Hello, stranger who picked up this letter. My name is Lu Yao. I live on the old street of Minle Lane, Kunlun Road, Golmud City, Qinghai Province. I am currently in a nursing home at No. 3495, Luer Shen Lane, Kunlun Road, Golmud City, Qinghai Province. 3 In a room on the first floor.
If you pick up this letter, please help me give it to my parents. My family is very famous in the old street. If you go to the old street and ask about it, you will know. I will give you a big thank you when it is delivered.
My name is Lu Yao, and I am an unlucky guy who was reborn in 2023. When the epidemic was over, I was infected with the new coronavirus and died at the age of 36 after rescue efforts failed.
My grandparents were road construction soldiers who followed General Mu to build roads in the Gobi. They formed a family under General Mu's help. Later Golmud became Golmud City, and my grandparents stayed in this city. I was born in 2003 I took the college entrance examination in 2001 and was admitted to Peking University with the top score in liberal arts in Qinghai Province, which became my grandfather's pride.
My biggest hobby is playing games and reading novels. Because I often complain about some unreliable TV series on a certain website, I have become a small Internet celebrity. I never expected that I have avoided the epidemic for three years, but I actually Died from the epidemic after it was over.
When I closed my eyes in the hospital, I thought I would never open them again. Unexpectedly, I opened my eyes again. When I woke up, I was lying on a lounge chair in the park.
As a long-time Tomato reader, my first reaction was naturally to suspect that I had traveled through time. But when I saw my own face in the bathroom mirror, I remembered that when I was a freshman in high school, I had a A good friend went to be a Taoist priest, and I wanted to go, but my grandparents didn’t agree, so I ran away from home.
After running away from home for a month, I was finally caught and brought home by my sister who was driven back from abroad. This ended the farce of running away from home. Now is my second week away from home. In order to make a living, I rented a tricycle from a car dealer. The business is pretty good and I can support myself.
God knows how rich my inner drama is in my rebirth. With my 20 years of experience ahead of me, being the richest man may be barely enough, and it should be very easy to achieve a small goal of assets.
The first step to having a small goal is to get rid of this tricycle!
When I went to check out my car in the evening, I picked up a strange customer. I told him that I wouldn't pick up customers anymore, but he insisted on getting in my car. There were other tricycles in the square, but he didn't seem to see them. .
There was a strangely good-looking young man, probably a college student. I recalled the comments about college students in the short video back then. I suspected that this guy was helping me in disguise. After all, college students are such a compassionate group.
After he got in the car, he handed me a piece of paper. It was a piece of paper with an address scrawled on it. No. 3495, Ershen Lane, Kunlun Road, Golmud City, Qinghai Province. I have lived on Kunlun Road since I was a child. , I am certain that there is no such thing as De'er Lane.
He said this is a sanatorium in the old city, but in fact, it is true that this is the old city, but there is no sanatorium. I thought he was a fan of The Stolen Pen. In fact, it was the first time I saw the story about Golmud in The Stolen Pen. When describing it, I looked for it by following the address, but Kunlun Road was full of ordinary communities and there was no such nursing home.
But the customer didn't believe it and insisted on asking me to take him around Kunlun Road. He could pay more.
Unexpectedly, I walked to the familiar Kunlun Road and found that the surrounding environment was not the scene I was familiar with. There really was a De'er Lane. Most of the familiar houses were gone, leaving only dense willow trees on both sides and a few rows of old buildings with a strange atmosphere. Old houses.
I was confused all of a sudden. Why did an alley appear out of thin air? At this time, I didn’t realize the seriousness of the matter. I simply thought that I had remembered the wrong way. Soon we came to the place recorded on the note. s position.
The dim lights on both sides of the road made the three-story building look particularly strange and eerie. There was an unclear house number hanging on the red door. He checked it carefully through the street lights and nodded in affirmation. Yes, this is the place. .
I felt something was wrong at the time. This place was too much like the Golmud Sanatorium recorded in the stolen pen. I didn’t even charge the fare, so I turned around and ran away. But as soon as the car started, I was knocked unconscious. When I woke up, I was already in this room now.
Through the dim light of the street lamp, I can confirm that I am probably in a certain room on the third floor. I don't know what time it is now or whether Wuxie has left.
I'm a little desperate now. I'm just an ordinary person. I don't have a system, and I don't have a golden finger.
I wrote this letter not because I wanted to resent anyone, but because I hoped that my parents would not even know about their son's death letter.
