Wear it quickly, it's better to live a miserable life than to die

It was just this small pill that took He Guang's life.

Because of an allergic reaction to the medicine, He Guang was never able to walk out of the elevator again, and he never had the chance to return to the Taoist temple in a triumphant manner and show off to his master.

Chai Yunxian shed a few tears afterwards, complaining about He Guang's incompetence. She used He Guang as a stepping stone to hook up with a middle-aged divorced gay boss. He needed her to cover up, and she needed his money to enjoy life, and the two hit it off.

As for He Guang, she had long forgotten about him. When she occasionally recalled him, she would say, "I am not blessed."

Ding Yi: “…” He died capriciously and lived foolishly.

Compared with the previous world, this plot was simply a perfect start for her.

Adults can go wherever they want. If they can't make it, they can go back to the temple and live off their parents. If you have a basic education, it's not difficult to improve it later.

At this point in time, it was He Guang's 19th birthday. While eating barbecue on the roadside to celebrate, he got into a conflict with another table. He was outnumbered and beaten up, and then dragged into the alley.

Ding Yi felt that if they had come a few hours earlier, who knows who would have beaten whom. Although she was not good at other things, her fighting ability seemed to be innate. In addition, she learned a lot in the last world. If she had not felt embarrassed and did not want to hang out with a bunch of kids, she would have had a lot more certificates.

"Entertainment industry?" Ding Yi stroked his chin, his hard stubble prickling his hands. The entertainment industry was not a bad idea, she was interested, but people like Chai Yunxian should just get out of the way and not get involved.

Generally speaking, I have to take most of the responsibility for the original body's death. As an adult, I should be responsible for my own choices.

Now the original body is only nineteen years old, and it has been only three years since he left the Taoist temple. In these three years, the rebellious boy is still not mature, and his emotional intelligence and IQ are shockingly low. Ding Yi is very suspicious that what Taoist Zhengqi picked up was the placenta. The placenta can perform illusions, and then as he raised it, the placenta turned into a human, deceiving Taoist Zhengqi to continue raising it.

Thinking about her previous life, she tried to get a basic education but couldn't get one, so she had to register as illiterate. The word "illiterate" was written all the time on her household registration page.

The very thing she wanted but couldn't get was actually thrown away by someone.

Hateful and unforgivable.

Following his memory, he returned to the narrow and dilapidated rental house. There was nothing in the house, and a wooden bed was all his belongings.

The room was fairly clean. It was a hot day, and there were a few clothes scattered on the bed, but no quilt.

Although the rental house is small, it has everything you need. It is less than ten square meters and has a bed, kitchen, and bathroom.

The place is so small that the bed can only accommodate one person. The kitchen, except for the brick stove, can only accommodate one person standing, not squatting. The same is true for the bathroom. The water heater is above the squat toilet, so you can't move around when taking a shower. When you squat to poop, your face is directly facing the wall.

After Ding Yi finished running the water, he didn't take a bath. He took off all his clothes, lay on his back on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

It felt like he had slept for a long time. When Ding Yi woke up, it was still dark outside. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket and turned it on. It was 15:00.

Ding Yi realized belatedly that his original self rented a house in the Handshake Building in order to save money, and more importantly, because he had no money. The lighting was extremely poor, with the same brightness during the day and at night, and it would be night unless the lights were turned on.

The original body is not good at communicating with others, and can't bear hardships. The work is also odd jobs, and there are days and days. For example, yesterday, and today, except for a few messages sent by the operator, the phone is so quiet.

I got up and took a cold shower. The electricity bill is too expensive, so I usually don’t turn on the water heater.

I checked on my mobile phone and found that there are several buses back to Liangcheng, including trains, high-speed trains, and bullet trains. Liangcheng is where the Taoist temple is located. After getting off the bus, you need to take a bus and then a coach to get there.

There was enough time, so Ding Yi planned to buy the fastest ticket. Now was the off-season, so tickets were not difficult to buy. The problem came at the end, when the balance was insufficient.

Ding Yi was stunned for a moment, feeling mixed emotions.

Poor kid, does he not want to go back? Is it because he can't raise enough money for the trip?

Ding Yi checked the price of the cheapest ticket. Fortunately, there was a slow train back to Liangcheng, but it would take more than 20 hours, which was four or five times as long as the high-speed train.

I put the money from each bank account together, and it was just enough to pay for the slow train ticket, with five yuan left. The bus from the train station cost two yuan, and the remaining money was enough to buy four steamed buns to eat on the way.

After getting off the bus, he cried to the old man and sincerely admitted his mistake, asking if he could get a free ride back. In his original memory, the old man Zhengqi had a three-wheeled motorcycle, so if he couldn't get a ride, he could always give him some money and take the bus back himself.

There was nothing much to pack, just a few pieces, which could fit in any plastic bag. Ding Yi pulled out a black plastic bag from under the bed and put everything away. There was also a half-drunk bottle of water beside the bed, which was from nowhere. Ding Yi didn't mind and put it in the bag as well. He didn't want the deposit for the rental, either. He probably had to pay it back, after all, he still owed the landlord half a month's rent.

After saying goodbye to the landlord and throwing the keys on the bed, Ding Yi picked up the plastic bag and prepared to take the bus.

The lights were on, the night in the city was brightly lit, and there was a burst of aroma coming from the roadside restaurants. Ding Yi wiped his saliva, covered his empty stomach, and walked through quickly. When he came to the vegetable market, the uncle selling steamed buns had not yet made samples. Ding Yi quickly handed over the money and asked for four big steamed buns for three yuan. The steamed buns cost one yuan each, and two for one yuan and fifty cents. They were said to be old-fashioned steamed buns, not delicious, but big enough to satisfy hunger.

Ding Yi finished two in a few bites and put the remaining two into the bag.

The train was at three o'clock in the morning, and Ding Yi could have gone later, but after nine o'clock, the bus fare would increase, and he would not have enough money.

Forget it, let’s go early and wait at the train station.

The place he rented was quite far away, and it took two and a half hours to get to the train station. The good thing was that it was a direct route and there was no need to transfer, which saved him two dollars.

When Ding Yi got on the bus, the driver looked at him several times. Seeing that he was carrying a black plastic bag, he thought he had just come back from picking up garbage somewhere. Only after he confirmed that there was no peculiar smell did the driver turn his head away.

Arriving at the train station, Ding Yi hugged his bag tightly because the important food was inside. Without it, he would have to go back hungry.

It was not until one or two in the middle of the night that Ding Yi was able to enter the train station. He found a seat and sat down, but he didn't dare to sleep for fear of missing the train. He had to save face when he cried. If he started crying because he couldn't go back to Liangcheng, wouldn't he be laughed to death?

In fact, the slow train is not that slow, but the environment is a little worse, there are missed trains everywhere, and you may have to wait for more than half an hour.

At around six or seven in the morning of the third day, Ding Yi dragged himself off the train carrying a plastic bag. After a day and a night plus a few hours, Ding Yi had long legs and could not stretch them on the hard seat. He was extremely hungry, but did not want to get up and walk around just to save energy. As a result, his legs became numb and he could not stand it.