[Jinjiang Exclusive] Life is as bright as a song

For a moment, the sound of the river waves under the bridge became a solo between the two of them.

The river breeze blew in from afar, ruffling the strands of hair at her temples. Yang Yan looked at the black-robed girl in front of him who was calm but had tired eyes, and suddenly smiled.

"The Grim Reaper who's applying for a visa?" She snorted and jokingly said, "Not smuggling?"

The black-robed girl put away her ID and then spoke slowly, "It's illegal to illegally cross the border."

"I guess the Grim Reaper can fly?"

"It's the Grim Reaper, not Superman." The girl looked at her with an unusually calm expression, "And flying within China is prohibited."

Yang Yan: ...

It actually sounds very reasonable - no, it doesn't make sense at all, right?!

She felt relaxed for some reason. Perhaps it was because of the nonchalant attitude of the girl in front of her who called herself the 'God of Death' that Yang Yan couldn't help but be influenced by her emotions.

"Okay, I'll play house with you for a bit." She squatted down, then sat on the rough stone platform, patted the empty space beside her, and raised her chin to look at the girl wrapped in a black robe.

"Talk to me?"

The girl in black robe slowly lowered her head, and her brown-black eyes moved from the void to Yang Yan's face.

Yang Yan, who used to be extremely sensitive to other people's gazes, surprisingly did not feel the slightest bit at a loss during this eye contact.

Perhaps it was because the girl’s eyes were too indifferent—as if she was not looking at a life that was about to die, but at a flower, a tree, or a blade of grass in the world.

Her clear eyes did not carry any meaning. After accepting Yang Yan's invitation, the girl in black robe finally squatted down and sat side by side with Yang Yan.

"What's your name?" Yang Yan didn't look at her before asking, but instead fixed his gaze on the end of the distant river.

Bright lights shone from the sides, back and top, passing through Yang Yan's hair and reaching the lights in the distance.

"LL," the girl in black robe uttered two letters, "What about you?"

"Yang Yan." The corners of her lips curled up, "I thought you, as the god of death, knew my name."

"Death knows." LL said, "But exchanging names is human courtesy and the most basic social interaction."

The river breeze happened to blow from the front again, dispersing the hot air.

It was rare for Yang Yan to feel a little relieved.

After she felt a little better, she started chatting with the 'little god of death' beside her.

"You don't look like a foreigner."

LL: “I feel I need to make a serious statement.”

Although it was a 'serious statement', her face remained expressionless.

"'Death' is just a profession, not a species."

Yang Yan laughed dumbly.

After a long while, she remembered and continued to ask: "So, you came to work overtime because I was here?"

How miserable! It turns out that the Grim Reaper is also a working social animal?

Unexpectedly, LL shook his head this time: "No. I came to remind you."

"Remind me?"

"Well," the black-robed girl replied slowly, "Just like I said before, if you decide to jump now, but your death is a week away, you will drown and become a vegetable. You will lie there for more than seven days before you die completely."

"Isn't that bad for the Grim Reaper? He won't run around and will punch in at the appointed time."

LL: "What do you think of the Grim Reaper? We will have to take care of the vegetative state for another week until the real death comes and we can harvest the soul of the deceased."

"What a trouble." Yang Yan said angrily, "Why don't you just ignore it?"

LL said in a deep voice: "Attendance and performance will be taken into account."

Yang Yan: ...

I'm such a workaholic that I can't really fight back.

She held it in for a long time, and in the end, she could only comfort the 'God of Death' who came to work overtime at more than ten o'clock in the evening.

Yang Yan hadn't done the "comforting" behavior for a long time. She hesitated for a moment, then raised her hand and patted LL's shoulder awkwardly.

"Don't be sad, at least your boss won't delay your salary."

LL: …

"...No way?" Yang Yan's voice suddenly rose, "You can still delay the salary of the God of Death??!"

What kind of capitalist invasion is this?

The little death god glanced at her and said nothing, but from that glance, Yang Yan understood a lot.

"Thank you for your hard work," this time, her consolation was particularly sincere, "Have you ever thought about joining forces to revolt and overthrow the leaders?"

Luo Shiqin was almost choked to death by her.

Is this something that can be said?

Wait, she hasn't said anything yet!

"You are not the only Shinigami who has been delayed in getting paid. If you want to get your salary back, you can go and find someone who has had the same experience—"

Yang Yan suddenly stopped talking.

She twirled the hair around her ears and tucked it behind her ears calmly: "You should have a labor protection inspection department, right?"

The silence in my ears said it all.

Yang Yan was shocked: "Are you still living in the slavery era?! You have learned how to apply for visas and develop cross-border business!"

The black-robed girl trembled her lips for a moment, and finally spoke——

"Hey! Girl over there! What are you doing!?"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise behind her. Before Yang Yan could react, a huge force pulled her waist. Her vision spun around and she fell to the ground.

What happened…?

She lay on the ground in a daze, no, in someone's arms, and then a large group of people surrounded her.

"Is the little girl okay?!"

"Are you okay? Are you not hurt?!"

"The medical staff are here, everyone make way!"

She stood up with the help of someone's arm, and then Yang Yan saw someone standing up from behind her.

It was an orange-yellow figure, and the man wearing a helmet turned around, allowing Yang Yan to understand the other person's identity.

firefighter.

Probably when she was sitting on the bridge and talking to LL, a passerby noticed that something was wrong with her and called 119 and 120.

They arrived just in time.

But the problem is that Yang Yan had no intention of bothering the police at first, and it was just a coincidence that he met LL and chatted with her. Wait, where is LL? The girl in black robe who claimed to be the Grim Reaper?

Yang Yan suddenly looked around, trying to see through the crowd whether he could see LL near the platform.

But her sudden action made everyone think that she had attempted suicide again.

"Don't, don't! We all understand that the little girl is worried, let's just calm down first!"

"Yes, today is Saturday and movie tickets are half price. The new comedy is really funny. I'll get you a ticket to watch it and relax!"

One of the aunties even hugged Yang Yan, patted her on the back and said as if she was coaxing her own child: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, your auntie is here, if you have any grievances, talk to your auntie!"

Yang Yan: ...

She is not...

The girl's lips twitched for a moment, wanting to explain something.

But when her aunt's broad, strong hand patted her on the back, Yang Yan's eyes couldn't help but become moist.

"I, I didn't..." She started to speak, but her voice was so hoarse that she even scared herself.

In an instant, the sourness in the throat and the moisture in the eyes burst out together.

Through his tearful eyes, Yang Yan saw through people's worried gazes and the darkness next to the firefighters standing on the high platform beside the bridge.

The girl who called herself the 'God of Death' raised her head. Even though most of her face was covered by the black hood, Yang Yan could still see the smile on the corner of her mouth.

Afterwards, she walked past the firefighters and never appeared in Yang Yan's sight again.

…So, the god of death is real?

After leaving Yang Yan's sight, Luo Shiqin quickly ran behind the big tree at the bridge head and took out the certificate that she had shown to Yang Yan earlier from her black robe.

The black-edged ID card had the name 'LL' and the occupation 'Death' written on it, but when Luo Shiqin turned the card over, the countdown, which only she could see, stopped at 36 seconds.

Good risk!

If we talk any longer, we'll be exposed!

She took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

This was the first time Luo Shiqin had this kind of special chat. If it weren't for the three minutes of usage time per day for this certificate, Luo Shiqin might not have been able to withstand the great pressure and appear in front of Yang Yan, who had a strong tendency to enter the water.

As for the work badge in Luo Shiqin's hand...she found it on the bride puppet half a month ago.

Although Xi Duoduo was a dream of her pen pal, everything that happened seemed real to Luo Shiqin before the dream was burst.

The bride puppet spent so long drilling in the ventilation duct, and in addition to guiding Luo Shiqin and the group of patients to leave, it also found other good things.

For example, the black work badge in her hand now.

When Luo Shiqin first got this thing, he studied it for a long time and finally figured out its purpose.

As long as she fills in her name and corresponding information on her work badge, Luo Shiqin can create an identity, and as long as she hangs the badge on her body, she can enjoy the identity brought by the badge.

Creating something out of nothing, doesn’t that sound amazing?

But this amazing thing only has a shelf life of three minutes.

After Luo Shiqin refused to recall the identity of "Catmint" that she had filled out out of boredom during the experiment, the cats that were originally basking in the sun suddenly came over to cling to her, and after three minutes, they abandoned Luo Shiqin like scumbag cats.

She also didn't want to think about the scene where a junior student who happened to pass by pointed at her and shouted in horror, "1.6-meter grass?!"

Retracting her thoughts, Luo Shiqin played with the work badge in her hand and looked towards the center of the bridge.

There are countless books on life whose titles closely match that.

However, Yang Yan's "Please Bury Me at 21" has not changed much.

The color did fade a little, but it still stubbornly stayed there and refused to be erased.

What a difficult question.

Luo Shiqin stood under the tree and sighed, then opened the comment section of the book "An Extraordinary Life".

Let her take a look at the reactions in the comment section to broaden the script that Luo Shiqin will work on next.

"Please bury me at 21" [Comment area]

[My favorite quote from readers:]

[ah??]

[Wait, I did want someone to save Sister Yan...but I never expected the Grim Reaper to appear! ?]

[There are so many complaints in this chapter... What the hell is a visa death god? You are a death god, and you are still in charge of visas? ? ]

[Unexplainable feeling]

[In the beginning, everyone didn’t believe that the new character was the god of death, right?]

[It's weird that you believe it right away, right? This has always been a modern urban drama, and suddenly a fantasy character is inserted. My brain hasn't switched the channel yet]

[To be honest, I quite like the new characters. They have a kind of beauty that doesn’t care about anyone’s life or death~]

[It’s so funny. If you go to any company on a weekday and watch the office workers, you will deeply appreciate this kind of beauty.]

[A combination of modern and traditional death? It feels like Alice in Wonderland. Love it.]

[Think about it, could this be an illusion that Sister Yan was about to die? Everyone thought Sister Yan was rescued, but in fact she had already jumped into the river? Was all this just an illusion?]

[Why cut yourself? ? ]

Luo Shiqin: Yes, why bother to cut yourself?

She thought, stroking her chin.

Is it because the plot I presented is not heartwarming enough?

...Maybe, I need to polish my character more.

The novelist, who had taken a break from writing, decided to pick up his old trade.