"Zhang Xiaoyu! Why are you so stupid? Why can't I teach you anything!"

"I have never seen you so stupid, how many times I have said it, how come you can't remember!"

"How many times do you want me to say it? You will change it? You will be able to hear it!"

Such a voice reverberated in Zhang Xiaoyu's mind, his face was numb, and he walked home like a corpse.

Today he was severely criticized by the director in front of the entire crew on the set.

"Actually, it's not that I don't know how, I've noticed it a long time ago, and I know what to do, but whenever I want to make an appropriate response immediately..."

"What I was about to say in my mouth seemed to be blocked by an invisible force back in my throat, and when I sorted out all the thoughts in my mind, the best time had been missed..."

The nineteen-year-old Zhang Xiaoyu has been acting as a runner for the past two years. Today, because of his slightly outstanding appearance, he was suddenly spotted by the director of the set, so he was specially given a temporary role.

But his performance was always slow, but the director was disappointed.

Therefore, the director was furious in front of the entire crew, and Zhang Xiaoyu was also watched as a joke by everyone present.

Zhang Xiaoyu, who was kicked out of the set, walked in the film and television base in despair. He felt that everyone around him was pointing at him now, as if they were all laughing at him.

"Don't you just look a little more handsome? Only after the director's fancy, it turned out to be a idiot!"

"Haha, give you a chance, you can't grasp it, it's useless!"

"Looking at a table of talents, I didn't expect the reaction to be so slow, and I was blinded by a stinky skin!"

Zhang Xiaoyu, who was immersed in his own world, looked ashamed. He didn't notice the construction site where the studio was being built in the distance. A bundle of iron wire suddenly broke because of overwhelming burden, and the steel bars it was bound to bounced off. Came out, and shot at him at great speed!

Whoops.

The fast-shot steel bar was heavily pierced on Zhang Xiaoyu's left chest. At that moment, blood was splashed, and his whole body was thrown backwards by this force, and then he banged heavily and landed on the ground far away.

Zhang Xiaoyu had not had time to experience this piercing pain, so he pierced his heart and died, just like a soldier who was nailed to the battlefield by a spear in ancient times and died.

A piece of white mansions in the space.

"It hurts..."

Zhang Xiaoyu woke up slowly here. Before he could get up and look at the unfamiliar environment around him, he was rolled over by the belated heartache.

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"Ah! It hurts!"

After a long time, he was exhausted and curled up on the ground, with his hands covering his bloody chest, his face full of pain, and he muttered to himself:

"Why do I have to endure such pain after I die?"

"I'm alive, God makes me feel bad!"

"I'm dead, won't God make me feel better?"

Zhang Xiaoyu looked resentful, he felt that his short life was too difficult.

Since childhood, his parents did not wait to see him because he was dumb and not good at talking. His parents gave all the benefits to his elder brother, but he lived under the severe shadow of his father, fearing and trembling.

After finally reaching the age of seventeen, he finally had a chance to appear in front of him. Zhang Xiaoyu, who was eager to get rid of the cage and let himself go, gave up his studies, walked out of the ivory tower early, and came to this society to work hard.

In the past two years, he has been working hard in order to prove that he can live well without the help of his parents, but he has slapped him in the face nakedly.

He still has nothing and can't do anything.

"Everyone is dead! Why are there no more than a hundred?"

"Why bring pain to hell! Why can't I, Zhang Xiaoyu, be completely relieved!"

When Zhang Xiaoyu was furious, at the top of the soft space where he was, a figure composed of soft light slowly emerged.

The figure looked at Zhang Xiaoyu below with pity, and he whispered to Zhang Xiaoyu:

"Who said you were dead?"

When Zhang Xiaoyu, who was curling up on the ground in resentment and covering his chest in pain, heard this sound, he immediately turned his head and looked up at the sky.

I saw a figure floating high in the sky, and continued: "Divinity, immortality, immortality, you just came to another world."

"What's the meaning?"

Zhang Xiaoyu endured the pain, didn't care who the strange light and shadow was, but wanted to figure out his own situation, and asked in confusion.

"Am I really not dead?"

"Yes, you are not dead, or you are dead in the original world."

The soft light and shadow waved and cast a ray of light, and at the same time replied to Zhang Xiaoyu.

After Zhang Xiaoyu felt the light and body, the pain in his chest gradually faded. He was amazed, and he could feel a wonderful change in his body.

He who never believed that there was a god in this world, gradually had a different guess.

"Is there really a god in this world?"

Exhausted, he leaned sideways on the ground and changed to a lying position. He said to the high-altitude figure:

"Who are you?"

"Are you a god?"

After hearing Zhang Xiaoyu's question, the high-altitude figure let out a sigh.

"Ugh...."

He neither denied nor admitted, but pitying Zhang Xiaoyu, he shook his head and said:

"People without heart,It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are! "

After Zhang Xiaoyu on the ground heard the high-altitude figure's reply, he immediately grasped the key point, highly sensitive.

"No one with a heart?"

He raised his hands and groped for a while on his chest, but he didn't feel the familiar feeling in the past.

Then he supported the ground with both hands, lifted his upper body vigorously, looked down at his chest, and immediately panicked.

"Where is my heart?"

"Why don't I have a heart?"

He saw blood stains on his chest, but there was a fist-sized hole in his heart, empty inside.

"Your heart is lost."

"As long as you leave here, you will die instantly!"

The soft figure in the sky, unable to see the specific appearance, he said to Zhang Xiaoyu from a high place.

"I'll die if I die!"

"Sometimes death is also a relief."

Hearing the word death, Zhang Xiaoyu aroused his hostility again, and he continued to say stubbornly:

"If I can choose, I would rather never be in this world!"

"I hate them!"

"Why give birth to me! Why let me come into this world to suffer!"

After hearing Zhang Xiaoyu's words, the figure composed of soft rays of light at high altitude flashed on his surface, as if he was about to lose control.

After a while, God stabilized, and He said to Zhang Xiaoyu on the ground again:

"God doesn't save people, but people save themselves. Are you sure you have to choose this way?"

After speaking, he waved his hand at Zhang Xiaoyu again, and a ray of light came out of his hand and fell downward.

After Zhang Xiaoyu on the ground heard what the figure said, two figures appeared in his mind, and he felt sad for a while.

He raised his head and said to God:

"I want to live!"