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

Walking out of the station, throwing the bag on the ground and sitting down, Ding Yi took out his cell phone, dialed a number and started crying loudly.

At around seven or eight o'clock, in the busy square, a strong young man was crying uncontrollably. People who saw him stopped to look. They saw the young man crying and snotting, then he buried his head in his knees and sobbed.

Passers-by looked at each other, and then sighed. This is a child who was wronged, and suffered. If he was not wronged, how could a young man cry in public? If he was not suffering, how to explain the garbage bag at the child's feet? Someone walked up and threw a few dollars in front of Ding Yi. There was the first one, the second one, and soon, there was a pile of money in front of Ding Yi.

Ding Yi was both sleepy and hungry, mainly because of hunger. He didn't want to move at all and felt very embarrassed. But as long as he could have a good reason to go back, this little bit of embarrassment was nothing.

An old lady walked up to Ding Yi, picked up the money on the ground with one hand, and patted his shoulder lovingly with the other hand, "Don't be afraid, kid, just cry it out."

Ding Yi's eyes were red as he looked at the old lady in confusion. The old lady stuffed the money in her hand into Ding Yi's arms and said lovingly, "Don't be afraid, kid. Take this money and live a good life. It will pass."

Ding Yi was confused and had no idea what was going on. He had received a huge sum of money for no apparent reason. He wanted it, but he didn't want it. Looking at the old lady's gray hair and hunched body, Ding Yi felt that his conscience would not allow him to take the money.

"Grandma, I can't take your money, you can take it back, I'm fine, I'll be fine soon."

The old lady sighed, stood up shakily, pointed at the people passing by and said, "That's not my money. It was given to you by kind people. Child, difficulties are only temporary, and things will get better in the future. Don't be discouraged. Live well and be a different person."

"Ah, we are all miserable people."

Ding Yi: “…” He just wanted to play a pitiful role to the old man and let him return to the Taoist temple smoothly in order to gain some benefits later, but he didn’t expect that he was lying.

He finally accepted the money, moved to another place and squatted again, growling with hunger, but did not stand up to eat.

If he wants to play the victim, he must be miserable. If he doesn't, the truth will be revealed, which will be detrimental to his subsequent plans.

Taoist Priest Zhengqi arrived very quickly, appearing at the train station before noon, exhausted. He saw someone squatting in the corner counting ants.

"Oh!" Zhengqi Dao let out a long sigh. All his children are debts, and this little kid he picked up when he was young is also a debt.

"Let's go."

Ding Yi followed his master pitifully, carrying a black plastic bag. He raised his head slightly, revealing his red eyes, and let his stomach rumble.

The master couldn't bear it anymore, so he took him to eat a bowl of noodles. When they passed by a store, he bought a handbag, a black plastic bag. After being rubbed for a long time, a hole appeared at the bottom, and the things in the bag were scattered all over the floor.

After cleaning up, Ding Yi looked so miserable.

After taking several buses back to the Taoist temple, Ding Yi couldn't help asking, "Master, where is your car? Did you sell it?"

Taoist Priest Zhengqi looked at him with disdain, and said, "Three-wheeled motorcycles are not allowed to carry passengers. You want me to drive in the front and you to drive behind?"

"When was the regulation made?" Before, when there were no passengers aboard, no one said anything.

"recent."

Ding Yi shut up.

It is now May, which is why Ding Yi hurried back.

"Old man," as soon as he said this, Ding Yi received a friendly cold eye from Taoist Zhengqi. What a disgusting guy, he became even more rude after coming back.

"I want to take the college entrance examination. Please use your connections to see if you can get me in." In the past few days, Ding Yi saw the college entrance examination in this world and felt that it was quite simple. He had been thinking about how to improve his academic qualifications, but now it has come. He wanted to get the highest academic qualifications as quickly as possible, and then go to the entertainment industry to take a look. Why not go now? The answer is that he doesn't want to go now.

"It's not dark yet, but it's getting dark soon. It's time to wake up from your daydreams."

"Old man, how can you talk like that?"

"Some people can't even get into high school, yet they want to take the college entrance examination without any shame. Where's their face? Will they lose it after being away for a few years?"

"No, old man, just speak, can you please not be so sarcastic?"

"No."

Ding Yi covered his face, speechless. He thought that the old man went to pick him up and accepted him, but he didn't expect that although he was accepted, he had a lot of complaints.

"Old man, I'm serious. I've been busy outside these past few years. I think I can do it. If you don't believe me, why don't you test me?"

"It's no use telling me, do you know how to take the college entrance examination?"

Ding Yi blinked. He had never thought of this before. "How can I do this?"

"High school enrollment or high school diploma, what do you have?" Taoist Zhengqi's mouth was full of disdain, and there was also a subtle pain in his disdain. What on earth did this bastard encounter outside that made him want to come back and take a relatively less difficult path. He remembered that this guy had shouted that he would never come back even if he died outside.

Is this a slap in the face to oneself, or is it because he has already died once and has figured it out?

"Oh," Ding Yi took a breath and decided to take a step back. He thought for a while and said, "Then I will take the high school entrance examination. Don't tell me, old man, that this is impossible."

"Wait."

Taoist Priest Zhengqi went down the mountain and had not been in the temple for two days. Ding Yi was bored waiting, so he flipped through his original textbook and found that it was quite simple, but he did not pass the exam. He was immediately worried about his IQ. No wonder he was deceived and died too simply and violently.

Ding Yi sometimes had an illusion. Looking at the hustle and bustle of traffic and the neon lights on the road, he seemed to see in his memory a scene that was more developed and prosperous than this world. The two were somewhat similar, but there was no comparison at all.

Ding Yi in the Taoist temple waits patiently for his master to return.

Taoist Priest Zhengqi did not disappoint him. Two days later, he came back and threw him a student ID card. "Go to the foot of the mountain to report tomorrow. You know the way, so I won't send you off."

After saying that, Taoist Zhengqi put his hands behind his back, didn't want to pay any attention to Ding Yi, and closed the door directly.

With more than a month left before the high school entrance exam, Ding Yi returned to school as an older repeater. Being extremely thick-skinned, he completely ignored the stares of others.

Fortunately, time was tight and no one wasted much time on him.

Ding Yi was listening to the class and just wanted to complain, is it that simple? Then he looked up the test papers from previous years, is it that simple? Then he looked at the admission scores, is that it?

I looked up at the sky in silence. My original body’s IQ was indeed not high.

The old man is right to despise it. Anyone who encounters this annoying thing and refuses to obey it will have to despise it.

Two months later, the results of the senior high school entrance examination were released. Ding Yi scored full marks and became the city's top scorer in the entrance examination. For this, the Taoist temple became a little famous. Taoist Master Zhengqi received tourists from all over with a stern face, but he was already very happy in his heart.