Resurrection, I'm crazy

"Hahaha, sissy!"

"Look, he is neither a man nor a woman, he is a monster."

"Oh my, really, no wonder she looks so beautiful."

I'm not a monster.

"Hahaha, he is really good-looking, no wonder all the girls in the class like him."

"What kind of trouble would it cause if this weird-looking thing of his was posted online?"

"That must be interesting. Who knows, someone might come to see him."

No, no, I'm normal. My mom says I'm an angel, not a monster.

The evil voice flows in my ears, and it radicalizes my heart again and again.

No, I don't, I'm not a monster, I'm an angel.

Angels have no gender, I...

Tears slid down her face, mixed with warm liquid and dripped onto the ground...

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A beam of sunlight shone through the badly damaged roof of the toilet onto the "earth", forming a circle only the size of a fist, surrounded by dust. The golden light silently enveloped this fist-sized area, watching the scene before it.

His skin was as pale as ice and snow. The naked boy huddled in a corner.

His extremely dark eyes were empty and void, his body was shaking constantly, his hands were clasped across his chest, and he was curled up in a kneeling position.

The young man slowly stretched out his scarred hand, trembling and fearfully pulled over a torn piece of clothing and put it on.

That sacred blue and white dress was covered with words written in red pen that were unspeakable and unbearable to look at.

They were like an invisible snake, tightly and airtightly entwining the fragile boy.

The boy couldn't breathe.

That beam of sunlight did not make this place warm like spring. Instead, it gradually disappeared as time passed.

It slowly tightens, tightens, and tightens again...

Xia Changqing couldn't help but hang his head, his eyes were empty, and the lifeless atmosphere made people feel suffocated.

The damaged environment, the dripping water, and the slippery ground all indicate pain and helplessness.

Gently, his hand slowly stroked across her face, his fingers trembling as he stroked her face. What he touched was not the smoothness and tenderness of the past, but a criss-cross pattern of wounds with warm liquid.

Without thinking too much, Xia Changqing also felt that he was ugly.

He used to like his appearance the most. His mother would praise him for his good looks and tell him that he didn't have to be a big tree, and that being a flowering tree was also good.

The tears suddenly flowed uncontrollably. She wanted to speak, but her throat was blocked and she couldn't utter a word.

His heart was always in a knot, like a rusty machine. As he regained consciousness, the pain intensified.

Mother……

My hands and feet were cramping uncontrollably, cold sweat soaked my entire back, and all the strength in my body was drained.

I huddled in the corner, cold and numb, feeling chilled.

My mother's voice sounded like an angel.

"Our Changqing is the most beautiful, the little leather jacket that warms my mother." A smiling face gradually appeared in front of Xia Changqing's eyes. The wrinkles at the corners of the man's eyes were obvious, but he was holding a beautiful book in his hands, introducing it word by word.

"Everyone is different. Changqing is an angel, the most beautiful baby of his mother. Gender is not necessary. Changqing must learn to protect himself and also learn to understand himself... Our Changqing is a beautiful little flower. He will bloom the most beautiful flower at the best time. So... don't worry, your mother will protect you..."

"Mom... I miss you." Xia Changqing stretched out his hand, wanting his mother's comfort.

That beam of sunlight has not completely dissipated, it seems to be a guide sent by someone. Just waiting for me to move forward, I want to stand up...

That beam of sunlight is like the voice of a mother, flowing gently into the heart. The cold body begins to warm up, and the body encouraged by love begins to grow flesh and blood crazily.

Xia Changqing moved his fingers, trying to catch the beam of light, but his hunched body stumbled away, and a wave of sadness surged in his heart. Or the face, or the beam of golden light, or his mother.

Reach out, grab, closer... closer, quickly...

Unfortunately, the ground was slippery and wet. He crawled forward for half a day but failed to catch the light. He only felt an extraordinary pain in his knees. The pain overshadowed his hope, his body trembled more violently, and the light gradually disappeared.

it's dark……

Why? Why can't I go faster?

A little faster and I could catch her.

I miss you... I'm not a monster, no...

The boy's tears flowed again. Xia Changqing raised his head, with a few heavy tears hanging on his long eyelashes. He blinked a few times and fell back to his original place.

The vision was blurry and unclear, and through the faint water vapor, a face covered with scars and a confused expression was imprinted.

Despite the tears that kept flowing, he tried to force a smile, but it was a broken, heartbreaking smile that was heartbreaking.

A black shadow appeared behind the boy. It was invisible and silent. It seemed to appear out of thin air, or like a bystander silently watching the boy.

The dark shadow slowly curled up its body, little by little, and hugged the boy tightly in the darkness.

He had no shape, like a mass of black air. Xia Changqing only felt a warmth embracing him, but when he tried to touch it, he could not feel anything.

The senses in the darkness were magnified, and the touch became more obvious. The deformed body was wrapped by an unknown object, and warmth was transmitted in waves.

The coldness around was approaching rapidly, trying to drive away this warmth.

One second in heaven, one second in hell, it only takes a moment.

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[The host is here, hurry up, he is going to break.] The baby voice of 081 came from the robot.

It looked at the man in front of it and its heart ached. The young man was covered in wounds and looked broken.

There was no sign of life at all, like a lifeless rag doll, curled up in the corner.

The surrounding environment added a bit of sadness, and the sound of water drops falling only made one feel sad.

[He is so pitiful, he is really about to break, why are humans like this?] 081 couldn't figure it out, it just felt that the person in front of it was pitiful and sad.

Long Baiyue was dressed in green and stood on the sword like a pine or cypress.

She formed seals with her hands, and a pale golden ring moved towards the small toilet. Slowly enveloping the small world, a golden light flashed, and the darkness was broken.

The black shadow dissipated, and the fragile boy hugged his chest. The golden light turned into a golden butterfly, slowly resting on the boy's shoulders that were not covered by his clothes.

The shoulders were slender, covered with scars, red and purple interlaced. It was a kind of messy, broken and painful beauty.

As if feeling itchy, the boy slowly raised his head. The safe posture was broken from the inside. It was like a soft flower heart blooming.

The golden butterfly slid down the boy's shoulder and fell into his hand. Its golden wings glowed and illuminated the world bit by bit.

When the Psylocke flapped its wings, golden powder fell to the ground, and a glowing plant grew and sprouted where the boy shed tears.

It slowly stretched out its branches, and the leaves that grew there emitted a faint golden glow. After a while, a golden flower bloomed before the boy's eyes.

The boy wiped away his tears and looked at the fairy tale scene in front of him with wide eyes. The golden flowers bloomed with their green branches and leaves, and slowly stretched out their green leaves to the boy, as if inviting him.

Are you inviting me to say hello to you?

Phew... It seems fake, the boy's tears fell. He looked blankly at the golden flower that was reaching out to him.

Unable to feel free, Xia Changqing stretched out his hand in a daze and slowly touched the green leaf.

The flower seemed happy. It shook its body slowly, and the golden light became brighter and brighter.

The golden flower fully blossomed, and Xia Changqing's eyes gradually brightened, as if he was relaxed. Or was it the golden light that the flower accidentally emitted that made him feel warm.

The sound of footsteps slowly rang out, and the door of the dilapidated toilet was pushed open from the outside.

Xia Changqing's body trembled when he heard the voice, and the golden flower in front of him emitted a dazzling light, which completely enveloped him and also illuminated this damaged little world.

Xia Changqing slowly raised his head and saw...

She was wearing a green dress, with a white green lotus jade pendant hanging from her waist, and colorful tassels swaying. Looking up... were a pair of extremely pale eyes.

What beautiful eyes! Xia Changqing couldn't help but sigh, but when he thought of where he was, he felt sad again.

It is an abandoned construction site very far away from the school, and the toilet is cold and damp.

No one usually comes here.

She - was she sent by those people? Who is she?

Xia Changqing felt his body shaking even more violently. He was so scared that he wanted to go home. Why was it like this here?

The black shadow slowly appeared again and slowly wrapped around Xia Changqing's body.

Feeling safe in the embrace, he gradually calmed down, but his breathing was still short.

Her eyes were cold and the moonlight was dim, making her look unreal. Her skin was fair and flawless, and her features were not sharp, beautiful, or deep, but rather gentle and soft.

The whole person looked warm and cool under the moonlight. Xia Changqing was a little dazed and felt it was a little unreal. He saw the woman raise her hand slightly, and a golden light slowly entered Xia Changqing's body.

Compared to the momentary warmth brought by the plant, this golden light filled his entire body, climbing up along his body little by little.

Soon a warm color surged over his body, and the golden flower instantly produced seeds that fell into the boy's hands.

A light blue blanket wrapped around the boy's fragile body. No one knew how the blanket was woven, but it was beautiful and smooth, with lotus patterns embroidered on it.

"Hello, Xia Changqing. Let me introduce myself. I am Long Baiyue, the dean of Xuanling Cultivation Academy."

Academy... Cultivation? Dean? Xia Changqing muttered these words while holding the golden flower seed, thinking that it was indeed a dream, it was so unreal.

"Student Xia Changqing!" Long Baiyue called out again. Compared to the gentle self-introduction just now, this time there was spiritual power in Xia Changqing.

Xia Changqing heard the sound clearly. He pinched his thigh in confusion and doubt.

He cried out in pain, trembling with fear, and huddled further into the corner.

"I don't know you." The boy's face was pale, his breathing was a little rapid, and he looked at the girl in front of him with confusion and anxiety.