Late in the sweltering night, ambulances flew down the street, the whistle sounding rapidly, trying to race against the black and white impermanence¹The Black and White Impermanence are two spirits that come to take you away when you die. To think of it simply, they are like death gods..

“Moved, moved! His eyes moved!”

Before Zhou Qingluo could open his eyes, a happy young woman’s voice rapped against his eardrums.

He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids seemed to be held down by the King Yan, the King of Hell.

Hearing the sounds of the ambulance, Zhou Qingluo felt relieved.

He had a heart disease and was an old opponent of King Yan. This time again, he was the victor in their battle.

He was originally a rather well-known cartoonist, occasionally drawing some idiotic manhuas and writing some stupid stories. Unexpectedly, he went viral and became a successful a top cartoonist and well-known funny blogger.

A cartoon company didn’t look down on him for having heart issues and let him work for them.

Zhou Qingluo originally didn’t want to go. The copyright income and Weibo traffic was enough for him to live a whole lifetime without worrying about food or clothing.

However, people are inherently cheap. He really wanted to experience the feeling of the struggles of society and the poison of humankind.

It’s just, he didn’t expect working to involve not only the five social insurances and one housing fund, but also overtime! There were also those wonderful bosses with no sense of humor that liked to make others keep changing their drafts.

Thus, while he was writing jokes during overtime, his heart suddenly felt uncomfortable and his eyes darkened, falling unconscious.

Lol, so this was working to death.

This time, when he wakes up, he has to slap his resignation letter onto his boss’s face, and then follow his example and point at his nose to scold him—

Edit the manuscript yourself! Your granddaddy quits! Stupid! Smelly! Idiot!

Anyways, he earned enough money to get a heart transplant. Even if he couldn’t change his heart, it was enough to last him a lifetime.

It’s not like he was going to get married. The days where feeding one meant feeding the whole family (because there’s only one person altogether) was just too comfortable.

As long as you’re alive, there is hope.

Zhou Qingluo was thinking wildly, increasing his willpower to survive. The female voice sounded in his ear again, “Smiled! He smiled!”

Another low-pitched male voice sounded: “This patient is quite carefree, smiling at such a time.”

At this moment, Zhou Qingluo’s eyelids that were being held down by King Yan were lifted, a strong beam of light shining into his pupils. The chaotic dark hell in his mind abruptly vanished.

“No problem for now.”

When the male finished, Zhou Qingluo heard everyone around him breathe a sigh of relief.

The atmosphere relaxed a lot, and the voices by his ear continued.

“Young people nowadays don’t take care of their bodies. Allergic to alcohol, yet still drinking to this state.”

“Isn’t it? Is living nice and well not good?”

When he heard ‘living well’, Zhou Qingluo summoned all his will to live, suddenly opening his eyes!

Live well, of course.

Opening his eyes was just on the outside. He could only see white in front of him.

He blinked his eyes and his vision slowly grew clear. A doctor in a white coat was standing near him.

Zhou Qingluo sighed, “Thank you, Doctor.”

His breath was too short and he could only huff out the last two syllables.

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, “The little guy’s will to live is quite strong.”

Zhou Qingluo also twitched his mouth and smiled, “Thank you. I’ll give you a gift later.”

This time, Zhou Qingluo had enough energy to speak some more, but the last few words were still only conveyed through his mouth shape.

Doctor: “Okay, save your energy. You still need treatment at the hospital.”

After being sick for so many years, Zhou Qingluo listened to doctors the most. He obediently closed his eyes and rested, temporarily not thinking about which kind soul found him and dialed 120 (the police/ambulance).

The whistling ambulance traveled unobstructed and reached the hospital soon after.

The moment the ambulance stopped, a cold young male voice stated: “He’s not dead, then I’m leaving.”

Zhou Qingluo shuddered. This voice was so gloomy it seemed to travel straight up from the depths of hell.

Was it Brother Impermanence?

Then go, I won’t be seeing you off.

Doctor: “Aren’t you his friend? You…”

The cold voice was very impatient, “His family will be here soon.”

Zhou Qingluo suddenly understood. It wasn’t Brother Impermanence, but his savior.

He opened his eyes and grabbed an arm with great difficulty.

This person’s skin was cool and had strong muscles.

Listening to this voice, it sounded like the most annoying coworker in his office. He usually pretended to be cool and noble, but he would openly flatter the boss every time.

His surname was Song, nicknamed Sissy Song.

However, he didn’t feel like this. Sissy Song didn’t have such good arm muscles.

The man already turned his head and was ready to leave, and Zhou Qingluo could vaguely see his Adam’s apple. There was a tattoo next to it—particularly striking on his cool and white skin. Though his vision was blurry, he could still recognize that it was a tattoo.

Zhou Qingluo thought to himself, ‘When did Sissy Song grow the balls to get a tattoo on his neck?’

It couldn’t be their boss’s name, right?

However, though Sissy Song was annoying, he still had to thank him for saving his life.

He said weakly, “Thank you.”

But the man mercilessly threw aside his hand with a tinge of disgust.

Zhou Qingluo: “Xiao Song (Little Song), I’ll invite you to dinner sometime.”

(TL: Xiao is a nickname and the English equivalent is Little or Lil’.)

His dying tone was especially sincere.

Zhou Qingluo was carried out of the ambulance. He turned his head and saw a man in a white shirt walking away.

In Zhou Qingluo’s confusion, he even wanted to invite Xiao Song to dinner. Song Ling, the second son of the Song family Baomu Group, a leading enterprise in Qingling City.

Song Ling came out from the hospital, got a taxi and gave an address.

The driver was probably an investor and was listening to the financial channel on the radio.

The experts on the radio commented enthusedly, “Baomu Group’s semi-annual financial report is full of good news. I’m very optimistic about their stock performance for the second half of the year.”

“Indeed, Baomu Group has grown more and more prosperous under Mr. Song Jinyi’s leadership, not disappointing the shareholders.”

“Mr. Song Jinyi was named the rising young entrepreneur of the year. He can probably be selected as one of the leading successful businessmen this year.”

The driver couldn’t help but complain, “What are these experts going on about? The Baomu Group is the number one fighter on the stock market, everyone already knows that. Do we need their analysis?”

Song Ling raised his eyelids, stared at the car screen, and stated coldly: “Turn it off.”

The driver’s neck chilled hearing this voice and he subconsciously twitched, turning off the radio with a click.

He glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that the young man in the back seemed only in his early twenties, about the same age as his son. He was staring at his phone with a gloomy face.

His expression was like the whole world was the enemy—the signature of his son as he grew up.

He couldn’t understand how such a young man could speak in such a chilling voice.

Did he miss out on the Baomu Group stock?

He couldn’t endure and asked, “Little guy, why are you unhappy?”

Song Ling stared at his phone, not raising his eyes.

“Twenty is the best age, the springtime of youth. You should be happy.”

Happy?

Song Ling’s eyes moved, scrolling through the messages he sent one-sidedly, smiling self-deprecatingly.

The last text was sent ten minutes ago.

[Shiyan, don’t go abroad, okay? Stay.]

Jiang Shiyan didn’t reply even once.

Song Ling gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

Driver: “Your generation is too delicate and sensitive. Back when we were twenty, we were full of hopes and dreams.”

Song Ling suddenly opened his eyes and handed over a hundred-yuan bill.

Driver: “We’re not there yet.”

“I’m telling you to shut up.”

They just happened to be at a red light, and the driver pulled the handbrake, turning around and wanting to teach this stinky brat a lesson about manners.

So young, yet already knew how to use money to intimidate others?

Just when he was about to speak, all of his words were caught in his throat. He didn’t dare say a word.

The young man’s eyes were too cruel, like a villain from a movie about to exact his revenge, penetrating a sword through someone’s throat in the next second without remorse.

There was also a tattoo on his neck’s carotid artery, containing both letters and patterns, not a mainstream design.

More than 40 years of experience told him that though this man was young, he was definitely a blood-licking wolf and definitely not some good person. It was only a matter of time before he became a harm to society.

The driver turned back his head, swallowing all his curses into his stomach, silently waiting for the green light.

Late at night, Song Ling sat in the small garden below Jiang Shiyan’s house and called him.

“Shiyan, I can get their school’s course materials, results, etc. You…” don’t go.

Jiang Shiyan was silent for a moment, blaming: “Song Ling! It’s illegal to hack into websites and steal others’ information!”

“I won’t leave any traces. They won’t find out, really. Can you please not go?”

Song Ling felt that he already humbled himself to the extreme. If Jiang Shiyan stayed, he was willing to do anything.

“The school in M Country is the leader in research on kidney disease, and I finally managed to get a scholarship.”

“But, you said that you would always stay with me. You said that you would follow me after you graduated from college…”

Jiang Shiyan took a deep breath, “Song Ling, there’s nothing between us.”

Song Ling pursed his lips tightly, the head he always held high finally drooping down.

A terrible silence ensued.

Jiang Shiyan felt that he was too harsh and softly comforted, “I want to cure your elder brother, and it’ll also relieve the burden on you, right?”

Song Ling’s mouth curled up, “If he can’t be cured, then my pain is only deserved, right?”

Jiang Shiyan was stumped by the question, sighing softly after a while: “Song Ling, you know that’s not what I mean.”

Jiang Shiyan hung up the call and Song Ling sat on the bench, watching the lights in Jiang Shiyan’s room dim.

He lowered his eyes, the only source of light in his heart also extinguishing. All that was left was darkness and empty space.

At this time, the street lights in the garden all went out. Song Ling fell into the darkness. He opened his eyes and stared at the dark night, suddenly laughing.

So, darkness was the original color of the world; destruction was where he came from.

Suddenly, someone in the opposite building shouted, “F*ck! Power outage! Your granddaddy’s taking a shower!”

“Your granddaddy didn’t save his documents!”

“Your granddaddy’s playing a ranked game!”

“Your granddaddy’s sleeping! So hot!”

There was chaos in the building and the residential staff were quick to respond, coming out with a loudspeaker and appeasing: “The electricity tripped because everyone’s turned on their AC in the summer. They’re repairing it now. Everyone, please be patient.”

Song Ling smiled coldly, as if all the smoke of the mortal world had nothing to do with him.

At this time, Song Ling’s phone rang and his eyes lit up. When he saw the caller, his eyes dimmed again.

He was actually still hoping for Jiang Shiyan to turn back.

The caller was a friend of his.

Song Ling just picked up and the other began to roar, “Tell me you didn’t f*cking go find Jiang Shiyan again!”

Song Ling: “No.”

The friend said in a hating iron for not becoming steel manner: “Aiyo, f*ck me! Hello? Didn’t this brother here find you a guy that looks like that… Pei, a little boy that looks like Jiang Shiyan?”

The face of the young man just now slowly surfaced in Song Ling’s mind.

That fake who desperately wanted to lean against him.

He had a clear face and looked three points similar to Jiang Shiyan.

But Jiang Shiyan was pure while that young man had a charming face, ambition and desire all written on his face. He thought of himself as a high-flying green tea²Green tea b*tch, usually refers to women who are very ambitious who pretend to be innocent., but he was actually just a fool eager for quick success.

He didn’t forget to entangle him even whilst in a coma.

He actually wanted to invite him to dinner by using his life-saving grace?

A scheming, money-worshiping, stupid and self-righteous man.

If it weren’t because he looked three-tenths similar to Jiang Shiyan, he couldn’t care less whether he lived or died.

“He knows you can’t drink so he helped you block tonight until he almost died. Aren’t you moved? Is he not better than that… pei, Jiang Shiyan?

Song Ling rubbed his temples, standing up, “Hanging up.”

The other end kept chattering on, “What’s his name again? Oh, he seems to be called Zhou Qingluo.” He paused, “Yes, Zhou Qingluo.”

When his voice fell, the community suddenly regained power.

The building opposite shone brightly, and the street lamps also lit up.

It seemed that this name came with the light.

The lights at night were gentle yet firm, and the darkness that wanted to swallow everything in its path retreated into the distance.

Song Ling’s eyes moved slightly, subconsciously repeating this name.

He was just a poor bastard that wanted to get his attention. Was he worth such a huge spectacle?

The author has something to say:

Zhou Qingluo: Farewell, I’m not worth such a huge spectacle.

Song Ling cried hoarsely: Wifey, love me, don’t go.