungry."

Attached are two photos of squatting on the playground and feeding corn kernels to pigeons.

When he saw these things, memories about the original owner gradually flooded into his mind, but they were not very clear, as if wrapped in a hazy fog.

The original owner was born with a good voice, he likes to sing, and his dream is to become a singer.

The family background is not very good, but his parents have been silently supporting his dream.

It is a pity that last year, the family suffered a sudden change, and the parents passed away unfortunately because of an air crash.

At that time, he didn't have a mobile phone or a bank card, so he couldn't receive the insurance compensation, so he had to seek help from relatives.

The uncle said to help him, but privately invested the compensation.

Since then, Gongsun Jin's cheerful personality has gradually become depressed, and she doesn't like to talk or get in touch with other people.

His favorite school is a public university of music, and the tuition fees of such art schools are generally relatively high.

Losing the guarantee of life given by his parents and paying high tuition fees, he can only rely on part-time jobs to make ends meet.

Gongsun Jin has a withdrawn personality, doesn't like to socialize with others, and inevitably stumbles at work.

When I opened WeChat, there were very few chat records in it.

The one on the top is a person whose remark is "Second Uncle". When he clicks on Moments, he can see a BMW [-] Series and a high-end business place. He should be the richest of his relatives.

"You don't even look at your current state. Your parents are gone, and you can't afford to study art."

"You asked me to borrow money, where can I lend you money?"

"Three years ago, you borrowed 5 yuan from my father, but you haven't paid it back yet."

Then there was no reply.

The next few chat records were also discussing about repaying money and borrowing tuition fees, all of which were evasion.

"Auntie, my mother paid for the medical expenses of my uncle's previous hospitalization. Do you have any money now?"

"My aunt's own business is also difficult. I haven't made any money this year. You go to the second uncle. He borrowed tens of thousands of yuan from your family and has not paid it back. Your mother used to talk to me often."

"Which school is not good for you to go to? Do you have to learn music? Go to a cheap public school, and I can still borrow it."

"Your grades in cultural courses are pretty good. If you can get a copy, the tuition fee is only a few thousand yuan a year. The cost of learning music is too high for you to afford."

After that, Gongsun Jin didn't look carefully.

What he remembers most is the two photos of the original owner holding corn kernels and feeding the pigeons.

Teenage boy, carefree, knowledgeable but unsophisticated, with a really nice smile on his face.

There are also some strange thoughts about the suicide of the original owner.

He originally planned to hang himself while squatting in the bathroom with a towel tied in the bathroom.

That process was extremely painful, and he had simulated it many times.

But he was worried that others would be frightened when they opened the bathroom door and see the corpse, which would cause psychological shadows, so he gave up the idea of ​​suicide.

So he turned on the gas valve, locked the doors and windows, and lay down on the bed.

Just sleep for a long time and never wake up again.

After slowly digesting the memory of the original owner, Gongsun Jin didn't feel sentimental.

Maybe it's numbness, maybe it's a cold nature.

He has always been unable to empathize with other people's sorrows and joys, he does not rejoice in things, he does not grieve in himself, he only feels that the crowd is noisy.

Going downstairs, I strolled on the long street alone.

In the small shop on the side of the street, the spoon of the fried rice was in contact with the steaming iron pot frequently, making a thumping sound, and the rice was constantly tumbling in the air.

A stylishly dressed couple passed the wide road together. The girl looked around quickly, holding her lover's arm with some fear, and the boy smiled softly.

Junior high school students in school uniforms were riding bicycles, and the crisp sound of bells rang together. The little girl was sitting in the back seat, holding an ice cream in her hand, her cheeks flushed.

An old man in a felt hat is leading a simple Shiba Inu. The energetic dog wags its tail, barks and plays around.

The old man was being dragged around by the dog, cursing and grinning, but with a smile in his eyes.

The sound of a woman calling her child to eat can be heard from the low-rent apartment upstairs, and the aroma of the food wafts out of the window.

Gongsun Jin walked through the crowded crowd, looked at the fireworks overflowing from the street, and felt that there was a huge sense of alienation between himself and the crowd.

The two worlds are so similar, as if they just live in another city.

The same light signs, the same neon lights, the same rows of high-rise buildings, and even the traffic lights at the intersections are the same.

But that empty, isolated sense of loneliness kept coming from all around, wrapping him tightly.

The weather is slightly cold and windy.

Gongsun Jin shrank his neck, buried his chin in the thin collar, and crossed the bustling street alone.

The setting sun was drowning in an orange sea, and the horizon far away in the sky had no end in sight, and the boy's shadow under the setting sun was stretched very long.

Walking in the desert will be lonely, but walking in a sea of ​​people will still be lonely.

Lingling~
At this time, the phone rang, and it was an unknown phone number.

Gongsun Jin hesitated for a moment, then pressed the answer button.

The moment it was connected, it was like opening a Pandora's box.

But it wasn't the devil's voice that came over the phone, it was very gentle.

"Is it Xiao Jin?"

(End of this chapter)