Treacherous Collector

Chapter 74 Parallel Space-Time
Yesterday was Lu You's 23rd birthday, and the electricity in the rental house was cut off for unknown reasons, which added to the atmosphere of the birthday party.

Before the age of 23, Lu You believed that the end of life was a prestigious university; after the age of 23, Lu You realized that the end of life was actually an urn.

Sporadic alarm clocks woke up Lu You in his sleep, shattering his illusory fantasy of trying to use dreams to escape reality.

Lu You picked up the toothpaste and squeezed it hard against the toothbrush until his hand hurt.

The few bubbles that came out of the bottle seemed to be mocking him from the toothpaste.

"You can't squeeze it out," said Toothpaste.

Lu You rolled up the toothpaste bottle one by one and squeezed it desperately, as if he was complaining about the injustice of life, and also as if he was venting the resentment that had been suppressed for a long time.

Finally, a little residual blue toothpaste came out of the bottle.

Paji, the toothpaste did not fall on the toothbrush head, but fell into the sink.

After breakfast, he goes to work by bicycle.

Looking back on the first 23 years of my life, the only bright moment should be that I threw Godzilla into outer space with one hand in my dream yesterday. Since then, I have become a hero praised by everyone.

Thinking about it, he fell headlong into the big hole left by the road construction at the gate of the community, covered in mud.

"Get up where you fall."

Adhering to this belief, Lu You climbed up tenaciously, and returned to the road with his bicycle on his shoulders.

This vintage bicycle was a gift from his father when he was 13 years old. Ten years ago, he was still a young boy who firmly believed that he would become a legal pioneer.

The old bicycle creaked and fell apart with a bang.

Lu You lay on the ground and looked at the sky. The sky was blue, as blue as the piece of toothpaste that fell into the sink in the morning.

Suddenly he felt very wronged, so he began to cry.

"Where you stumble, sleep there."

Lu You thought to himself.

　Recently, I found the writing style of the short door very interesting, imitating a paragraph

　　
　
(End of this chapter)