one liter smile

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Destiny is not chance, but a choice;

We should not expect the arrangement of fate, we must create our own destiny by our own efforts.

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Qu Fei sat up, his head was swollen, his limbs were limp and weak.

Enduring his physical discomfort and getting up from the bed, he narrowed his eyes and looked at everything around him.

The light blue floral curtains were tightly closed, and the room was very quiet, except for the slight ticking of the quartz clock.

At this moment, he was lying on the only big bed in the house, with an open book beside his pillow.

The big bed is soft and the quilt is warm.

In the dead of night, the light from the desk lamp was dim and dim.

Qu Fei touched his forehead, feeling a little low-grade fever and feeling tight in his chest.

The bed was huge, and he was not the only one lying on it.

The boy beside him curled up and wrapped in a quilt was still soundly asleep. He looked like he was in his early teens and slept soundly. He would scratch his nose and grind his teeth from time to time.

And myself...

Qu Fei clasped his palms together, his hands were a bit smaller, and everything around him was completely unfamiliar.

Here, where is it?

Why am I here again.

If he remembered correctly, he should be driving on the way home from get off work, that wide road that he was so familiar with.

And after he opened his eyes, why did he become lying here, and the boy next to him—who is it.

Just when he was touching his chin, he couldn't figure it out, the quilt around him moved and moved closer to him, his little hand stretched out from under the quilt, reached towards him, and stopped after touching his arm.

The boy didn't wake up, and said lazily, "Brother Yaye, why haven't you slept yet?"

Brother Yaya? !

Qu Fei didn't react for a while, but the boy who was holding him made another move.

Relying on the feeling that he was close to the heat source, he threw away his original quilt, nudged into Qu Fei's arms and rubbed it, groaned a few times, and asked, "Go to sleep, brother, I have to get up early tomorrow to help the store." You are busy, you just finished playing basketball today, you must be very tired."

Knowing that I'm tired, you still press it?

Qu Fei groaned, until the boy fell asleep again, and he woke up from the situation just now.

wrong!elder brother?

He has absolutely no younger brother, the old director of the orphanage can testify.

"Hey, are you asleep?" Things were beyond his expectation, Qu Fei couldn't help but move his body, trying to wake up the boy who was using himself as a pillow in his arms.

He has a lot of questions to ask now, but this child...was so sleepy that he couldn't wake up at all.

Pinching the nose, pinching the ears, covering the mouth, almost all tricks were used.

Qu Fei was helpless, carefully pushed away the octopus on his body, and wrapped him up with a quilt.

If he hadn't hallucinated just now, the boy was speaking Japanese.

This is Japan?

Qu Fei's job is simultaneous interpretation, time-limited and extremely difficult interlingual conversion work.

High wages and plenty of rest.

He was an orphan and grew up in a courtyard. After he was admitted to university, he took two foreign languages ​​for the huge bonus.

Because the school holds Japanese competitions and English oral competitions every year...

The incentives are generous, and some tuition and miscellaneous fees can be waived.

……

After so many years, he is still relying on language for food.Qu Fei thinks it's good, he likes to specialize in foreign languages.

He thought his life would go on like this forever.

But the current situation...what the hell is it.

Qu Fei ran into the bathroom and looked directly at the stranger in the mirror.

The face is not his, the body is not his, the house is not his, the money is gone...

why.

Qu Fei has saved a lot of money, he can't spend too much by himself, and the passbooks accumulated over the years are going to be used to invest in the construction of the orphanage.

He is not a philanthropist, nor does he have the heart of a bodhisattva.

Money is something outside the body, if you don't bring it with you when you are born, you don't take it with you when you die.

It is precisely because I don't care that I am willing to pay.

But now... the money is gone, and he is very resentful.

At midnight, Qu Fei, who hadn't realized that he had crossed over, was squatting in the corner of the bathroom by himself, silently exuding a depressed and decadent aura of resentment.

* *

After countless times of self-comfort, Qu Fei felt better.

He actually found a household appliance—a flashlight—on a small shelf by the bathroom door.

So he turned off the light and shook the luminous body, thinking that he would try to find some evidence that could explain his current situation without waking up that brother.

The diary, love letter, and suicide note of the original owner of the body... English, Japanese, and Chinese are acceptable, and he will not refuse anyone.

After such a long time, he also faintly felt something.

When he just graduated, he worked part-time in the translation department of a publishing house, and occasionally took on some jobs to translate works of time-travel and rebirth into foreign languages. Many of the books described time-traveling situations similar to his own now.

Is this... the upper body of a ghost?

Am I that ghost?

Qu Fei shook his arms, still in disbelief.

Fortunately, he has made some progress. He found the master's diary, and he can get some useful information, which is better than he doesn't know anything now.

In the third group B of the country, Chi Neiya also.

It turned out that the owner of the body was called Chi Neiya.

Wait, this name is a bit familiar...as if...it's the protagonist in a book.

Qu Fei bit his lip, holding the diary in both hands, squatting in the corner of the bathroom in a daze.

Where did you hear it?

correct!It is a Japanese novel that I have translated, called "One Liter of Tears".

But the protagonist in that book...isn't Chi Nea...a girl?

Qu Fei covered his chest reflexively.

Flat, unable to squeeze out the curvature.

The hand probed to a certain key part again, very good, there is no shortage of parts... He is still a pure man, yes.

So now the situation is -

1. He became the protagonist Ike Neiya in "One Liter of Tears". God knows, his gender has not changed.

2. He may be able to go back, but the probability is very low.In other words, the money he saved was completely gone.

I knew I should spend it quickly.

3. Do not rule out any accidents, for example, he just has the same name as the person in that book, but he is a completely different person and different things happened.

4. Will he suffer from the terminal illness of the girl in the original work?

If he is terminally ill, then...he still has about ten years to live.

If the person who translated that book wasn't me... I don't need to know about it.

Is it better if you don't know anything?

All the answers were in the diary in his hand, and the diary seemed to become heavy all of a sudden. He slowly turned the first page, immersed himself in the reading, with hope in his heart.

Ikeneya Lake, Ikeuchi Shioka... Ikeuchi Tofu Shop...

If he hadn't translated that book, maybe he wouldn't be so trembling.

This is really the world of a liter of tears.

Everything fits weirdly.

Being a teenager is a good thing.

Although he is young, he will not live long.

Spinocerebellar atrophy of unknown etiology, a rare disease with no cure.

Qu Fei crossed from the way home to the bed, and became a young boy who would suffer from terminal illness in the future.