A long, drowsy dream that makes people exhausted.

Zhao Guan opened his eyes, sweating profusely, and was immediately startled to find that he was lying in a completely unfamiliar room.

There is no smell of disinfectant, and there are no classified monitors. This room, which is no more than ten square meters in size, is simple and narrow: the doors and windows are narrow, the decoration is simple, the furnishings are few and the quality is poor, and the more you look at it, the more you will become apathetic. Zhao Guan looked a little confused.

Looking around, my eyes fell on the wall opposite. There was a pink Y electronic clock hanging there, with a row of blood-red LED characters jumping on it, which made people's eyes hurt: May 27, 11:05.

Zhao Guan could still recall the last time he watched a TV show. It was when his friend Yu Shuimiao brought a laptop and indulged in the gossip about his life and the popular female director Zou Min being photographed in and out of a luxury hotel. Yu Shuimiao was in the background of the host's excited voice.

Li turned pale with anger: "Keep your fucking eyes open and look! This is the person you hold in your hands all day long!"

Zhao Guan was a little surprised by this, but he was more worried about Yu Shuimiao's mood. He was born romantic, emotionally indifferent, and has been disabled for more than ten years. Although he and Ren were apparently lovers, there was really not much love left.

.Knowing that the other party secretly ate food when I was seriously ill gave me more of a sense of peace that "it's true" and worry about Zou Min out of sympathy. After all, the day before he went to the hotel with her, Ren Pingsheng was unshaven and full of affection.

He took care of him at his sick bed.

That day happened to be Labor Day. Not long after he urged Yu Shuimiao to relax and go out for dinner in the evening, he suddenly became difficult to breathe. In a trance, he heard the monitor alarming like crazy, followed by many people calling his name.

When I wake up, it will be now.

Zhao Guan stared at the row of red letters on the electronic clock in trance, until a strong pain penetrated into his stomach. It was a hunger he had never felt before, and for a moment there was nothing left in his mind except appetite. Zhao Guan subconsciously

He stretched out his hand to find the call bell on the bedside. Unexpectedly, he pushed hard and his legs actually lifted up.

He was so shocked that he fell directly from the 1.2-meter-wide cot to the ground.

The sharp pain in his knees was accompanied by the briefly forgotten scene in his dream. Zhao Guan was so dizzy that he took a wrong look and realized that he was only wearing red underwear with bold stripes and a pair of long white legs that seemed to have been carefully carved.

Straight and thin, the straight lines of the instep dazzled him.

He suddenly remembered the fire that broke out in the recording studio when he was twenty years old, and the chandelier crashed from above his head. He rushed to protect Ren Pingsheng, and tightly held his lover in his chest and arms.

His spine was shattered, his lungs were damaged, his lower limbs were paralyzed, and his respiratory tract was choked. At that time, Zhao Guangang won the Best Newcomer Award and the Best Arranger Award at the Tianyin Festival for his first self-composed record. Industry insiders concluded that his future was uncertain.

Limited edition. As soon as this sad news came out, countless fans cried and prayed. In such an era of limited information, letters flew into the ward like snowflakes. Two and a half years later, there were only a few greetings left.

Zhao Guan wrote songs crazily on the hospital bed like venting, and the essence of the songs was the best, but he could no longer sing them himself. At that time, Ren Shengping kissed the corner of his mouth with tears and said: "Write it, my life is yours, just

Let me sing for you."

How long did it take? No one can remember clearly. Zhao Guan supported Ren Pingsheng with the tip of his pen, turning him from a little-known rookie to the internationally renowned superstar he is today.

Falling in love in youth, sharing weal and woe? In fact, Zhao Guan felt that he seemed to be less interested in it gradually. It was just that Ren had been too dependent on himself in his life, and he was willing to let his passionate love turn into family affection and responsibility, binding himself to be loyal to the family. But since Ren

Having been able to be with Zou Min all his life, his feelings for him were probably not as hard to extricate themselves from as he thought. Now like this... it's easy to get together and break up, right?

Zhao Guan lay on the ground and thought a lot, as if he wished he could reflect on his decades of life. Until the heart-rending hunger eased, he slowly stood up on the edge of the bed. He couldn't help it.

He stepped on the same spot. Over the years, he gradually became familiar with the control of the wheelchair, but the perspective when standing and the cold temperature of the soles of the feet touching the ground became so unfamiliar. Before this, he could not have imagined that he would not be able to survive after death.

One month later, through such an incredible experience, I regained these untraceable things.

The physical exertion of several steps made him dizzy, and the hunger level in his body made him feel that he might pass out again in the next second. Zhao Guan couldn't calm down, and had to force himself to calm down, so he could only recall the dreams he had while sleeping.

While looking for food. Who knew that the original owner of this body was far more crazy about losing weight than he imagined. Pulling open a large number of cosmetics and skin care products, it took Zhao Guan a long time to find a chocolate wrapped in candy particles from the corner of the drawer.

.The strength in his limbs surged back into his body at the moment of swallowing. He finally got rid of the threat that followed him everywhere and leaned on the bed tiredly.

There is a small, goose-yellow diary pressed against the pillow.

The owner's name is written directly on the title page: Harakami.

Zhao Guan touched them with his fingers, his eyes were deep, and after a long time, he sighed with half regret and half helplessness.
Chapter completed!