After being read, I was really numb

"If you don't get up yourself, I won't keep you company."

Xiao Xin lowered her head and kissed Ma Jinyang's cold forehead.

"Yangyang baby, I'm leaving now. See you at school tomorrow."

Xiao Xin walked away twisting her buttocks. Ma Jinyang, who was lying on the ground, tried several times to get up but failed. Later, he lay on the ground in a daze and slept all night.

In the morning, Ma Jinyang was awakened by the sunlight shining through the living room glass.

The morning sun was very warm, but he just felt cold all over, his arms and legs were stiff, and if he moved the slightest, his forehead would be covered with sweat.

Ma Jinyang struggled to get up from the ground. Just this simple action made him gasp for breath due to exhaustion.

I looked up at the wall clock and it was already nine o'clock in the morning. It was long past school time, but I had actually slept until now. This had never happened before.

He grinned.

Damn it, it must be that witch who drained me last night. I haven’t recovered yet.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Xin, who usually played so extravagantly, was actually the first to be successfully killed by that woman, which made Ma Jinyang very proud.

He attributed his physical weakness to the great exertion he had made the previous night, which was a sequelae of excessive excitement.

Ma Jinyang turned his stiff neck, stretched his numb limbs, and walked into the bathroom humming a tuneless tune.

His voice was hoarse and dry, obviously different from the sound he usually made. His mind was not very clear yet, and he did not realize that something was wrong with him.

When you enter the bathroom, there is a half-length mirror directly opposite you.

Ma Jinyang blinked his cloudy eyes and opened his mouth wide, looking at the skinny man in the mirror with snow-white hair, a wrinkled face, and skin covered with age spots.

He slowly raised his dry and thin hand, and stroked the unfamiliar old man's face with trembling hands.

"Ah ah ah..."

"How is this going?"

"Why did I suddenly become old?"

"this is not me……"

"This is definitely not me..."

"Ahhh... Why am I old?"

"How could this happen? Ahhhh..."

The hoarse and old voice echoed in the narrow space.

He swept all the toiletries in the bathroom to the floor, making crackling sounds.

The half-length mirror was also smashed to pieces by him.

The mirror shattered into small pieces, and each piece reflected a skinny old man with snow-white hair.

Ma Jinyang felt like he was going crazy. He thought he must have had a nightmare and was still asleep.

You know, I was a young man full of vigor and vitality yesterday, but after a good night's sleep, I turned into an octogenarian today.

This is simply hellish.

He slapped himself twice cruelly, and the pain reminded him that he was not dreaming.

Ma Jinyang was filled with fear, so he vented his anger by smashing everything in the house.

He wanted to continue smashing those large objects, but unfortunately his old body did not allow him to do so.

After venting his anger, Ma Jinyang sat dejectedly in a pile of ruins, tears flowing from his cloudy eyes.

After a long time...

He turned on his phone and called his mother over and over again. After two minutes, a voice came from the other end:

"Yangyang, what's the matter? Aren't you supposed to be in school today? Mommy's busy right now. She's getting her hair done. I'll call you later. Come on over."

Ma Jinyang opened his mouth, but before he could say a word, the person on the other end hung up the phone.

Since his biological mother was unreliable, Ma Jinyang called his biological father again.

"Ma Jinyang, aren't you in class at this time? Are you calling me to get in trouble again?"

(Ma Jinyang's voice is old and hoarse) "Dad, I might die."

"Ma Jinyang, what nonsense are you talking about? What's wrong with your throat? Are you sick? You are sick, kid, and you are dying."

"Dad, I'm serious. I don't know how I got older in just one night."

"What nonsense are you talking about? This is not like a play about strange stories from a Chinese studio where you can't age overnight. If you are sick, go to the hospital immediately. Where's your mother? Ask her to stay with you."

"Dad, everything I said is true. Wait for me to send you a video, and then you will know that I am not lying."

Ma Jinyang hung up the phone with trembling hands and clicked on the video link with Ma Maocai.

Ma Maocai, who was checking the information while answering his son's video call, looked up and scanned the video, and was so scared that the information in his hand fell to the ground.

On the opposite side, in his son’s video, in the ruins, an old man whose face could barely be seen as Ma Jinyang was looking at him with tears in his eyes.

"Ma, Ma Jinyang, are you really Ma Jinyang? Are you really my son Ma Jinyang?"

"Dad, I'm really Ma Jinyang."

"How did you become like this? Did you pay someone to make you fake skin just to piss me off?"

"Dad, I also hope this is a prank, but, wow wow wow...I really grew old overnight. Dad, please save me, I don't want to die."

Ma Maocai dropped the information in panic, picked up his phone and ran outside.

Ma Jinyang was his only son, and was usually a little disobedient, but his crime did not deserve the death penalty.

"Son, don't worry. Dad will pick you up soon. We will go to the hospital for a check-up. If it doesn't work in China, we will go abroad. We will definitely cure you."

Ma Maocai arrived quickly, and when the father and son came face to face, he truly felt Ma Jinyang's despair.

When I made a video call just now, Ma Jinyang was huddled in a pile of ruins. Shrouded in the shadow of the ruins, he couldn't see clearly.

At this moment, the father and son were facing each other. With just one glance, Ma Maocai knew that his son was gone.

The young man, who was originally 180cm tall and weighed 70kg, shrunk into a small ball. He was dark and thin, with wrinkles all over his face, sparse white hair, dim eyes, and looked like he was about to die.

If it weren't for the fact that every detail he said, as well as his mobile phone and bank card account numbers and passwords, matched, he would never have believed that this dying old man was actually his son.

Ma Maocai picked up his light old son and quickly sent him to the First People's Hospital.

The hospital immediately set up a special team to treat difficult and complicated diseases and gave Ma Jinyang a full examination as soon as possible.

The waiting time was torturous. Ma Maocai personally bought porridge suitable for the elderly, but Ma Jinyang only drank a few mouthfuls and could not eat any more.

Ma Jinyang's biological mother got the news two hours later and rushed over, her eyes swollen like walnuts from crying.