[Exclusive from Jinjiang] Life is as brilliant as a song (nutritional solution plus update two-in-one)

The evening breeze blew past the hospital entrance, lifting a tuft of hair on Luo Shiqin's forehead. She casually raised her hand to comb the hair into her hair, then turned her head to look at Yang Yan, who was still immersed in his own thoughts.

"What's wrong?"

These days Luo Shiqin found that she particularly liked to say these three words.

After all, people like Yang Yan, who have rich inner activities, rarely speak out their true feelings.

The person being questioned suddenly woke up and then smiled and said, "It's nothing... I'm just a little grateful that Lele has such a good aunt."

Luo Shiqin: "Lele also has so many friends who care about her."

"friend?"

Yang Yan was stunned for a moment when she heard this word. When she saw LL looking at her with a faint smile on his face, she finally responded, "We?"

The hot wind blew past, but this time Yang Yan no longer felt the heat. It seemed that in this warm wind, there was a fragrance that made her feel bright and cheerful, and the heat wave was not worth mentioning.

"This summer doesn't seem to be that hot."

The girl's eyebrows curved as she looked at the hot streets in the distance and the orange-red clouds in the sky, and uttered this sigh.

[Countdown 3 days]

[Can you please stop ruining the upstairs atmosphere? ? ]

[I was just relieved that Sister Yan was finally happy, but when I opened the comment section and saw the first comment, I was going to die]

[There is no one who is not crazy, just keep going!]

[Is this really going to end? Sister Yan obviously has an idea, so there is no need for the author to push her too hard~]

[Bet an L will help]

[But seriously, L has been helping Sister Yan all along the way, so that death limit should also help, right? I don't want to see Sister Yan, who is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, stop before dawn...]

[You are all paying attention to Sister Yan. Am I the only one who thinks that something is wrong with L? What kind of mystery is going on between her and Brother Pingzi?]

[Yuchang City... seems to be the city where Sister Yan works? So they will go back in the end?]

[L is just a supporting character after all? Could it be that the author has arranged some hidden plot for her? It feels like she has a lot of scenes recently]

[I am different. I don't care about L's identity. I just hope Yang Yan is fine! My youth will never be buried at the age of 21!!]

[It's impossible! +10086]

[I hope L can play a bigger role! I will definitely put L in the top ten in the year-end character voting!]

[The God of Wealth suddenly appeared, and the rich woman asked for a hug~]

Luo Shiqin briefly glanced at the reader comments in the comment section of the new chapter. As expected, she did not see any reply from the author, but she did find some new words in the readers' messages.

"End of year character voting?"

This term is not too unfamiliar. Although no one in dormitory 502 is a fan of idols, the three younger schoolmates have all followed anime. When they celebrated the New Year in the dormitory during their freshman year, the three of them showed their crazy side in front of Luo Shiqin - they voted 100,000 times by clicking on the screen in one hour.

Later, when she found out what they were doing with those sly looks on their faces, Luo Shiqin said she had learned it on the spot.

It turns out that the term "voting" does not only exist among real-life star-chasing fans...

Luo Shiqin temporarily put this word into her own material library and waited until the whole thing was over before studying it carefully. After making a plan, she estimated the time again - if Yang Yan still remembered the death deadline in a few days, then it would be less than four days away from "that time".

Time is like the fine sand flowing by the waves. It looks heavy and thick, but they all know that after witnessing the sunrise and sunset again, the fluffy and soft sand will flow faster.

We can never keep precious things.

……so,

Yang Yan thought.

I want to live my own wonderful life in this remaining time.

"Where are you going next?" LL stood side by side with her, his tone as indifferent as ever. Sometimes, Yang Yan would see the complexity in those brown eyes that she could not understand.

Maybe it was her illusion.

"I," Yang Yan breathed quickly, she closed her eyes, and began to recall all the scenes she had seen along the way. Then the girl finally opened her eyes and said decisively, "Let's go back. Let's go back to Yuchang City."

That's her home turf.

Yang Yan didn't care about the comfort of the return trip, but at this point in time, the nearest high-speed rail tickets were sold out, and the final train ticket he booked was squeezed to three o'clock in the morning of the next day.

This impromptu trip ended up lasting only two days.

Finally getting on the return train, Yang Yan did not close his eyes to rest. Instead, he took out his mobile phone and kept fiddling with something.

Luo Shiqin sat beside her, without expressing any opinions or questions, and watched her do everything with a calm expression.

Only occasionally, when Yang Yan asked her questions, Luo Shiqin would give her corresponding answers based on the materials she had collected over the years.

"I didn't expect you knew so much..."

Just now, Yang Yan couldn't help but complain about the unstable shooting angle and picture composition of the mobile phone, but he didn't expect LL sitting next to him to give suggestions.

"Maybe it would be more noticeable if you stick to the glass."

With a half-believing and half-doubting attitude, Yang Yan held his mobile phone and pressed the camera against the window. Under the bright yellow light of the rising sun, the camera reflected the scene outside the window through the slightly dusty glass surface.

There were a few small houses on the distant horizon. During the few minutes that the train stopped, a layer of rose-red slowly spread from the rooftops, then light purple, light blue, until the deep blue gradually merged into the large expanses of pure black in the sky.

On the other side of the train window, there were a few tall street lamps next to the houses not too far away. When the sun gradually rose, the sunlight that came out first shone on the street lamps, and unexpectedly collided with the flash of a four-pointed star in Yang Yan's lens.

It looks even more dreamy than Alice's Wonderland.

Even the specks of dust on the glass windows added a touch of nostalgia to this dreamy scene in the camera.

Yang Yan almost held his breath and pressed his phone against the glass, recording the sunrise scene with the wind pushing the clouds and the tall trees swaying like waves in the distance.

Everything around her was very quiet, as if the heaven and earth had thoughtfully reserved this beautiful silent drama for her.

It was not until the sun was already hanging in the sky and everything around was bright white that she reluctantly pressed the pause button and watched the video over and over again.

“You take beautiful photos.”

Luo Shiqin looked at the video she had taken and nodded in approval: "It's really great."

"After all, I used to work in this field." Yang Yan accepted the recognition confidently, "Even if my baby is not with me, I can still take very beautiful pictures with a mobile phone."

The "big treasure" Yang Yan refers to is the camera that has always been with her during her working hours.

The experience of working in the new media department in the past few years is not in vain. Yang Yan's personal library of photos can fill up two or three USB drives. But to be honest, compared with the funny clips required by the company, Yang Yan prefers the scenery he takes when he is free.

But even at that time, she knew that scenery alone could not make much money.

There is nothing easy about adult life. The daily necessities of life will eventually invade our entire life.

But now.

When a person knows that he has not much time left, while he still has a healthy body, he will either go crazy and hurt people around him, or he will be like Yang Yan and want to leave something behind.

She had planned to keep some of the money she earned in her short life: some for her mother and some to donate.

But the money wasn't much, and donating it wouldn't have much of an impact - compared to what she was going to do next.

Yang Yan decided to use the materials he had accumulated over the years to make a video.

And now, she has to go home to get something.

At four o'clock on Tuesday afternoon, the train finally arrived.

Yang Yan, who had never expected that it would be late, rubbed his lower back and his face turned a little blue.

The two of them stood at the train station entrance, LL's expression was much better than Yang Yan's.

"I'll take a taxi and go home first." Yang Yan raised his hand and called a taxi on his mobile phone, but he didn't expect that while he was waiting, LL's phone rang.

"Hmm? Yeah, okay, I get it."

The girl who answered the phone looked calm, but Yang Yan, who was secretly observing her, noticed that LL's brows were slightly wrinkled, but they were quickly smoothed out when she looked over.

"What's up?" Yang Yan asked, and got a nod from the other party. She said nonchalantly, "Then go get busy - how much time do I have left?"

LL glanced at his phone: "Seventy-nine hours."

Three days is more than enough...it should be enough.

Yang Yan nodded, then raised his eyebrows at his travel companion and smiled wantonly: "OK, then it's a deal, even if you are not responsible for the end of my life, you still have to come and say goodbye to me."

"After all, you make a great travel companion."

He is also a kind-hearted Grim Reaper whom I am lucky enough to meet.

Luo Shiqin stood there, watching the girl pull her suitcase away in a carefree manner, and finally disappeared in the crowd and traffic. She sighed, then raised her hand with a serious expression, put the phone to her ear and said solemnly:

"Teacher, what did you just say?"

"——Xiao Luo, hurry back to school and correct the format. If you don't fix it well, the deadline for submission will come soon."

Luo Shiqin said solemnly: "Teacher, please wait a moment. I will be right there."

Once again, thesis formatting tests the limits of human patience.

She's not kidding!

This document in her hand had been printed countless times. Luo Shiqin shuttled back and forth in Maosen, repeatedly checking in at the dormitory, the printing shop, and the tutor's office, completing a three-point and one-line check-in.

The younger schoolmates in the dormitory felt sorry for her. Shi Enle brought her milk tea and stuffed some pancakes into her hands. Yu Yu pushed her down and said firmly, "Senior sister, please take a rest for a while." Only then did she reluctantly sit in the dormitory to rest.

Yan Yurong made simple adjustments to the document and backed it up again and again, almost every time she made a fine-tuning adjustment. Although what was printed out in the end was waste paper, there might be gems in the waste paper.

For example, how to combine fragmented manuscripts into a complete manuscript (×)

"I suddenly have a psychological shadow about graduation."

Yu Yu couldn't help but shudder, feeling sympathetic: "Senior sister is so amazing and she's so busy. Didn't I become paralyzed the year I graduated?"

Shi Enle thought for a moment and said, "So I am half buried in the ground?"

"I closed the coffin immediately." Yan Yurong complained, "Graduation is a disaster for college students."

Yu Yu shrugged and then said, "But we are only sophomores, there are still two years to go, no rush... Senior sister, you eat first, I have something to do."

As he spoke, Yu Yu rushed to the computer desk and began to dance on the keyboard with his hands.

Luo Shiqin finally swallowed a mouthful of pancake with milk tea. The sweet milk tea tasted like 1L of mineral water to her.

"What are you busy with?" She looked at the constantly flashing interface on the other person's computer and asked curiously, "Can you tell me about it?"

"This one?"

After Yu Yu replied to the window message, he spoke nonchalantly.

"I have been learning to build my own website, and I have made some progress. Then a friend I met online asked me a few days ago if I could help him build one. I have been working on this recently."

She suddenly said with some embarrassment: "Actually, I also want to learn game design, but the workload seems very complicated, so I've put it off for now. I'll consider other things after I become proficient in building websites."

Luo Shiqin nodded.

Before she could rest for long, the tutor sent another message in the group, saying that there was another batch of papers that did not meet the format requirements and needed to be reprinted.

Luo Shiqin looked at the names of all the group members above, resignedly stuffed the last piece of biscuit into her mouth, and stood up with tears in her eyes:

"Sisters, I'm going."

The three schoolgirls looked at her leaving again with awe.

After a while, when Luo Shiqin finally had some free time after finishing all her work, she found that two days had already passed.

Once tonight is over, the 'death limit' set by Yang Yan will begin a 23-hour countdown.

Fortunately, she knew the other party's address, so she rushed to Yang Yan's rental house early the next morning.

The second time she came to this small house, Luo Shiqin knocked on the door politely, and it was Yang Yan who opened the door holding a pen.

"You've been away for a long time this time." The girl opened the door for her, took a step back and looked at her with a smile, the pen in her hand moving like a soul, "Are you done?"

Luo Shiqin recalled the instructor's jubilant expression in the group chat, nodded and said, "Well, it's done."

"That's good," Yang Yan closed the door and said casually, "I'm almost done."

The completion she was referring to was the suicide note she was currently writing.

“I’m writing this thing.”

The girl said nonchalantly, "Because I don't know how I will die, I'd better leave a statement of my whereabouts so that my mother can donate what she can when she takes over my body."

Even though Luo Shiqin hadn't asked anything yet, she had already told him everything she had done in the past few days.

"I edited a video and will put it online at 12 o'clock tonight - don't worry, it's just a travel video." She winked at LL and smiled, "I thought about it for a few days and decided to leave something for this world."

"Maybe that video will go viral, or maybe it won't."

Yang Yan shrugged, not caring at all.

"Anyway, I'll just say goodbye at that time, so I don't have to worry about anything else."

"I've also created a website, which is included in the video. Anyone interested can perhaps participate in my electronic funeral. Isn't it very convenient and clean? Maybe I will create a unique way of burial..." She suddenly became unsure, "Maybe?"

"Anyway—" the girl who was talking eloquently in front of me suddenly dragged out her tone, "How long do I have left?"

The Grim Reaper in front of him, wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, glanced at his phone and said, "15 hours left."

The girl was silent, then laughed.

“Not too long, but not too short either.”

She sat down again and continued writing her suicide note, and finished it after two or three pages.

Looking at the last small blank line, Yang Yan thought about it, hesitated for a moment, and then wrote a line of small words.

Put the cap on and seal the pen.

She stuffed the suicide note into an envelope, and Luo Shiqin saw two big words written on it - "Suicide Note".

And a line of small words "Written by Ms. Yang".

Come to think of it, Yang Yan hasn't contacted his mother yet?

"you……"

"Let's take some pictures!"

She placed the envelope casually on the table, then picked up her mobile phone and operated something on it, then threw the phone away and only picked up her big baby.

The girl smiled and said, "Come on, let's go out and take some pictures - I have to show you my god-like photography skills!"

She pulled him out of the rental house in an irresistible manner. Luo Shiqin was forced to follow her, and only had time to look back at the cell phone that lit up on the desk.

It seems that some message popped up.

But soon, the door was closed by Yang Yan.

The "big baby" Yang Yan mentioned is indeed a big baby, and she herself is indeed a veteran with a lot of shooting experience.

Luo Shiqin looked at the photos in the camera that looked like movie screenshots, and couldn't help but sigh.

Whether it is the composition or the lighting, it is perfect. Yang Yan's talent and skills in photography are simply unique.

“I was just interested at first.”

The two of them sat by the flowerbed, and Yang Yan suddenly spoke. She looked at the photos in the camera and recalled, "The first camera my mother bought for me wasn't really a camera, it was just a toy."

“I played with it for many years, but when I was able to earn enough money to buy my own camera, the toy disappeared,” she said. “It’s a pity.”

"There are a lot of photos of my mom hidden in there. She was really young and beautiful then."

Yang Yan: "Of course, no matter what age she is, she still exudes brilliance and charm in my eyes."

"But even though I made money and had a baby, I didn't expect to be further and further away from my mother." She patted the heavy machine in her hand and said helplessly, "Its storage didn't include a picture of my mother."

But fortunately, it captured my last day.

"LL," Yang Yan suddenly turned his head and looked at the silent Grim Reaper beside him, and said with a smile, "After I leave, you can take it."

"If you can come to my online funeral, please remember to take a nice photo of me."

When it comes to death, Yang Yan seems particularly open-minded.

"It's a pity that time is running out..." She lowered her head with a complicated look in her eyes.

Yang Yan patted the big treasure in his hand and pursed his lips: "What a pity, after tomorrow, I won't be able to use you to take pictures of things."

Although there are still regrets...

But, I have tried my best to do everything I can think of.

"--Excuse me, young lady?"

Two girls in short wedding dresses came running over from a distance. They looked shy and asked cautiously, "I would like to ask, can you take a photo for us?"

The girl raised her hand and pointed to a group of girls wearing different colors, but all of them seemed to be wedding dresses, on the lawn not far away.

“We want to take a picture together.”

Yang Yan raised his eyebrows and said readily, "Of course."

She jumped down from the flowerbed and asked casually, "Are you cosplaying or are you getting married?"

"Of course it's a formal marriage," the girl said seriously, "but the other half of the wedding is ourselves."

"It's a personal wedding called 'For richer or poorer, sicker or healthier, I will always love myself'!"

Beside her, the short-haired girl was a little shy, but when she saw Yang Yan looking at her, she openly showed off her wedding dress.

"I made this myself," the short-haired girl said proudly, tugging at her black veil, "I also made their wedding dresses."

Yang Yan exclaimed: "Super cool!"

"I will definitely take the most beautiful photo of you!" She raised her thumb and smiled confidently in her field, "I am very professional!"

"Then I'll help too." LL moved closer to her and said, "I can help wave the skirt."

The girls who came to take pictures looked at each other and shouted happily: "Great!"

In the remaining fifteen hours, Yang Yan used his beloved camera to capture countless beautiful moments.

Under her lens, each of these girls who held their own weddings shines with unique and charming light.

The filming lasted until 7pm.

It was not until the open-air wedding ended that the girls reluctantly said goodbye to Yang Yan and his partner.

Yang Yan was in such a good mood for a rare occasion. He turned around and saw Death LL with his hands full of souvenirs, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Thank you for your hard work." The girl smiled and said, "Let's go have dinner. It's my treat."

It was said that they were treating, but in reality Yang Yan didn't have much cash on hand, so the two of them went around and around and finally found a late-night noodle restaurant and ordered two bowls of beef noodles as dinner for tonight.

But what I didn’t expect was that when I was halfway through eating the noodles, it started raining outside the window.

By the time Yang Yan finished his noodles, the drizzle outside had turned into a rainstorm.

She looked back at the time in the noodle shop. It was already half past ten.

My heartbeat was like the sound of a drum in my ears.

Yang Yan calculated the time and thought it was about time.

What would happen if he died in the noodle shop?

Was he choked to death by the noodle soup, or did some other accident happen?

The noodle shop was run by a couple. The cook was an auntie, and the front was an uncle, who looked quite old, so Yang Yan thought it was better not to scare them.

So even though it was still raining heavily outside, Yang Yan still decided to go out.

"I quite like rainy days." She said to LL, not knowing who she was comforting, "There's a sense of wildness that makes you not care about other people's lives."

Isn't it? When it rains heavily, who will not get wet?

As he was speaking, Yang Yan stood up and solemnly handed the souvenirs and the camera to Luo Shiqin.

"Goodbye." She said to the camera reluctantly, "My dear."

Luo Shiqin: …

"Don't you want to call Mom?"

The soft-hearted Grim Reaper reminded her. Yang Yan looked up and thought about it, but finally shook her head.

"Forget it," she whispered, "I'm afraid I'll cry if I open my mouth."

"It's good even if it's like this."

After saying this, she didn't even look at Ll's expression and ran to the front desk to pay the bill.

"——20 yuan in total. Girl, are you going back now?" The uncle glanced outside the door and said regretfully, "It's raining heavily outside, how about waiting a little longer?"

Yang Yan: "Don't wait, the rain will get heavier."

"——That's right. Go home early and take a hot bath to avoid catching a cold. I'll lend you my umbrella. Just remember to bring it back next time. It's free."

He turned around to get the extra umbrellas in the store, but he didn't expect the girl to smile and say, "No need, sir."

"I have to leave. I borrowed the umbrella and there is no way I can return it."

Before the receptionist could figure out what this meant, the girl in front of him waved her hand and rushed into the heavy rain.

Grandpa:?!

"You don't have to return it - you'll catch a cold!!"

The old man shouted heartbreakingly, but he didn't expect that another girl would take the umbrella next.

The girl in the black short-sleeved shirt smiled.

"It's okay, Master. I'll pick her up right now."

It's raining so heavily.

Yang Yan likes rain, she didn't lie about that.

She likes to lie in bed and chat with her mother while it rains outside the window and she snuggles in the warm quilt.

How long ago was that?

Yang Yan doesn't remember much.

She stood in the pouring rain, feeling the chill eroding her body temperature.

“Click, click.”

A strange sound seemed to come from far away, like the amplified sound of a clock.

She thought.

Perhaps, the clock of her life will finally stop.

...Although I have done a lot of things that I could do and have tried my best.

But in the end, my biggest regret was that I didn't get to go see the cherry blossoms in the spring with my mom.

It doesn't matter.

In the rain, Yang Yan blinked slowly and suddenly smiled.

She captured the beauty of the four seasons on photos and put them in the 'suicide note'.

Just as Yang Yan was thinking this, a pink and white cartoon umbrella appeared in front of him.

She lowered her head and saw LL holding up his work badge.

"——Hello," Yang Yan saw a gentle smile on her face.

"——I am a diplomat between the underworld and the human world."

LL said gently, "My name is Luo Shiqin. How can I help you?"

[Oh my god! I knew it was this guy! Call me a prophet! ! ! ]

Let me tell you the reason why I haven't updated the article recently.

Currently, I have no strength in the area below my thumb and index finger. There is a slight twitch in the area below the thumb, and the thumb is not very sensitive. Most of the updates in the past few days were completed by the ring finger and middle finger (yes, four-finger meditation). Thank you, middle finger!

I have already ordered a new keyboard and wrist strap, and I am also applying the plaster. (Maybe it's because I have to do too many mechanical movements when using my phone, I always feel that my thumbs have no strength…)

When the stuff arrives, I will add more chapters at the end of the month~! My dear babies~

This chapter drops fifty small red envelopes~