I tried to call my mother and yelled at her - where are you and why don't you come home to see us? But I didn't even have her phone number.

I buried the orange cat.

A man buried it with a shovel. Its body was really fat, like a big orange bread under the earth, which looked quite funny.

I looked at it but couldn't laugh.

I looked at the purple scars on my arms, touched the cracks and slap marks around my mouth, looked at my limbs like reed poles, and stood under the sycamore tree, I couldn't laugh at anything.

The orange cat is lifeless and exudes a foul odor. Its eyes can no longer reflect my sadness. This makes me confused and angry - why have you become like this? Why can't you survive?

But I could only fill the soil silently, put her favorite cat food on the ground, and sat there for a long time. Then, I called the phone and asked how the female student was doing.

She is the person I saved. If her life goes well, my efforts will be valuable.

My classmate told me that she later suffered countless cold looks. Her neighbors pointed at her, saying that flies don’t bite seamless eggs, and that she would be dirty in the future. People took pictures of her disheveled appearance that day, and as time went by,

The incident spread wildly on the Internet, and her information was exposed. Later, one night, she jumped into the lake.

I slowly put down the phone.

Unparalleled pain and numbness, like a poisonous snake clinging to my back. I suddenly felt as if I had been drowning in the deep sea since I was born, falling little by little and never rising.

I smashed the shovel into my hand and watched the blood flow out. I felt happy in my heart, but this happiness made me even more sad.

What exactly did I save?

How can I shake this deep-rooted darkness?

For the first time, I felt that the world had finally defeated me. But I sat under the sycamore tree for a long time, until the sun set, and decided to continue as before, my blood was still cold.

After that, I continued studying and went to high school.

Until the age of nineteen——

"Wow!"

As if there was a sudden cracking sound, the memory ended. Su Mingan's eyes flashed, and he was back in the small room again, with himself in the mirror gasping for air.

He covered his racing heart and tightened his fingers little by little.

"Su Wensheng."

Su Mingan whispered.

He had imagined this identity thousands of times - he had thought that Su Wensheng was a genius, just like Asa Akto, who was so smart that he could save the world at a young age. He had also thought that Su Wensheng was Su Wensheng.

Like Rin, what kind of adventure could he get to lay the foundation for a situation that turns a thousand times?

But he never thought that Su Wensheng was just an ordinary person. A nineteen-year-old, ordinary child who couldn't even escape from school and couldn't even keep a cat - just like countless ordinary people in the world.

, except for the passionate justice and kindness in my heart, I have no power.

But the known information is telling Su Ming'an - Su Wensheng has countless vests, Su Wensheng is the leader of the Human Self-Salvation Alliance, Su Wensheng is the deputy minister of the Urban Guardian Department, Su Wensheng is Dr. Su of the Psychological Research Center, Su Wensheng has close ties with the old Holy See

Contact, Su Wensheng may even be the legendary alien king.

Nineteen years old, a high school student who can't even protect himself.

With countless vests on his shoulders, he stands at the top of the world.

How disharmonious this was was, which made Su Ming'an feel unbelievable. There was nothing special about Su Wensheng's first nineteen years of life - it could only be what happened in the last year.

Moreover, Su Wensheng has drowned. Su Mingan is just playing "Su Wensheng".
Chapter completed!