Reborn Conceited Soldier

On the street, the snowflakes were so thick that they covered his feet and left a deep hole in the ground. The yellow road lights didn't have the bright white eyes reflected by the snow. The whole city was covered in a layer of white. It was unknown what was melting under the silver light, waiting for the scorching sun to come and take it away.    

    

It was already close to the early hours of the morning, and there were only a few pedestrians on the street. The vehicles had long since stopped moving. The only things that could be seen were beggars and vagabonds who were hiding under some roof or curled up and trembling under a bridge.    

    

In the long silent world, even the sound of breathing was exceptionally ear-piercing. In this sleeping city, it was rare to find such peace under the cover of snow.    

    

"Creak …" "Creak …"    

    

The sound of him stepping on the snow lingered on the street like an orchid in a valley. A thin figure with flowing clothes walked on the street calmly and steadily. The silence turned into a kind of loneliness, as if this was the only living being left in the world.    

    

If anyone noticed it, they would be shocked. That was because the heavy snow that fell like goose feathers had mysteriously disappeared a few inches away from him. No... It should have melted, and his whole body was clean. Even the snow covering the back of his shoes could not stain his shoes even a little. He was like an insulator in the snow, or rather, he was not stained at all.    

    

"Isn't the arrival of heavy snow a kind of death for the world? The vigorous life force seemed to have sunk into a deep sleep, yet it was also like being wrapped up and brought back to the dust. This is a kind of death, a death that melts and melts life, tomorrow... "    

    

Sikong Banyu looked up at the sky which had become blurry due to the snow, and muttered, "Maybe the sun will descend tomorrow. The snow will smile, and it will recover its vitality." Then it would be the death of the snow. From snow to water, they would seep into the earth, become a part of the river, or become a part of the plant after it was absorbed. Perhaps … It entered the body. The snow has died, but it is still alive. "    

    

"It controls life, but the way it is born is different. So why? Since it has already taken control of life, why would it need such a change? "    

    

The feeling of life and death was something Sikong Banyu had touched a lot now. He already understood that whether he was dead or alive, he needed a kind of control. And this control, whether it was by his side or to his own, would make him the one who controlled life and death. Nothing had the right to take away his life in front of him.    

    

But... This sort of change in life and death caused him to be at a loss. Just like this snow, no matter how it changed, it was transforming into a kind of life. It looked like it was already a process of death to another kind of death, but was that really the case? In Sikong Banyu's eyes, this was a roundabout way of doing things. Winding around in the world of living, avoiding death at a distance, since it already had control of life, then why did it need such a roundabout way of doing so?    

    

Sikong Banyu was immersed in his comprehension and unknowingly came under a building. He raised his head and saw that the building was like a giant pillar. Standing under the sky full of snow, it looked abnormally lonely and lonely.    

    

Inside the lobby of the building, two trembling security guards were rubbing their hands together as they breathed in the hot air and looked out at the dim, snowy white night.    

    

"Phew …" Hello... Who are you looking for? " Seeing Sikong Banyu walk in, one of the security guards asked.    

    

"7th level 703, I'm here to see my friend." Sikong Banyu said lightly.    

    

"703?" When the other guard heard this, his eyes showed a hint of disdain. He pointed in the direction of the stairs and said unhappily, "The elevator is broken. You can go up the stairs!"    

    

"Thank you very much."    

    

Looking at Sikong Banyu's back, one of the security guards said, "Tsk tsk …" I didn't expect that that slut wouldn't forget to do business even when it was snowing heavily! "    

    

"That is …" Her figure and appearance were the best of the best! But unfortunately, I have embarked on the evil path. "    

    

"That's someone else's problem. How can we control it? Look at this snowy day, I want a warm bed too. Her family is just a crippled brat, do you really expect me to be able to warm my bed? This way, not only could he earn money, but he could also … "Hee hee …"    

    

"Really? When I think of that woman, all I can do is feel itchy. Do you want me to ask her about the price tomorrow?" "How about we have a taste too?"    

    

"Come on! With this three thousand yuan salary, I'm afraid it'll only take a few months. He works for a wealthy man, what kind of place is that? "What kind of people can afford it?"    

    

"Tsk …" You can't even talk about it? "    

    

Although Sikong Banyu had walked far away, he clearly heard what the two had said and felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart. Everyone's heart was filled with a sense of vulnerability. If this weakness were magnified infinitely, no one would want to live. Some, however, magnify the fragility of others with their own shortsightedness. Are they murderers? Not... However, he was no different from a murderer.    

    

When he arrived in front of Room 703, Sikong Banyu lightly knocked on the door. Immediately, a sound came from inside the room.    

    

"He's here!"    

    

"Creak."    

    

The door opened, revealing a half-grown boy with a crew cut. He was dressed in a handsome Chinese student uniform. He looked very energetic, with a handsome face. He was a handsome young man. A faint smile hung on his lips. Anyone who saw him for the first time would think that he was a handsome and sunny boy. However, when they looked down at the wheelchair that was sliding on the wheels, they would think otherwise.    

    

The child looked at Sikong Banyu with a confused expression, because this was similar to the people he used to meet. In the past, the people who knocked on the door were all wearing bright and beautiful clothes, and they almost wrote the word rich on their faces. Ordinary.    

    

It was an inconspicuous gray coat, calm eyes, and an ordinary face.    

    

"My elder sister isn't home, go find a rich person!" Even so, he still spoke bluntly.    

    

Sikong Banyu shook his head. "I'm looking for you. I'm a friend of your sister. She asked me to find a hospital for your surgery. I came to find out your situation so I could arrange it. My surname is Han."    

    

"Is that so? My name is Liu Chun, please come in. " Liu Chun smiled when he heard this. It seemed like there were many people like this who had come here before. After all, Liu Xia had been working hard for his recovery, so Liu Chun must have been very clear about this.