I’m a God in Another World

Ranch

I went to work one day today. From morning to night, I ate a box lunch at work.

Some of you should know that I do n’t have a car. I commute by motorcycle.

It’s raining halfway through the ride. I’m on a relatively lopsided road. The visibility on the road is too low. I accidentally knocked people off. I also flew when I hid. All deformed.

Fortunately, the young man tall and strong is fine and didn’t hit me. I lost some money and let me go.

But my car has broken down and my phone is dead after the transfer.

Nothing on the road, my hands and legs hurt, I would have died if I hadn’t worn my helmet.

The mobile phone is out of power. I can’t go to the village or the shop. The car has broken down. I’ve been hanging in the P file and can’t start at all.

Then I pushed my car home, from six thirty to nine.

No one on the road helped me. I wanted to buy some water to drink in the village on the road, and those people did n’t let me in because of the epidemic.

I just walked in the rain, the cars on the road desperately splashed water on me, and the police at the intersection with the police usually didn’t know if it didn’t come because of the rain.

Down jackets are soaked, and it may take a long, long time for such a difficult situation.

I thought about many things along the way.

Think about why this book is so miserable, probably my own dish.

I want to ask for support in the group when I publish a new book, but only a few people support it, a group of nearly 2,000 people.

I also think of the person I was sorry for, she walked in the rain for me for a long time, this time we can be leveled off.

Of course, the thing that saddens me most is that I’m really tired of living.

It’s so desperate to call it Tian Tian Shao, Ji Ling Ji Ling, and the courage to fuck.

People who have pushed a motorcycle know how heavy it is, and I have been pushing it for two and a half hours, just like walking corpse.

Life is really hard, but it is good to live.

The reason why it is so difficult is probably your own food.

I once thought that when I made more money, I went to the mountains to help those children, let them feel the kindness of the World, and let them have hope.

It seems that I can’t even help myself.

The only good thing is that when I was nearing home, a brother riding a motorcycle kept honking behind me.

I thought he was the same as those who splashed water on me. I’ll give him way when he honk the horn.

It turned out that he came here deliberately and asked me if I was out of oil. He could give me half.

At that time, my heart warmed.